Kobold: My Turn

Fulgrim died right in front of Guilliman when Mordred bit off his head, and his profane body was also devoured, leaving not even a scrap of flesh.

There was absolutely no chance of winning. At such a close distance, the difference in numerical values had already determined the outcome. If the serpent demon were farther away, it might have caused Mordred some trouble.

But he just had the misfortune of wrapping his body around me. If he manages to escape, Mordred might as well give up Primarch and go home to raise chickens and grow mushrooms!

Thousands of tentacles shot upwards, and after biting off the head, the serpent demon was pulled into its body and turned into nourishment, which certainly felt pleasant, but it was Mordred himself who felt the pleasure.

This utterly humiliating scene, if it happened on Atlas, would have made the Tin Can Kid shout that it must be their father's power, and they would immediately go and hunt down the sprites of the Warp to see if they could be just as powerful.

Mordred didn't mind showing his inhuman side to his offspring; after all, it was something that couldn't be hidden, so it was better to let them get used to it first. The result pleased him greatly.

While Atlas could understand, Guilliman found it somewhat difficult to adjust and began to ponder random thoughts.

Could Mordred be the one Father used to eliminate dissidents and deal with us?

Once the thought appeared, it inevitably spread through Guilliman's mind. Even if he didn't want to believe it, seeing Mordred happily gnawing on Fulgrim's corpse still gave him a sense of shared sorrow.

"Neh~"

"I'm so full, but the taste was a bit off. Guilliman, what's with that look? You don't think I'm going to eat you up, do you? This isn't our Fulgrim at all."

At best, it's just a larger version of a Daemon with the Primarch's memories; it has no Warp essence whatsoever and was created entirely out of thin air.

Why are you panicking?

Mordred wasn't lying. The Primarch, Primarch, was a unique, high-end creation in the galaxy, possessing the potential to become Warp lesser god. How could it be so easily devoured?

He was the most qualified to speak on this matter. When he first met Fulgrim, the unforgettable taste made his mouth water. But what he had just eaten was tasteless and could not even be called a pre-cooked dish.

Fortunately, even counterfeit goods can stave off hunger. The Emerald Chaos Energy surged forth again, filling the Warp Rift like welding rods, polluting the Chaos pollution here as much as possible, fighting poison with poison.

It was at this moment that Guilliman finally saw his brother's Xenos clearly. The one who had spoken to him earlier was not Mordred at all, but a tentacle that mimicked a humanoid shape and occasionally emitted a strange green light.

Thinking of his invincible power, capable of tearing apart ships with a mere wave of his hand, Guilliman's mind began to wander again:

"Oh no, I don't want to become a monster! If I end up like you, how can I face my mother?"

Mordred, who was about to say a few words of comfort to him, turned pale upon hearing this. What did he mean by that? He made his living with his looks. He immediately lashed out with a tentacle.

"Enough with the nonsense. You can't be as tough as me. You know, there are limits to how tough people are. The reason I'm such a brute is because I'm utterly inhuman. And it's not just me; every one of us brothers is utterly inhuman."

It doesn't even have as much human content as Ogryn! You think you can be considered human? You're dreaming.

But then again, since you can use Psychic Power, there's no way you could die. Why are you running away?

"I... I forgot."

Guilliman was speechless for a moment. He didn't know how he had used his Psionic Power, but he vaguely remembered feeling great at the time, and in the midst of that great feeling, he just used it.

Now that his mind was clear, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use any Psychic Power at all, even if he almost defecated. Instead, he began to doubt whether his previous memories were fabricated.

Mordred had nothing to say about this. He couldn't use Psychic Power because of the Star God Fragment being within him, and he had Fel Energy as a second option.

There's no need to go through all that trouble for nothing.

Guilliman, however, was different. He possessed talent but was unaware of it. With a single elbow strike, he shattered his own Warp essence, making him a Psychic Power Muggle.

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, you should just behave yourself as a Muggle Ogryn. I'm a bit full from what I just ate. While we still have time, let's quickly assemble our fleet and charge out. Waiting here with them is not a solution at all."

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened afterward. As the cleanup proceeded steadily, more and more Atlas returned to Mordred's side and evacuated to their own Abomination through the pipes.

Without any hesitation, once all the soldiers had retreated to their own ships, the two Glorious Queen-class Ships that had collided were rapidly retreating.

At this point, navigation rules don't matter anymore; as long as the enemy is destroyed and the ship returns, there's plenty of time to repair it.

As nuclear flames rose from the void, this primitive weapon, born in the 2K era, Fealty fulfilled its mission, using High Temperature to cleanse the filth that should never have existed in the present.

In an attempt to extend their advantage, Atlas went so far as to install 16 high-yield nuclear bombs on the Conqueror, while the Ultramarines next door were not to be outdone, determined to blast these traitors to smithereens.

The massive explosion destroyed two ships and wiped out most of the opposing fleet; the entire airspace was filled with metal fragments.

And then, under Nuceria's gravitational pull, it plummeted rapidly.

The combined fleet, having broken through the encirclement, finally reached the near-Earth orbit of Nu Star and began seizing airspace to counterattack the Chaos Fleet that was closing in again.

Through the images transmitted by the Auspex, everyone saw the true state of Nuceria for the first time; without a doubt, this planet was beyond saving.

The planet is shrouded in Chaos pollution, with constant warfare and indistinguishable creatures. There are even a bunch of Pointy-ears Aeldari who have appeared for no apparent reason. The only possible outcome for this planet is to issue Exterminatus and destroy it.

The good news is that the crashed Ultramarines ship has been found, the survivors' exact location has been determined, and Nuceria does not have the massive Void Shield array that covers the entire planet.

The bad news is that they are located in the middle of the battlefield, and in the chaotic terrain of the Hive City, it's impossible to tell which way is which.

Without much delay, Mordred and Guilliman exchanged a glance and, in perfect unison, chose Orbital Drop, allowing the fleet to continue intercepting the enemy in the space battlefield.

However, before that, Orbital Bombardment is essential. With air superiority, the fleet will launch a precise barrage of fire at the planet below to eliminate enemy forces.

Mordred, piloting the Stormbird herself, charged forward recklessly, occasionally flashing in and out to evade the barrage of fire, while Guilliman was not idle either, serving as co-pilot and using missiles and machine guns to take down the enemy aircraft that were relentlessly pursuing them.

"Damn it, we're out of ammo!"

Mordred didn't even turn his head, secretly thinking that he must upgrade Stormbird's ammunition capacity when he got back, and then stuck his rear end out towards Guilliman.

"Dig!"

"Huh?" Guilliman thought he had misheard, but before he could think about it, a slender and alluring succubus jumped out of Mordred's shadow and began carrying ammunition out.

After the ammunition was almost fully loaded, Xier transformed into a shadow again, rolling up the ammunition and stuffing it into the magazine, leaving the Ultramarines dumbfounded.

With its masterful ability to reload in mid-air and the Primarch's superior reflexes, the Stormbird transformed into an aerial fortress, unleashing endless firepower upon the ground.

Unlike the Space Marine who descended to the surface in Drop Pod, the air squads' mission was to search for targets.

But the environment in Hive City was far too complex. If Mordred hadn't been afraid of accidentally blowing up Angron, Mordred would have burned the glass long ago.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. As they drew closer, they finally received a communication signal and saw the Ultramarines carrying the Angron and fleeing frantically, while the one chasing them was another Angron.

"Which one to attack?" Having already witnessed the threat of Chaos, Guilliman didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, but his question was no different from a pointless question.

"Of course it's the one with wings. You're not going to fight your own Ultramarines, are you?"

Guilliman realized he had asked a stupid question, so he pressed the cannon and started firing wildly, launching missiles from below the cockpit.

The Daemon Primarch, aware of the attack from behind, paid no heed. As long as he could capture that once-weak self, he could become whole again and no longer be like a mere illusion.

With wings outstretched, it evaded the missile's trajectory with a near-perfect cobra maneuver, then caught the missile mid-air and launched it back at the Stormbird.

Guilliman was stunned by this dashing scene, wondering if the effects of the Chaos Energy Crystal he had swallowed earlier hadn't worn off yet, or if he was dreaming. He immediately threw out all the air-to-air missiles, held down the control stick, and began firing wildly.

"Let's see how you hide!"

The Red Angel soaring through the sky ultimately disappointed Guilliman. With a powerful burst of speed, it accelerated by repeatedly rubbing its aerodynamics against the ground, managing to shake off all the missile attacks.

Even Mordred couldn't stand it anymore. He was a man who believed in science, yet these two chicken wings of yours could outrun the Stormbird's pulse Plasma Engine? You're kidding me!

Mordred casually handed the joystick to Guilliman, then stared intently at the figure soaring through the sky. After a brief moment of preparation, she teleported onto the Daemon Primarch using a Prairie Walker technique.

The sudden appearance of Mordred startled the Daemon Primarch, who had no idea who this Primarch was, but under the influence of the Butcher's Nail...

He still swung his battle axe and slashed at it:

"You lackey of the False Emperor, you cannot stop me from regaining my freedom."

"You're nothing but a slave, stop whining and complaining! Just die already!"

Grabbing Mordred's head, the man who had previously mocked his opponent for being unscientific suddenly swelled up, his four claws plunging deep into the opponent's body.

The long, monstrous tail, covered in chitinous armor, writhed repeatedly, revealing the Ambition hidden within, and then fired at its head.

The Daemon Primarch, whose face was being washed with plasma, tried to break free, but he was no match for Mordred's monstrous strength and could only let out a painful scream:

"You can't kill me, I won't perish."

"Shut up! I still remember the last person who said that. Daring to act tough in front of me? You're asking for it."

With a deafening crash, the two colossal beasts slammed into the ground, smashing the spire of the Hive City and nearly killing the barely surviving Ultramarines.

Watching the suddenly appearing black monster tear off the other's limbs and devour the red-skinned Daemon that had been chasing them, Hill knew he was probably doomed.

But before he could completely court disaster, Guilliman descended from the sky and pinned the Bolter in his hand:

"Stop! Those are friendly forces!"

"But Father, why is that monster staring at us?"

Looking at Daemon Primarch and whose once golden pupils were now completely bloodshot, and who was breathing heavily at him, Guilliman felt that there was something wrong with the way Mordred was looking at him, as if he were looking at a fresh piece of meat.

"Oh no! Retreat!"