Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 99 Blood sacrifice to the blood god and skull sacrifice to the god’s throne.

A plea for help or a trap? No one knew what that celestial message meant, but Guilliman knew he had to save his offspring.

The mobilization capabilities of the Ultra Warriors were on full display at this moment.

In just 13 minutes, the escort fleet originally intended to defend against Atlas had assembled, with a full 13 Space Marines, plus a tidal wave of mortal support troops boarding the ships.

No one doubted that the Emperor's Death Angels could defeat the Xenomorphs; it would surely be another great victory. But only Mordred felt uneasy.

“Guilliman, calm down. I just finished telling you about Nukelia when I suddenly received a message in interstellar language. This is too much of a coincidence.”

This is clearly a trap to lure us in; don't be impulsive!

Mordred was very familiar with the personnel system of the Ultramarines, but the more she knew, the more uneasy she felt.

Unlike the Atlas, who are small, efficient, and fond of surprise attacks, the Ultramarines are all about large-scale tactics. A single large unit of them may be said to have 1000 people, but the number of ships, heavy firepower units, and civilian support troops that accompany them is countless.

This force could completely wipe out a planet. No matter how advanced Nukelia's technology is, it's only within the realm of individual soldiers and cannot withstand an orbital air attack from the sky.

The fact that they were wiped out instantly, and that they didn't even bother to send a distress signal but instead requested an extermination order to perish together, must mean they encountered some kind of unforeseen situation.

What could it be? Only chaos!

Mordred's advice, however, greatly displeased Guilliman, who would absolutely not stand by and watch his offspring die.
"Brother, stop talking. Whether it's a trap or not is meaningless. They've already come to my doorstep. This time, the Ultra Warriors have mobilized three entire battle groups."

In a grand expedition, this would be enough to wipe out an entire star sector. So what if it's a trap? A single salvo from the fleet would blast the enemy to smithereens. No matter what, the advantage is on our side!

Besides, you've already said we have a brother in Nukelia. I don't like that prophecy, and I absolutely will not watch my brother suffer abuse and ultimately become a monster.

“But those aren’t ordinary enemies, they’re demons! The things I dragged out before.”

The thought of the warp creature named Seele inevitably brought to mind the black-skinned hottie figurines he secretly kept, and he simply couldn't see what was so scary about them.

“Brother, since you are so familiar with demons, how about we work together? I can’t comment on Koz’s misfortune, but I can help another brother avoid it.”

In my opinion, although you are my older brother, I am actually older than you. You are just worrying too much. Why do you care so much? As long as it is an alien, it will definitely die if it is killed!
The significance of the Great Expedition is to eradicate the Xenomorphs and restore humanity to its glorious golden age; this is the meaning of our existence.

Mordred was speechless. He didn't know what he was uneasy about, but after meeting those azure eyes, he finally agreed to Guilliman's invitation.

"You're right, I was being too cautious. While we still have time, I'll give you a lesson on that alien called the Demon."

"Of course, I can't wait to fight alongside my brother."

"Then you mustn't fall behind!"

Soon, the combined fleet of Atlas and the Ultramarines was ready to set sail, but although it was called a combined fleet, the Ultramarines actually made up the majority of it.

Atlas had fewer than 3000 Space Marines, and its supporting Spartan forces numbered only 2. The only force that could be considered the main force was the heavily armored mortal auxiliary army, a mix of cannibals and Oglins.

After hearing the news, Koz wanted to go along, but the two of them told him to stay behind and watch the house, and didn't take him with them at all.

Because he had accidentally stumbled into Comoros, Atlas's warp map had been updated, and Mordred would never choose to undertake a dangerous warp voyage.

The hatch of the Abomination slowly opened, and several Eldar warships, distinct from human ships, were swallowed up and flew directly to the front of the fleet to serve as lead ships, guiding the Abomination to dock.

Just as Guilliman was puzzled, Mordred's holographic image appeared on the bridge projection:
"Don't be surprised, this is just one of the many secrets of Atlas. Next, you will experience what the Emperor has been pursuing all his life. Don't fall behind, we're about to accelerate."

Before Mordred could finish speaking, a huge door suddenly appeared in the void, and the Abomination plunged straight into it.

"Father, should we follow them?" asked the legion commander named Gage. After all, anyone would be apprehensive about this unusual mode of travel, especially since it involved alien technology.

Faced with his son's questioning, Guilliman was somewhat apprehensive, but he chose to trust his brother and gave the order:
"Follow him, my brother won't harm me!"

Stepping into the network for the first time, the Ultra Warriors were astonished as country bumpkins, crowding around the portholes to look out, especially the navigators with three eyes. This was completely different from their previous experiences. Speed ​​and safety aside, the uninterrupted stability, devoid of any mental distractions, moved them to tears.

Looking at the hazy realm outside, completely different from the subspace, Guilliman suddenly regretted what he had said earlier, wondering if he should capture a few Eldar himself, as this Web Path was indeed extraordinary.

Before he could think about it, Mordred's voice rang in his ears again, along with a digital copy of a book called "The Complete Encyclopedia of Demons That Even Oglin Can Understand."

He hurriedly opened the data panel and looked at the comic book filled with various simple doodles, providing a comprehensive analysis of various subspace entities and aliens. Guilliman was certain that Eugene could understand this thing.

"But why draw the demons on these so lewdly? Are you sure this won't demoralize the troops?"

Mordred in the holographic image curled her lip, thinking to herself that Guilliman was talking too much. "I've already sent you internal documents, and you're still picking and choosing. Is it a crime for an artist to be so skilled?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Time is tight and the mission is heavy. Judging from the current speed, we have about a week to prepare. Next, I will reveal Atlas's true mission to you."

Every Ultramariner must study diligently. The enemy we face is far beyond what ordinary Xenomorphs can be. You may very well succumb to madness and become corrupted slaves.

"So how can we avoid it?"

After voicing the question, Guilliman saw Mordred looking at him with extreme reluctance:

"Yes, and there are many ways I know of, but you are not Atlas, nor are you the space skeleton of the number one physics team."

Therefore, there is only one method that applies to you: empty your mind and fight like an Ogren, and pray to me when you are about to give up!

"What? Are you sure this makes sense?" If he hadn't misheard, Guilliman clearly heard his brother say something rather lewd, but Mordred's determined look made him unable to confirm whether he had heard correctly.

Mordred didn't want to do this either. It's a rather unpleasant thing for anyone to be the object of someone else's fantasies, but that's just how it is.

Through long-term observation and experimentation, the Darkmoon Order, or rather, its pointed-eared bean sprouts, has developed a comprehensive set of measures to avoid being abducted by Slaanesh over the past few years.

Because fanatics are subconsciously captured by Mordred and eaten like snacks, they eventually collapse into sanity and suffer the tragic fate of becoming mutants.

But if you don't believe, you might be kidnapped by sex abuse, so the strength of your faith should be kept within a reasonable range. The idea is that since it's free, you should believe a little bit.

To put it more vividly, every member of the Darkmoon Order is warming themselves by a fire. Slaanesh is the blizzard outside, and Mordred is the source of the fire. Getting close can prevent them from freezing to death, but getting too close will burn them to death.

So, to avoid going down two wrong paths, these rather reckless pointy-eared individuals came up with an extremely ridiculous solution: to use life-size Mordred figurines to perform self-pleasure.

Upon learning of this situation, Mordred genuinely wanted to kill the group of bean sprouts, but he was also quite conflicted about giving up on the network navigation, ultimately falling into self-destructive behavior and completely giving up on treatment.

Mordred was unwilling to explain the reasons to Guilliman, and could only give vague answers, saying that you should trust me and think on the bright side, maybe we won't even need it!

The more you think, the more mistakes you'll make. When the time comes, just focus on killing people and don't overthink things!
To ensure everything went smoothly, Mordred also transferred a group of Darkmoon Order members there, having them become battlefield priests and engage in some kind of warp-related, superstitious activities.

While the Ultramarines were watching the demonic lewd images and pointing fingers at the Darkmoon Order, far away in Nukelia, Ultramarines Hill watched the Chaos army begin their final, desperate resistance as they engaged in indiscriminate sexual acts.

"Your Highness Angron, how much longer can you hold on?"

The giant whose name was called stared blankly, the blasphemous creation above his head buzzing, pouring endless rage into the slave named Angron.

Clearly, the unfortunate Angron could not escape the tragic fate of being stabbed with the Butcher's Sting. However, if Mordred were present, she would surely be puzzled by Angron's current state.

He had two nails on his head! They swayed there like twin ponytails, and every now and then he would fight with both hands simultaneously.

He slammed his right skull hard, plunging the Butcher's Nail deeper into his brain. After making sure he no longer felt that damned pleasure, Angron, covered in sweat, collapsed to the ground.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, offering your skull to the throne—are you even capable of this, you piece of trash?!"

(End of this chapter)