Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 281 Victory is in sight, the advantage is in my hands

The battle has lasted for a full 12 days and nights.

The once beautiful and tranquil world has been completely transformed into a dead star. After suffering from geological upheavals and chaotic pollution, the entire world is now covered by a layer of highly pure fel energy toxic mist.

If it weren't for the dozens of steel peaks, some people might mistake Ning Jing for Barbarossa, and such a scene is playing out on every planet.

The already submerged Atlas thrived in the fel mist, using trenches and alleyways to severely restrict the enemy's advance.

Within the fel mist, even an ordinary mortal support soldier can plunder the life force of enemies by killing them.

Needless to say, Atlas's ability to devour souls has become an instinct for the entire legion. As long as the enemy is eliminated first, their souls and flesh will once again become supplies for the war.

The Mushroom, a five-in-one entity, encompasses Atlas vehicles, emergency food, medical equipment, energy, and even cannon fodder soldiers, growing rapidly in the wind.

If your arm is broken, crush a mushroom and stick it on the wound, then drink a mouthful of Fel-infused Orange Juice, and you'll be a hero again in no time.

When he got hungry, he picked up a mushroom from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Although it tasted like chewing a sponge, its rich nutrients were enough to fill a soldier's stomach.

Even if the troops suffer heavy losses, it doesn't matter. As long as there are enough nutrients, the Mushroom can transform into a beast nest and hatch a lizardman beast group that you can command.

It's even possible to implant mushrooms into Eugen's body and command these giants through a mind network.

This is a gift from tranquility, and a legacy from the ancient sages.

Mordred firmly believed that human madness could solve any problem if morality were abandoned.

Being infected by mycelium is better than dying. As long as we can win, it's worth it even if we become inhuman.

Mordred has no regrets.

While a major rebellion is unavoidable, passively responding to it and taking the initiative are two different concepts.

As long as preparations are made in advance, the impact of the great rebellion can be minimized. Although Mordred was reluctant to admit it, he knew that the yellow weasels were indispensable to the human empire.

As the empire's strongest fighting force, the yellow weasel is undoubtedly the sharpest spear, but it is also the biggest bomb.

If we put ourselves in his shoes, if we replaced the four peddlers with Mordred, he would definitely try to bring down the Emperor, and that task would fall to Horus.

No matter how much scheming goes on, as long as you know what the other party wants, everything becomes simple and clear.

Kings are not kings, generals are not generals, and Horus has consumed most of the Chaos Blessing, so Horus is no match for the Emperor.

To ensure everything went perfectly and to avoid any unforeseen problems, Mordred didn't even give Horus and the weasel a chance to be a loving father and son, directly preventing the old man from becoming paralyzed.

Let whoever wants the so-called Dark King have it; anyway, Master Mo will absolutely not give that damn thing a chance to appear.

The only thing that broke Mordred's defenses was when the opponent cheated and used the Void Stealing Strategy, directly doubling down the cost and sending over a full 3000 Vengeful Spirits.

"Since you can't afford to play this game, then nobody should have an easy time either."

A terrifying beast, hundreds of meters tall, emerged from the mist, wantonly spreading fel energy and corruption. It was unstoppable and irreversible. Even the Titans, known as the machines of the gods, would be reduced to scrap metal by Mordred's breath.

When facing chaos, one must be even more ruthless and vicious than them! Mordred, now a thick fog, shrouded the entire planet, constantly appearing under the guidance of the mental network to provide fire support to Atlas.

"Since you're here, don't leave! Everyone, fire all the cannons at once!"

One missile after another, each carrying a nuclear warhead, was launched. This ancient technology from the 2K era is still relevant today.

The nuclear flames purified everything; even the unknown Chosen Ones of Chaos were reduced to ashes in the face of extreme temperatures exceeding those of stars.

The behemoth vanished once more, only to reappear on another battlefield.

Of the 3000 Souls of Vengeance, only one is the "real" one. No one knows which one is the real one, or rather, all the Souls of Vengeance are real, but only one has the real Horus on it.

The battle continued, and with countless lives lost, more and more souls filled the mist, continuously strengthening Mordred's power.

Atlas is least afraid of wars of attrition. Since you're playing dirty tricks, we're not going to pretend anymore. Nobody will have an easy time. Let's all stay here and wait it out.

Just as the Tranquil 50 world was being turned into a meat grinder, the Word Bearers in Taran and the World Eaters in Betangarmon both encountered their enemies.

But Mordred's plan went wrong; instead of salamanders, the Iron Hand arrived in Taran.

If they were to face off head-on, the Word Bearers might not be able to defeat the Iron Hand at all.

Before Luo Jia could react, several virus bombs were dropped into this hub world, enveloping the entire planet in highly toxic substances.

The terrifying toxin was so potent that even power armor couldn't stop it. If a Space Marine stayed in the poisonous fog for more than half an hour, they would quickly die from the poison.

Perhaps it was because his mind was blank, or perhaps the imposter that occupied Feralas' body hadn't done its research properly and had chosen Slaanesh, that piece of trash.

In short, they made such a baffling and bizarre move that caused the Steel Hands to lose their much-vaunted manpower advantage and instead start playing a tank battle game.

Fortunately, as the most crucial core hub world for Atlas facing the Storm Sector, Taran has no shortage of armored vehicles.

The Devourers' side is even more bizarre. The Titan family, who betrayed the world with Horus, joined forces with the Death Guard and the Salamanders to confront Betangamon, hoping to destroy this Nexus world in one fell swoop.

The largest Titan battle in the Empire's history has begun, with both sides committing their maximum forces.

Two entire legions besieged a world, and the space battlefield was undoubtedly lost. But somehow, even with his body occupied by a fake, Vulcan remained indecisive.

At the height of his advantage, he attempted to persuade Angron to surrender, and went to the ground battlefield alone. Even Mortarion, driven by some force, followed him down.

Chaos is like excrement; whoever touches it is doomed.

Although the process was rather abstract, the goal was indeed achieved: the Devourers and the Word Bearers held back the rebel legion heading to the Sun Starfield.

This message was sent to Tranquility by Joseph and Gawain, who were stationed at the two battlefields, further strengthening Mordred's confidence in holding off the enemy.

However, just when Morde thought he had won half the battle, Corax, who was far away on the planet Savage suppressing a rebellion, encountered 1.5 uninvited guests who fell from the sky.

Looking at his brother before him, Forgrim, his body riddled with wounds, clutched the severed head in his arms and said in his final moments before losing consciousness:
"Go to Tranquility. Their target is not Holy Terra, but Mordred."

(End of this chapter)