Drink It, This Is Your Inevitable Fate!

In this dark and profound galaxy, only war is eternal.

As one of the most well-established First Founding in the current empire, the Blood Angels did not fully comply with the "Astar Codex Astartes" written by Guilliman, but instead bypassed its regulations in a very clever way.

And this method was none other than the reserve force that Guilliman had readily deployed when he turned his back on the throne, which consisted of 200,000 troops.

Thanks to Sanguinius' good reputation back then, even though Yellow Skins, whose biological father was less educated than the Giant Shark Old Man next door, was quite fond of Ninth Brother, even though he couldn't speak human language.

Centered on Baal, the entire Stygian Sector can be considered the domain of the Great Angel, a kind of state within a state, much like the Ultramar 500 Worlds.

In addition, thanks to the billions of dollars in subsidies and aid from Atlas back then, Baal wasn't a radiation wasteland like in the original Timeline. Apart from being a bit poor, the environment was quite good, and he was completely self-sufficient.

The High Lord would certainly not allow the existence of such a state within a state. The Empire does not have only a million Space Marine; rather, the Council can only control a million Space Marine.

After Guilliman went into slumber, the first thing to be cut was the Ultramarines, who were dismantled more than the air inside a Lay's potato chip.

But where there's a will, there's a way. The various Chapter, having realized the Empire's decay and corruption, began to take various countermeasures, such as cooperating with the Adeptus Mechanicus as students, the Black Templars's never-ending expeditions, unarmored reserve troops, and even the bizarre operation of using Dog-men to embezzle funds and start their own separate organizations.

Ironically, in the early stages of the Great Crusade, all the legions preferred to recruit soldiers from the Death World because recruiters believed that the soldiers selected from such Death World were stronger.

But what's abstract is that the recruitment methods of each legion are quite bizarre. The Space Wolves conducts ancestral trials, the Blood Angels have to trek across the Death Desert, and even the kind-hearted Black Uncle has to hunt Salamanders.

Space Marine during the Great Crusade were not as valuable as they are today; they were essentially common soldiers, considered expendable.

This conscription model is completely unscientific, or rather, it's all about suffering for the sake of suffering, just like the messed-up state of the empire.

But this recruitment model was soon changed, especially after the Ullanor Crusade, because other legions witnessed Guilliman's amazing maneuvering, losing 100,000 Space Marine only to turn around and produce 150,000.

In that era of large-scale warfare, the number of personnel was everything, and various legions carried out reforms, including the Blood Angels.

However, with the issuance of the Astartes Codex, this more efficient recruitment method was reverted. It's not that the current Astartes are inferior to the veterans of the expedition; on the contrary, the individual quality of the current Astartes soldiers is actually stronger than it was back then.

This is determined by the mode of warfare: one is a massive army war, and the other is special operations involving internal security and small-team raids. Large-scale, head-on national wars like the Randan War are rare, or practically nonexistent.

But if you throw today's Canned One and Canned One from 10,000 years ago into a battle royale, nine times out of ten the survivors will be Legion veterans. This result is counterintuitive, but it is true, because modern Space Marine all have one common characteristic: they are more like Atlas.

However, this is the opposite. It possesses the rigidity of the Imperial Fists, the chaotic fighting of the Iron Warriors, the mindless boarding of the Son of the Emperor, the dullness of the Ultramarines, the slow reaction of the Salamanders, the savagery of the Space Wolves, the arrogance of the Iron Hands, and even the astonishing wisdom of the Thousand Sons, complementing the left and right hemispheres of Hydra.

This is a perfect example of how counterinsurgency warfare can cripple a nation. Despite having excellent individual soldier skills, once the scale of the war expands, they resort to Abstract Maneuver.

This is why Zhuang Sen and Mordred suddenly appeared in Baal and were the first to take command.

Because of this long-standing counterinsurgency campaign, the Empire has never fought a full-scale war like this before, and it can't even afford to. The High Lord dare not send their legions back, and the young men are disappointing, making foolish mistakes at every turn.

But not anymore. With the Great Rift unfolding, the Empire split in two, both now in the Imperium Nihilus. I don't care about High Lord that.

Moreover, Mordred, the most severe father of this imperial official, has already written these swarms of Vermin into the Book of Grudges. Upon returning to Terra, the first thing he must do is kill them, launch a purge, and bloodily cleanse Holy Terra and the Sol Sector.

As for Zhuang Sen, needless to say, Space Wolves is at least a military policeman, while Dark Angels is directly an anti-terrorism force.

With these two ruthless individuals present, Dante felt he had never had such a wonderful start in less than a week.

It felt amazing to have someone tall supporting us. Along with the arrival of the Dark Angels came not only 10,000 Space Marine, but also a powerful fleet led by the Invincible Truth.

What pleased Dante even more was that his strange Second Uncle, Mordred, had taken over the logistics of the Blood Angels with the help of his 312 seemingly dim-witted cousins and had transferred a large amount of supplies over.

And that wasn't all. With the arrival of the Stone Fortress, Mordred's Forge Factory began operating around the clock, continuing to expand the garrison's armaments.

The transport ships, urgently dispatched, carried loads of supplies to the Stone Fortress, and then transported various other supplies downstream. Their efficiency and cleanliness, like an ant colony, were an extreme sight that pleased the Blood Angels.

This naiveté and lack of worldliness pleased the Dark Angels, even though they had been like this not long ago.

As the Swarm drew ever closer, a dark shadow gradually spread toward the Stygian Sector. The eternal hunger that devoured everything drove many Psyker offline and insane, attracting a number of Chaos Daemons, which Mordred feasted on.

Thanks to the selfless contributions of his Warp dwellers, Mordred was able to construct the Chaos Energy Furnace.

Mordred's true intention was to summon offspring. The war destroyed Atlas, but Atlas did not perish; the souls of characters like Goff, the Khan, Gawain, Rambo, and Kialan still exist.

But he can't summon it now, because the relic containing Atlas's soul is not on him; it's hidden in the most dangerous yet safest place.

Even so, it was enough. With the Chaos Energy Furnace, Mordred didn't need to deplete her own Fel Energy reserves. Thanks to the generous contributions of her fellow Warp dwellers, a large amount of Chaos Energy Crystal were put into the fermentation tank to create Orange Juice with Pulp and poured into Elemental Bottles made from living Daemon.

The quality is definitely not as good as handmade ones, but at least it can be mass-produced, and one can be provided to every Astartes. The only drawback is that the Tyranid don't have many souls to absorb, but that's not a problem. As long as war breaks out, there will be plenty of deaths.

As for whether others will be offended by this, Mordred will not reveal this little secret. Besides, the Blood Angels have already drunk blood, so they probably won't care about this flaw.

The only thing that annoyed Mordred was the Necron beside him:

"I advise you not to even think about stealing my foot bath water. Even if you're Necron, you can still be corrupted by Fel Energy. And as a Necron Overlord, it's one thing to be utterly useless, but what are you doing following me around like that?"

Zalasus snorted coldly. Having contributed a full 8,000 troops, this Necron Overlord was allowed to remain in Baal under the Mechanicus. Faced with Mordred's warning, he reluctantly laid down the Chaos Energy Crystal.

"I am not skilled in martial arts; I am an artist. Back in the day, my paintings were famous throughout the empire and were highly sought after."

"And what about your masterpiece?"

I failed the exam.

"Pfft."

Such blatant mockery ignited a surge of anger in Zalasus, but he quickly suppressed this strange, inappropriate emotion and continued following Mordred around.

"You born evil, C'tan cub. You may fool others, but you can't fool me. You long for war to break out more than anyone else, so you can satisfy your appetite."

"Shut up, old Deng. If you weren't such a loser, I would have dismantled you and sold you for parts long ago. And let me correct you, I Am Not a God!"

Ignoring the tagalong, Mordred and his good brother walked to the front of the stage. Below them were Blood Angels, Dark Angels, and a mixed army of 30,000 Atlas warriors, each holding a cup of Fel Energy Essence.

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, the viscous green liquid churning with eerie bubbles still made Dante feel physically uncomfortable.

But Mordred didn't care about that, and directly scooped a full cup from the large pot in front of her and handed it to Dante:

"Drink it, and this is your inevitable fate!"

"Then, Your Highness, what is the price?"

"As handsome as me!"