Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 342 The Legion Returns
Without the sudden death of the Insect Saint, the one about to join the battlefield is the Empire's Twin Flower Red Stick, the burly War General known as the Twin-Tailed Comet.
Brother Sen is both terrifying and powerful, and Brother Mo is both powerful and terrifying. With these two imperial war gods here, along with 2 super cans of food, the Queen of the Life-Shaping Insects will surely feel endless joy!
Just like when he first faced Lady Clara, Zhuang Sen, who possessed strong mental power, knew the importance of speed in warfare. He directly attacked the fel crystal and teleported the main force, which was still some distance away from Baal, over there.

Of all the Primarchs, Lion King's ability may not be the most destructive, but it is definitely the most versatile. Even a knock-off version of Mordred can make this skill incredibly versatile and turn it into his signature move.

Don't be fooled by Mordred's fancy moves; his Prairie Blink has a fatal flaw: the distance is extremely short, and it can't be created out of thin air to jump from one world to another. It requires visual coordinates.

But the combination of the two is different. With Mordred as a natural battery, Lion King can break through its own limits and lead the entire fleet to jump repeatedly, directly crossing the astronomical distance of a star sector.

As the main force arrived, the previously compressed battle lines rebounded, and the heavy armored units of the two warbands surged out of the illusion, crushing countless unfortunate Tyranids into mincemeat.

Looking at the endless delicious biomass before him, Mordred, who had suppressed his emotions for millennia, roared to the sky and recklessly unleashed his fel energy pollution.

Its once somewhat humanoid form was instantly torn apart, spraying out fleshy tentacles in a manner that completely violated the law of conservation of mass, greedily craving the rare delicacies before it.

"Meat, fresh meat!"

The surging, boiling flesh and blood tentacles wrapped around the insects layer by layer, and in just a moment, they devoured all the flesh and blood remains within a five-kilometer radius, and continued to spread toward the swarm of insects with unstoppable force.

Even though he fell from the position of Greed Dissolution, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. In fantasy novels, Mordred would have a high realm but no real strength. However, the corpse of Tyrion in front of him perfectly made up for this.

As a large amount of biomass was devoured and absorbed, a filthy and blasphemous storm of evil energy reappeared after 1 years.

Such a massive high-energy reaction not only turned the entire sky of Baal into a vibrant green, but also created an energy storm in the Sea of ​​Souls.

Mordred has no soul; his warp projection is merely a grotesque mass of flesh covered in twisted tentacles, lurking within the energy storm and devouring warp magic.

The ability of fel energy to distort all things began to manifest, tearing open the already thin dimensional barriers, as if signaling the awakening of a legion that had been dormant for millennia.

Deep within the warp, the fel star named Mardon began to revive. The fel furnace, dormant for countless years, roared once more, spewing terrifying fel fire that could turn everything to ashes.

But that wasn't enough. Mordred craved more material and spiritual energy; he needed more—a powerful body that would allow him to regain his former strength.

A wave of flesh and blood began to converge, and a giant egg of flesh and blood, carrying waste, soil, and all sorts of strange impurities, rapidly formed, like a giant heart that was giving birth to some kind of monster.

Thanks to the fact that everyone had consumed Fel Orange Juice before the battle, this twisted creation that seemed to have emerged from a nightmare did not drive the human defenders into madness. Instead, under Mordred's increasingly powerful charisma, all the defenders were swept up in a second wave of fanaticism.

The queen felt fear. This bizarre creature, which had never appeared before, violated the underlying logic of her genes. And behind this fear was the yearning of the hive's will.

"Get it, get it at all costs."

But Zhuang Sen was absolutely not going to let his opponent have his way. Looking at the surging sea of ​​chitinous insects in front of him, the Dark Angel fearlessly stepped forward, and the two sides began to fight over Mordred, the giant egg of flesh and blood.

With the roar of chainsaws, the Baal defenders, who had held out until now, launched a counterattack. Explosive shells flew from their muzzles, bombarding the incredibly thick chitinous armor. Lasers, thermal melting, and the ever-heating loyal plasma all combined to paint a picture of death.

The swarm of insects remained endless, but that did not stop humans from trapping these aliens in this corner.

Time passed second by second, and the battlefield, which was originally riddled with trenches, was filled with blood. Warrior insects, executioners, and Licat, hidden in blind spots, appeared one after another.

The most dangerous of these is the seemingly fragile brain worm.

The flesh-and-blood egg-shaped follicles falling from the sky glowed with psionic ripples. The seemingly thin psionic shield became as solid as a thick void shield amidst the continuous artillery fire, protecting the airdrop pods inside as they pierced into the exposed, winding streets of the hive.

The Astronautical Army's heavy firepower began to turn its cannons around, unleashing scorching flames as they fired at the grotesque mass of flesh embedded in the ruins of the hive city.

But the terrifying psychic power that followed, mixed with lightning, burst forth from the sac, causing the artillery fire that was supposed to be aimed at it to freeze in mid-air.

With a sickening metallic wail, the shells were instantly crushed into a pile of fragments.

As the airdrop pods unfolded, enormous Tyranid creatures, each with a massive brain and resembling a long snake, floated out.

These Tyranid creatures may appear delicate, fragile, and vulnerable, but they possess terrifying power comparable to that of an Alpha-level psionicist.

Before the defenders could think it through, some unlucky ones had their brains crushed by the brain worms in mid-air, and the heavy armor that humanity was so proud of was also crushed into scrap metal.

Psionic power is so overpowered that no matter how thick your armor is, it's useless. Fortunately, the human defenders also have many peerless experts who are proficient in this art.

A blood-red psychic light shone forth as Mephisto, with unparalleled power, conjured a massive psychic shield that enveloped all the human defenders.

Ezekiel, standing to the side, was even more terrifying. He was suspended in mid-air, his azure psionic lightning scattering wildly outwards, as if Thor himself had descended to earth, and with a wave of his hand, he could unleash a 3-kilometer-long death blast.

As both sides deployed their psionic units, in order to eliminate these turret mages, although they were not at the same time or of the same race, both sides chose the same path: boarding and decapitating them.

The insectoids sent out Tyrants, the Lions sent out Primarch Guards, and Dante himself took to the field, leading the Blood Angels carrying jetpacks as they darted back and forth in the air, turning the entire battlefield into chaos in an instant.

However, on the grand stage of Baal, just as the war intensified and both sides began to escalate their attacks, entering an apocalyptic battlefield, a savage roar instantly shattered the battlefield situation.

"I lack nothing now, rise again, my legion!"

(End of this chapter)