Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 53 How Did Unofficial Histories Come About?
Ever since that horrific incident that caused thousands of people to suffer from diarrhea, Mordred has refused to drink porridge. She even feels nauseous at the sight of nutritious porridge, second only to Nurgle soup.

Disgusting as it may be, based on her previous experiences, Mordred was certain of one thing: being a believer would not cause problems for her; the only ones who would be problematic were the believers themselves.

An experiment conducted by a group of Eldar sprouts who volunteered to participate revealed that when they genuinely believed in Mordred, they were not abducted by Slaanesh after death. Instead, their souls were licked by Mordred and then burned.

Using brainwashing and chemical control, a believer who survived a near-death experience described the visions he saw.

According to him, on his deathbed, he saw a bright moon and countless winged angels dancing in the moonlight, guiding them to eternal peace across a bridge of happiness and knowledge.

Perhaps thinking of something, this Eldar believer also emphasized the description of the so-called Eldar angels, saying that he had never seen such perfect angels, not only with beautiful faces, but also with hot figures that were completely out of character for the Eldar.

But when asked what the angels looked like, the believer couldn't say for sure, only that he was dizzy at the time and was awakened before he could see them clearly.

After hearing this, Kiaran was extremely excited. She believed that this was the salvation that the prophecy had led her to. She immediately swore allegiance to Mordred in front of everyone and presented him with the map of the Web.

However, only Mordred herself knew that there was no such thing as an angel or a dark moon. There was only a fleshy ball covered with twisted tentacles. The angel was just an illusion created by the tentacles to confuse souls.

Believers will vomit and have diarrhea, and become delirious as if poisoned, entirely because they have been corrupted by themselves. If the corruption deepens even a little, every single one of them will turn into mindless zombies.

As for why his face couldn't be seen clearly—because if it were, he'd be doomed—it's entirely a self-preservation mechanism saving his life. And the claim of "Big Thunder Bean Sprout" is pure fantasy.

Mordred saw this as even more extreme than the Chaos of Faith, but he couldn't bear to lose these useful Eldar followers, so he ultimately chose a compromise:
“Kiaran, I approve of your clan’s faith in me, but you saw the experiment just now. Fanatics only have one path: death. And I can decide whether you can move towards peace.”

Therefore, I command you not to die. Only true warriors will be granted peace by me. A meaningless death will not lead to heaven, do you understand?

Kiarland didn't dare say a word against it. It was a seller's market, and she believed everything Mordred said in order to get into heaven.

"But Your Highness, how am I supposed to explain this to the believers!"

"What do you mean, how do you explain it? You believe in me, so my words are the truth. As your faith, don't my words carry weight?"

It can only be said that Mordred's purity is still too low, and he simply does not understand the thoughts of a religious madman. Just then, Kiaran slammed a stack of large volumes of doctrines onto the table in front of him, totaling more than 20 books.

You wouldn't believe it until you look; the titles alone were enough to make Mordred lose her composure. They were all short lessons about kindness, like "His Highness Shoots Down a Satellite with a Stone," "His Highness Defeats the Eldar Enemy with Shrinking the Earth," and "Sayings of His Highness."

He could tolerate the first few Mordred books, they were just a bit too bright and easy to get sunburned from. But what he couldn't stand after that was all unofficial history!
There's even a story about Mordred, the Holy Son, who was born from a one-night stand between the Lord of Man and the youngest lady. The God-King Asuyan was jealous of Slaanesh and, together with the Eldar gods, tried to reclaim the Lord of Man, ultimately causing the Empress to carry him to pregnancy for ten months and give birth to the Primarch, among other things.

What's even more surprising is that when Mordred flipped to the end, under the signature section, it turned out to be Tom Kraus's name.

This is no ordinary rebellious son; we must strike hard. Mordred pulled out his belt and rushed out of the bridge. He was determined to kill his son today!
"Tom, get out here right now."

Looking at his father, who looked like a madman, Tom felt a chill run down his spine for no reason. Before he could figure out what was happening, a belt came down from the sky and lashed him, making him run away in pain.

"Still trying to run? You stop right there! You dare write me a long essay? I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

Tom wasn't stupid. Seeing that Mordred was truly enraged and that he couldn't escape with his own strength, he immediately betrayed his teammates, shouting, "Father, I know I was wrong. This wasn't something I did alone; Brian did it too."

Upon hearing that Tom, that scoundrel, had betrayed him, Brian turned and ran without a word, but Mordred was faster. With a flash, she grabbed him by the neck and threw him back, then lashed him with her belt.

"Speak, who else?" One lash scattered the rebellious scoundrel, two lashes made him vow to turn over a new leaf. Cornered against the wall, Brian was in excruciating pain. His beady eyes darted back and forth, finally settling on a short, scrawny boy:

"Gao Wen, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there watching? Stop pretending to be an honest person. You wrote it too."

"Damn Brian, no one would think you're mute if you didn't speak, but since you betrayed me, no one else will get away with this."

Gawain rattled off a long list of names like reciting a menu, as if he were on the verge of death. Mordred grabbed everyone whose name was mentioned.

There were not only Space Marines here, but also Spartan soldiers. Mordred spared none of them, whipping them with his belt until Halsey gave up a name.

"Rambo? You betrayed me!"

Rambo, whose name was called, immediately knelt down and tried to plead for himself:
"Boss, please forgive me. You know I lost my mother when I was young and left home. I was weak, helpless, and pitiful. You raised me. I know I was wrong."

After saying that, Rambo's eyes were glazed over. If it weren't for his fat body, Mordred might have actually believed him. She pinched his mouth and shook it for a while:
"You fat dog, you little rascal, I should have fed you to the sandworms back then. You don't know you were wrong, you know you're going to get beaten up."

"As for you."

Mordred looked at Kiaran, who was trembling all over. He was a very fair person and would never discriminate.

"Snapped……"

Amidst the piercing screams mixed with dog barks, everyone shuddered, fearing they would be implicated by these scoundrels and have their pants pulled down and their butts whipped by the Primarch in front of everyone.

After smoking for a full half hour, Mordred finally calmed down. He called the apothecary and gestured for him to take those bastards back for treatment. He added that if they found out he was making up stories about them, they would be exiled to Qatar!

Soon, just as this group of filial sons had their backsides healed and were being ridiculed by everyone, Mordred presented a doctrine called "The Dark Moon Bible," adapted from imperial truth, to Kiaran.

"From now on, develop the sect according to this plan. Don't give me any unofficial histories. Also, rename the Holy Son Church to the Dark Moon Sect."

I have only one request: the Darkmoon Cult will not tolerate fanatics, my Archbishop, do you understand?

Such a request was something Chiarand had never seen before in his life, but Mordred didn't care. Seeing the dutiful daughter sticking her butt out in a daze, she grabbed Tom's big face plate and shoved it at her.

“┗|｀O′|┛Aww~~, I get it, I get it!”

Perhaps as if Mordred hadn't had enough of a headache, the fleet had barely returned to peace, and Mordred hadn't even had time to settle in, when a report was delivered to him via a Star Speaker:

"What? You said you found traces of Primarchs near Incarati? Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"Because of me!"

Before the person arrived, the sound preceded them. Even a powerful figure like Mordred couldn't help but exclaim in surprise upon seeing the suddenly teleported, domineering humanoid figure:
"Holy crap, a husky!"

　Let me change the update time. I'm updating at 7 AM every day, but the corgi just can't get up. How about 8 AM? After all, the number 7 is bound to cause some problems.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)