Limited-Time Gold Card, Truly Too Much Room for Maneuver

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This is the 471st day since the outbreak of the Plague War. According to the Terra calendar, today is January 13th, which is also one of the Empire's two most important holidays, namely the Ascension Day of Sanguinius.

But today is destined to be a long day.

There was no laughter or celebration, only a boiling earth and a burning sky. If hell truly existed, then what one could see at this moment was what hell looked like.

A young nun in a priestess robe, with tears in her eyes, carefully peeled off her sister's skin and filled the skin, which had been defiled by the mark of desecration, with holy oil and the Purity Seal.

This world is called Konor, Forge World named after Lord Regent Guilliman's adoptive father. It is where King Konnor's remains are buried, but now this world is engulfed in war and has been plundered by a Slaanesh warband.

Falling into the hands of Khorne Daemons means death; falling into the hands of the Tyranid means becoming food; but falling into the hands of Slaaneshi Daemon means a fate worse than death.

For Slaanesh, Slaaneshi Daemon in every way, the pursuit is the ultimate depravity and torment, and the humans above Konor are merely sacrifices to be toyed with at will.

Shadows continued to fall from the clouds in the sky, and the anti-aircraft firepower that covered the planet fired incessantly. Shells pierced into the light gray clouds, splattering streaks of blood, and were evaporated by the heat before they even hit the ground.

Orks, Roared incoherent slogans, attacked from afar, clashing with the Khorne army, which was already in a frenzy Deathmark's dimensional pockets flashed out from the corners, picking off one Tyran Synapse Creature after another.

These Xenos invaded their homeland, and Chaos Daemons wreaked havoc on this sacred place, and they could do nothing to save it.

With a single blow, Luojia smashed the Plague Walker beneath her feet. She looked at the Battle Sisters who was Confession. She wanted to say something, but couldn't bring herself to speak, because there were just too many such incidents, and she simply didn't have the time.

Next, they will step into the Forge Factory, into the deadly land known as the Hive City, to kill the opportunistic Chaos Warlords, to kill the abominable Xenos, and to kill every enemy in their sight.

"Angeltæ, how long will it take for Guilliman's reinforcements to arrive?"

"Report to Mother, they still have nine hours to go!"

This number made Luojia uneasy. Perhaps thinking of something, Angeltæ added, "Mother, don't worry, I specifically called for reinforcements nine hours in advance. I had already calculated that the Ultramarines would be late, and I also called for another reinforcement."

"Well done! Guilliman can't even be late protecting his own Old Man's grave, what a jerk! Which reinforcements did you call?"

"It's the Dark Angels!"

Upon hearing this name, Luojia became even more uneasy. After repeatedly confirming that Angeltæ had only just requested assistance, he immediately issued an order for everyone to retreat as soon as possible. They were to abandon the planned objective and instead evacuate the crowd first.

Like all legions, the Word Bearers prioritize efficiency and avoid the ridiculous "you go! I won't go" or "you go! I won't go" situations.

Life is only once, everyone wants to live, and everyone wants to be the first to board the landing craft of the Word Bearers.

Among them were those who chose to hold their ground and cover the rear, and others who tried to cheat and get on the ship early. The multifaceted nature of humanity was on full display, and even riots broke out.

The solution to this problem is quite simple; it just involves wasting a few explosive rounds.

The Ultramar 500 Worlds has become a quagmire, a result of both natural disaster and human error. The people here are living too comfortably, so comfortably that they have forgotten they are in an empire.

Because everyone worships the boys of God, the Word Bearers become the most effective weapon when facing the great enemy of Chaos, to the point that they, like the Dark Angels, become separated from the main force.

The five Primarchs led five fleets, converging on Ultramar like five fingers.

Although the Plague War was fought hastily, the Expeditionary Fleet was not unprepared.

With Mordred's connections, a large amount of information about the Xenos and Chaos was released, with special pamphlets for each type of Xenos and each type of Daemon available for reference.

The Expeditionary Force, having undergone initial re-equipment, proved the effectiveness of the Second Founding. The Primaris Space Marine were quite strong and were not likely to die instantly upon entering the increasingly brutal battlefield.

The Astra Militarum has also undergone a preliminary equipment replacement, with T3 powered exoskeletons bearing the Atlas insignia being issued to platoon-level units.

Each platoon has at least two heavy firepower Assault Troopers equipped with powered exoskeletons to operate heavy logging guns that ordinary soldiers cannot handle.

The Forge Factory the Serenity 50 Worlds are working overtime to produce goods. The brutal war is exploiting every worker, and even the Machine Spirit are beginning to groan in pain.

War is a catalyst for technology; more and more weapons are being deployed on the battlefield, which is the best testing ground.

As the man behind Mordred, Goff has never rested a single day since the start of the Plague War. He is now on the verge of death from exhaustion, but Atlas's powerful regenerative abilities prevent him from dying.

The Forge Factory Roared, cargo ships darted through the Webway, and the new generation of Atlas was still a bit unaccustomed to this high-intensity work. The veterans who had fought the whole game had already begun to steal a break from their busy schedules, seizing every opportunity to rest.

This is definitely not a short-lived battle, but a full-scale war affecting this sector, multiple races, and even the Sea of Souls.

The intensity of the Great Crusade Expedition has returned, but in a way that no one wants to see again.

Space Marine are no longer rare Death Angel; on the battlefield of this apocalyptic war, there are far too many weapons capable of killing them.

The Genestealer tearing claws, the Aeldari's monomolecular blade, the Orks's old water pipe enhanced with the My Thinking Power, and the Bloodletters's bloodthirsty magic sword that cuts through Adamantium like butter.

Not to mention the Necron. The Gauss beams used by the Necron minions can decompose Adamantium into elementary particles with just one hit. Armored bullets are completely useless against them, and all their attacks deal true damage.

Perhaps this is why the Aeldari abandoned their heavy armor and instead became obsessed with evasive maneuvers.

With the last ship of "cargo" leaving Konor, the Word Bearers did not linger and chose to evacuate as the ground battlefield fell.

Thirteen minutes later, the Dark Angels arrived in this world, and the Lion King's figure appeared on the Holographic Projection.

As expected, after confirming with Luojia that Konor had completely fallen, he immediately issued Exterminatus without hesitation.

Before the Xenos fleet could close in, 13 Virus Bomb rained down from the sky. These Virus Bomb, specially customized by Mordred and filled with a large number of Chaos Energy Crystal, caused a ghostly green death fog to spread across the entire planet upon detonation.

And then, fueled by a small spark from some Orks warlord wanting to ignite a mushroom, the whole world was set ablaze.

Through the Divine Seal Spire aboard the ship, information from every battlefield is transmitted via the Divine Seal Network to the Abomination, ultimately connecting to Guilliman, or Mordred, who sits on the Steel Throne.

Yes, that's right. Although Mordred often says that he's not good at commanding and always acts as Hero Unit jumping into the battlefield, that's because Goff is there to back him up, so he doesn't have to use his brain at all.

But not using your brain doesn't mean Mordred is bad. After all, the facilities are there, and the Little Bluebird class every night has never been missed. His good brother Carlos really teaches, and he teaches practical stuff.

Don't underestimate Mordred; he's a Warmaster, after all, and commanding an expedition is no problem for him.

Moreover, Mordred not only had to oversee the overall situation from the rear, but he also had to manage logistics, transportation, material allocation, troop replenishment, weapons maintenance, technology research and development, and even the meals for frontline soldiers.

As for why Mordred occupied Guilliman's body?

On the one hand, Mordred knows this kind of tedious and messy work better than anyone else, and everyone respects him; calling him a veteran wouldn't be an exaggeration.

A bad soldier is just one bad soldier, a bad general makes a bad army. With Mordred in command, at least the initial encounter can be avoided due to insufficient intelligence. The intelligence and logistics aspects are top-notch.

The most important reason was to prevent beheading.

Guilliman is terrible. Everyone knows Guilliman's a fragile pushover. Just like in PvP, he'll target the healer first. Plus, he's incredibly prone to getting carried away. The more cautious he is in government affairs, the more reckless he becomes in battle.

Sometimes, Mordred even suspected that the Khorne was having an affair behind her back, otherwise it would be inexplicable why Guilliman would act so differently.

In fact, the Primarchs initially did not want Guilliman to participate in the war. They felt that a Primarch with no experience was useless on the battlefield and would be better off staying on Terra as a government official.

But Sisyphus asked a crucial question: what if Guilliman's house gets raided if we all leave?

The Yellow Skins doesn't need protection. It's like the Holy Terra and the Chaos Demon Realm. Even if the Four Merchants wanted to steal from it, they wouldn't be able to. Instead, they would be repeatedly rubbed by the Yellow Skins's salty, damp crevices.

But Guilliman is different! Guilliman is the base crystal, fragile, weak, and yet crucial. The Empire can revolve around anyone else, but it can't function without Guilliman.

If Guilliman were to run into trouble, at the very least, the central government would be paralyzed; at worst, it would mean the downfall of Guilliman XIII. So, after much discussion, everyone decided to bring the dish with them.

Better safe than sorry. This Plague War came too suddenly, and it's very likely that it was all a trap.

So Mordred decided to pull Crown Prince, extracting Guilliman's soul and stuffing it into his body, then having Guilliman use his own body to mimic Guilliman's appearance.

He himself was stationed in the center, piloting the Guilliman.

Interestingly, although Guilliman is a Psychic Power Muggle, his physique is exceptionally useful. Mordred's will form can fit inside as if it were home, and it can even use Psychic Power, with stats that are not bad at all. It's all because the pilot is incompetent.

This directly led Mordred to cancel his plan to disguise the Guilliman as his own, so there are now two Guilliman on the battlefield.

But the one who gets the most enjoyment isn't Mordred, but Guilliman, who controls Mordred's body.

He slapped the Daemon Engine in front of him to pieces, then Grassland Flash behind the Tyrant and smashed his head, casually using his Ambition to shoot two foolish Orks leaders.

"Second Brother, just how many good things have you been hiding? Why are your stats so high? And you even have the Four Gods' blessing? This can't be right!"

What kind of skill is this? And it even Atomic Breath!?

Guilliman was ecstatic. He had never felt so good before. Mordred's body was like the answer to a wheelchair problem. He had all the stats, all the damage output, and his health bar was off the charts. Many of his skills were even passive. He didn't have to think at all. The only downside was his foul mouth.

"That was absolutely brilliant! You bunch of idiots, daring to act so arrogantly in front of me, Guilliman! You'd better fight my mother!"

While Guilliman was enjoying the limited-time gold card, Abaddon, the Black Legion's Warmaster, who was far away on the other side of the Veil, said to Mortarion, "Your Highness, you see, Guilliman can't escape now. I'm willing to lead the vanguard for you."

"Hmph, no need!"