Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 34 Tragedy! It's already overflowing.

It's no wonder the Emperor swore; given Mordred's current appearance, calling him a monster would be an understatement—he was nothing short of a grotesque, twisted, and irregular lump of flesh.

The Xenomorph is at least a living being, and you can roughly guess where the bomb should be aimed at with a glance. But after searching around, the Emperor still couldn't find a face among that mass of flesh covered with eyeballs, teeth, bone spurs, hair, etc.

"When did he become like this, Brian Haig?" the Emperor asked.

“Five days ago, when we entered the subspace again, my father began to mutate violently, and the mutation only stopped when we reached Tranquility.”

Brian's tone was full of worry. As the leader of the Black Knights, he could only watch his Primarch suffer without being able to do anything about it. A deep sense of powerlessness made him place his hopes on the Emperor, completely forgetting his previous experience of cursing the Emperor for not being a proper ruler.

However, although the emperor is somewhat anthropomorphic, he is still very reliable at crucial moments. After a quick check, he waved his hand to indicate that these were minor issues, and that the silk coin was just too full.

But before everyone could relax, the emperor issued a perplexing order:
"Go and get Mordred's watermelon knife."

"Watermelon knife?" Brian seemed to understand, but it was also somewhat unlikely that he truly understood.

"It's that big cleaver that the bastard brought back from my treasure vault. A cleaver! The kind of big cleaver used to chop people up."

No wonder Brian was so highly regarded by Mordred. After realizing the Emperor was referring to the Ashbringer's watermelon knife, his first thought wasn't to grab it, but to stubbornly argue back:

"Your Majesty, that's not a watermelon knife, that's clearly a greatsword."

The emperor remained silent. He didn't understand why the little guy in front of him wanted to correct him. Had he been living for over 30,000 years and not been able to distinguish between a sword and a knife?

But Brian, as if possessed, kept giving examples to prove that it was a sword, just that it looked like a knife, making the Emperor's eyelids twitch.

This reminded him of the offspring he had just discovered, whose suffocating tone was exactly the same, which made him so angry that he slapped Mordred across the face.

"Uh~"

"There's an old saying in Terra: 'Those who strive are the heroes.' I'll give you one more chance to put your thoughts into words. Tell me, what is it?"

"Your Majesty, I will go and fetch you the watermelon knife right away. I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Watching Brian disappear without a trace in a flash, the Emperor looked again at Mordred lying on the operating table. Seeing that no one was around, he quietly took out a gem from the pocket of his white coat.

But after a moment's thought, the emperor put the gem back and replaced it with a lighter with a gold-decorated casing, which he played with in his hand.

Soon, Brian came running back carrying the watermelon knife and, quite abstractly, a watermelon, which was still chilled.

Taking the greatsword casually, and under Brian's puzzled gaze, the Emperor wielded the massive blade with dazzling skill, slicing out eight perfectly divided watermelons, and casually stabbed Mordred with the blade.

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"(＃°Д°) Huh? Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Brian didn't understand the Emperor's behavior, but the big golden figure gestured for him to calm down. As a golden psychic energy swept past Brian's eyes, he realized that the whole world was different.

"See that? Mordred, that idiot, got himself into this mess. Heaven knows how he ended up in that godforsaken place and drank that pot of thick soup. He's lucky he didn't die from it." Listening to the Emperor's account, Brian indeed discovered the problem with his Primarch. Just like the watermelon he had brought, Mordred's entire body was a greasy green, emitting a disgusting, filthy green light that reminded one of a septic tank.

"But when we first found Father, he hadn't mutated yet. Could it be that the excrement... no, the soup was poisoned?"

For a canned food unaware of the Chaos Contamination, Brian's reaction was already quite calm; he was trying to understand the scene before him with his own knowledge, but the Emperor ruthlessly shattered his self-deception.

"No, even Fatty wouldn't hurt Mordred right now. After all, we're still partners. Like I just said, it's all because of this bastard's own fault."

Having said that, the emperor picked up a slice of watermelon and began to eat, saying as he did so:
"Your Primarch, who had drunk himself into a stupor, was brought into the Warp by you while in a state of unconsciousness. It was like an Ant-Cow falling into the Nest City, where it accepted everything without hesitation and frantically devoured the Warp's little snacks."

That's why I didn't let him participate in the Great Expedition in the early stages; after all, a person who's starving will always lose control of their appetite.

But I really can't believe this bastard managed to eat himself half to death; it's unbelievable.

Hearing the riddle-maker's pointed remarks, Brian immediately thought of that unlucky devil Hill. It seemed that their legion's little secret couldn't be kept secret any longer.

But even more shocking things were yet to come. Before Brian could react, the Emperor drew a genuine greatsword from the air and placed it in the hands of the terrified Canned Man, whose little secret had been exposed.

"To put it simply, your original body's symptoms are indigestion. To speed up digestion and restore normal function, external help is needed. Therefore,..."
For the sake of your father, quickly use the Emperor's Sword against him.

In order to help the Primarch recover as soon as possible, Brian didn't care about anything else. He not only chopped them up with his sword, but he also blew up his father and the others with light spears, and he did it twice!

Soon, a puzzling popping sound came from the laboratory, leaving everyone outside the door puzzled. Even the Space Marines from Atlas heard the strange sound of rodents gnawing on fruit.

On the operating table, Brian was sweating profusely, slashing at his elderly father with sword after sword. Below the operating table, the big, blond man was watching the show like a glutton, secretly marveling at how the tranquil black soil truly nurtured people.

As Brian swung his sword with all his might, Mordred gradually burst into flames. Driven by the Emperor's power to burn everything, the corrupting forces were broken down one by one, eventually flowing into the increasingly ferocious Ashbringer.

As for some things that were extremely difficult to digest, Mordred regurgitated them during the beating: a strange skull without a jaw, a handful of feathers, metal fragments, and even a few obviously strange triangular pieces of cloth.

Brian started to question his existence, wondering what all this nonsense was.

After a full forty-nine minutes of playing Euler, Mordred finally returned to human form. After a series of frantic hiccups, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw his son, Hao Da'er, wielding a greatsword toward his neck.

"Damn it, Brian, what are you doing? Old Huang, why are you just watching?"

Knowing this bastard wouldn't say anything nice, the Emperor went up and started a big fight, grabbing Mordred's blond hair and pulling it up by the handle.

"You unfilial son, why don't you drink yourself to death?" Perhaps thinking of something amusing, the Emperor, with a lewd grin, leaned close to Mordred's ear and whispered:
"How is it? Is the 'Nurghul' soup delicious?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred's pupils dilated instantly, his face changing faster than a flash of light. He frantically tried to gulp it down, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get anything out. Finally, he burst into tears.
"No!!!! You fatso, I will never let you get away with this!"

　Brothers, please keep reading! Every Tuesday is a crucial time. During the new book period, keep reading. Once it's officially released, there will definitely be a lot of updates.

　　
　
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