All Ascended to Demon, Mutated Atlas.

Thanks to advance planning, although war still raged, Holy Terra did not suffer a devastating blow.

With two civil engineering mavericks Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists, in charge, Holy Terra has become a complete steel hedgehog.

The gist of the story is that Dorn built a wall in Holy Terra, and then, Perturabo, Labo immediately built another wall behind that wall.

Perturaber angrily denounced Dorn as a waste, while Dorn criticized Perturabo's walls as shoddy construction, saying they would crumble at the slightest blow from the Imperial Fists.

You Black-hearted Foreman who live off shady dealings can only fool those who've never seen the world. Get back to the back and fill in the gaps; this fortress still belongs to our Imperial Fists.

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. For two Primarch with a 93% genetic similarity, the other side is just a little devil, while we are the Imperium's First Master Builder.

In a battle of wills, the two legions began an endless civil engineering contest, and Holy Terra, which had previously had only one defensive line, eventually had twelve more lines added.

The Emperor didn't say much about the civil engineering competition between the two. Rather than letting them go out and waste their energy causing trouble, building bunkers could be considered making the best use of their talents.

Based on the principle that bigger is beautiful and more is good, the Emperor tacitly approved of the two's behavior.

The good news is that Holy Terra did not suffer the suicidal charge of 3,000 Vengeful Spirit. Although countless rebels still emerged, the Civil and Wood duo's defenses perfectly withstood the enemy's offensive.

Even when the pressure of the Webway War increased sharply, there was still spare capacity to send troops to support the Webway, and the entire Iron Warriors were poured into the Webway to resist the pressure.

With the Imperium's stubborn rock on the outside and the Lord of Steel on the inside, these two ultimate pressure-resistant kings coming together, even the Golden Giant couldn't imagine how he would lose.

The only minor mishap was that the Emperor hadn't anticipated that Khorne and Nurgle would suddenly intervene and slip through the gap in the Webway.

This put the Emperor in a passive position, forcing him to step down from the Golden Throne, leave Magnus to guard the house, and then enter the Webway to fight the Chaos God with swords drawn.

There was nothing that could be done about it. After all, while Perturabo's stubbornness had been alleviated, he had turned into a little brat who wanted to criticize everyone.

Upon seeing the Chaos Gods for the first time, Perturabo didn't think of a strategic retreat. Instead, he possessed Guilliman and attacked the Chaos God himself, nearly scaring the Emperor half to death.

Unless they are named Tin Can Kid, most Space Marine wouldn't last more than two rounds against a Primarch.

Similarly, if the Primarch were to face Chaos Gods, unless he were to use a cheat code on the spot, he would only get slapped a few more times.

To prevent Perturabo from going up and delivering the message, the Emperor had no choice but to go down himself, and then he was kicked and beaten like a dog.

Because the Timeline of Holy Terra was already broken, while the Son of the Emperor and the Iron Hands were trapped in Istvaan III, the Second Imperium waged a six-year guerrilla war, and Serenity began a 169-day deadly War of Attrition.

Just when the Emperor was about to be beaten into a pulp, the arrival of the Burning Legion's reinforcements and the sudden departure of the Chaos Gods reversed the battlefield situation completely, giving the Imperium of Man a chance to counterattack.

This made the Yellow Skins, who had been suffering all along, extremely happy. It went all in again and made a killing on fries.

The 13-year-long Webway War consumed countless elite troops of the empire, and the Lizardmen Beast Regiment undoubtedly suffered the most casualties.

The Lizardmen, who once filled the mountains and plains and the entire human Webway, have been reduced to less than one-tenth, and are even on the verge of extinction.

But it was all worth it.

By sheer numbers, the Lizardmen army withstood the most ferocious waves of demonic tides and held out until the Emperor's demise. Most importantly, they preserved their most exceptional scientific talents.

Even if the Webway is broken, it's broken. As long as it's not blown to bits, and as long as there are still people, it can be rebuilt.

For the Lizardmen, death is not frightening; what is frightening is their inability to complete the Creator's grand plan and becoming a useless lizard.

After the Chaos army was driven back, the Emperor returned to the Golden Throne, clutching his back, intending to drain the energy within him that was about to explode, and also to take over Magnus's job of stabilizing the Shattered Webway.

Before departing, the Emperor finally put on a human act, giving the group of heavily injured Big Lizard an empty promise: once the aftermath of Chaos was cleared away, he would appoint them as official Abhumans of the Empire, to Cultivate with the Nation!

As for now, you should just hang in there a little longer and work with me to stabilize the Webway before making any further decisions.

The surviving Lizardmen were very excited about the arrangements made by the Father of Creators, also known as the Holy Father.

To the simple-minded Lizardmen, their strange, green cousins were utterly foolish, always fighting or on their way to fight. But they, the Lizardmen, were different; they had lofty ambitions that those mindless the Beast could never match.

Looking at these simple-minded Big Lizard, whose tails would wag at the slightest compliment, Perturabo seemed to see a reflection of his former self.

They do the hardest work, endure the most humiliation, and are easily pleased by any sunshine. The only difference is that they never suffer from mental exhaustion; they are as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Compared to them, the Atlas, who never charged forward in battle but only sniped from behind, and then all crawled out to loot the spoils after the battle, were as slippery as a group of eels.

But Perturabo had to admit that without Atlas, who resembled the Night Lords, commanding the Lizardmen, the Empire's losses could have been an order of magnitude greater.

With some free time, Perturabo couldn't help but start to let her mind wander. She knew that due to the extremely low compatibility of the Gene-Seed, Atlas had been forced to adopt a dual-core drive mode.

In other words, this group of Atlas, who closely resemble the Night Lords, can be said to be the offspring of Mordred and Koz, according to their genetic sequences.

Did I have any offspring within Atlas?

The answer is yes, and not only that, Perturabo also knows that Atlas's Special Engineering Company, Atlas Fourth Company, uses his own Gene-Seed.

Perhaps because they had previously devoured Mordred's arm, each Primarch was inevitably infected with the Idiot Virus. Once they started having wild thoughts, they simply couldn't stop and were prone to making extremely abstract decisions.

The most typical phenomenon is getting distracted.

While not as impulsive as Mordred, whose mind was constantly racing with countless thoughts that sparked countless brilliant ideas, Mordred's ideas were still inevitably tainted.

Take, for example, Perturabo, who is currently guarding the Webway Gate and directing the legions to assist the Lizardmen in repairing the Webway.

She failed to notice that the Lizardmen who left the Webway were rapidly shrinking, and that Atlas, who had also trembled and begun to undergo bizarre mutations after leaving the Webway.

They also failed to notice that Atlas, who was hiding in the corner stealing supplies, drew his Plasma Pistol at the last moment before his sanity faded and severed the Mind Network connection.

Joseph, the Sixth Company Captain commander of the Atlas Titan cluster, is currently fighting alongside the World Eaters and following behind Angron.

In the Taran Desert, Gao Fourth Company Captain company commander, transformed into Demon Form and frantically dug holes, following the Golden Gawain Golden Word Envoy Luojia in beating up the Iron Serpent Demon.

There's also Second Company Captain Commander Goff, who commands the Atlas ships and works with Livyere to clear away the Vengeful Spirit projection.

Even those Lord of Beans underwent advanced modifications and absorbed Mordred's gene samples, including the former Black Sprouts pirates Kialan, were included.

Apart from the Seventh Company remaining inside the human Webway scavenging for trash, every Atlas, no matter where they were, stood there dumbfounded.

The insatiable hunger stemming from the Gene-Seed overwhelmed everyone's reason, causing Atlas, whose emotions were already exceptionally abundant, to lose himself in insatiable greed.

"Bang bang bang"

The continuous gunfire jolted Perturabo awake, and he saw three Atlas Sergeant firing Plasma Pistol wildly, killing the remaining Spartan Warriors.

Without any hesitation, the Primarch's terrifying speed was on full display at this moment. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Perturabo rushed to the side of the highest-ranking Atlas Sergeant and knocked the Plasma Pistol out of his hand.

"Soldier, you..."

Before Perturabo could finish speaking, he saw Atlas suddenly draw his sword, and his target was none other than Peturabo himself.

Perturabo thought the man was insane, so he grabbed him and broke his wrist, determined to get to the bottom of things.

But in that brief moment, accompanied by two gunshots and two heavy thuds, Perturabo witnessed a scene she could not comprehend.

The two Atlas who had been shooting at their own troops just moments before suddenly turned their guns on their own chins and committed suicide right in front of Perturabo.

Even more bizarre things happened next. After slaughtering his allies and then committing suicide, the only remaining Atlas Sergeant trembled all over, and pitch-black viscous liquid gushed out from the gaps in his armor, turning his Power Armor into a puddle of soft mud.

Even though he was no longer human, in the last moments of Atlas's life, he still thought about committing suicide.

A Daemon covered in black slime stretched out an arm from the clump of mud. Perturabo could see that the black slime was also corroding the Daemon, but even though it was about to be completely dissolved, the Daemon still detonated the grenade on the Atlas Sergeant's body.

However, it was too late. The grenade with the pin ripped off did not explode; instead, it was completely dissolved by the black slime.

All of this happened too suddenly. It seemed to take a long time, but not even a second had passed. Six Spartan Warriors were shot dead by friendly fire, two Atlas committed suicide, and one Atlas Sergeant turned into mud.

Perturabo soon discovered that this was not the case; the Lizardmen who had left the Webway to transport supplies were also gone, with only the empty equipment on the ground as proof that they had once existed.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

Just as Perturabo was pondering, the slime that the Atlas Sergeant had transformed into exploded, and a monster with four arms and a long tail, wrapped in layers of boiling flesh and blood, burst out.

Emerald Lightning flashed, and claws carrying a bio -Decomposition Field shot out, grabbing Perturabo's chest hard.

The Iron Halo activated instantly, blocking the sudden attack, but even so, the claws pierced through the energy shield like butter, tearing a crack in Perturabo's chest armor.

Not only Perturabo, but the Iron Warriors who came to the rescue were also attacked by a sudden attack, and the attacker was none other than Ogryn was slacking off in a corner.

Perhaps sensing that its prey was not to be trifled with, or perhaps because its remaining rationality had not yet vanished, the monster struggled and shouted at Perturabo:

Kill me!

This time, Perturabo did not hesitate and fired his heavy cannon. But as he shouted the request, the sergeant's last shred of reason vanished, and he lunged at the group of Auxilia who had not yet reacted.

Before the monster's claws could slice through the soldier, a heavy bomb shot out and struck him, blasting half of his body apart.

However, this injury, which would be fatal to any creature, did not stop the monster. Instead, it used the force to fly towards the equally mutated Ogryn.

In an instant, countless fleshy tentacles shot out, and the two monsters merged into one, resembling a growing, pitch-black sea urchin.

The temperature plummeted, and an invisible, intangible Psychic Power barrier blocked the explosive projectiles fired by the Iron Warriors, which then transformed into filthy, malevolent emerald flames that shot out in the next instant.

"Weak and powerless, grovel before this unparalleled power, Waaaagh!!"

The Iron Warriors didn't charge forward recklessly; instead, they adopted a defensive stance and continued to suppress the enemy with firepower. But someone was faster than them.

This time, Perturabo didn't hold back. Countless Lance array emerged from behind him, using his own Power Armour as a physical anchor point, and instantly turned the monster into charred remains in the violent explosion.

However, even after being burned to a crisp, the monster was not dead; instead, it continued to struggle forward.

But just as Perturabo was about to burn the monster to ashes, a round little thing rolled out from the supply crates damaged by the explosion.

Without any hesitation, the moment it saw the coin, even knowing it would be burned to ashes the next second, the monster leaped forward, leaving only a strange cry echoing in the flames:

"I found this!"

The anomalies continued, and Tom was the first to react. He discovered that his adjutant, who had just left the Webway to collect supplies and was chatting and boasting with him, had suddenly fallen silent, and then the light spots in the Mind Network rapidly dissipated.

His doubts quickly turned into unease, for he discovered that none of his combat brothers who had left the Webway had returned—not the Space Marine, nor the Spartan, nor even the Lizardmen.

This unease compelled Tom to take a step, wanting to leave the Webway and go out to see what was happening, but at the last moment before he stepped out the door, a giant steel hand descended from the sky, gripped his head tightly, and shoved him back.

Your Highness?

Looking at Perturabo, who was staring at him with a hostile expression and scrutinizing eyes, Tom paused for a moment at the claw mark on the Primarch's chest, which was stained with high concentration of Chaos energy residue, and subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword.

Similarly, Perturabo was also observing Tom in front of him, and the group of Atlas who were also holding weapons and silently pointing their guns at him and the Iron Warriors.

After a silence lasting 0.1 seconds, Perturabo finally released his grip:

"Don't be impulsive. Your situation is very dangerous. Everyone stay in the Webway and no one is allowed to leave. I'm taking over Atlas now."

"What happened?"

Without questioning the Primarch's orders, Tom's biggest question now was: what had happened, and why were his brothers disappearing one by one?

"I don't know either, but what I do know is that you cannot leave the Webway. All Atlas who have left the Webway, whether they are Lizardmen, Space Marine, or Spartan, have undergone severe mutations and completely lost their minds."

Perturabo paused for a moment after saying this, because he noticed that during the sudden chaos, the Dog-men, who also belonged to Atlas, had not shown any abnormalities.

Not only the Dog-men, but also the Ogryn did not undergo any mutation.

No, Perturabo suddenly remembered that not all Ogryn were problem-free; the Ogryn that had problems were the very special individuals she had been specifically looking into.

After all, it's extremely rare to find someone like Ogryn who can use Psychic Power. She even mocked Magnus, saying that this could very well be your long-lost offspring, only now faded.

Perturabo seemed to realize something; he suddenly remembered the secret force that the Emperor had Malcador assemble before he ascended the Golden Throne.

"If I'm not mistaken, something should have happened to your father."

Or rather, it's quite possible that you 732 people are all the existing Atlas...

"Impossible! Our father Invincible Under Heaven; no one can kill him."

Tom interrupted Perturabo, but in the Mind Network he commanded all Atlas to lay down their weapons:

"We obey orders, but I'd like to know what became of my men who left the Webway? Atlas is innocent; even you cannot slander us."

Perturabo showed remarkable patience in the face of this last group of Atlas:

"Your subordinates have all undergone severe mutations, roughly resembling the monster form your father transformed into, but with the addition of a pair of bat wings."

They even inherited some of Koz's prophetic abilities, allowing them to dodge my attacks in advance. But for some reason, they all have one thing in common—it's strange, which is why I suspect Mordred might have problems."

Perturabo held a full-weight Perturabo in his hand and placed it in front of Tom, then closed his eyes.

When Tom opened his eyes again, sure enough, the gold coin that had been in his palm was now in Tom hand, and even Atlas had been some distance away, suddenly surrounded him.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, and looking at Perturabo's "I knew it would happen" expression, even a seasoned veteran like Tom couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"No, I... I thought you didn't want it anymore. This doesn't mean anything at all."

"What if that's the case?"

Seeing that Tom was still stubborn, Perturabo took out a handful of gold coins, each one weighing exactly what it was, made of 50% Adamantium and 50% pure gold.

Regardless of the era, as a product of supernova explosions, gold has always been a high-quality material for electronic devices. As for Adamantium, it goes without saying that it retains its value no matter where in the empire it is.

When this large handful of gold coins was produced, all the Atlas's eyes widened, and their gazes followed wherever Perturabo's hand gestured.

As the gold coins clattered to the ground, the Iron Warriors witnessed a truly comical scene: their group of large cousins were all bent over, frantically picking them up from the ground.

This further confirms Perturabo's suspicions: something must have happened to Mordred, otherwise Atlas wouldn't have turned into that kind of monster.

Meanwhile, just as Perturabo realized that Atlas was in trouble, Magnus, looking at the Beneath the Golden Throne shuddered.

Father, are you alright?

"..."

Two-in-one