Seeking Death Has Its Ways

Putting the facts aside, Mordred actually quite admired Rangdan, this Xenos.

With a life force comparable to a bio-monster, a highly efficient and stable Mind Network, and Living Weapon that can transform at will, they represent a different direction in the development of Space Marines.

The three pairs of compound eyes and six nerve tentacles, which perfectly suited his aesthetic, brought him new surprises every time they appeared, especially their shape and structure, which had a kind of twisted beauty.

Even the Kala Network used by Atlas, and the widely deployed Divine Seal Terminal, evolved from Rangdan's Mind Network.

Ironically, Atlas and the Randan Xenos are quite similar, both evolving rapidly and adept at sustaining themselves through warfare.

One primarily manipulates Daemon, mass-producing cannon fodder by growing mushrooms, while the other primarily manipulates genes, developing and enslaving servants through infection and transformation.

Watching the tiny insect, pierced by his own long tail yet still struggling repeatedly with its powerful vitality, Mordred couldn't help but extend his antennae and put the tender, juicy piece of meat into his mouth to savor it.

A genetic sample from 20 years ago was retrieved from the body, and through comparison, some rather interesting changes were indeed discovered. The Randan Xenos actually tasted the Daemon, which was really strange.

But now is not the time for research. Mordred believed that one day he would meet that genetic master and bite off his brain to explore this little secret.

With its sharp teeth closing, the tender chunks of flesh were quickly digested, further increasing Mordred's size, while the filthy soul, marinated in Warp Energy, was burned into Fel Energy and absorbed a second time.

Three full days have passed since the Atlas boarding Battle Moon, and the Randan Xenos are simply unable to withstand the Lizardmen army modified from Orks.

When it comes to resource utilization, Atlas is far superior to them; he burns souls into Chaos Energy Crystal to feed Daemon, and decomposes flesh and blood to grow mushrooms.

During the three days of fighting with Rangdan, every Daemon pet of Atlas ate its fill. The first one born, Li Goudan, grew to the size of a Dreadnought giant, looking like an Orks leader, capable of taking down a child with a single axe blow.

Feeling the complex thoughts surging within its belly, the terrifying beast, towering 50 meters tall, lowered its body, its four chitinous claws flashing with Emerald Lightning aiming at the floor and striking directly at it.

"Everyone is flocking to me; I've found my target."

Upon hearing the call from his Primarch, Atlas immediately sprang into action, leading the Lizardmen under his command toward the Primarch's location.

Mordred's target was the central control terminal, which manipulated the entire Void Shield Array of the Battle Moon. They had been searching for it frantically for the past three days in order to destroy it.

Unfortunately, the control terminal for the Battle Moon that Atlas captured was located at the planet's north pole, and Mordred had Zhuang Sen send him to the north pole.

But who would have thought that this Battle Moon was reversed, with the central control terminal in Antarctica? Only by fighting and eating simultaneously did Atlas manage to find its bearings.

They managed to fatten Mordred up to her current size.

"Father, are you sure we haven't made a mistake this time? You said the same thing last time, and even the Ultramarines have arrived, but we still haven't found the way."

"This time I guarantee it won't be wrong. You guys can all think straight, but you still got lost just like me, didn't you? Heaven knows how those damn Xenos built this road; it's even more chaotic than Commorragh's."

The Khan didn't say anything more. He'd rather go to the First Legion to memorize the ciphers than come back to this damned Battle Moon.

Fortunately, the Randan Xenos Mordred ate this time was reliable; they didn't choose the wrong location. The only problem was how to get down; they could only dig little by little.

With its enormous size, Mordred used its four claws to dig frantically into the ground. Even when it encountered the Randan Xenos, the other side couldn't do anything to it.

Whenever they encounter an enemy, Atlas, riding on their backs, commands the Lizardmen legion to charge and blast them apart, while also using their Good Father to shield them from gunfire and absorb arrow damage—a unique form of infantry-tank coordination.

This tactic, unless the opponent completely abandons the Battle Moon or summons Tiga to fight the monsters, will only allow you to watch the enemy advance.

However, on the other hand, Tiga borrowed light from Mordred when he fought Gatanothor, and he still hasn't paid it back; Mordred is Tiga's creditor.

Perhaps digging was too boring, or perhaps fewer and fewer Xenos were coming to interfere, Mordred started to let his mind wander again, and the Khan asked as well:

"Father, who is Tiga? How dare he owe you a debt and not pay it back! Should I take care of him?!"

"That's right, that's right. If he dares to be a deadbeat, we'll show him what Atlas is all about."

Upon hearing this, Mordred said nothing, but simply uploaded the entire Ultraman Tiga series to the mental network. Only after her foolish son had watched the first episode did she speak:

"The Khan, did you see that thing that got beaten up and could only dig a hole to escape? Do you have anything to say about it?"

The Khan was speechless. Having already watched three episodes, he felt that his father was being targeted, since he also had horns on his head.

But he didn't speak; it was Zhuang Sen, who had been secretly watching the screen with Tom, who spoke up:

"Mordred, you bastard, it's been three days and you still haven't closed the Void Shield. You've got the leisure to watch TV dramas, hurry up and dig the hole!"

At your speed, you're digging slower than Golza. Aren't you afraid you'll encounter something that will poke your eye?

With a slap, Mordred Primarch a Digging Foundation, smashed the tiny fleshy worm blocking his path, and spat as he dug:

"Hakimi, shut up. I'm here working and digging a tunnel, and you guys up there keep firing shots all the time. Did you call for Old Man Huang?"

"Yes, I called. And I not only called the Emperor, but also Space Wolves. My father said he was going to get a weapon, so he might be a little late, but definitely no later than the Ultramarines."

Hearing Zhuang Sen slander him like that, Guilliman, who also had an Atlas on his head, was not happy. He had only been late once, and had been scolded ever since. He wasn't late this time, was he?

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Sanguinius, who also had an Atlas head, quickly tried to mediate, saying, "This is a full-band broadcast; you two have already made a complete fool of yourselves."

"Mordred, how much longer are you going to wait? Are you really going to get beaten up by some giant of light?"

The Great Angel, whose cunning nature has already begun to show, is no saint either. He looks Golden Shining on the outside, but inside he's all black. He's already making fun of himself after only a few days.

"Shut up! I'm the Imperial Warmaster, I'm the highest authority here. Keep up the firepower suppression and tie down the enemy forces. Sigh, I feel like I've exhausted all my resources."

Sensing a huge cavity below, Mordred signaled his offspring to get out of the car. After everyone had moved away, he quietly dug forward, finally revealing a small hole, and quickly peered inside.

Then he saw a bizarre-looking, colossal Abominable Intelligence, strikingly similar to himself, being pinned down and raging beneath a giant Randan Xenos.

Perhaps too engrossed in its task, this previously unseen Randan Xenos failed to spot Mordred, instead continuing its relentless struggle within the purple mist.

What did they do to me?

Unwilling to believe it, Mordred dug the hole a little wider, and this time he looked through it with both eyes.

When their eyes met, Mordred saw a hint of shyness on the Abominable Intelligence's face armor, which startled him so much that he curled his tail up and hid it between his legs, followed by endless rage.

"My eyes, my eyes! You damned bastards, how dare you defile my eyes! I will scatter you all!"

"The Fel Energy rotates 100,000 horsepower—the Special Beam Cannon."

A massive surge of Fel Energy erupted, and the instantaneous High Temperature, comparable to a nuclear explosion, instantly vaporized the two blobs of filth, incinerating the countless Randan Xenos below as well. But even this could not suppress Mordred's rage.

Meanwhile, deep within the Forge of Souls in the Warp, a Daemon named Vashtorr watched the massive sales of these Daemon Engine and fell into deep thought:

What should we do next time?