Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 36 What demon? It's clearly a delicious little bread roll.

Such an outrageous statement instantly attracted a group of onlookers.

Cat in the corner, Atlas frantically took photos, refusing to give up this little secret even knowing he might be held accountable later.

Even the Imperial Guards on duty at the gate tilted their heads slightly, wavering between protecting His Majesty's reputation and their own inner nature. Only the dogs were the most human, still sleeping or slacking off as usual.

What's even more ridiculous is that after hearing Forgrim's outrageous statement, the Emperor's first reaction wasn't to explain, but to play dead, only saying, "Your mother is dead."

Compared to the Emperor's inhuman behavior, Mordred wasn't much better. He had no patience either, and under the guise of Huang Xiaomei, he launched into a tirade:
"Third brother, what are you thinking? I really wonder if your brain got caught in a door when you were born. Are your two eyeballs for breathing?! I'm your second brother!"

Old Huang, say something!

After a period of bloody and twisted flesh, Mordred transformed back into her original form, but this did not convince Forgrim. Heaven knows what was hidden beneath that skin.

Especially given his deep concern for others' opinions, coupled with Mordred's alluring charm that rivals that of a weasel, the eight-year-old Phoenix's mind was in complete disarray.

Recalling Mordred's inexplicable concern for him after he arrived at Tranquility, and the meticulous instruction that was practically fed to him.

Compared to the Emperor's ruthlessness, Mordred's contrast is even stronger, as if she knows him inside and out, completely replacing the mother's ecological niche. It's hard for Forgrim not to have other thoughts.

Even after the Emperor vouched for Mordred's identity, he did not give up the idea; in fact, it gave Forgrim a secret thrill.

But the past six months of instruction had taught Phoenix to hide his true nature. He did not argue, but instead left the laboratory with great composure.

Whether Mordred's explanation will be successful is anyone's guess.

As the door closed again, Mordred lost interest in arguing. Under the Emperor's questioning gaze, she walked to the experimental table, fumbled around for a while, took out two pink mushrooms, and casually tossed one to the Emperor.

Soon, two flames lit up, and Mordred, having taken a deep drag on the mushroom, spoke:

"Now I know why you're so socially awkward. With that kind of charm, you're surrounded by brainless fans. Haki Huang, you've got it pretty tough."

"Sigh, I'm used to it. These mushrooms are good. Send me some over later."

"Okay, then what about my Spartan Plan? Do you want it sealed away or destroyed?"

After a long silence, the Emperor finally nodded, indicating that the Spartan Project could be implemented, but with preconditions: it could only be used by the Second Legion. Other legions would easily run into problems, as these enhanced humans were unstable and were completely different kinds of Thunder Warriors.

"There's one more thing: how did you learn the art of life alchemy?"

"What? Didn't you ask Makado to deliver that early education machine?"

"And I wanted to ask you the same thing: why did you set the bootloader to a parrot, making it seem like you hate intelligence? Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for Tzeentch?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's face turned as black as Vulcan's. He thought to himself that those few good-for-nothings were indeed scoundrels, all trying to steal his dog. Luckily, he had no intention of keeping his promise, otherwise he would have suffered a huge loss.

After all, why should the emperor repay the loan he obtained through his own abilities? Moreover, not only will he not repay it, but he also plans to set up a scheme to swindle those four good-for-nothings again later.

A few minutes later, in Mordred's presence, his beloved learning machine was cleaved into pieces by the Emperor's sword. As for the little blue parrot, the Emperor grabbed it and shoved it into his body.

The moment the blue parrot vanished, Mordred seemed to hear a sly laugh, as if shouting something: "It's all going according to plan, just with a touch of stubbornness."

According to the Emperor, he has now passed the most dangerous period of his childhood and can continue to develop by eating some subspace snacks. However, in order to avoid a recurrence of the previous situation, he still needs a balanced diet. As for how to achieve this balance, the Emperor did not say, but simply took out a fragment of a Star God that was glowing with a green light.

It was called a fragment of a star god, but it was just a piece of debris at best. Mordred swallowed it in one gulp without even tasting it. The only difference was that his lightning was greener, just like the TM fel energy.

That's right, in order to make his move names sound cooler, Mordred imitated his idol, the world-destroying titan Sargeras, and gave that energy the name "fel energy".

It's said that Stand users are always drawn to each other. After discovering Mordred's impressive research abilities, the Emperor's research desires were ignited, and he began his experiments, with Mordred and his Atlas as the test subjects.

As expected, after a series of tests, the Emperor discovered that after Mordred, the Primarch, evolved, Atlas, the offspring, also underwent various strange changes.

Simply put, residual fel energy was also detected on the Space Marines of Atlas. Some of the stronger ones were even able to use that fel energy to solidify their souls, kneading them into a green, candy-like entity to restore their life force.

This change excited the two of them, after all, they were both old-timers from the 3K era, and they immediately thought of a fantasy class - the warlock.

With Mordred fanning the flames, the Emperor couldn't resist and began randomly selecting lucky individuals from the warp. From the little Karami at the beginning to the wild bronze bull of the Kobolds, they were all quietly snatched away for testing.

If future judges knew that the emperor they had served their entire lives had secretly been playing the devil, they would be utterly astonished and gouge out their own eyes, shouting that this was not true.

However, this is indeed the case. Let alone being involved with Chaos, the Emperor didn't care at all as long as it was beneficial to the Great Crusade, especially with Mordred by his side, who was always eager to see the drama unfold.

Looking at the yellow-skinned demon that was paralyzed from fear of the Emperor and could only cower in the corner trembling, resembling a mutated Pikachu, Mordred went up and gave it a good beating.

"Little thing, you're pretty ugly! Do you like my big iron fist?"

"Slap! Talk!"

"You despicable human, let me go!"

The demon's voice was filled with terror. It covered its right eye and shrank back, but a chain prevented it from escaping, and it was pulled back like a yo-yo.

"boom!"

Mordred didn't dare to use any force, but even so, the slap, stained with emerald fel energy, made the imp feel like he was dying of pleasure, and he went crazy trying to escape this hellish prison.

Soon the yellow-skinned demon couldn't hold on any longer. After all, in Mordred's view, demons don't feel pain at all. You have to be more evil and ruthless than them to subdue them, otherwise you'll only be devoured by the demon.

Seeing that the demon was about to be tormented to death, the Emperor signaled Mordred to stop immediately and begin the next step.

Mordred held an ordinary-looking explosive pistol in his hand and, amidst the demon's terrified scream, swiftly plunged it into its body.

However, at this moment, the dying demon was not absorbed by Mordred, but instead was fused into the pistol under the guidance of fel energy.

Through contact, Mordred was able to sense a fearful and uneasy soul inside the pistol, which pleased him greatly. He turned the gun around, aimed it at the target, and fired a shot.

A miraculous scene unfolded: even though no magazine was inserted, a dim yellow flash of electricity shot from the muzzle, burning a shallow crater into the target.

This scene made Mordred burst into laughter. The dark cloud that had been hanging over his heart finally dissipated, and he could go out and have some fun.

"Old Huang, I have a bold idea."

(End of this chapter)