Perturabo is still on his way

Strange phenomena appeared in the sky, and demons danced wildly.

Even the mentally unstable Orks were stunned by Atlas's cool entrance, all yelling and shouting "Awesome!"

Mordred was being force-fed cream puffs by the Four Merchants, was not afraid at all. Don't be fooled by his current dazzling appearance; his higher-dimensional nature makes him superior, and these are just a bunch of small fry who can't satisfy him at all.

And Atlas, who transformed into Chaos Energy Corruption and whose entire crew became Enchanted Warrior, was even worse off. Each of them had two lives; if anyone was to die, it would be the Daemon within them.

Moreover, with the sacred F2 connection, Atlas is a unified whole. As long as Mordred, the master controller, doesn't explode, there won't be any problems.

But Mordred, out of love for his sons, didn't want them to turn into idiots, so he took on most of the blessing by himself, and his gluttonous display of snacks instantly swelled him to a 30-meter tall size.

Even the living missile beneath his feet was framed like a surfboard, resembling a white-haired man who had been punched to death, but Mordred was only the Second Son; the first-in-command was Zhuang Sen.

"I 'Kiya Invincible Under Heaven!"

Using Mind Network communication, Atlas avoided the wrecked ship piloted by Liviel.

When that massive piece of waste, spanning 20 kilometers in length, crashed onto the ground, the powerful shockwave from its violent explosion tore apart an area of 150 kilometers in radius.

All Orks turrets within a kilometer radius.

The moment he landed, Mordred was on all sixs, transforming into a mud-cart-like figure, frantically darting around. With his size, he didn't even need to attack.

Simply crushing them will humiliate and weaken the enemy.

While the other Atlas did not possess this imposing physique, the living missiles that accompanied them made up for it.

As a burst of rousing music began, the living missile rapidly transformed, turning into a mushroom-riding creature in just a few seconds. In an action game, this would be at least a three-stage transformation, making it a peerless powerhouse who could wield a yo -Kiya!

In contrast, the accompanying Thousand Sons and Death Guard seemed rather weak, making their own Drop Pod suddenly seem less appealing.

Fortunately, there are 3,000 live missiles, enough for each member of the boarding force to have one. The Mushroom Knight, who possess "Machine Spirit," will find their own pilots, which is quite humane.

Perhaps seeing that their good brother's enormous size was perfect as a mount, or perhaps because the clearing of enemies was too slow, Magnus and Mortarion exchanged a glance, then jumped onto Mordred's back and, using the colorful lights emanating from their good brother, directed the Mordred forward.

"Second Brother, give me a gun."

"What gun do you want? We have better ones here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred pounced on an abandoned Orks fortress, tearing through its outer shell with a single claw and pulling out the entire Gun Barrel.

Flesh and blood tendrils gushed out, liquefying in a flash of Emerald Lightning, and clung to Mordred's body, transforming into two giant plasma turrets.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Atlas 300mm Plasma Rapid-Fire Cannon!"

Slashing each other with knives was far too slow; in comparison, this thick, large Gun Barrel was much more efficient. The two men instantly adopted arrogant expressions of overwhelming firepower, took their positions, and began firing wildly.

Mordred continued his Boar Charge Tactic, running rampant across the surface, occasionally unleashing Atomic Breath from his gaping Great Maw. No matter what kind of Heavy Nob or war boss you were, even the Gundam couldn't withstand Mordred's barrage.

The Orks leader, who had just crawled out of the ruins, peeked out and saw a terrifying beast charging towards him. After a brief moment of thought, he realized he was smaller than the monster's foot, and in fright, he let out a sharp, piercing scream:

"Horus the Second Brother, don't come any closer! No, I must survive!"

"Hmm, did you two hear anything?" Mordred stopped and looked around, but didn't see anything alive.

"No, Second Brother, did you hear that right?" Magnus and Mortarion, sitting at their gun positions, didn't notice anything unusual. Instead, they mocked Mordred, wondering if he had run into a speed bump.

"I must have misheard you, please continue!"

Mordred accelerated again and continued circling around, completely unaware that half an Orks was still stuck between his toes.

And this unfortunate fellow is still alive; this is probably the most desperate way to die.

Amidst the chaos of the 3,000 Mushroom Knight and Mordred's rampage, the Lizardmen legion that had accompanied them did not venture too deep. Instead, they began collecting Orks remains and various scraps.

As a boarding force, they must quickly establish an outpost. Once this foothold is planted, the boarding force can gradually erode the Orks world.

At the site of the Junk Ship crash, a group of frenzied, excited Spirit Lizard wielded their Psychic Power, catalyzing the fungal spores that had already been buried in the soil.

To protect the little guys building their base, Atlas, piloting the Mushroom Knight, scattered around, acting as human artillery emplacements, firing a shot at any Orks that appeared.

As the first newborn Lizardmen hatched and shook off the slime, the encircling Green Tide revealed its vanguard, only to be met by the scorching plasma that Long Prepared.

Turning around, Mordred, who was lying prone on the ground, charged towards the densest Orks, smashing a Gundam into pieces.

Seeing the situation was not good, the Orks tried to retreat, but Mordred would not let them go. With a 360-degree spin, she crushed countless Ork Boy.

No matter how magical your Orks, My Thinking Power, it can't change Mordred's brute strength; you can only be tortured like a little insect.

Mordred's tongue curled up a Ork Boy who couldn't dodge in time, savoring the Orks's tender and chewy texture. His voice echoed through the Mind Network:

"Waaaagh!!! Kill these incompetent Orks, turn them all into biomass blocks to feed the hatchery! Souls kneaded into Chaos Energy Crystals."

Thousand Sons and Death Guard remained silent as they watched Atlas devour the Xenos, pretending not to have seen it. After all, Atlas's previous actions could no longer be described as blasphemous; he was simply a monster in human skin.

In comparison, the little secrets of their own legion are nothing.

It wasn't just the allies who shared this thought; the Orks had never seen such a sinister enemy before. But the cheerful Orks weren't bothered by the enemy's strength; they were only more excited.

The super-heavy leader, standing a full 8 meters tall, was drooling with excitement. As one of the nine beast generals of the Ulano Empire, he had never met an opponent in his life, and no one except the Beast Emperor Urg could defeat him.

Today's enemy is so formidable that he's so excited he's practically waving his flag!

"Kids, Horus the Second Brother is watching us! Charge! I'm going to twist this the Beast's head off as a trophy."

An endless Green Tide surged forth, rushing madly towards the outpost.

Atlas, his eyes bloodshot from inhaling the immense Chaos God, was driven utterly insane by the Primarch's commands. The Orks before him were not Xenos at all, but rather pieces of fine soul seasoning.

Even the Demon Pal, who was suppressed within him, let out an excited roar. As was customary, the plundered soul fragments would also be shared with them.

What else can we do? We have no choice but to kill!

"The time to feast is now! Devour them, leave no one alive!"

King against king, general against general, the Heavy Nob leader charged forward, brandishing his battle axe and slashing at Mordred's eyeball with a magnificent display that resembled a god of war reborn.

Then Mordred bit him to pieces.

"Pah, I thought you were some kind of unparalleled master, stop pretending! Firepower! Blow up all the big Orks!"

This isn't a knightly duel. How can you become a grandmaster if you have guns and cannons but don't use them? Even Mortarion and Magnus have started using cannons.

Thirty minutes later, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, the Lizardmen, who had already reproduced into the second generation, completely occupied this high ground, and the meadow-like Mycelial Mat began to gradually spread towards the giant Void Shield array in front.

Before long, this Orks world known as the Big Stomach Bag will be completely covered by Mycelial Mat, becoming the true homeworld of the Lizardmen.

Meanwhile, Perturabo was still on his way.