We Have No Brains

Koz is very strong; even among the Primarch, he belongs to the top tier.

With the ability to always anticipate the enemy's moves and the instinct to stealth at the peak of skill, he can even put up a fight against Mordred in the matter of first-time kills.

But if Koz actually runs into Mordred, he'll find that his Second Brother is even harder to kill than Vulkan.

Vulkan is Perpetual, seemingly stat-obsessed, but in essence, he's a mechanic-obsessed individual. He's born with a Resurrection Armor ability that stacks infinitely, and the only limitation is the ability to resurrect via a cast time.

But Mordred is different. Although he always calls himself Knight of Justice, even copying the Dark Angels's legion Paint Scheme, and always likes to take his Watermelon Knife and small pistol to the battlefield, talking about hard work and sweat.

In reality, Mordred is a pure, unadulterated numerical monster. There is almost no skill required. Her health bar is off the charts, and her skill bars are ridiculously short. You could play her even if you just let a dog log in.

He's a natural counter to skill-based players.

Similarly, Atlas may seem to be always running logistics, but as everyone knows, the cooks in the kitchen are all God-Human. With their two-and-a-half-meter-tall physiques, they look like a mountain of meat.

This is why Atlas was always able to rise to the mid-level ranks in other legions before Mordred's return.

After all, that's the Empire's aesthetic: bigger is better, more is more beautiful. Among the average seven-foot Space Marine, the nine-foot-tall Atlas stood out so much.

If we exclude Mordred, who is a numerical monster, then Lion King would definitely rank among the top Tier 1 Primarch.

Just as all Primarchs believe that others are inferior to themselves, even after removing Lion King and the useless Guilliman, Midnight Wraith believed that he had already surrounded everyone and that the advantage was in his hands!

Before anyone could react, the power claw aimed at Euten was blocked by the greatsword, and the violent Decomposition Field created a dazzling spark.

The Lion King abandoned his sword and threw a punch. Despite being several sizes taller than Koz, he lunged forward and aimed straight for vital points.

However, the Midnight Wraith was no ordinary creature. Even with Koz trying to sabotage it, its murderous intent remained undiminished; it had already seen everything.

Zhuang Sen's tactics were meaningless to him; among countless outcomes, he had already found the best path.

Risking a fatal blow to the head, he narrowly dodged the Lion King's Flying Head Punch, his right arm still stained with blood as he continued his stabbing attack with his power claw, aimed directly at Euten.

With just a gentle touch, Koz, who witnessed Euten's death, would be unable to resist it any longer, and it would be whole again.

The attack, which should have been a sure hit among countless possible outcomes, missed its mark, and the one who thwarted the assassination attempt was none other than Guilliman, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Although she has never won a single battle and is constantly ridiculed as a weakling by the eldest Second Son, she sparred with Mordred and Guilliman. If anyone dared to harm her mother, that honest man would be more terrifying than anyone else Zhuang Sen he went berserk.

Having already gone wild, Guilliman didn't hesitate at all, throwing all his moves and techniques to the back of his mind. Despite the excruciating pain of his power claw piercing his waist, he lunged at Midnight Wraith, who was still in mid-air.

This sudden collision disrupted Midnight Wraith's plans, but even so, Midnight Wraith, who possessed the ability to foresee the future, remained calm.

Its uncontrollable prophetic abilities brought it endless suffering, but also gave it the advantage of always having the first move.

[You damn bastard, you're going to attack my throat next.]

The Midnight Wraith, with its precognitive ability to foresee the future, shrank downwards, a smile gradually spreading across its face. It had already envisioned the outcome of smashing Euten's head; it was far too easy.

But as everyone knows, opening champagne at halftime never ends well. Midnight Wraith, who hadn't even finished laughing, was kicked in the chest by a size 58 blue foot.

[How is that possible!]

No, that's just a coincidence.

Unless the two sides are evenly matched, a life-or-death struggle can be decided in an instant.

The God of War leaped, the God of War fell, and before the Space Marine could react, a sudden assassination attempt was abruptly ended.

Accompanied by a damp, dark, and dense fog, a golden-blue storm swept out. The Midnight Wraith, its rhythm disrupted, tried to escape, but the verdant vines that appeared in the void did not give it that chance.

[Right]

"Bang!" A sudden heavy punch appeared in front of it, knocking it off balance.

[Left]

The Lion King, his face grim, emerged from the left. Midnight Wraith perfectly defended against the Lion King's attack, but soon a blue elbow strike pierced its kidney from behind.

[Right]

After blocking Guilliman's wild punch, a groin kick came from the left.

Enveloped in thick fog, the Midnight Wraith was attacked from all sides. Its precognitive abilities, which should have been uncanny, began to fail frequently. Under the combined attack of the two Primarchs, more and more illusions appeared in its eyes.

The Midnight Wraith, who were initially able to keep up with the prophecies, gradually became burdened by illusions, and even saw multiple prophecies that were completely opposite to the originals.

It was clear that Guilliman would attack its chest from the right, but instead, a powerful punch came from behind. The previous prophecy had just been formed, and a new prophecy would soon overwrite it.

Soon, after being brutally beaten with over a hundred punches, the once invincible Midnight Wraith finally collapsed. Even in the end, it couldn't understand why its prophecies were attacking its right brain from the left.

Looking at the fake creature, which was wrapped in layers of vines and had not a single good spot on its body, the Lion King and Guilliman, who were also bruised and swollen, looked at each other with displeasure.

What seemed like a long time had actually lasted less than five seconds. Giving it no chance to resist, the Lion King shooed away the Dark Angels who tried to approach, and grabbed the fake head that was occupying his brother's body, demanding:

"Daemon, get out of my brother's body!"

Don't even think about it!

Knowing this bastard would say that, the Lion King didn't hesitate. He picked up his greatsword and stabbed down, severing his good brother's hands and feet, ensuring he had no ability to resist.

"And now?"

[You have the guts to kill me.]

Do you think I wouldn't dare?

[Then come on over!]

Lion King certainly wouldn't dare. If Koz really betrayed him, that would be one thing; he'd kill anyone who dared to betray him. But the problem was that the thing in front of him wasn't Koz.

They couldn't kill him, nor could they save him. Was it really as that thing possessing Guilliman said, that they had to slit his throat first to cure him?

What if you die immediately after slitting your throat?

That would be tantamount to killing his own brother, something Zhuang Sen could not accept.

After much hesitation and discussion with Guilliman, the two decided to lock the thing up, stuff it into the Stasis Field, and then deal with the crazed Night Lords.

With two powerful factions serving one person, the Night Lords couldn't cause any trouble at all. But unlike the Night Lords, who was unloved by his father and mother and even considered worthless by the Chaos Gods, the Iron Hands, one of the Triumvirate of the Expedition, was different.

A massacre is unfolding silently.