Guilliman with a K

With a Roared, Carnifex, hundreds of meters tall, burst out of its shell.

Perhaps due to consuming too many Tyran Rex, Mordred's form underwent a second transformation.

Its body was covered in a thick, despairing chitinous shell. The neck, which should have been as elegant and slender as a dragon's, had disappeared, becoming unusually short and thick, with two thin, sharp horns pointing skyward.

Perhaps to preserve its original appearance and let people know that it is Mordred, the behemoth still has four thick arms, and even to show its identity, it has a tuft of Little Blondie on its head.

Because of his overly human appearance, the human defenders couldn't immediately tell whether he was friend or foe. But when Mordred killed a Zerg Titan with a single Chaos Breath, the human defenders immediately recognized him as their father.

The saying goes, "Bigger is better, more is better," and these colossal beasts, reaching heights of over 100 meters, greatly boosted the morale of the human defenders.

However, this was far from over. As Mordred transformed into his behemoth form, a vibrant green Chaos Breath pierced the sky.

A complex and bizarre summoning circle emerged from the clouds, raining down streaks of fire and meteors that crashed into the boundless Chitinous Swarm before them.

The Beast that had slumbered for millennia awakened once more, and with the fall of Fel Energy meteors, grotesque Daemon with four arms and long tails descended upon the real world.

This is just the Burning Legion's vanguard, but even so, it's enough.

Driven by Mordred, this fearless Legion Demon plunged into the swarm of insects, giving these country bumpkins from Extragalactic Systems a good taste of Warp excrement.

Dante witnessed this scene, but he said nothing. This Primarch had already stopped pretending; he was just Daemon, after all, an ally!

But the Fate-shaping Hive Queen didn't think so. Ever since it came to this Milky Way, it had been constantly frustrated, with all sorts of monsters and demons emerging.

The first to appear were the skeletons on the outskirts of the Milky Way. These dead things had no flesh on them, and they were impossible to kill or wipe out. In particular, their weapons were a perfect counter to the Swarm. As long as they were hit, they would decompose into basic particles, thus tying down most of the Swarm's main force.

Forced to take a detour, their tentacles stumbled upon that monstrous thing crouching outside the Milky Way.

According to the intelligence provided by the Genestealer, this thing is called the C'tan, and just by squatting there, it makes the entire Hive Fleet keep its distance.

The Swarm has encountered C'tan before; these strange energy entities are not unique to the Milky Way. But why is it so large? It's different from the ones the Swarm have encountered elsewhere.

What can we do? We'll just have to take another detour!

After finally going around in circles, I felt like I could finally have a good meal, but then I ran into a bunch of damn Orks bastards.

This was the first time the Tyranid had suffered a loss in a war of attrition. Forced to act, the Hive Fleet Leviathan tentacles scattered around could only support that damned world called Orctavius.

Persistence pays off. The Norn Queen finally found the perfect path. As long as they devoured the organisms in front of them, they would have enough resources to sail into the heart of the Empire.

I tolerated everything before, but what's with these Daemons in front of me?

The Great Devourer knew that there were energy entities called Daemon in the Warp, so the Fate-shaping Hive Queen, as a tentacle node, also knew this, but that didn't mean the Norn Queen wanted to fight these worthless creatures.

After all, the insects' target is biological matter, and the Daemon are cleaner than those Necron. Unless the insects can grow organs that rely entirely on consuming Warp Energy to survive, fighting the Daemon is a losing proposition.

As a creation at the pinnacle of biotechnology, the Queen of Norn Queen shouldn't have had so many inner thoughts, but for some reason, Norn Queen has undergone unusual changes since arriving in this godforsaken place called the Milky Way.

Especially after arriving in Baal, he was first disturbed by the Sons of Baal, then encountered Mordred, that freak, and oh yes, that treacherous the Beast that always appeared with the thick fog.

After careful calculations, the Norn Queen came to the conclusion that if they lingered in this place any longer, the biomass they consumed would be insufficient to cover their needs, and they might not even be able to reach Orctavius before starving to death on the way.

But what annoyed the Norn Queen was that the Hive Mind kept urging her to capture that monster.

This urging annoyed the Norn Queen, which was strange, but this feeling arose nonetheless, and it intensified as the biomass contaminated by Chaos Energy Corruption was collected one by one.

But the Swarm is still the Swarm, and the power of the Hive Mind is limitless. A mere Norn Queen cannot disobey the orders of the Great Devourer and can only begin to divert biomass reserves meant for flight fuel to continue massing troops, throwing herself into this meaningless war of attrition.

However, the Norn Queen overlooked a crucial factor: the half of the Tyrant's head that Mordred had been munching on as a snack.

This advanced unit was very beneficial, not only restoring Mordred's mana but also connecting him to the Swarm network.

Although the Great Devourer was extremely magnificent, Mordred was no pushover either. With his 88,000 headphones, Master Mordred could monitor the Norn Queen's every move.

With a single stomp, the unfortunate Executioners was killed. Without wasting a single drop, the poor fellow was pulled into Mordred's body by the fleshy tentacles that spread from his skin, further expanding the enormous size of this savage beast.

With the aid of the Mind Network, Mordred invaded his good friend Zhuang Sen's mind. "Stop charging! That stupid bug is trying to go all in. Quickly retreat and defend the base. I'm about to unleash my ultimate move."

After thousands of years of evolution, the Lion King is no longer the barbarian he once was. Although he is still somewhat barbaric, at least he no longer hisses for no reason.

Seeing the group of bizarre Daemon who looked exactly like Mordred, practically scaled down, holding the line, the Lion King immediately ordered all the defenders to retreat.

Perhaps due to consuming too many Chaos Energy Crystal, the Dark Angels and the Blood Angels inevitably exhibited some characteristics of Atlas, and even while retreating, they did not forget to scavenge for supplies.

The scattered ammunition was manageable, but some people also picked up a pile of scrap metal, chitinous armor from some insects, and even some odds and ends like living bone blades.

During the steady retreat, some Techmarine, in a moment of impulsiveness and under some strange ideology, actually stuck these bio-armored items onto their bodies. Even more abstractly, these Living Weapons could actually be used.

But none of that matters. What matters is that as more and more Legion Demon are summoned, the Baal resistance finally has a chance to catch its breath.

No one was going to waste this precious gap. The engineers, who had been waiting for a long time, poured out of the fortress to repair the fortress bunkers that had been torn apart by the insects and carried box after box of ammunition to reload the weapons.

Thirteen minutes later, the Swarm's second wave of attack arrived instantly.

The Hormagaunt, which were originally used for grinding experience, have disappeared and been replaced by the more agile Termagant with ranged attack capabilities. The Titan units, such as the Insect Saint, which were completely countered by Mordred, have also vanished. In their place, a degraded version of the Hive Tyrant and its matching Biovore Executioners are mass-produced.

Without giving the Queen of Norn Queen a chance to cause trouble, after obtaining such a massive amount of material, the Star God Fragment from the Burning One was completely digested, and Mordred unleashed his ultimate move.

As his first battle after returning to the Empire, Mordred certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to show off. He trotted over to the fortress, Mordred arrogant Roared echoing throughout the sky:

"Grave-tip Annihilation, end everything!"

Accompanied by the name of this seemingly powerful but actually mysterious attack, countless fleshy tentacles burning with emerald green flames burst forth from Mordred's body, piercing into the bodies of every Tyranid in front of him at a speed that completely defied the Physical Laws.

The emerald flames originating from the Burning One ignore defenses; any insect pierced by the tentacles will undergo a secondary implosion, continuing to spray tentacles outwards. Even gargoyles, which are aerial units, cannot avoid this.

In an instant, the previously chaotic battlefield fell silent. From the perspective of Psyker, one would see that the Warp Shadow that had been shrouding Baal were being gradually devoured by some dark, illusory tentacles.

But this was only the maximum Mordred could do at the moment. This ultimate move consumed all of his Fel Energy reserves, and as his fleshy tentacles retracted, his entire body once again transformed into a Flesh Giant Egg.

At this very moment, just as at that very moment, gazing upon the Flesh Giant Egg standing in the center of the battlefield, everyone knew that a new round of War of Attrition was about to begin.

Thus, whenever the battlefield reaches its climax, Mordred, having eaten her fill, will emerge from her shell again, unleashing a powerful attack to clear out all the minions in front of her, before falling back into hibernation.

Repeatedly, back and forth, by the time the 82nd day arrived, not only the human defenders but even the Tyranid had become numb.

Everyone wants to win, but no one can win. Without air superiority, the defenders cannot stop the Swarm to plunder the surrounding world.

Meanwhile, the Chapter fleet, launching a fierce attack from the outside, locked down the Zerg hive.

This War of Attrition lasted for two and a half years. The Dark Angels and Blood Angels suffered heavy casualties from top to bottom, the Auxilia were reduced to less than one-tenth, and the total fleet of the two Chapter was wiped out by 70%. The entire Baal was completely reduced to a dead star.

But it was all worth it. The Swarm finally couldn't hold on any longer, but just as the Great Counteroffensive was about to begin and the dawn of victory was approaching, an unexpected event occurred.

After two and a half years of painstakingly clearing the Nakmund Corridor, the Ultramarines finally arrived in Baal. Facing the dying Hive Fleet, Guilliman knew his chance had come.

"On my command, all troops, launch a full-scale attack!"