Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 150 Hidden Energy on the Back
The battle is about to break out.

Mordred was the first to strike. As the saying goes, one trick is enough to make you successful. Ever since he awakened the Flash ability, Mordred has been particularly fond of flanking and backstabbing, which has become an instinctive instinct for him.

A green illusion flickered, and a terrifying beast teleported into the arena, its chitinous claws, engraved with a disintegration field, shooting out and aiming directly at the opponent's ass.

Mordred was confident he could tear Queen Randan to pieces on the spot if he took that claw, but to be on the safe side, he raised his head and opened his blood-red maw to bite her from mid-air.

However, as the Emperor of Randan, an ancient monster and immortal being who had lived for an unknown amount of time, Dahl was no ordinary person. Endless spiritual energy burst forth, and in a nanosecond, he had already unleashed a simple and unadorned spiritual energy explosion.

It is called simple because psychic blast is just like fireball. Even psychics from different types can use this move. It can be called the most versatile of all.

The result was that Mordred was shot and had his limbs below the head amputated, and everything within a 16-kilometer radius behind him was turned to dust. It was only thanks to the Emperor's intervention that Mordred's head was kicked away, otherwise he would have been sacrificed to the heavens.

"Holy crap! Is this even human?"

Mordred, who was almost slapped to death, did not hesitate. His eyes became clear instantly. Before the second psionic explosion arrived, he rolled on the spot and ran away decisively, jumping behind his good brother and protecting Zhuang Sen and the other two in front of him.

Gazing at the terrifying scene of powerful beings battling in what seemed like a fantasy world, where every move could split mountains and shatter rocks, and ravage the entire world, Ji Tou Si knew that this was not a battlefield they could join.

It's fair to say that not bringing Guilliman was the best decision. It's fortunate that Mordred was the first to get carried away, otherwise, with Guilliman's small frame, the Death Army would have lost their future son-in-law.

The boiling flesh and blood fused together again, and Mordred, who was now just a skull and fleshy body, returned to human form in just a few seconds. However, compared to the previous hundred-meter-tall behemoth, he was now less than 8 meters in size.

Although he was nearly slapped to death, Mordred refused to back down. He pulled out his machete, pointed it at his opponent, and shouted:
"You bastards, you can't beat the old guys, but you think I can't beat the young ones? Today, the four of us brothers are going to crush you!"

Soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings, each with their own opponents, and for a time they fought to a standstill. However, the battle between Ran Dan, who also had a mental network, was far more skillful than the four heads of the angel. The angel almost had his wings cut off by Zhuang Sen, and Mordred almost stabbed Ruth.

In order not to affect others, the four brothers could only choose an opponent each. Based on the size of the cup, Mordred naturally faced the biggest one.

Stereotypes are indeed true; the biggest guy is always a tank warrior. But as soon as they clashed, Mordred discovered that his enemy was slightly different from the chicken and dog he had imagined. His opponent was like a humanoid titan, and his pure physical strength was actually comparable to his own.

Both being tank warriors, both sides opted for a strategy of trading blows. Mordred can freely shape his body, while the opponent also has living weapons made from mimicked arms, making it a battle between the Zerg tyrant and the Blacklight virus.

Piercing, slashing—each attack tore chunks of flesh from both sides. Crimson psionic energy clashed with emerald fel energy. The two undead cockroaches were locked in a frenzied brawl, neither able to kill the other, neither able to gain the upper hand. It was a battle of wits, seeing who would fall first.

With its gaping maw wide open, emerald lightning flashed from its throat as it unleashed a burst of evil energy breath, instantly melting Ran Dan's arm.

Crushed bones would regenerate in the next second, and burned flesh would immediately regenerate. As time passed, Mordred discovered that the other party was evolving rapidly. Then the other party opened its fiery red lips and breathed a scarlet breath at him.

"Interesting! Very interesting indeed! I am Mordred Wayne, Lord of Atlas, Second Primarch. State your name, I do not kill nameless nobodies." Looking at the giant lizard before him, which was also rapidly recovering and staring intently at him, War Marshal Ran Dan also created distance and shouted loudly:
"I am the king's foremost warrior, the Netherworld War God Oxel! You are a worthy opponent; I can hold my own against you for a whole day."

"Pfft, what? Oxer? Your sister is either Athena or Venus, and you're called Oxer? What idiot gave you that name? You weren't adopted, were you?"

"Shut up! You monster!" Enraged, Randan War General Oukser brandished his claws, grabbing Mordred's neck and ripping open his jaw before delivering a brutal blow.

However, Ran Dan Zhan Shuai clearly did not understand Mordred's true nature. He was just a living lump of flesh that spread pollution at will, and the mere decapitation wound was nothing serious.

In an instant, countless fleshy tentacles shot out from the severed neck and burrowed into Oxer's body, while the headless body opened its four arms to embrace the enemy's limbs.

Having endured until now, Mordred finally stopped hiding and began to devour the flesh and blood of her enemies, her entire body liquefying and boiling, flowing into Oxer's body.

This inhuman scene sent chills down Ran Dan Zhan Shuai's spine. His limbs, corrupted by Mordred, were out of control and were transforming into a humanoid alien. Countless crazy images flashed through his mind.

Who am I? Where am I? Am I Mordred? No! I am my mother's proudest offspring.

Her soul was twisted, her consciousness shattered, and her body deformed, all of which plunged Oxel into chaos. But even so, she managed to regain a brief moment of lucidity through her unwavering loyalty to her mother.

Sensing that he was about to be completely replaced, Oxel didn't hesitate. With his last bit of strength, he embraced Mordred's head and sneered:
"You vile humanoid, you greedy, lustful beast, do you think you can kill me?"

"Nani?"

"Backup hidden energy, activate!"

A massive amount of subspace magical energy, comparable to a demon's self-destruction, erupted forth, and a giant mushroom cloud suddenly rose, composing a hymn of loyalty. Everything within a 20-kilometer radius would be engulfed by the explosion.

Just as Mordred was being exploded by a massive influx of warp energy, a small fragment of a star god melted into his body. The two forces clashed, suppressing the terrifying magical energy.

Mordred, who had been thoroughly filled, collapsed to the ground, his body covered in scarlet cracks, like a living bomb. It took him a while to calm down.

Normally, Mordred would be ecstatic, but the timing isn't right; there's simply no time to assimilate these energy reserves.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding between brothers, but more likely it was because they didn't want to be taken away by Ran Dan's self-destruction. The most cunning Lemanrus began to lead the enemy closer to Mordred, and his eyes began to flash with a strange light.

"Brother, I'm here to help you!"

(End of this chapter)