Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 338 The Shield of the Underworld? The Maginot Line!

"S-ha"

"Your Highness, please give me some more. It feels so good. If I don't drink orange juice for even a minute, I feel like ants are crawling all over my body."

"roll!"

"Second uncle!"

Mordred regretted it a bit; he should have known better than to make the dosage so strong. To boost morale, he gave Dante three bowls of fel elixir. Everyone else was fine, but Dante was turned into an idiot by the fel energy.

He's glowing green like a light bulb, and his crazy appearance doesn't seem like acting at all.

He was forced to extract the fel energy from Dante's body in order to slow down the fel energy's corruption of the unfortunate boy.

"Damn it, you even called out your second uncle just to get a few more sips of soup? There's no soup, but there are two cigars. You can make do with those for now."

And let me remind you, don't you feel incredibly good right now? As if boundless power is surging within you, enough to single-handedly destroy the entire world?

"That's right! I feel like I've grown little wings, and I'm so happy, I don't want to die."

"..."

Several Rick V cigarettes, mixed with various dangerous chemicals and fel powder, were distributed. Even the Lion King took one, savoring the dangerous but highly toxic smoke that could rapidly enhance combat power.

As several plumes of smoke rose, Mordred slipped Dante's lighter into his pocket, and while using his mind network to micromanage his offspring's territory, he gave instructions:

"Next, the two of us will head to the front lines. This rear base is in your hands. You better watch out."

Seeing this unfortunate fellow puffing away on a cigarette, even blowing smoke rings with Zarasusha, the fleshless space undead, Morred was so angry that he slapped him across the face.
“I’m talking to you. We’re going to the front lines in a bit. You, no, you two, have to protect the home. Don’t rush in on a whim.”

"I heard it! I heard it!"

Mordred was not at all reassured by these rather perfunctory words, and immediately extracted half of the fel energy from Dante's body, his eyes instantly becoming clear:
"Fel energy is not omnipotent. You must pay a price to gain power. If you think you are invincible, that is just an illusion."

The price is that you will become more and more like me. If this flaw weren't so obvious, I would have spread fel energy throughout the entire empire long ago.

"No, if you really do that, Father will be the first to kill you," the Lion King commented.

"Who says otherwise? Back then, I even wanted to transform Holy Terra into a giant fel furnace, spreading fel fire throughout the entire empire. If I had done that, the Four Peddlers wouldn't be enjoying themselves so much; they would all have perished with me."

"Then why not do it?" Dante was a little confused. Since fel energy was so useful, and the only cost was to get closer to Modrid, the Primarch seemed pretty good to him.

"good?"

These words made the Lion King laugh in anger. As time went by, he had recalled most of his memories of Mordred, including the cataclysm. If the Empire had fully embraced fel energy, the Empire would have been gone 1 years ago.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. It's impolite to keep asking. If this were before, I would have smashed your head off just for saying that."

"Exactly, what are you implying? Why did you bring this up? Do you have a problem with me? How can you blame me? I didn't want to either!"

"No, I was just asking casually. Why are you in such a hurry, Uncle?"

Dante was right; Mordred also felt he had been a bit too sensitive, but fortunately, the news of the fleet's departure eased his embarrassment.

Without much conversation, the two Primarchs boarded their aircraft and headed to the front lines for the most brutal space naval battle. Time was running out for them; the Tyranids had already appeared at the Shield of the Underworld.

The so-called Shield of the Underworld is an asteroid belt located at the edge of the Underworld star system, divided into the Diamond Shield and the Fortress Ring. The outermost Diamond Shield is a solid ice region formed by a large number of ice crystals. Generally speaking, any spaceship that passes directly through this ice crystal barrier will be frozen solid.

This place is permeated with a thin subspace force that can distort the rules of the physical universe. Even substances and structures on ships that can maintain low-temperature activity will fail within the Shield of the Abyss, making it a true icy hell.

Behind the Shield of Spikes lies another barrier—the Fortress Ring—which is the main stronghold of the Baal garrison. These asteroids were hollowed out by Imperial miners and then transformed into fortified strongholds, while the surrounding star systems were turned into dangerous space minefields.

With this advantageous terrain, any enemy wanting to cross the defensive line could only bypass the Shield of the Fortress and enter the Underworld Starfield with the help of the Fortress Lord, before finally reaching the heart of the Empire.

As for bypassing the Underworld Starfield, it's impossible. Looking around the Underworld Starfield, all you see is a desolate, deserted wasteland. This godforsaken place was the ancient battlefield between the Human Federation and the Spirit Race Empire, and going back 6500 million years, it was also a corner of the War of Heaven.

Even the corresponding Sea of ​​Souls is a desolate, shattered crater.

Because the Underworld Starfield is so important, even the inhuman High Lord Council fully supports the Holy Blood Angels, and even turns a blind eye to their violations of the Holy Scriptures, which can be considered as doing something humane.

Over the centuries, the Shield of the Underworld has repelled cunning Eldar raiders, blasphemous Chaos traitors, and even terrifying hordes of Greenskins.

In short, the Imperial soldiers stationed in the Hades system firmly believed that no matter what kind of enemy they were, they would be able to withstand the strong shield in front of them.

According to the tactics agreed upon earlier, the garrison around the fortress was the first line of defense, while the Imperial Navy at the Shield of the Fortress was the reserve force.

As long as the ring encounters the enemy, the Imperial Navy and the defending forces will be in a pincer movement. As for what to do if the Shield of the Axe is attacked?
That's impossible. The bugs aren't stupid. Even if they were brain-dead, the Imperial Navy isn't just sitting around doing nothing. Do you think they'd let the bugs raid our base?
What's more, the Blood Angels and Dark Angels, two powerful groups, are now fighting together, and two Primarchs have come to help. If this defense line is breached, we'll livestream ourselves eating shit while doing a handstand.

In this day and age, the symbolic meaning of the Primarch is boundless. With Mordred and Johnson joining forces, the morale of all the soldiers in the Lord's Ring has been boosted.

Since Chapter Leader Dante needed to guard the rear, the First Company Commander, the comrades' good brother, and the brothers' good brother, among a group of crazy Blood Angels, the intelligence-type hero who most resembled the Ultramarines, became the front-line commander.

His adjutant was even more important, Mephisto, who, along with Ezekiel and Digglis, was known as one of the three great think tanks of the empire.

Unlike the two think tank chiefs who were proficient in psychic and prophetic psychic powers, Mephisto was a rather pure person, so pure that he seemed inhuman.

With the arrival of the two Primarchs, Karlan handed over command of the fleet to the Lion King without hesitation. After all, as famous as Johnsen was, his formidable command ability was among the best of all the Primarchs.

As for Mordred, he didn't slack off this time either. Although he wasn't known for his command abilities, it was because he was usually lazy. With Goff, the legion commander, around, he only needed to switch sides.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t. With his 312 offspring acting as human walkie-talkies for micro-management, he is confident in unifying all the fortress firepower points in the main ring of the fortress.

Let alone moving the machine gun position 5 meters to the left, even moving it by 5 centimeters is possible.

The fortress cannons were warmed up and ready to fire, the warships' main cannons were loaded and positioned, and the two Glory Queen ships were positioned at the forefront. Everyone was waiting for the endless swarm of deadly insects. Their mission was to withstand the first wave of the insect swarm's attack and let these flesh-and-blood aliens die under the artillery fire.

But as time passed, three whole hours went by, and the damned Tyrannosaurus still hadn't appeared, and there was no sign of life in the surrounding airspace.

But soon the big ones arrived, and the Tyranid swarm finally appeared in the Bird Servant array, though they were not in front of the Lord's Ring.

Instead, it stubbornly drilled a hole through the shield, relying on its powerful adaptive evolutionary ability and mass.

"Damn it, what are those Imperial Navy sailors doing? Why didn't they give us a warning?"

Zhuang Sen was slightly on the defensive, but still within control. He immediately had Mordred, his human walkie-talkie, send a message ordering the troops to make a strategic retreat. He was told not to go up there and send them to their deaths, but to find out whether those who went there were the main force of the Zerg swarm.

Who is the battle group left behind over there?

"Reporting to the commander, it is the one who is weeping!"

(End of this chapter)