This is power!!!

"That bastard Mordred, he's still chasing me!"

Amidst the relentless bombardment, Luojia leaped up and down, dodging each artillery strike with dazzling speed.

In terms of skill alone, even the speed-focused dog Fulgrim would have to admit defeat in the face of such agility, and would have to admit that he truly deserves to be the most agile dog in Colchis.

Actually, this isn't Mordred's fault at all. Don't let his Master Mordred fool you; he smokes, drinks, gets his hair permed, and goes to the bathhouse all the time, and he even likes to raid and exterminate families. Mordred considers himself a noble knight, and his reputation score is higher than the Emperor's.

It's high now, at least!

It's a month, and it's a month, 30 days straight, not a day less. You, Colchis, only have 28 days a month, so who can you blame?

Having suffered from the uneven particle size, Luojia had no choice; if she hesitated even for a moment, she would be blasted to smithereens by the artillery fire.

"Damn bastard, don't let me find out who fired the shot. It's been two days, don't you get any sleep?"

The answer is that they really don't need to sleep. The Space Marine's enhanced modifications allow them to fight for more than a month without sleep, and they can also rest by alternating between the left and right hemispheres of their brains, just like dolphins.

Not to mention, Tom was already having a blast with such a flexible target, he had no time to rest.

As more and more Primarchs return, Tom knows that his chances of bombarding them will become fewer and fewer, so he must take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun.

Cole's Ruins is the most pitiful. She was already bombarded by Roland with nuclear weapons, and now she has to endure Atlas's relentless bombardment. If she could speak, Cole's Ruins would definitely curse, "Fuck you!"

"Boom!"

However, flesh and blood can't ultimately withstand steel. After 30 days of intense one-life mode gameplay Luojia finally couldn't take it anymore.

One mistake sent him flying into the air, crashing down at Mordred's feet, who was watching the spectacle.

Looking at Luojia, whose eyes were lifeless and who had clearly been thoroughly exhausted, Mordred, who was eating vanilla ice cream, patted and kneaded Luojia's face repeatedly with a look of disgust.

"Luojia, do you like my Titan Training Method? Stubborn people like you need to be taught a lesson."

Luojia, Collapsed on the Ground, didn't even want to move, but still looked defiant, which displeased Mordred.

"Do you think I only know how to use external forces to bully the weak? Or do you think I'm some kind of madman who goes berserk without asking any questions?"

"What else?" He snatched the ice cream from Mordred's hand, not caring about whether it was dirty or not, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"If I had a legion, I definitely wouldn't be afraid of you. You're just a bully who picks on the weak. And what about food? I'm starving."

"Of course, people need to be fed, that's only natural. How Could I let you go hungry? Rambo, feed our imperial Princess."

Not long after, Rambo brought a large table of food, which was very delicious and healthy. Luojia's face turned green when he saw it, because the whole table of food was made of mushrooms.

Even so, Luojia did not refuse. Instead, she started eating like crazy. For the past month, she had not eaten anything decent. She was also fried several times a day. She didn't know how she had managed to keep going.

Seeing Mordred sipping her orange juice half-heartedly and glancing at her every now and then, Luojia felt extremely uncomfortable, a surge of anger rising within her. She asked the question she most wanted to know:

"Mordred, why are you doing this to me? Horus told me you've never done this to your other brothers, so why are you targeting me alone?"

At this point, Luojia was already trembling with tears. From her perspective, Mordred was a considerate and kind older brother one moment, and then Horus left her and dumped her here to play a deathmatch game, tormenting her in every way.

Because I don't believe in God.

"What? Just because of that! What do I care if you don't believe in God?"

"Really? I don't believe it!" Luojia Jia, under Mordred's intense gaze, lost some of her momentum, which waned further with time until she was completely buried in her rice bowl, and began her sophistry:

"I admit I was a bit extreme before, but God clearly exists, you can't deny Him. Our Father is God, and we are His children."

"Nonsense, utter nonsense. Luojia, the Emperor is not a god, and we are not divine children."

Clutching the Elemental Flask in her hand, Mordred looked up at the sky, as if her gaze could pierce through the void and see the lurking, Meilou watching from behind the Veil.

"There is no god in this world. If there really is an omnipotent so-called god as you say, then why is there so much suffering in the world? Why does the empire launch Great Crusade at all costs?"

If Old Man Huang could single-handedly destroy the entire world, he wouldn't have created us Primarch.

The two best things he did were unifying Terra, ending thousands of years of warlord conflicts, and meeting Malcador, which led him to raise the banner and launch Great Crusade.

If the expedition had been delayed by fifty years, the empire would not have had such a massive expenditure of resources, Zaidan Empire could have crippled us.

So where is your God? Why does He stand by and watch humanity suffer, watching the believers on Colchis go hungry?

"If there truly is a supreme deity as you believe, then no, it is merely a Chaos God, a worthless entity that needs to be defeated. One day, we will use science to analyze and study them, and ultimately surpass any deity."

At this moment, Luojia finally understood where the difference between him and Mordred lay: Mordred was not only a faithless person, but also a blasphemer.

"Mordred, you can't ask the gods to grant everyone's wishes, this—"

"Shut up!" Mordred interrupted Luojia's rebuttal, summoning Kialan to make the charlatan leader appear and explain himself.

"The Dark Moon Cult worships me as their master, providing Atlas with convenient access to the Webway, and in return, I grant them peace after death and the opportunity to live a good life. This is a trade."

If believing in gods is useless, then why should I believe? Useless gods deserve to be swept into the trash heap. You can ask Kialan if I have forced them to believe in me.

Seeing Luojia looking at him, Kialan immediately declared that the Dark Moon Cult was a legitimate organization, and that no good person should be a fanatic; the Aeldari had the most say in this matter.

Kialan wasn't lying. Due to the unique nature of the Dark Moon Cult, most of its members are only superficial believers. Those who were too fanatical have all ruined themselves. The Order has fully transitioned to secularism. Since it's free, you might as well believe a little.

Moreover, the deeper the contact, the more the filter shattered. Kialan simply couldn't regard her boss, who had so many bad habits, as a god. At least she didn't think that gods would grind their teeth, fart, snore, or be so greedy while sleeping.

Mordred was undoubtedly using a fallacy of semantics, but Luojia didn't understand, leaving her completely confused. Coupled with the newly grown Little White, it made her head look rather pointed.

"No, this isn't right, is it?"

"What's wrong with that? Have you refuted my point of view?"

"Ah? This is—"

Having spent half her life being used as a dog trainer Luojia's brain was overloaded. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. The education she received from childhood did not allow Luojia to question the gods, but Mordred's words did make some sense.

Seeing that the Super Brain was overloaded, the Primarch's Super Strength began to take over. "I don't care anymore, I'm not convinced! You've been blasting me for a whole month, how are we going to settle this score?"

"Unless you let me fight—a one-on-one fight with me, that's right, a one-on-one fight with me, you're not scared, are you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Luo Luojia with horror. Rambo grabbed Mordred's leg and said, "Boss, calm down. She's not very bright. Don't take it to heart."

"Yes, yes, what if Father doesn't know his own strength and ruins the reputation we've worked so hard to build."

These are the more rational Rambo and Goff. Others, like the Khan and Tom, who love watching the drama unfold, have already started placing bets, betting on how many moves Luojia can withstand from his father.

Luojia still believes that Mordred is bluffing, and she has seen through everything long ago.

Putting everything else aside, Mordred's thin and weak appearance, apart from being tall, doesn't seem like a powerful figure who relies primarily on personal strength; at best, he's just a strategist.

Moreover, Horus told Luojia everything. Atlas was extremely wealthy, and the entire legion didn't participate much in the Great Crusade. Instead, it stayed in the rear managing logistics, making it an internal guard legion similar to the Space Wolves Dark Angels.

According to this logic, the stronger front-line troops should go to the front lines, while the Combat Power corps should stay home and handle logistics, so the advantage is on my side.

Even so, Luojia was still wary; she didn't want to hear Mordred nonsense about the Titan being part of him.

"Just the two of us, one-on-one, no armor or weapons, pure hand-to-hand combat, how about that?"

"Alright! You said it yourself, so I won't bully you. The Lekshir Ritual isn't suitable for a penniless wretch like you. Let's have a duel of honor between warriors, Malkgorra."

Hearing this, even Rambo stopped trying to persuade him. Good advice is hard to give to a damn fool. His boss cherishes his precious Power Armor the most and always repairs it himself when it gets damaged.

Moreover, the glorious Macragge does not allow any outsiders to interfere, which is a tradition among clans and tribes.

Without the armor's restraints, Rambo had no idea how badly Luojia would be beaten. After exchanging a glance with Goff, he ran to the back to place his bets, determined to rake in as many coins as possible.

He wasn't the only one with the same idea; a user named "War God 88888" who wished to remain anonymous had already started spending money like crazy, sending out 88 Death Strike Missile.

Looking at the group of Atlas who had suddenly retreated ten kilometers, Luojia was so angry that he laughed. They were still bluffing. Nobody else could do that.

"Mordred, I won't hold back from now on, but don't worry, I'm not a madman like you. I'll spare your life."

"Instead of retreating, they're attacking me? Interesting!"

A battle banner crafted from skull, wool, and metal was planted into the earth by Mordred, its savage and barbaric nature evident. This was the Malkgorra ritual, symbolizing an honorable duel between warriors.

In an instant, the two Primarch figures vanished and began a frenzied exchange of blows, the intense wind pressure tearing the earth apart. Their mere appearance drew cheers from the live -Live Broadcast audience.

However, the numerical difference was not negligible. Every attack from Luojia was easily neutralized by Mordred, like a whirlwind striking a martial artist. Even the golden flames that had awakened a trace of their true essence were devoured and dissolved by the Fel Energy.

"Weak, weak, weak, is this the confidence you have to challenge me? You're utterly pathetic. You're not as good-looking as Fogg, not as Pepe, and not even as strong as Guilliman. You're a disgrace to the Kiya."

Mordred, with her penchant for sarcasm, was provoking Luojia. Even though Luojia knew this, she was still enraged beyond control. Her golden Psychic Power intensified once more, illuminating the entire earth with dazzling golden light as she unleashed her most powerful and prized attack:

"You Dogs and Donkeys, I'm not that weakling Guilliman! Take my God-Emperor Blast Fist!!!"

Such fighting spirit was exactly what Mordred wanted to see. Therefore, he unleashed his full power, delivering a devastating blow imbued with all his Fel Energy:

"Fifteen hundred thousand bolts of Fel Energy, Chaos Barrage Wave!!"

"Damn it, why are they shouting out the names of their moves? Never mind, I just want to see this."

Boom,

The golden Psychic Power and the Emerald Chaos Energy collided, creating a massive shockwave comparable to a naval bombardment that blasted everything around them tens of thousands of meters away, leaving only a giant crater in its wake.

As the smoke cleared, the five figures were once again spotted by the bloodthirsty audience.

Mordred was unharmed, the crimson War Mark on her forehead glowing Faint Light, and scorching exhaust fumes emanating from the crack behind her. She held half of Luojia's skull in her hand, and behind her was a scorching canyon torn apart by Fel Energy, stretching to the horizon.

"This is power!!!"

Luojia, unable to hold on any longer, laughed. She realized she was a joke; she was beyond saving, blind, yet that glimpse of golden hair in the darkness lingered in her mind.

"Brother, are you a god?"

"No, you're just tired. Get some sleep. You've earned my approval, and when you wake up, a new world will be waiting for you to explore."

And most importantly, I Am Not a God!