Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 76 Lion King Flying Head Fist!
"Tom, you've ruined my life! What am I supposed to do?"

"What do you mean, 'what to do'? I dropped the bombs, you fired the machine guns, and now you're blaming me? Instead of worrying about this, you should think about how to escape that monster's pursuit."

"Shut up, that's my father, he's not a monster!"

Wait, why is it so quiet all of a sudden? Run! The monster is coming!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark green shadow suddenly darted out of the dense forest and slashed at the thigh of the fearless mech with a sword.

In an instant, a huge explosion rang out from the forest. The explosive reactive armor perfectly fulfilled its loyal mission, giving the escape duo a chance to survive.

Only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch. Even though the pursuers were blown up by the anti-tank, the two knew that their only way to survive was to run.

Emerald fel energy overflowed from the sarcophagus, connecting with the ubiquitous dark shadows of the Caliban jungle, enveloping the Dreadnought before the second savage blow arrived.

"boom!"

Another limb was severed on the spot. During the previous chase, the hunter had already seen the weakness of this steel creation. As long as he attacked the joints, he could easily cut his two fathers' killers into human pigs with his strength.

As more and more explosive reactive armor was triggered, the Dreadnought, which had already lost all mobility, became a living coffin.

This horrifying scene terrified Urian, who brandished his iron fist. Forget about Primarchs; all he wanted now was to live.

"Croak—I must live!"

The power drill bit, enveloped in a disintegrating force field, crashed down, snapping a massive, thousand-year-old tree in half with a single blow, followed by the deadly roar of the sentry machine guns.

"Tom, are you done yet? We're almost out of ammo, damn it, my arm!"

"Don't rush me. Do you think shadow travel is that simple? You rascal, you have to hold on! Our lives are in your hands."

Urian laughed in anger. He wasn't Atlas, who could steal ammunition with demons. If he said he was out of ammunition, then he really was out of ammunition.

With a click of the sentry machine gun, the hunter hidden in the dense forest pounced out once more, brandishing his greatsword and pointing it directly at the stone coffin that imprisoned his adoptive father.

"Give me back my father's life!"

At the critical moment, Tom did not disappoint his good brother. The dark shadow completely enveloped the Dreadnought, allowing it to dodge the fatal blow.

Gazing at his father's killer who had vanished once more, Leon Johnson let out a low growl. Beneath his disheveled blond hair, his wild, emerald-green eyes gleamed with a sharp light, making him resemble a humanoid beast.

Deep in the dense forest, in a cave undetectable by any detector, emerald green lightning flickered in the shadows, and after trembling several times, it spat out the one-armed fearless machine.

As soon as it appeared, the Fearless Coffin opened from the inside, spewing out scorching steam that had escaped due to the overload of fel energy.

If there were outsiders present, they would be shocked by the fact that the three passengers in the stone coffin could not even be pieced together to form a human being, and that these three lumps of something were still alive.

The smallest portion belongs to Urian, who has only a brain and a pineapple can. The middle portion belongs to Tom, who has only a head and half a spine.

Luther, who caused all this, had the most flesh, but he only lost his lower body and had a big hole blown in his chest, which was much more respectable than those two things that had their limbs amputated below the neck.

"Tom, how many more times can you use this skill?" a lump of brains asked the head next to it.
"How many more times? I can't even use it once. Even this time, I squeezed out the fel energy from the demon. If my body were still intact, I certainly wouldn't be so weak. This is my last bit of fel energy."

On the bright side, though, the fact that this BT303 Dreadnought Armor withstood multiple attacks from the Primarch proves that Atlas technology is truly unparalleled.

Upon hearing this, Urian really wanted to strangle that bastard Tom, but unfortunately, the three of them were now in the same boat. If the sarcophagus broke, they would all die!

But looking at his Dreadnought, which had lost both legs, run out of ammunition and food, and was left with only a mechanical arm, the Supreme Grand Master was truly in despair:
"Tom, do you remember when you, me, and Brian were in Terra? Because you stole someone's sheep, the three of us got a good beating from the War General."

"Nonsense, if I hadn't stolen the sheep from the European warlord, the three of us would have been dead long ago. How could we have been chosen by the Emperor as Space Marines?"

"And you really believe the three of us brothers could steal that bastard's sheep? He was just conscripting people. Olpeson is ruthless; many people get caught for catching sheep. And why are you asking this? Let me make this clear first, we still have a chance to survive. Your father's father isn't dead yet. As long as Father arrives, everything will be alright."

"But I'm the one who beat his butt so badly he lost it!"

"Pfft"

Tom couldn't resist, and his deep laughter immediately came through the Dauntless speaker, but Urian quickly regained control of the Dauntless:
"What are you laughing at, you bastard?"

"I thought of something happy. Are you going to tell me what to say? I just blew up my own adoptive father with one shot. I also blew up the Lord of Fire Dragons. I ran him away for a full ten hours, ten hours!"

If it weren't for my chivalry towards that Iron Lord, who was quite handsome, my 30mm autocannon would have secured a triple kill.

To be honest, Urian did envy Tom, that idiot who was about to die and was still saying such outrageous things. He should have known better than to bring Tom's head back.

Perhaps because they were both stuffed into life support pods, Tom couldn't hide Urian's thoughts from him. Seeing that he was thinking about being punched in the head again, Tom couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, your father is really barbaric. He punched my head off right away. It's only thanks to your quick reaction that I'm still alive. Otherwise, I would have really died and would have been reborn as Palu, where I would have been laughed at for the rest of my life."

"Guess why I'm not laughing? It was my father who slapped your head off. At least you had a head to slap off, but all I have left is a lump of brains. Are you going to slap me like a jar?"

"Then why don't you two explain yourselves?"

Upon hearing this, the two brothers immediately retorted:

"Nonsense, at least give us a chance to explain! Before we could even speak, my head was blown off. Do you expect my ass to talk?"

"Of course! I have four speakers, and three of them were smashed to pieces. This last one is still not working properly. How am I supposed to speak?"

In a daze, the two unfortunate brothers, who were complaining to each other, suddenly realized what was happening and looked at the third party with their brains:
"Dude,"

"grandfather,"

"You're awake!"

That's right, the one who just spoke was Luther himself. He didn't know what happened to him; in the blink of an eye, his butt was gone, and a big hole was ripped into his chest.

After finally waking up, before I could even react, I heard two consciousnesses chattering incessantly in my head.

After a rapid exchange, Luther finally understood the current situation. Although he still didn't understand why he hadn't died, who would want to die if they could live?

"So, Zhuang Sen believes that you two killed me, imprisoned my body, and are now hunting you down?"

Tom: "No, they're hunting us down. If we both die, you won't live either."

Urian: "Yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding. As soon as his father, no! My good uncle, arrives, the three of us won't have to squeeze into this little can."

It was only thanks to Luther not following Zhuang Sen that things went so well; otherwise, Gao Di and those two bastards would have exploded. Having finally sorted out his thoughts, he immediately promised:
"Don't worry, I'll explain in a bit. I guarantee I can convince Zhuang Sen. After all, I'm his father."

Look, we're truly in sync! I just thought of Zhuang Sen and here he is! Son, your father is here!

Upon hearing this, the Primarch named Leon El-Jonson was instantly enraged. He tore apart the last remaining mechanical arm of the Dreadnought with his bare hands and roared:

"Lies! My father has been killed by you! I will make you pay with your blood!"

"Oh!"

Meanwhile, Mordred was still on his way.

(End of this chapter)