Leave It All Behind

The firepower of the Gloriana-class Battleship goes without saying. No matter which legion it is, these steel behemoths are always the face of the legion. And now a total of three thousand of them have arrived, not even counting the Chaos Fleet that followed.

Without any build-up, the first battle was the decisive one.

The first to be attacked were those Impregnable Defense Line.

This fortress, which consumed countless efforts and resources of Atlas and took nearly two centuries to build, can be described as a true apocalyptic project.

Every sentry post and every position was equipped with Planetary Void Shield array, and the weaponry was so advanced that it was built with the intention of waging a world war.

This might not be very intuitive, but what if we said that every fortress was equipped with Great General Cannon? Or a massive ground-based gun emplacement with a Gun Barrel that was three kilometers long?

This is Atlas's strongest shield, a testament to the hard work and dedication of countless Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists.

Even Dorn commented that such a ruthless and impregnable fortress could not be breached unless the Mountain Array was dragged over and a breach was created through physical impact.

However, this Impregnable Defense Line, which even Dorn had to resort to suicidal attacks to try and break through, was about to face the strongest spear.

Without any rules or tactics, once the numerical values reach a certain level, any skill becomes meaningless.

The 3,000 Vengeful Spirit alone, acting as the vanguard, smashed a tunnel of death through this Impregnable Defense Line.

Despite having a limited number of victories and appearing carefree, Mordred's favorite pastime is intimidating others with sheer power. Now it's time to pay the price, as the opposing team has even higher stats.

But ultimately, Atlas's nearly two centuries of investment paid off; the Vengeful Spirit's deadly charge was halted, failing to penetrate the last three lines of defense.

Amidst the roar of cannons, massive, blazing plasma orbs illuminated the starry sky, Radiant Light Spear of all colors melted through steel, with hundreds of millions of tons of shells being launched every second.

The once-rare Cyclone Torpedo is now dirt cheap; Alatras never lacks ammunition, while the enemy can create things out of thin air.

If it were just a matter of exchanging naval gunfire, Atlas could have dragged it out indefinitely, but the enemy simply wouldn't give it that chance.

Like a black sword, the Vengeful Spirit withstood the artillery fire. Even the Void Shield of the Gloriana-class Battleship could not withstand the bombardment from the land-based platform and was destroyed by concentrated fire in less than three minutes.

But once the Vengeful Spirit, the target of concentrated fire, explodes in mid-air, more Soul of Vengeance will fill the gap.

Driven by inertia, more and more warship wreckage turned into meteors, crashing violently into the Ultimate Wall.

The commanders remaining in the defensive line reacted immediately, but there was nothing they could do; they had to destroy as many enemy warships as possible.

As more and more debris crashed to the earth, countless Chaos Space Marines, Daemon, and even Cultists spewed forth from the wreckage, along with utterly blasphemous Daemon Engine.

Even the sky was completely torn apart, with countless Warp Rift appearing like a shattered mirror.

The Melta mines were detonated one by one, and the Titan bearing the Atlas A-mark unleashed its full firepower. Beneath its feet was the Atlas, piloted by Mushroom Knight and wielding plasma Gatling guns, alongside the Lizardmen Beast Regiment conducting combined arms operations.

Under the command of the Spartan Warriors, the Auxilia, clad in T3-type mechanical powered exoskeletons, fired anti-aircraft guns horizontally, bombarding every enemy they could see with explosives and plasma.

Revelation and war are rare occurrences, but here, the intensity of the war far surpasses that of the battlefields depicted in Revelation.

Life became incredibly cheap, with the average soldier surviving for less than half an hour.

A swarm of Machine Spirit carrying miniature nuclear bombs, driven by a frenzied Daemon within, is carrying out suicide attacks.

Radioactive Dust, deadly toxic gases, and boiling metal stirred up by the Melta were blown into the sky.

Atlas never lacks ammunition, and because their business is arms dealing, every Atlas, from Space Marine to Auxilia, suffers from a severe fear of insufficient firepower.

The Solar Auxilia, also an elite force, is equipped with eight energy magazines per person, while Atlas's ordinary soldiers are all equipped with double that.

Even so, under the countless Chaos demonic tides, soldiers experienced instances where their guns melted due to excessive firing, ultimately forcing them to resort to close combat with their weapons.

But Atlas is not a melee fighter like T'au.

Through a neural link, the Ultimate Wall Livyere, piloting the Mushroom Demon King, wielded his claws and dodged enemy fire with agile maneuvering. In the end, at the cost of sacrificing half of his body, he tore open the enemy Titan's cockpit.

If any enemy tries to Peaches this situation, they will find countless mycelia sprouting from Livyere's shattered body, and after a couple of bites of Chaos Energy Crystal, he will be back to his former self.

Unless his brain is destroyed, Atlas is just another Mushroom Folk.

Livyere, who was hiding in the back healing himself, poked his head out, frantically drinking from an elemental potion while observing the battlefield situation.

Moon Wolves, Salamanders, Death Guard —these are the confirmed enemies, but Livyere also spotted Space Wolves, Blood Angels, and Iron Warriors...

Almost every legion had a presence, especially the group of dark blue Ultramarines, who were the most numerous.

Livyere couldn't understand it, not even the Daemon within him knew, but he could see the Chaos aura emanating from those fallen warriors.

Looking beyond the surface, Livyere doesn't acknowledge these scoundrels as his cousins; they are merely a group of restless souls who were burned to ashes.

Now, these souls that should have perished have been dragged over by the Chaos Gods.

As the battle intensified, the enemies Livyere had eliminated filled the entire platform, quickly attracting the attention of a gacha enthusiast, who began to whisper among himself.

"Blood for the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne!"

"Who is speaking?"

"Repeat after me: Blood for the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne!"

"I am Livyere!"

"..."

Livyere could sense a moment of surprise on the other end, but soon three more voices rang in his ears.

Judging from the voices, one was a kind Old Man, and the other was a charming young woman who stirred the imagination. As for the last one, Livyere didn't like her; she always had a cunning feeling about her.

As Mordred's offspring, or rather, Mordred's Greater Daemon, Atlas, steeped in Fel Energy, possesses a powerful resistance to Chaos.

However, with the arrival of the entire fallen empire's ghosts, the dimensional barrier was nearly shattered, and the entire battlefield exhibited energy reactions unique to Warp.

The whispers in Livyere's ear were not an isolated case; more and more soldiers began to experience auditory hallucinations, especially those who had been severely injured and were waiting to regenerate.

If you shift your perspective, you'll find that as Atlas eliminates more and more Chaos enemies, the entire Serenity 50 Worlds gradually begins to fall into the Sea of Souls.

Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and countless other Warp Entity gathered together and clashed in this small Serenity 50 Worlds.

For the Chaos Gods, the more fiercely Atlas resisted, the more determined they became to win.

As the battle entered its 18th hour, in a moment no one anticipated, the sky shattered!

The Chaos demonic energy, now materialized, surged forth and crashed into the already precarious Ultimate Wall. In just an instant, half of the Lizardmen were completely torn apart by this powerful energy, turning into a pile of mycelium.

2,100 steel behemoths, each 27 kilometers long, shot out and pierced the Serenity heartland.

Even Livyere could see that four invisible hands were controlling these steel behemoths, suddenly appearing behind them in a way that defied the laws of physics, with the entire Sea of Souls supporting them as they moved forward.

Mordred also witnessed this scene, and seeing it, he almost smashed the Holographic Projection.

To orchestrate such a complex cover maneuver with the fleet, there must be a core leader, but Mordred believed that Horus, in his current state of dementia, was simply not capable of it.

"Damn it, now you're not even going to put on an act anymore, are you? 3,000 Soul of Vengeance, how many times have you stolen ships? Have you ever thought about how my good nephew Abaddon feels!"

Pah! How can you be so selfish?

There are 50 worlds at most, and each world has 60 ships. Are you treating me like a monster to be farmed?!

"Father, what should we do?"

"What do we do?" Looking at the spaceport that had been completely shattered and was rapidly falling, Mordred commanded all the Atlas via the Mind Network:

"Children, the time has come for Atlas to serve the Empire. Behind us lies the Sol Sector, and the Badab where all the Civilians have been settled."

There are our brothers and sisters, our parents and family, and our Holy Terra.

I don't care what methods you use, I have only one request: we must never let any enemy step over us.

If the fortress falls, let it in to fight. Don't worry about gains and losses. Use every street and every layer of the Hive City to slow down the enemy. As long as we win, we have plenty of time to rebuild our homes.

Live on, for Atlas.

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

Accompanied by Roared from the Mind Network, all Atlas retreated into their bunkers, preparing to face the first wave of attacks.

Nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds, six seconds—exactly 30 seconds later— the Soul of Vengeance descended from the sky, piercing the Serenity and instantly destroying the continental plates of the entire planet.

Perhaps due to being given special attention, nearly one-third of the Vengeful Spirit crashed into the Serenity Prime.

This is beyond human power to resist; such a massive change in mass instantly caused the gravity of the entire planet to become unbalanced.

A dazzling and eerie aurora appeared at the equator, the ocean was completely evaporated, and fire along with gushing lava covered the sky, before turning into black acid rain that fell down.

Without any hesitation, the moment the explosion ended, Atlas, who had survived, rushed out of the bunker and crashed into the Chaos waves in front of him.

Before leaving, Mordred held the Khan down:

"I haven't seen the Death Guard or Salamanders; I estimate they should be to our side. Now send a message to Luojia and Angron."

Tell them I don't care about the casualty figures, I just want Tallarn and Betan Gamon.

Even if it costs them their entire legion, they must hold the enemy back and not let a single one of them get through.

"Did you call the reinforcements I told you to call?"

The Khan nodded, indicating that reinforcements had been called in long ago.

"Father, rest assured, I anticipated this, which is why I sent a support signal to Macragge in advance."

I even anticipated the fact that Ultramarines are always late, so I arrived a full month early.

Most importantly, I didn't call them all at once. I called the Dark Angels first, then the Blood Angels, and finally the Ultramarines.

As for the other legions, I didn't miss any; I called them all out, one by one.

"Well done! I knew you wouldn't let me down."

With no more worries in his heart, Mordred patted his offspring on the shoulder. Having just received a wave of blessings, his body rapidly dissolved, eventually turning into a thick emerald mist.

"Come on, it's time to end this farce."

Relay my order: Deploy the Chaos Energy Bomb!