The Time to Devour Food Is Now!

Mordred admitted that he had boasted before. He couldn't withstand even one ten-thousandth of the speed of light overload. His brain was crushed to pieces. But fortunately, Mordred's brain was dispensable. Even without a brain, he could still act on instinct. The moment the cannonball hit the Void Shield and was transferred into the Warp, he activated his signature move - Prairie Sprint!

A fleeting flash of Emerald Lightning distorted space, causing the cannonball, which should have been deflected into the Sea of Souls, to penetrate the shield and activate the pre-prepared Vector Thruster for a hard landing and deceleration.

"Boom!"

A massive iron lump weighing hundreds of tons fell from the sky, shattering into pieces under the dense barrage of anti-aircraft fire, its debris piercing the ground.

A giant crater was created.

On a regular ship, this shell might have destroyed the hull, but the Battle Moon isn't some dead rat flying in the sky.

Bigger is better, more is better, more steel is better, quality is king. This is the land of Pogang. Artillery bombardment can only tickle the Celestial Weapon. The only problem now is that Mordred has been blown to pieces by the super overload. A large amount of flesh and blood tissue has been vaporized and burned. He can only resurrect by instinct.

In the dim space, black slime was everywhere, clinging to any material they could touch, occasionally flashing a dim green light to lure their prey into their trap.

As expected, upon discovering the deck was broken, the Randan Xenos immediately dispatched soldiers to carry out repairs. A large number of blasphemous and cruel Randan Hunter swarmed into the breach, welding like worker bees with plasma welding torches.

Looking at the huge craters left by artillery shells all around, a 3-meter-tall Randan Hunter was quite puzzled. His tentacles flashed with crimson electricity as he grumbled to his coworkers via his Mind Network:

"These humans are really strange. The shells are empty. I told you they were an incompletely evolved group of Lifeform. They're a bunch of lunatics, stuffing living people into the shells. Look here, there's even a mushroom."

"Who says otherwise?" The hunter beside him, who was directing the slaves to weld the deck, squatted down, rubbed the charred flesh on the ground between his fingers, and tasted it carefully.

"It's a bit salty and a bit spicy, but something feels off about the taste."

"The taste isn't right? Let me try it!"

Setting down his weapon, the tall, well-armored Randan Hunter picked up a piece of minced meat and savored it.

Since engaging the Legion 20 years ago and obtaining living samples of Space Marine, the great Emperor Zaidan has upgraded and modified every warrior, enabling them to devour flesh and blood to search for memories.

This biochemical modification, copied from the Space Marine, gave Zadan the capital to expand further. In just 20 years, they conquered dozens of star sectors and built their Zaidan Empire.

Under the coordination of the Mind Network, the entire empire is united, with each level fulfilling its responsibilities, operating like a highly efficient machine, determined to seize the position of galactic overlord.

Even in Rangdan's view, their fight against the Empire was entirely out of desperation. They could have joined the great and glorious evolution together, but these madmen attacked indiscriminately without saying a word.

"What a bunch of primitive people with outdated evolution! But that's precisely why our cause is so great. We must bring these misguided groups back on track. It's all for Atlas!"

"Yes, our cause is indeed great, but what is Atlas?"

Looking at his comrade who was melting rapidly and lying completely Collapsed on the Ground, the soldier felt a wave of dizziness. In a daze, he seemed to see countless fleshy tentacles covered with eyeballs and sharp teeth rising from the ground, greedily craving every piece of flesh.

But soon, the disturbing scene vanished again, as if it were all an illusion, and the surroundings fell silent once more, leaving only a maddened Xenos with its sanity broken.

"Hey ha! Long live Atlas!"

"Pah! What glorious evolution? They're just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics who don't even realize it."

After chewing the slightly chewy skull to pieces, Mordred swung his six limbs and ran wildly through the ventilation ducts, heading towards the warehouse with more biomass based on the information he had just eaten.

At this moment, Mordred completely abandoned his human form and transformed into a pitch-black Xenos with four arms and a long tail. His dull chitinous armor allowed him to hide in the shadows and crawl into the narrowest gaps.

Three minutes later, the ventilation duct was torn open by sharp claws, and a figure fell to the ground. After sneakily surveying the area and confirming that it was safe, the figure pulled a bunch of mushrooms out from behind its rear end.

Perhaps seeing that no one was around, Mordred became completely unrestrained, opening its blood-red maw and spraying wildly at the mushroom, spitting out a large amount of biomass mucus that completely defied the law of conservation of mass.

As it absorbed nutrients, the mushroom expanded rapidly, as if something was being nurtured inside, eventually transforming into a colossal creature reaching a height of 13 meters.

This is Lizardmen cultivation mushroom carefully selected by Mordred and condensed using a large amount of Chaos Energy Crystal. It has only one characteristic: it's fast!

Because this cultured mushroom had been soaked in high-purity Fel Energy and had a bit of Sanguinius' genome added, the Lizardmen that hatched from it were larger and stronger, making them quite suitable for this kind of covert sabotage operation behind enemy lines.

With a large supply of biomass, the first Saurus hatched in just five minutes, and stood there staring at Mordred.

"Boss, I'm thinking, I'm the secret kid, I want—I want it."

"Shut up, no Gothic allowed. Get back to work. Since you have blond hair, you'll be called Li Goudan from now on."

Having received the name, Li Goudan was very obedient. After learning about the plan through the Mind Network, he immediately shut his mouth and began to secretly move materials with Mordred.

Fortunately, this warehouse lacked everything except organic matter. With an abundant supply of nutrients, the mushrooms grew faster and faster. From initially producing one offspring every five minutes, it now produces 30 mushrooms per clump.

And as its size increases, the number of offspring it produces also increases exponentially, like a money printing machine frantically spewing out lizards.

As the number of Lizardmen grew to nearly ten thousand, the previously weak Waaaagh Energy began to resonate and merge. Under the manipulation of a mad boy, it reversed course and poured into Mordred's body.

Such intense energy fluctuations could not be faked, but Mordred did not intend to hide them.

A verdant meadow appeared, and following the Mind Network markers, Mordred grabbed the point of light and pulled it over.

"Ugh~ Father, I feel like I've been thrown into a washing machine and spun around. This feeling is awful."

Before the Khan could finish his complaint, more and more Atlas were summoned from the Abomination by Mordred. It was only thanks to the size of the warehouse that it could hold so many people.

A minute later, the Randan Xenos Sentinels, alerted by the news, finally arrived. But before the gate could be fully opened, a pair of enormous claws crackling with Emerald Lightning pierced through the gate and tore their armored vehicles apart.

A horde of deadly beasts surges forth, and these unfortunate soldiers will face a massacre, their bodies decomposed into nutrients to hatch more Lizardmen.

A mass war is about to break out inside the Battle Moon, Mordred refuses to believe they will lose.

"The time to feast is now!"

"Waaaagh!!"