Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Leave Chapter 280 for me.
The firepower of the Glory Queen-class warships goes without saying. No matter which legion it is, these steel behemoths are always the face of the legion. And now a total of three thousand of them have arrived, not even counting the Chaos Fleet that followed.

Without any preparation, the first battle was the decisive one.

The first to be attacked was the unbreakable defense line.

This fortress, which consumed countless efforts and resources of Atlas and took nearly two centuries to build, can be described as a true apocalyptic project.

Every sentry post and every position was equipped with a planetary-level void shield array, and the weaponry was so advanced that it was built with the intention of waging a world war.

This might not be very intuitive, but what if we said that every fortress was equipped with a giant cannon? Or a massive ground-based gun emplacement with a barrel that was three kilometers long?

This is Atlas's strongest shield, a testament to the hard work and dedication of countless steel warriors and the fists of the Empire.

Even Dorn commented that such a ruthless and permanent fortress could not be breached unless the Mountain Array was dragged over and a breach was created through physical impact.

However, this impenetrable defense, which even Dorn had to resort to suicidal attacks to fight, was about to face the strongest spear.

Without any rules or tactics, once the numbers reach a certain level, any skill becomes meaningless.

The 3000 Death Charge ships leading the charge smashed a tunnel of death through this seemingly impenetrable defense.

Despite having few wins and seemingly carefree, Mordred's favorite pastime is intimidating others with her power. Now it's time to pay the price, as the opposing team has higher stats than them.

But in the end, Atlas's nearly two centuries of investment did not go to waste; the Death Shock of the Vengeance was stopped and failed to penetrate the last three lines of defense.

Amidst the roar of cannons, massive, blazing plasma orbs illuminated the starry sky, and dazzling beams of light of all colors melted through steel, with hundreds of millions of tons of shells being launched every second.

The once-rare Cyclone Torpedo is now dirt cheap. Alatras never lacks ammunition, while the enemy can create things out of thin air.

If it were just a matter of exchanging naval gunfire, Atlas could have dragged it out indefinitely, but the other side simply wouldn't give them that chance.

Like a black sword, the Vengeance Soul withstood the artillery fire. Even the Void Shield of the Glory Queen-class battleship could not withstand the bombardment from the land-based platform and was destroyed by concentrated fire in less than three minutes.

But when the Vengeance Soul, which was the target of concentrated fire, explodes in mid-air, more Vengeance Souls will fill the gap.

Driven by inertia, more and more warship wreckage turned into meteors, crashing violently into the final high wall.

The commanders who remained on the defensive line reacted immediately, but there was nothing they could do; they had to destroy as many enemy warships as possible.

As more and more debris crashed to the earth, countless Chaos Space Marines, demons, and even cultists spewed forth from the wreckage, along with blasphemous demonic engines.

Even the sky was completely torn apart, with countless subspace rifts appearing like a shattered mirror.

The molten mines were detonated one by one, and the Titan bearing the Atlas A mark unleashed its full firepower. Beneath its feet was the Atlas, piloted by Mushroom Knights and wielding plasma Gatling guns, alongside the Lizardman Beastmen squad conducting combined arms operations.

Under the command of the Spartan warriors, the mortal auxiliary troops, wearing T3-type mechanical powered exoskeletons, fired anti-aircraft guns horizontally, bombarding every enemy they could see with explosives and plasma.

Revelation and war are rare occurrences, but here, the intensity of the war far surpasses that of the battlefields depicted in Revelation.

Life became incredibly cheap, with the average soldier surviving for less than half an hour.

A swarm of drones carrying miniature nuclear bombs, driven by a frenzied demon within, is carrying out suicide attacks.

Radioactive dust, deadly toxic gases, and boiling metal stirred up by the heat were blown into the sky.

Atlas never lacks ammunition, and because their business is arms dealing, every Atlas soldier, from Space Marines to ordinary auxiliary troops, suffers from severe firepower deficiency phobia.

The Solar Auxiliary Army, also an elite force, is equipped with eight energy magazines per person, while Atlas's ordinary soldiers are all equipped with double that.

Even so, under the countless chaotic demonic tides, soldiers experienced instances of their guns melting due to excessive firing, ultimately forcing them to resort to close combat with their weapons.

But Atlas is not a melee fighter like Titan.

Through a neural link, the final commander of the high walls, Riviel, piloting the Mushroom King, wielded his claws and dodged enemy fire with agile maneuvering. In the end, at the cost of sacrificing half of his body, he tore open the enemy Titan's cockpit.

If any enemy tries to take advantage of this situation, they will find countless mycelia sprouting from Riviel's broken body, and after a couple of bites of fel crystal, he will be back to his old self.

Unless his brain is destroyed, Atlas is just another mushroom-like creature.

Levier, who was hiding in the back to heal, poked his head out, drinking flasks of elemental energy while observing the battlefield situation.

Shadowmoon Wolves, Fire Lizards, Death Guardians—these are the confirmed enemies, but Levier also spotted Space Wolves, Blood Angels, and Iron Warriors…

Almost every legion had a presence, especially the group of dark blue Ultra Warriors, who were the most numerous.

Levier couldn't understand it, not even the demon within him knew, but he could see the chaotic aura emanating from those fallen warriors.

Looking beyond the surface, Rivière doesn't acknowledge these scoundrels as his cousins; they are merely a group of restless souls who were burned to ashes.

Now, these souls that should have perished have been dragged over by the four Chaos Gods.

As the battle intensified, the enemies that Riviel had eliminated filled the entire platform, quickly attracting the attention of a gacha enthusiast, who began to whisper among himself.

"Sacrifice blood to the blood god, sacrifice the skull to the throne of god!"

"Who is speaking?"

"Repeat after me: Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, offer up the throne of the God!" "I am Rivière!"

"..."

Liviel could sense a moment of surprise on the other end, but soon three more voices rang in his ears.

Judging from the voices, one was a kind old man, and the other was a charming young woman who stirred the imagination. As for the last one, Rivière didn't like her; she always had a cunning feeling about her.

As Mordred's offspring, or rather, Mordred's archdatr, Atlas, steeped in fel energy, possesses a powerful resistance to chaos.

However, with the arrival of the entire fallen empire's ghosts, the dimensional barrier was nearly shattered, and the entire battlefield exhibited energy reactions unique to the warp.

The whispers in Rivière's ear were not an isolated case; more and more soldiers began to experience auditory hallucinations, especially those who were severely injured and waiting to regenerate.

If you shift your perspective, you'll find that as Atlas eliminates more and more Chaos enemies, the entire Tranquil 50 world gradually begins to fall into the Sea of ​​Souls.

Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and countless other warp entities gathered together and clashed in this small, peaceful world of Tranquility 50.

For the Chaos Gods, the more fiercely Atlas resisted, the more determined they became to win.

As the battle entered its 18th hour, the sky shattered in a moment that no one anticipated!
The chaotic demonic energy, now materialized, surged forth and crashed into the already precarious final high wall. In just an instant, half of the lizardmen were completely torn apart by this powerful energy, turning into a pile of mycelium.

2100 steel behemoths, each 27 kilometers long, shot out and pierced the tranquil heartland.

Even Riviel could see that four invisible hands were controlling these steel behemoths, suddenly appearing behind them in a way that defied the laws of physics, with the entire Sea of ​​Souls supporting them as they moved forward.

Mordred also witnessed this scene, and seeing it, he almost smashed the holographic image.

To orchestrate such a complex cover maneuver with the fleet, there must be a core leader, but Mordred believed that Horus, in his current state of dementia, simply couldn't achieve it.

"Damn it, now you're not even going to put on an act anymore, are you? 3000 Vengeance Souls, how many times have you stolen ships? Have you ever thought about how my good nephew Abaddon feels!"
Pah, how can you be so selfish?

"There are 50 worlds at most, and each world has 60 ships. Are you treating me like a monster to be farmed?!"

"Father, what should we do?"

"What do we do?" Looking at the spaceport that had been completely shattered and was now rapidly falling, Mordred commanded all the Atlas via the telepathic network:
"Children, the time has come for Atlas to serve the Empire. Behind us lies the Solar Starfield, and the Badab where all the civilians have been settled."

There are our brothers and sisters, our parents and family, and our sacred Terra.

I don't care what methods you use, I have only one requirement: we must never let any enemy step over us.

If the fortress falls, let it in to fight. Don't worry about gains and losses. Use every street and every layer of the nest to slow down the enemy. As long as we win, we have plenty of time to rebuild our homes.

Live on, for Atlas.

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

Accompanied by roars from the mental network, all Atlas retreated into their bunkers, preparing to face the first wave of attacks.

Nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds, six seconds—exactly 30 seconds later—the vengeful spirit descended from the sky, piercing the silence and instantly destroying the continental plates of the entire planet.

Perhaps as a special case, nearly one-third of the Vengeance Souls crashed into the Tranquil Prime.

This is beyond human power to resist; such a massive change in mass instantly caused the gravity of the entire planet to become unbalanced.

A dazzling and eerie aurora appeared at the equator, the ocean was completely evaporated, and fire along with gushing lava covered the sky, which then turned into black acid rain that fell down.

Without any hesitation, the moment the explosion ended, Atlas, who had survived, rushed out of the bunker and crashed into the chaotic waves in front of him.

Before leaving, Mordred held Brian down:
"I haven't seen the Death Guards or Salamanders. I estimate they should be to our side. Now send a message to Luojia and Angron."

Tell them I don't want casualty figures, I just want Taran and Betangamon.

Even if it means the entire legion is wiped out, they must hold the enemy back and not let a single one of them get through.

"Did you call the reinforcements I told you to call?"

Brian nodded, indicating that reinforcements had been called in long ago.

"Father, don't worry, I expected this long ago, so I sent a support signal to Macurag in advance."

I even anticipated the fact that Ultra Warriors are always late, so I arrived a whole month early.

Most importantly, I didn't call them all at once. I called the Dark Angel first, then the Holy Blood Angel, and finally the Ultra Warrior.

As for the other legions, I didn't miss any; I called them all out, one by one.

"Well done! I knew you wouldn't let me down."

With no more worries in his heart, Mordred patted his offspring on the shoulder. Having just received a wave of blessings, his body rapidly dissolved, eventually turning into a thick emerald green mist.
"Come on, it's time to end this farce."

"Pass on my order: Deploy the fel bombs!"

(End of this chapter)