Look Directly At Me, Plant!

Tallarn, an obscure little world.

Like other planets colonized by humans, Tallarn has no special products, and even its star system is empty.

The only thing of value is that there is a stable Warp route in its vicinity.

It's called a stable shipping route, but it's really just a stable route, similar to a dirt road in the countryside—you can drive on it, but it's very slow.

For the wealthy and Human Federation, which possesses countless sea routes, this route is rather useless.

During the colonial wave of the Dark Age of Technology, although it was a small rural place, Tallarn still benefited from the existence of this dirt road, keeping the world's technological level at a mediocre level.

Its main function was to exile criminals, similar to the ancient practice of banishing them to Lingnan.

When the Iron Men Rebellion broke out, Tallarn was spared because the area had little strategic value.

However, with the arrival of a sudden Warp storm, the Human Federation was completely torn apart, and humanity entered the Eternal Night. Countless Xenos races and technological warlords who had previously been enslaved by the Federation came to the scene, and the era of the Tallarn people living a carefree life came to an end.

Although the era of simply getting by was over, the Tallarn did not succumb to despair; instead, they withstood the Warp storm for a full 3,000 years.

Moreover, each generation of Planetary Governor is the kind of superhuman hero who descends from the heavens, whose anthropomorphism completely surpasses that of the current imperial nobility.

Perhaps there is some story behind the place Tallarn. After struggling to survive for 3,000 years, Tallarn's natural resources were on the verge of depletion. Then they discovered that the never-ending Warp storm had subsided, and a human regime calling itself an empire had emerged.

As the Warp storm raged, the former Warp routes were completely disrupted, and the dirt road that the Federation had looked down upon became the only stable route for fast travel in the area.

Even more fortunately, the first person to discover Tallarn was none other than Atlas, who was also just coasting along. It was like two peas in a pod falling in love at first sight.

With the Human Federation, their Big Daddy, fallen, Atlas, their Fealty heir, has returned to Tallarn.

Faced with the sudden surge of paternal love, the Tallarn readily embraced the Empire, and Atlas reciprocated by developing Tallarn into the Legion's most important distribution center for supplies in the Storm Sector.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Tallarn are quite remarkable. Unlike other Imperial World, which are dark and cruel, where the entire world serves Atlas and people live a miserable life of working 10 hours a day and having weekends off.

However, as the Great Heresy unfolded, Tallarn, as an important distribution center for supplies, became a battleground. The once beautiful world was destroyed by the Virus Bomb and turned into a desolate wasteland.

Relying on the armored vehicles placed within Atlas, the Tallarn did not give up hope and began to cooperate with the Word Bearers and the Iron Hands in the largest ground armored confrontation the Empire had ever waged.

The number of armored vehicles that Tallarn possesses is probably lost even to Atlas, but it is enough to arm at least three Space Marine Legion and their accompanying Auxilia.

On a land shrouded in layers of deadly virus, the gap between Space Marine and mortals is minimized. Under the equally deadly virus, everyone must rely on armored vehicles.

Luojia could only laugh at Ferrus's brainless act of dropping Virus Bomb.

Anyway, Tallarn lacks everything except armored vehicles. Today, let's see what the Empire's strongest spear is like.

As expected, under the endless torrent of steel, the Iron Hands, known for its firepower advantage, was completely locked in Tallarn. The fake body that had taken over Ferrus's body was even more brutally beaten to the ground by Luojia Jia, who had transformed into the Golden Word Envoy.

"Fight your mother! If I don't whip your breasts until they burst today, I'm not Luojia!"

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Fealty can be considered to have won a resounding victory.

Just when the Word Bearers were about to achieve final victory, a sudden change occurred, and the Atlas Fourth Company, who remained in Tallarn, instantly erupted into internal strife.

Before anyone could react, Atlas turned his gun on his comrade-in-arms, killing him in the process.

When Luojia arrived at the scene, she only saw Gawain, who was no longer human, surrounded by Atlas with his head chopped off and gradually turning into foam.

"Tell my father I'm not a coward!"

These were Gawain's last words, after which he completely transformed into a crazed, bloodthirsty the Beast.

As Atlas descended into madness, an indescribable, inexplicable whisper began to rage among the Word Bearers, and even the Iron Hands, already corrupted by Chaos, exhibited this phenomenon.

If we were to name the Primarch who had the most mindless yearning for Mordred, it would undoubtedly be Luojia.

But looking at Gawain, who had completely turned into the Beast, Luojia did not lose control. Instead, after a brief moment of distraction, he fell into endless rage.

"No, this isn't real!"

The more she had longed for him, the angrier she was now. Luojia couldn't accept that her brother had become such a monstrous figure; this must be the Four Gods' scheme.

But this last glimmer of hope was shattered by the Emperor's orders. Atlas had been identified as the enemy, and if Mordred, who was now completely driven by instinct, could not be eliminated, the Empire would be finished.

More abstractly, this time it wasn't just the Empire that was gathering troops to head to Tallarn; even the corrupted legions possessed by Chaos were beginning to cease hostilities and regroup under the orders of their respective Chaos God masters.

After all, it is in the Physical World, where there are dimensional barriers that suppress Atlas, which cannot multiply rapidly by relying on the northwest wind as it could in the Warp.

The Emperor was anxious, but the Four Merchants were even more anxious. Atlas's destruction in the Physical World was far less than that in the Warp. The Burning Legion had already torn a large chunk of their demonic realm, and that relentless, corrupt Chaos Energy was impossible to erase.

There is only one way to resolve this Burning Crusade: kill Mordred before he becomes a god and locks himself into a single body.

If Mordred cannot be defeated and he truly becomes the fifth Chaos God, it will not be a four-on-one situation, but a four-on-two situation, Dark King will be born instantly.

Looking at the headless Senior Sister had been fighting to the death with him just moments before, but had now instantly become an ally, Luojia felt that the world had gone mad, but it was indeed the case.

"Darling, don't look at me like that. In my world, you are the Grand Patriarch of our Black Legion. How can you disown your brother like this in the blink of an eye?"

"Shut up, you bastard! You're not Ferrus at all. You're just a fake who stole his body. I'm sparing your life because there are more dangerous enemies, not because I'm being merciful."

The thought of standing in the same trench with you makes me feel fucking disgusted, you androgynous thing."

Faced with Luojia's mockery, Ferrus did not become angry. Instead, he turned his gaze to the Aberrant that Roared to the sky amidst the Orbital Bombardment:

"I did steal Ferrus's body, but so what? Survival of the fittest, natural selection, the weak should be eliminated."

You greenhouse flowers, so perfectly protected, can't even imagine the torment we once faced.

Just as at that time, you must ultimately couple with Chaos in the face of this mad the Beast.

You can fool others, but don't fool yourself. With that glowing aura you had earlier, can you honestly say you didn't use Warp power?

Every Primarch is essentially a sub-god of the Warp, and so should we.

Faced with Ferrus's questioning, Luojia simply replied, "I Am Not a God!"

"I hope you'll always remember this, or you'll regret it someday."

In Ferrus's eyes, Luojia was a stubborn and foolish bastard, so naive and ridiculous, just like himself in the past.

"But you're not wrong either. The Four Gods here are indeed not as generous as I remember them. They've turned into filthy, rotten mud, just like my father."

As the words fell, the Aberrant that had withstood the Orbital Bombardment for a full five minutes was finally reduced to ashes.

But everyone knew that Atlas Fourth Company, who was once known for his "honesty and simple ways," was not dead and would soon reappear on the battlefield.

This scenario wasn't limited to the Fourth Company; in their final moments of Sanity Collapsed, all the Atlas who had been separated from the group chose to end their own lives.

This may not change anything, but at least it can prevent them from destroying the empire they have built. As Mordred gets closer, this last bit of Fealty will be lost.

Fealty or not, all Space Marine Legion began their march toward Tallarn under the orders of the Emperor and the Four Merchants.

This was a race against time. In order to get the Imperial ships to arrive as quickly as possible, the Four Merchants abandoned all shame and simply dragged the ships towards Tallarn.

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness was laughable, but now that things are going badly behind him, what good is his pride?

When the Emperor's Dream arrived over Tallarn, almost all the legions had already arrived, except for the Ultramarines and the Thousand Sons Imperial Fists who remained in Terra.

Five hours remained until the appointed time, but at this moment, the Lion King, who was dragging Mordred around in circles, truly couldn't hold on any longer and had no choice but to start the battle ahead of schedule.

As a damp, cold, and somewhat weak fog appeared over Tallarn, the Dark Angels's Invincible Truth and the Blood Angels's Red Tear came into view.

Without any hesitation, they quickly ordered the ships to move out of the firing range; Zhuang Sen and Sanguinius did not want to die from friendly fire.

Time ticked by, and as the thick fog dissipated, five minutes after the two legions had arrived in Tallarn, Mordred, who was supposed to appear, did not show up.

According to Zhuang Sen's deduction, Mordred, who was now completely dominated by instinct, would never give up this tempting prize.

Moreover, during their previous escape, he had figured out a pattern: as long as they escaped, Mordred would definitely appear beside them within five minutes.

Not only was Zhuang Sen puzzled, but even the Emperor was at a loss. Only Fulgrim's eyes sharpened instantly, as if he were recalling some unpleasant memories.

When facing an enemy, what's the first thing Mordred thinks of doing?

An invisible phantom pain prompted Fulgrim to slap his thigh, grab the communicator, and roar:

"Change course, change course, it's behind us!"

Even if he's lost his mind, would he still choose to backstab someone? Mordred, you bastard!

As expected, following Fulgrim's warning, a verdant grassland that had solidified into a tangible form suddenly appeared behind the Allied Forces. Countless fleshy tentacles tore through space, dragging the fleshy nebula into the world before them.

Perhaps it was the sight of that Golden Giant aboard the Emperor's Dream that caused Mordred, despite having lost her reason and being consumed by instinct, to utter a whisper:

"Father?"

Even in this state, her Second Son still recognized her. But before the Emperor could even Moved for a few seconds, a thick, dark green breath slammed into the Emperor's Dream.

"Traitor, liar, good-for-nothing, slave, Yellow Skins, woof woof woof..."

Look me straight in the eye, plant it!!!