Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 144 The time to feast is now!
Mordred admitted that he had boasted before; he couldn't withstand even a one ten-thousandth of the speed of light overload, and his brain was completely crushed.

Fortunately, Mordred's brain was dispensable; even without a brain, he could still act on instinct. The instant the cannonball hit the Void Shield and was transferred into the warp, he activated his signature move—Grassland Sprint!
A fleeting flash of emerald lightning distorted space, causing the cannonball, which should have been deflected into the Sea of ​​Souls, to penetrate the shield and activate the pre-prepared vector nozzles for a hard landing and deceleration.

"boom!"

A massive iron lump weighing hundreds of tons fell from the sky, shattering under the dense barrage of anti-aircraft fire. The debris pierced the ground, creating a giant crater.

On a regular ship, this shell might have destroyed the hull, but the combat moon is not a dead rat flying in the sky.

Bigger is better, more is better, more steel is better, quality is king, this is the land of Pogang, artillery bombardment can only tickle the celestial weapons.

The only problem now is that Mordred was blown to pieces by the Super Overload, with a large amount of flesh and blood tissue vaporized and burned, so he can only resurrect by instinct.

In the dim space, black slime was everywhere, clinging to any material they could touch, and occasionally flashing a dim green light to lure their prey into their trap.

As expected, upon discovering the deck was broken, the Randan aliens immediately dispatched soldiers to carry out repairs. A large number of blasphemous and cruel Randan hunters poured into the breach, welding like worker bees with plasma welding torches.

Looking at the huge craters left by artillery shells all around, a 3-meter-tall Randan hunter was quite puzzled. His tentacles, crackling with crimson electricity, flickered with crimson light as he grumbled to his coworker via his mental network:
"These humans are really strange. The shells are empty. I told you they were an incompletely evolved group of life forms. They're a bunch of lunatics, stuffing living people into the shells. Look here, there's even a mushroom."

“Who says otherwise?” The hunter beside him, who was directing the slaves to weld the deck, squatted down, rubbed the charred flesh on the ground between his fingers, and tasted it carefully.

"It's a bit salty and a bit spicy, but something feels off about the taste?"

"The taste isn't right? Let me try it!"

Setting down his weapon, the tall, well-armored Randan hunter picked up a piece of minced meat and savored it.

Since engaging the Legion 20 years ago and obtaining living Space Marine samples, the great Emperor Randan has upgraded and modified every warrior, enabling them to devour flesh and blood to search for memories.

This biochemical modification, copied from the Space Marines, gave the Randan the capital to expand further. In just 20 years, they conquered dozens of star sectors and built their Randan Empire.

Under the coordination of the Mind Network, the entire Empire is united, with each level fulfilling its responsibilities, like a highly efficient machine operating with a roar, determined to seize the position of galactic overlord.

Even in Ran Dan's view, their fight against the Empire was entirely out of desperation. They could have joined the great and glorious evolution together, but these madmen attacked indiscriminately without saying a word.

"What a bunch of primitive people with outdated evolution! But that's precisely why our cause is so great. We must bring these misguided groups back on track. It's all for Atlas!"

"Yes, our cause is indeed great, but what is Atlas?"

Gazing at his comrade who was rapidly melting and completely collapsed on the ground, the soldier felt a wave of dizziness. In a daze, he seemed to see countless fleshy tentacles covered with eyeballs and sharp teeth rising from the ground, greedily craving every piece of flesh.

But soon, the disturbing scene disappeared again, as if it were all an illusion, and the surroundings fell silent once more, leaving only a maddened alien with its sanity broken.

"Hey ha! Long live Atlas!"

……

"Pah! What glorious evolution? They're just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics who don't even realize it." Mordred chewed up the slightly chewy skull and ran wildly through the ventilation ducts, using the information he had just eaten to head towards the warehouse with more biomass.

At this moment, Mordred completely abandoned his human form and transformed into a pitch-black alien with four arms and a long tail. His dull chitinous armor allowed him to hide in the shadows and crawl into the narrowest gaps.

Three minutes later, the ventilation duct was torn open by claws, and a figure fell to the ground. After sneaking around to make sure the place was safe, the figure pulled out a bunch of mushrooms from behind.

Perhaps seeing that no one was around, Mordred became completely unrestrained, opening its blood-red maw and spraying wildly at the mushroom, spitting out a large amount of biomass mucus that completely defied the law of conservation of mass.

As it absorbed nutrients, the mushroom expanded rapidly, as if something was being nurtured inside, eventually growing into a colossal creature reaching a height of 13 meters.

This is a lizardman cultivation mushroom carefully selected by Mordred and condensed with a large amount of fel crystals. It has only one characteristic: it's fast!
Because this cultured mushroom had been soaked in high-purity fel energy and had a bit of Saint Gilles' genome added, the lizardmen that hatched from it were larger and stronger, making them quite suitable for this kind of covert sabotage operation behind enemy lines.

With a large supply of biomass, the first monitor lizard hatched in just five minutes, staring blankly at Mordred.

"Boss, I'm thinking, I'm the secret kid, I want... I want."

"Shut up, no Gothic language allowed. Get back to work. Since you have a head of golden hair, you'll be called Li Gou Dan from now on."

Having received the name, Li Gou Dan was very obedient. After learning about the plan through the mind network, he immediately shut his mouth and began to sneakily move materials with Mordred.

Fortunately, the warehouse lacked everything except organic matter. With a large supply of nutrients, the mushrooms grew faster and faster. At first, they produced one offspring every five minutes, but now each clump produces 30 offspring.

And as its size increases, the number of offspring it produces also increases exponentially, like a money printing machine spraying out lizards like crazy.

As the number of lizardmen grew to nearly ten thousand, the previously weak Waaaagh energy began to resonate and merge. Under the manipulation of a mad boy, it reversed course and poured into Mordred's body.

Such intense energy fluctuations could not be faked, but Mordred did not intend to hide them.

A verdant grassland appeared, and following the mental network marker, Mordred grabbed the point of light and pulled it over.

"Ugh~ Father, I feel like I've been thrown into a washing machine and spun around. This feeling is so uncomfortable."

Before Brian could finish complaining, more and more Atlas were summoned from the Abomination by Mordred. It was only thanks to the size of the warehouse that it could hold so many people.

A minute later, the Randan alien sentinels, alerted by the news, finally arrived. But before the gate could be fully opened, a pair of enormous claws flashing with emerald green electricity pierced through the gate and tore their armored vehicles apart.

A horde of deadly beasts surges forth, and these unfortunate soldiers will face a massacre, their corpses decomposing into nutrients to hatch more lizardmen.

A mass war is about to break out inside the battle moon, and Mordred refuses to believe they will lose:
"The time to feast is now!"

"Waaaagh!!"

(End of this chapter)