The Youngest Son of the Emperor, Vashtorr

Loving soldiers like one's own children and using them ruthlessly are essential qualities for every general.

For chess players, once a move is made, there's no going back. As long as they can defeat their opponent, it's worth it even if all their pieces are captured.

With the mindset that if they suffer, no one else should have an easy time, the Emperor, Mordred, and Horus, those three ruthless individuals, devised a plan.

The Emperor is the safety net, Horus is the expendable pawn, and Mordred is the bandage that can stop the Empire's bleeding.

There is no shortage of saints in this world, but there are far too few of them. Even Space Marine are not entirely without desires.

Reality is not a game; not everyone will be of one mind, and it's not like an RTS game where you can point and shoot exactly where you want.

The Warmaster Position is not just a title, but also the nominal heir to the empire, and every move he makes is watched by countless people.

According to the three's plan, Horus, as the bait, needed to attract all attention and expose all the unstable elements.

Visible enemies are not scary; invisible enemies are the most terrifying.

Regarding the impending Great Heresy, what the three feared was not the rebellion itself, but who would be the one to rebel. What was even more frustrating was that Mordred couldn't trust anyone; everyone could become a rebel.

So the previous actions of extinguishing the Astronomican and shutting down the Divine Seal Network were all to force the opponent to make a move first. Once the enemy made their move, everything would become clear.

The Four Merchants' ultimate goal is to destroy the empire, and the simplest way to do that is to get rid of Old Man Huang. In this process, Horus, as the Warmaster, is definitely the best tool to use.

With these two optimal liberations right in front of him, Mordred didn't believe the other side could hold out.

With each person sharing the burden, even if Horus is stuffed into a puff pastry, there is still hope. In fact, the more people are stuffed, the less pressure each person bears.

Doesn't the Yellow Skins like to show off everywhere? We'll make him perform in front of everyone, with Mordred grabbing his neck and making him pull all the originals that turned into puffs back.

After all, the Primarch's nature is what it is, plus Mordred had given each of his brothers a Fel Energy gift pack beforehand, complete with condoms. Unless it was voluntary, the Four Merchants couldn't do anything to them.

What's even more amazing is that if they really aren't picky eaters, you can grab one and force-feed it to them.

In this era where dimensional barriers remain strong, even Warp Chaos God cannot unleash their full power in the real world.

Moreover, Mordred was already stuffed, and Horus had consumed most of the blessing.

Unless the Four Merchants risk everything and go all in despite the high latency, if Mordred Four Merchants just accept her bad luck. If you have this ability, you should have said so earlier; I would have been the first to lead the way.

Mordred can now confirm that Black Uncle and Little Mo are useless, Horus has also become a puff pastry, which means that there are now problems with three legions.

The information about the Iron Hands and the Son of the Emperor, which were deliberately separated, is unknown. Even if something happens to the Son of the Emperor, Mordred believes that with Ferrus's abilities, he can control Fulgrim.

Without Atlas's logistical support, the rebels couldn't make any waves at all, and even the Iron Warriors, the only ones who could revive the rebels, were kept by the Emperor's side.

War is all about logistics, Mordred couldn't see any way the enemy could win.

Even if there are Four Merchants supporting them, engaging in blasphemous witchcraft or something, it's all meaningless.

After all, blasphemous magic cannot exist without the Warp. As long as you dare to open the portal, the Burning Legion can also enjoy the Warp.

The situation is much better than the three of them had initially envisioned; they had considered the worst-case scenario of all Primarchs betraying them simultaneously.

The sudden attack by Space Wolves and White Scars caught Mordred off guard, but Master Mordred always has a backup plan.

"Angron, you will lead the World Eaters to Betan Gamon. My 9th Company Captain Joseph is in Alicia. All five Titan families in the surrounding three storage worlds will be assigned to you."

Your job is to guard this place and not let anyone in.

"Second Brother, don't worry. As long as I'm here, not even a fly can enter the Sol Sector, let alone a single person."

Mordred patted his good friend on the shoulder, then looked at Luojia to the side.

In front of all the Word Bearers, Master Mordred immediately announced that Luojia Jia had been reinstated, promoted from Captain to legion Legion Commander of the Word Bearers:

"And Luojia, your task is even more arduous. You must go to Tallarn, where there is a Warp route that leads directly to Pluto."

If it were me, I would definitely send people to seize the pass. As long as Tallarn doesn't fall, the enemy will have no choice but to step over Atlas.

As one of Atlas's most important supply depots, Tallarn has no shortage of weapons and equipment. My Fourth Company Captain Gawain, is there, and everything will be under your command.

Most importantly, Tallarn is located at the rear of this defensive line. If we are attacked from both sides, we will be attacked from both sides.

I don't care about casualty figures, I just want Tallarn! Do you understand?

"Don't worry, brother, as long as I'm here, the tower will stand. I won't let you down."

After speaking, Luojia didn't leave immediately like Angron. Instead, she stood there awkwardly, leaving Mordred completely bewildered.

Why aren't you leaving yet?

"It's nothing, it's just that you left such a crucial position to me, Second Brother. Won't the others feel resentful? Unlike me, I only feel heartache... Ah!"

Before Luojia could finish speaking, Mordred kicked him away. Seeing that the unlucky fellow was going crazy again, Master Mordred felt a wave of bad luck.

"If you keep doing this to me, it won't be as simple as just eating fruit. Do you believe I'll smear you with 'Oli Ge' and parade you through the streets as a warning? Get out!"

"Okay!"

Without a word, Luojia turned and left. For Luojia, who had already been disciplined, hitting was a sign of affection and scolding was a sign of love, but she also had her bottom line. Social death was still too terrifying.

Looking back at Mordred, who was giving orders to the others, Luojia suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance, as if this separation would be forever.

"You're scaring yourself. My Second Brother Invincible Under Heaven, how could anything possibly happen to him?"

Discarding this unrealistic idea, Luojia led all the Word Bearers onto the landing craft and immediately headed to Tallarn.

Although the departure of the World Eaters and the Word Bearers weakened the defenses of the Serenity 50 Worlds, Mordred, focused on stability, would never expose such an obvious weakness.

Even after these two legions left, Atlas was able to use all sorts of ruthless tactics with even greater impunity.

A large number of biomass blocks were taken from the warehouse to cultivate Mushroom Knight and their accompanying Lizardmen auxiliary army, along with 80 million Ogryn, which were also infected by mycelium.

As I said before, the advantage is mine!

But just as Mordred was frantically amassing troops, to the point where every Atlas was piloting a mech, a distress signal from Tom suddenly reached Mordred:

"Father, we can't hold on much longer. The entire Webway is full of Daemon."

"What? What's that Yellow Skins for? Magnus's over there, let him sit on the toilet for a bit!"

"He crouched down, but Emperor One's glory lasted less than two minutes before someone stabbed him in the kidneys and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. He's currently being beaten to a pulp by Khorne and a big fat guy!"

To prove his point, Tom immediately switched the camera focus.

In the shattered dimension at the end of the Webway, the Adeptus Custodes, the Mechanicus, the Space Marine, the Lizardmen, and the Solar Auxilia were locked in a chaotic battle, engaging in a massive melee with countless Daemons.

On the most eye-catching battlefield, a Golden Giant was clutching his kidneys, being pinned to the ground and beaten by a giant Khorne, while a fat, green man was sneakily flanking him from behind.

"Damn, they've really lost all sense of shame. If you can't handle the game, don't play it at all. They actually got involved themselves."

"Honey, hang in there a little longer, I'll send reinforcements right away."

The fastest flight from Serenity to Holy Terra would take nine days. By then, it might be too late. There's only one way to provide rapid support.

Without any hesitation, Mordred summoned Vashtorr.

Due to his frenzied absorption of Fel Energy, Vashtorr is now completely different from before. His already imposing appearance has been taken to another level, bearing a striking resemblance to a certain unnamed Void Dragon, making him incredibly stylish.

"Brother, this game is all or nothing. Go support my troublesome biological father. If he gets dragged into the Berserk Elementalist's Fury and dies, you'll never be able to ascend to godhood."

Vashtorr's greatest obsession is to become a god, but there is a sequence to the divine positions. If Old Man Huang explodes, everyone will be wiped out, and then what's the point of him becoming a god?

Without any hesitation, Vashtorr patted his good friend on the shoulder and immediately assured him:

"Don't worry, with the relationship between us brothers, your father is like my own father. Even if I die, he can't die."

"Oh dear, since you've put it that way, what can I say? Just being true to myself!"

As a spontaneous Warp storm arose, the Burning Legion, which had gathered around the Serenity, vanished instantly, and under the leadership of Vashtorr, the Emperor's 22nd son, they sang a hymn of Fealty.

However, what no one noticed was that with the emergence of the Word Bearers, the World Eaters, and even the Burning Legion, their forces were being deployed.

In the end, only Atlas remained of the Impregnable Defense Line.