Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 100 Nukelia's Great Mixed Operation

Khorne, also known as the Blood God, nicknamed the Headless Dog, or the Dog-Headed Man.

But if you ask if Khorne is any good, then he definitely is. After all, in this time of war, Khorne is the most powerful and domineering of the four peddlers.

As a seasoned gambler, the second brother, who wields the power of insatiable killing, has an even stronger gambling instinct than the emperor, perfectly embodying the wise saying, "Blood doesn't ask where it comes from, and skulls don't ask who they belong to."

Khorne may appreciate courage, but none of the evil gods are good. The blood of the strong is blood, and the blood of women, children, and the elderly is also blood. In any case, it's all about bloodshed and killing. As long as you're willing to fight, Khorne won't be stingy with his blessings. The only difference is whether you can please Him.

But don't think of Khorne as a mindless red-skinned brute who only knows how to hack and slash. Warcraft is also one of His domains. This Warp artifact is very shrewd and has even used it to seize some of the power of Vicious Arts.

However, after the cursed one known as the Emperor made a deal with the Four Gods, Khorne developed a new hobby: drawing cards, and he was extremely greedy about it.

The Archangel is a must-have; it's a limited-edition gold SSR, something everyone wants, making the competition extremely fierce. It's the kind of item that's highly coveted.

As for Mordred, he delighted all the evil gods, who raised him like their own son with the big golden guy, and would occasionally throw him some warp debris as a reward.

But aside from the two figures that all the evil gods want, each of the four gods still has its own guaranteed drops.

The safest bet is with the fat bastard Nurgle, who has chosen the stinky young man. The cunning birdman goes without saying; his extraordinary wisdom is his defining characteristic. Khorne guarantees Angron, and Slaanesh guarantees Femme Fat.

But the problem lies with Forgrim. Because of Mordred, his entire destiny has been turned into a mess. Slaanesh, who is at least slightly flawed, has decided to develop a second mine. So who is the most suitable?
The answer is Angron!
Angron's ability to absorb the negative emotions of others and influence their hearts is so perfect for Slaanesh's corruption criteria that he is even more suitable than Forgrim.

Once Angron is corrupted, the Slaanesh can use it as a stepping stone to slowly corrupt other Primarchs. Even if they don't use it to corrupt other Primarchs, they can use it for themselves as a purple mood toy. The only obstacle is the kobolds.

All-in is a kind of wisdom. As chaotic evil gods who are the embodiment of extreme emotions, it is impossible for them to restrain their desires.

The only price paid for the two evil gods' struggle was an unfortunate soul named Angron.

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As the silence in the void was quietly broken, the combined fleet, which had been racing along the network for a week, finally emerged from the tunnel and entered the physical universe.

But when Mordred saw Nukelia, a planet half-polluted and red and purple like a tomato, all his plans were instantly disrupted.

Various demonic engines churned and clashed in the void, with human, dark Eldar, and even other alien ships whose names were not even known arriving one after another, shouting the names of their own gods, completely turning the place into a chaotic mess.

Even through the cracks, Mordred could see countless demons trying to burrow into the real universe.

"Damn it, where did I get this time?"

In less than half a second, the ship's subspace alarms began to sound frantically, and intense subspace radiation splashed into every corner of the fleet, instantly destroying the sanity and thinking of a large number of ordinary soldiers.

This is still the result of the Geller force field not being shut down and the dimensional barrier still existing. If it had not been activated, at least half of the fleet's mortals would have been completely corrupted into a lump of chaos eggs after facing the true face of chaos.

Without any hesitation, upon encountering this unexpected situation, the highly skilled Space Marines immediately sealed all ship windows and increased the energy output of the Geller Field to protect the safety of the rear fleet.

"What kind of monster is this?" Guilliman, who had been calm before, suddenly lost his composure upon witnessing the chaos. He began to understand why Mordred was uneasy.

The blasphemous eight-pointed star of chaos was engraved on the ship, and twisted, grotesque flesh grew from the steel deck. Rather than a ship, it resembled a living, warp behemoth.

What's even more unsettling is the image of the two Glory Queen-class warships boarding and exchanging fire. Some experienced veterans have already recognized the name of one of them based on its markings.

"That's the title of an emperor, but it's impossible!"

Mordred recognized the opposing force at a glance; they were clearly the rebellious World Eater and the Emperor's son, meaning he hadn't been mistaken—Khorne and Slaanesh had attacked simultaneously.

Aside from the evil god, Mordred couldn't think of anyone else who could swarm the void and bring future rebellious Space Marines into the present day; it was utterly cheating!

"Nothing is impossible! They are the enemy, they are aliens. In the name of the War Commander, I order you to open fire."

Mordred's voice rang out throughout the fleet, interrupting the unsettling thoughts.

"Guilliman, didn't you want to know why I'm so hesitant? This is the answer, and also the ultimate hypothetical enemy of Atlas. What are you waiting for? Open fire!"

"Red or purple?"

"Attack both of them! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Without any hesitation, Atlas, already accustomed to subspace radiation, opened fire instantly, its dazzling light spears slamming into the Chaos Ship. The macro cannon array was ready and began its beyond-visual-range attack.

This is where the Ultramarines' weaknesses become apparent. When it comes to troop deployment, farming, and resource management, Atlas is no match for these giant blueberries.

When it comes to on-the-spot reaction, the Ultra Warrior is always a step behind. He starts wondering if the other side is a friend or foe, and by the time he figures it out, it's too late. That's Guilliman for you.

Fortunately, Mordred's preparations hadn't been in vain. Seeing the Abomination begin its furious barrage, the Radiant Macragge immediately followed suit, unleashing a torrent of fire upon the enemy. The battle instantly escalated to a fever pitch, with all four Radiant Queen-class battleships exchanging fire passionately in the small town of Nukelia, filling the entire airspace with artillery fire.

The unwavering light spear remains humanity's most powerful weapon. Countless shells and torpedoes are launched at enemy warships. Even though the Void Shield redirects the attack into the warp, the overwhelming firepower can still overload it.

Not to mention those small ships with thin armor and large internal components, which must be taken out first. Otherwise, if the fleet surrounds them and they board at close range, the only option will be the most brutal urban warfare inside the ship.

The Ultra Warriors, with their vast resources, naturally unleashed a barrage of fire, and Atlas, well aware of this, had no shortage of ammunition.

The sudden and fierce bombardment stunned everyone. The Devourer and the Emperor's Son were surprised by the sudden appearance of the False Emperor's lackeys and stopped fighting among themselves, turning their attention to attacking the Ultra Warriors at the same time.

But as the battle raged on, a strange thing happened: the combined fleet's firepower had no problem bombarding the Son of the Emperor, but it was completely ineffective against the Chaos Fleet led by the Conqueror.

Watching the Glory Queen-class flagship charging forward while firing, Mordred knew that there was no point in wasting time with them; she had to shut down the subspace rift.

Seeing that the ranged attack was ineffective, Mordred immediately ordered the Abomination to ram the enemy at close range, while simultaneously warning Guilliman via internal communications:
“We’ll hold off the Conquerors. Focus our fire on the Son of the Emperor first. You have the largest fleet, so come and support us as soon as you’re done.”

Do not let your mind wander. If any special circumstances arise, retreat and seek prayer from the nearest Darkmoon Order.

My escape route is in your hands, Guilliman!

Once Guilliman was in position, he didn't hesitate and immediately ordered the fleet to counter-encircle them. With the Makrag Glory's insane firepower, they suppressed the Son of the Emperor's counterattack and gradually closed in.

They were all taught by the same master and couldn't counter each other's moves. Due to a strange tacit understanding, what should have been a passionate space battle turned into a boarding operation.

"boom!"

The four Glory Queen-class battleships collided violently, their cannons firing at close range, tearing at each other's hulls and turning them into a space island.

A violent tremor struck, and even though sound cannot travel through the void, Atlas could hear the sickening sound of metal tearing through the hull.

Perhaps it had been marinated in the warp, because the bow of the Abomination, which was equipped with a fel furnace, suddenly tore open a crack. Under the control of Icarus, who was the main control core, countless metal pipes flashing with fel electricity shot out and pierced into the body of the Conqueror.

"Charge! Crush them!"

"Crush them, Waaaagh!!"

Through the pipes, Mordred took the lead, transforming directly into a behemoth and charging into this pathetic creation that had become a breeding ground for chaos.

But as soon as Mordred entered, he noticed the unusual nature of this place: all sorts of mangled flesh and limbs were piled up together, blending into the steel walls amidst the ubiquitous Khorne symbols.

The World Eater, which had been preparing for a long time, opened fire first, but no matter how it attacked, it could not penetrate Mordred's black armor. Even if it used the Heat Melt to break through, it would be restored to its original state under the flash of emerald green lightning, making the World Eater soldier's head buzz.

"The power of the Star God, kid!"

With a single punch, Mordred smashed the soldier who dared to shoot at him. As more and more Atlas entered, Mordred lay sprawled on the ground, countless fleshy tendrils shooting out and devouring the warp energy on the Chaos ship.

On the contrary, the Atlas, disregarding everything, relied on their size and strength, transforming into enchanted warriors and wielding demonic weapons to hack and slash indiscriminately:
"Damn little dwarf, you dare to ambush your Grandpa Atlas? Show off and I'll make you fly."

Brian, who has mastered Mordred's skills, sent his enemy's head flying with a powerful punch. Compared to the trash who needs to open the Geller Field to enter the warp, Atlas can act as a maggot in the Sea of ​​Souls.

In one-on-one combat, apart from the most formidable legion warriors, no legion's individual soldier quality can match Atlas's.

However, after eliminating their immediate enemies, the large men did not venture too far in. Instead, they cautiously gathered around their Primarch to protect him.

Strangely enough, the Chaos Warriors that were destroyed were not physical entities at all, and they did not leave any corpses after they died. They simply turned into a pool of pure warp energy and dissipated there.

As time passed, more and more fel energy flowed into the Conqueror's body through the pipes and connected to Mordred's body.

At this moment, Mordred had completely abandoned her human form. With the frenzied accumulation of steel and flesh, she had transformed into a bio-cannon that occupied most of the deck and whose size was impossible to calculate.

Once Mordred's fel energy reserves reached their peak, she could no longer endure it and opened her hideous maw, aiming at the warp rift that stretched across the horizon.

In an instant, all life on the battlefield felt dizzy, and finally, under the frantic warning of instinct, they tightly closed their eyes.

Light, a murky green electric light, filled the entire starry sky and bombarded the dimensional rift that was constantly spewing out subspace radiation, like a green grassland that was gradually healing.

Everyone heard that arrogant, maniacal scream:

"Fight your mother! My evil energy will spin ten thousand bolts, devour my Dragon Emperor's extradimensional teeth!"

(End of this chapter)