Victory in Sight, Advantage Mine

The battle has lasted for a full 12 days and nights.

The once beautiful and Serenity has been completely transformed into a dead star. After suffering from geological upheavals and Chaos pollution, the entire world is now covered by a layer of highly pure Fel Energy toxic mist.

If it weren't for the dozens of steel peaks, some people might mistake Serenity for Barbarus, and such a scene is playing out on every planet.

The already submerged Atlas thrived in the Fel Energy mist, using trenches and alleyways to severely restrict the enemy's advance.

Within the Fel Energy mist, even an ordinary Auxilia can plunder the life force of enemies by killing them.

Needless to say, Atlas's ability to devour souls had become an instinct for the entire legion. As long as the enemy was eliminated first, their souls and flesh would once again become supplies for the war.

The Mushroom, a five-in-one entity, encompasses Atlas vehicles, emergency food, medical equipment, energy, and even cannon fodder soldiers, growing Jingba Mushroom in the wind.

If your arm is broken, crush a mushroom, stick it to the wound, and drink a mouthful of Chaos Energy Pulp Orange Juice. In just a few minutes, you'll be a hero again.

Hungry, he picked up a mushroom from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Although it tasted like chewing sponge, its rich nutrients were enough to fill a soldier's stomach.

Even if the troops suffer heavy losses, it doesn't matter. As long as there are enough nutrients, the Jingba Mushroom can transform into a beast nest and hatch Lizardmen Beast Regiment that you can command.

It's even possible to implant mushrooms into Ogryn's body and command these giants through Mind Network.

This is a gift from Serenity, and a legacy from the Old Ones.

Mordred firmly believes that human madness can solve any problem by abandoning Morality.

Being infected by mycelium is better than dying. As long as we can win, it's worth it even if we become inhuman.

Mordred has no regrets.

While Great Heresy is unavoidable, passively responding to it and proactively launching an attack are two different concepts.

As long as preparations are made in advance, the impact of the Great Heresy can be minimized. Although reluctant to admit it, Mordred knows that the Yellow Skins are indispensable to the Imperium of Man.

As the empire's strongest Combat Power, the Yellow Skins is undoubtedly the sharpest spear, but it is also the biggest bomb.

If we put ourselves in Mordred's Four Merchants, he would definitely try to bring down the Emperor, and that task would fall to Horus.

No matter how much scheming goes on, as long as you know what the other party wants, everything becomes simple and clear.

Kings are not kings, generals are not generals, and Horus has consumed most of the Chaos Blessing, so Horus is no match for the Emperor.

To ensure everything went perfectly and to prevent any unforeseen problems, Mordred didn't even give Horus and the weasel a chance to be a loving father Yellow Skins, directly preventing the Old Man Huang from becoming paralyzed.

Let whoever wants the so-called Dark King have it; anyway, Master Mordred will absolutely not give that damn thing a chance to appear.

The only thing that broke Mordred's defenses was when the opponent cheated and used the Void Stealing tactic, directly doubling down the cost and sending over a full 3,000 Soul of Vengeance.

"Since you can't afford to play this game, then nobody should have an easy time."

A terrifying beast, hundreds of meters tall, emerged from the mist, wantonly unleashing its corrupting Chaos Energy Corruption. It was unstoppable and irreversible; even the Titan, known as the Machine God, would be reduced to scrap metal by Mordred's breath.

When faced with Chaos, one must be even more ruthless and vicious than the chaos itself!

The Mordred, now a dense fog, shrouded the entire planet, constantly appearing under the guidance of the Mind Network to provide fire support to Atlas.

"Since you're here, don't leave! Everyone, fire all cannons at once!"

One missile after another, each carrying a nuclear warhead, was launched. This ancient technology from the 2000s is still relevant today.

The nuclear flames purified everything; even the unknown Chosen Ones of Chaos, faced with extreme High Temperature surpassing those of stars, were reduced to ashes.

The behemoth vanished once more, only to reappear on another battlefield.

Of the 3,000 Soul of Vengeance, only one is the "real" one. No one knows which one is the real one, or perhaps all the Soul of Vengeance are real, but only one has the true Horus on it.

The battle continued, with countless lives lost and more and more souls filling the mist, constantly strengthening Mordred's power.

Atlas is least afraid of wars of attrition. Since you're playing dirty tricks, we'll stop pretending. Nobody's going to have an easy time. Let's all stay here and wear each other down.

Just as the Serenity 50 Worlds was being turned into a meat grinder, the Word Bearers in Tallarn and the World Eaters in Betan Gamon both encountered their enemies.

But Mordred's plan went wrong; instead of Salamanders, the Iron Hands arrived in Tallarn.

If they were to face off head-on, the Word Bearers might not be able to defeat the Iron Hands at all.

Before Luojia could react, several Virus Bomb were dropped into this hub world, engulfing the entire planet in highly toxic substances.

The terrifying toxin was so potent that even Power Armour couldn't stop it; a Space Marine would quickly succumb to poisoning if they stayed in the toxic fog for more than half an hour.

Perhaps it was because his mind was blank, or perhaps the imposter that occupied Ferrus's body hadn't done its research properly and had chosen Slaanesh, that piece of trash.

In short, they made such a baffling and bizarre move that caused the Iron Hands to lose their much-vaunted manpower advantage and instead start playing a tank battle game.

Fortunately, as the most crucial core hub world for Atlas facing the Storm Sector, Tallarn has no shortage of armored vehicles.

The World Eaters' side is even more bizarre. The Titan family, who betrayed the world with Horus, joined forces with the Death Guard and the Salamanders to confront Betan Gamon, hoping to destroy this Nexus world in one fell swoop.

The largest Titan Group battle in the Empire's history has begun, with both sides committing their maximum forces.

Two entire legions besieged a world, and the space battlefield was undoubtedly lost. But somehow, even with his body possessed by a fake, Vulkan remained indecisive.

At the height of his advantage, he attempted to persuade Angron to surrender, and went to the ground battlefield alone. Even Mortarion, driven by some force, followed him down.

Chaos is like excrement; whoever touches it is doomed.

Although the process was rather abstract, the goal was indeed achieved: the World Eaters and the Word Bearers held back the rebel legion heading towards the Sol Sector.

This message was sent to Serenity by Joseph and Gawain, who remained at the two battlefields, further strengthening Mordred's confidence in holding off the enemy.

However, just when Mordred thought he had won half the battle, Corvus Corax was far away on the Salvation Star Savage suppressing a rebellion, encountered 1.5 uninvited guests who fell from the sky.

Looking at his brother before him, Fulgrim, his body riddled with wounds, clutched the severed head in his arms and said in his final moments before losing consciousness:

"Go to Serenity quickly; their target is not Holy Terra, but Mordred."