Battle!

If we were to name the most deadly groups on the battlefield, it would undoubtedly be the Psyker manipulate and utilize Psychic Power.

Admittedly, a mighty man like Sigismund could wound Daemon Primarch with his swordsmanship, kill 15 Gasterin in ten seconds, and nearly kill Abaddon in his old age.

Caldor banished the Bloodthirster Ang'grath with three punches, defeated the Aeldari War God fragments, destroyed the Hive Tyrant, and single-handedly faced the Orks army for a day and a night.

These two are practically the physical limits of Space Marine. Their combat record is understandable, but anything related to Psychic Power falls into the realm of cultivation.

The Empire's three major Librarian are all incredibly talented, and even the unassuming Space Wolves has produced God-Human like Logan.

Logan may not sound famous, but his achievements are undeniable. Just the magical feats of wounding the Ascended Primarch Magnus and splitting Chaos battleship in two with an axe are enough to earn him a place on the Empire's list of strongest warriors.

Needless to say, Ahriman's prestige is almost on par with the Primarch. His Warp Projection is a cold star, and if it weren't for a good ally, the Ynnead army would have been wiped out by him.

That's why Magnus was so obsessed with Psychic Power back then; after all, it was just so incredibly useful.

The Empire's most powerful Psyker is undoubtedly the Yellow Skins. With his overwhelming Psychic Power, he managed to turn a small star into a portable energy source in human form. Moreover, there is physical evidence of this feat, which is right there in Baal's homeland Blood Angels.

Unlike Azeroth next door, which has raised millions of great lords, Psyker can destroy the world like mages, but they are very likely to destroy themselves before they can do so.

Regardless of whether the mage uses mana or spell slots, it's generally safe.

However, it's different for Psyker; for Psyker, the most important thing is to be tough!

To put it more bluntly, Psyker is like a water tap; their strength determines the amount of water they can output, and they are connected to Warp. If they are not careful, they will Death and Dao Dissipation, and they will also attract the Daemon.

Is there something similar to Psychic Power, but that won't kill you? Yes, bro!

The path of Fel Energy opens doors for everyone, the only price being that excessive use will drive you insane.

This power, derived from Mordred's devouring of Star God Fragment Daemon's corpse, is quite substantial, never involving any empty rhetoric, and possesses extremely strong corrosive properties, even capable of corrupting Daemon in the opposite direction.

So what amazing abilities does Mordred, as the leader of the Fel Energy, possess? Guilliman said that there are too many skills to list. This is clearly a mage account, but his Second Brother has turned it into a crude warrior.

Actually, this is entirely a matter of personality. Mordred likes to rely on instinct to engage in close-quarters combat, amplifying and enchanting himself with Fel Energy. Normally, he just needs to cast a shield and unleash a wave, but when he unleashes a burst of light, he can still kill the opponent.

This is also a characteristic of Atlas: he values improvisation and never plays by the rules. He does whatever makes him comfortable. He is chaotic and silly when divided into factions, which is why Mordred can't stand Ferrus, but gets along very well with Zhuang Sen.

But Guilliman was different. He was always thinking about all sorts of things, liked to collect data to analyze his opponents, and ultimately used precise firepower to completely eliminate them. Even his best buddies were all like Ferrus, his White Moonlight.

However, different operating methods do not mean that the function is not good. With Mordred's good physique, warriors will have a lot of fun playing him, and mages will have even more fun playing him.

After realizing his good brother's stats, Guilliman stopped pretending, no longer mimicking the Armor of Armour of Fate, and no longer bothered with human form. He directly transformed into a mutated dragon and chased after Mortarion, engaging in ace-class aerial combat.

The Mind-Bending Approach allows for mobile dashes across Grassland Flash, stealthy ambushes, direct attacks with Fel Energy, bullet-time overclocking, and precognitive hunting instincts.

Streaks of deathly light tore through the sky, cleaving the earth like hot butter, and countless fireballs shot out, hurtling towards Mortarion like meteors.

With the numerical advantage fully exploited, Mortarion was completely powerless to fight back and could only flee, relying on his Blood Tank nature to endure the attacks.

"You cheated! You're definitely not Guilliman!"

"Pah! You're not going to shoot when there's a frame? Die!"

A flash of lightning, and life or death hung in the balance. Seizing the opportunity, Guilliman unleashed Chaos Breath at Mortarion, instantly dissolving his upper torso.

The Titan that was shot down did not die instantly. Instead, it recovered completely in an instant, its moth wings curling slightly behind it, like two withered leaves enveloping Mortarion itself.

Behind him, one could vaguely see a river of blood and flesh, built from countless Great Unclean One.

With seven as the base, seven as the column, and seven to the power of seven as the pole, a total of 823,543 Great Unclean One make up this river of death.

Dark clouds loomed, decay and stagnation abounded, flies and insects hissed, scabies lay scattered, and plagues clung to the gloomy, yellowish dust.

These Great Unclean One, regardless of their appearance or posture, all share one common characteristic: they all picked up Mortarion's money for their lives at the entrance to Nurgle's Garden.

Koz loved skinning, having skinned countless flesh and blood of the Lord of Change; Perturabo's Eleven-to-one tormented the Crystal Maze to the point of near death; Omega's God-Human nature led to endless internal strife among Bloodthirsty Demon bloodthirsty demons; and even more so, Ferrus forged Daemon Engine by infusing demons into his furnace.

This is the way of the demons, and it is shameful for Mortarion!

Compared to this Abstract Maneuver, Mortarion loved magic even more. The suffering of Barbarus was etched in Mortarion's heart, and he would never again bow to the power of Tyrant in his life. He never did anything to bully others by abusing his power.

This is the power of Numerology, and it is also Mortarion's trump card. He uses Numerology to bind his own fate to theirs, forming his River of Dead Fate.

Through his Fel Energy perspective, Guilliman saw the Great Unclean One in the River of Death instantly reduced to dust, and immediately scoffed, "Mortarion, you still dare to say this isn't Psychic Power magic? You're the one who's oppressing."

"No, it was their own choice, I paid them! How dare you talk to me like that? Don't think I can't see through you, you're not Guilliman, you're Mordred."

Mortarion sneered repeatedly, but his anger only fueled his rage. "My Good Second Brother, you're the one who caused all of this! You've made me like this! Why did you save Russ and the Khan instead of me back then?"

Do you know how I've lived all these years?

"You came here licking that Nurgle!"

"Shut up! Let me tell you, I'm no longer your lackey. I am Mortarion, the Lord of the Death Guard, and I am no longer your slave."

"Then call over your real corps commander, Typhons. You, a mere company commander, have no right to speak to me."

"Quack—I'm going to blast you apart!"

"Fight—I'm not afraid of you!"

A deathly cloud, capable of ravaging bones and devouring marrow, descended from the sky, accompanied by Fel Energy malevolent, demonic fire that gnawed at souls and stole spirits.

The Xenos, caught in the chaos, didn't even have time to react before they were smashed to pieces by two Emerald Meteor falling from the sky. Even their souls and flesh were instantly plundered by the two monsters and turned into nourishment for their battle.

Completely breached, Mortarion stopped running away and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Guilliman in front of him.

One had countless lives, the other was immortal; the utterly insane Mortarion fought Guilliman to a standstill, even attracting the attention of the Khorne, seeing the spectacle, offered their blessing.

Mortarion's twisted face grew increasingly grim, and a thick, putrid fog instantly formed, corroding all living things around him, using it as nourishment to fight with ever greater ferocity.

But Guilliman merely snorted, and his blazing evil fire burned away the terrifying poisonous fog. He then devoured the small bread rolls and continued his relentless bombardment.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. The battle between these two immortal monsters quickly turned into a slaughter contest. Compared to these two, even the Great Devourer was a benevolent being.

The two mobile natural disasters cause collapses and death wherever they go; even Necron will rust and dissolve.

The battle raged from the ground to the sky, and from the sky back to the ground, turning this small world called Arthas, located on the border of the Ultramar 500 Worlds and the T'au Empire, into complete ruins.

With the two powerful beings relentlessly attacking and various Xenos wreaking havoc, Arthas's Tau are probably all dead.

But this is not the end; it is the beginning of a new disaster.

Seeing all the forces on the star map moving toward the same goal, Mordred didn't hesitate and decisively summoned Rambo, his Dog's Leg: "I've made the following deployment: reinforce the Damocles Line with the First and Third Fleet, plus the 27th and 43rd Legions."

Dark Angels, Word Bearers, Ultramarines, and Atlas form the main force to attack Arthas, while Soul Drinkers remains in reserve.

I telegraphed Zhuang Sen, telling him I didn't want casualty figures, I just wanted Ultramar.

We can proceed gradually, but we must act quickly, allowing the death to ferment to a certain extent.

No matter what method he uses, even if it's Exterminatus Carpet Bombing, he will drive all the Xenos to Damocles and push them into the grave of Arthas.

Furthermore, he ordered Luojia to proceed according to plan and to bring all the prepared gifts over.

"Then, boss, we're not staying in the back anymore?"

"Stop waiting! The war has progressed to this point, there's no need to hold back anymore. We're going all in, playing every card we have."

By the way, I also want to get revenge. I remember how that fat bastard tricked me back then.

Why should we be the only ones left to passively take the beating? I will once again bring the flames of war into the Warp, and let it Burning Fiercely.