That's Not the Ultimate Insult, It's the Path I Took.
Throughout history and across cultures, changing homes has always been an ultimate tactic that must be tried.
Mordred and her comrades set fire to Nurgle's Garden, while the Ultramarines were also engaged in fiercer battles, as they faced the Death Guard.
Guilliman was having a blast, furiously using his Second Brother's credit card in a godlike battle with Mortarion, but the Legion was the one who truly decided the course of the battlefield.
The Death Guard has lived up to its former glory, and the front line continues to advance slowly under their unwavering will. Although somewhat clumsy due to the long period of neglect, it is still a well-organized legion, an echo of the Great Crusade era.
But an echo is still an echo. The ample supplies brought by Atlas, the Primaris Space Marine after the Second Founding, and the fully equipped Auxilia were not things they possessed.
War is all about logistics. Before the raid on the Garden of Nurgle, Mordred allocated all the resources to the Ultramarines, but what did the Death Guard have? They had nothing!
After joining forces with Caldor, Guilliman had a full 230,000 Ultramarines under his command, with Dark Angels, Word Bearers, and Soul Drinkers all heading towards Damocles.
Encirclement and suppression, advancing from all sides, the Three Legions, like snakes of Changshan, surrounded Damocles, with Guilliman as the bait.
As time goes on, this encirclement will only get smaller and smaller. As long as Guilliman can hold out, the Indomitable Expedition Force will use its superior forces to launch a surprise attack.
As for whether Guilliman could withstand the pressure, Zhuang Sen believed he could. This trust wasn't based on Guilliman's abilities, but rather on his belief that his second brother Invincible Under Heaven.
Before switching identities, Zhuang Sen, Luojia, Sisyphus all tried out their good brother's account.
As a quirky character, the Lion King was alright, but Luojia had also experienced being punched to death by Mordred. When Sisyphus logged in, she was almost crying with envy.
That's incredibly skillful. Compared to being a nobody who's easily forgotten, Sisyphus would much rather have this kind of pure stat-based setup to experience the ultimate thrill of unleashing his power anytime, anywhere.
With a configuration so powerful that even a dog could take off, if Guilliman still can't withstand it, then Zhuang Sen has nothing to say. If you're making excuses for a machine that can deal considerable damage even by mashing keys with your face, then you're truly useless.
The only problem is whether Mordred can hold out, since they're deep inside Nurgle's Lair, and his side is the most dangerous.
The downside of fighting on two fronts lies in this: if played well, it's called switching lanes and sneaking into the enemy's base; if played poorly, it's called being attacked from both sides.
Since the Fifth Fleet, which had boarded Nurgle's Garden deep inland, had disappeared without a trace, Zhuang Sen had to keep a close watch on the Death Guard. The more forces tied down, the safer Mordred would be.
The Damocles System, the heart of the battlefield, has been reduced to scorched earth. The Death Guard has surrounded the Ultramarines in the center, while Zhuang Sen and his team have surrounded the Death Guard.
Radiant Light Spear carrying scorching energy shot out, and every second tens of thousands of tons of shells crashed down. The entire space naval battle had completely descended into chaos, with everyone intertwined and caught in the middle.
The Endurance is being bombarded by countless cannon fire. The Death Guard fleet has long been torn apart and is under attack from four Expeditionary Fleet, suffering severe losses in manpower.
Yet she remained steadfast.
The entire galaxy is completely unusable. Although it is in the Physical World, the dimensional barriers have long been broken, making it a boundary between the Warp and the Physical World.
Supernatural forces enveloped the ship, and more and more Daemon appeared on the battlefield. Nurgle's Blessing was used continuously to resist the cannon fire from the dead.
The Death Guard live up to their name; their health bars are off the charts, and so are their ships. Anyone who fights them will be dragged into this quagmire from which they cannot escape.
Under normal circumstances, such massive firepower would have already overwhelmed the Death Guard. The fact that they've held out until now is entirely due to Nurgle's relentless investment of blessings.
Although Nurgle is a sinister, fat man who claims that the Garden of Nurgle is a loving and equal family, there are actually differences in their character and abilities. Even Chaos God cannot treat everyone equally.
The death of Nurgling is just that—death. The death of the Great Unclean One is just that—gone. But the Greater Daemon that are called by name are different, especially the Death Guard, who are the most powerful weapons that Chaos God use to manipulate the real world.
This is why the Chaos God so desperately wants the Primarch. After all, the Primarch comes with a dowry, and corrupting the Primarch is equivalent to corrupting the Legion of Corruption. The Legion of Corruption is like having a group of powerful subordinates who can run rampant in the Physical World, and they even come with dual citizenship.
Even the most powerful Warp must abide by fundamental laws. Dimensional barriers are there for all to see; it's extremely troublesome for Daemon to enter, and they would have to be weakened to do so. Even Chaos God would have to pay a huge price to get in.
Now Nurgle is caught in a dilemma, his mind is in turmoil. Mortarion has already gotten carried away and won't come back even when called, while the Garden of Nurgle behind him is starting to burn again. He can't attend to both ends.
As for those three bastards, they started kicking me while I was down. They never put in much effort the Cursed, but when it came to fighting me, they were ruthless. What a bunch of traitors!
The Chaos faction is like this: there are never any allies.
As the saying goes, blood doesn't ask where it comes from, and skulls don't ask where they come from. In this era of constant warfare, the Khorne are the strongest, capable of wrestling with the Emperor using hooks.
As the Great Rift unfolds, more and more changes begin to occur, and Tzeentch's strength also begins to grow rapidly. He's the kind of person who makes money effortlessly. Whether it's good or bad, it's all change. In short, he wins!
Slaanesh goes without saying; he's the weakest of the Four Merchants. Even as Chaos God, he's inherently flawed, belonging to the strongest lesser gods.
But none of that matters. What matters is that as the Plague War begins, Nurgle's power is growing rapidly.
I'm not afraid of my brother suffering, I'm afraid of my brother driving a Land Rover. Since you're having so much fun, we'll make sure you have it easy too.
In short, the Khorne and Tzeentch are suppressing Nurgle, while Slaanesh is too eager to advance. Since the Yellow Skins fired the first shot, what are they waiting for?
Sorry, Senior Nurgle, we're the ones who brought the Yellow Skins here.
All in! We have to go all in!
Perhaps because Mordred had once ascended to godhood and treated all Daemon equally, these Daemons were quite obedient, just like family.
After all, if things really get tough one day, you can always join the Burning Legion, right?
"Your Highness, these bloated, fat bastards are guilty of heinous crimes. I, Kairos, am the first to disapprove of them. Let's kill them all."
"That's right, I think I just saw Kugath. That fat bastard tricked me before, maybe I should just kill him."
The one speaking was not Biemo, but Ang'grath, the number one Greater Daemon under the Khorne. As a red-type character, Ang'grath was relatively normal, but Kairos, as a blue-type character, was not.
This creature is Lord of Change with a name and a reputation, but its style is quite extreme, even more so than the Khorne Daemons. It was the one who committed the most ruthless acts of vandalism, looting, and arson.
Standing next to him was Shalaxi the Demon, a heavyweight who had actually Great Unclean One berserk on the battlefield, saying that he could finally break his fast. He claimed that Ferrus was a madman who forced them to play the game of "Stop the Inch" every day.
These are the reinforcements Mordred brought; even among Daemon, they are top-tier magical talents.
However, all of this comes at a price. After fighting for so long, Mordred has decided to run away. After all, his current body is too fragile, and even if he were to switch bodies, it wouldn't be enough.
The Nurgle's Garden Burning Fiercely, with Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh vying for the shards. They are only cooperating now because they can't spare a thought for him; once they realize what's happening, they will be the first to suffer.
The strategic objective of severely Stagnant Rot Realm has been achieved. If the fighting continues, the Nurgle will definitely go mad. Even if the Nurgle doesn't go mad, the Yellow Skins won't be able to withstand it.
It was time to leave, but even as he was ready to slip away, Mordred still felt a bit cheated, and he suddenly wanted to go all out.
"The Khan, transfer all our Chaos Energy Crystal to one ship, and load all the Cyclone Torpedo in with it."
You have only three hours. When the time is up, smash this ship towards the coordinates. I will guide you to the coordinates, and the three of you...
Mordred looked at the three Greater Daemon before him. Even though he was currently using Guilliman's body, his eyes still gleamed with the same eerie light as the Emperor's. "Do you three want to be Dog's Leg for the rest of your lives, or do you want to become true legends?"
Mordred never lies; he's not like the Yellow Skins. Even if he's going to cheat, he'll do it openly and honestly. Even Vashtorr approves of him.
The three Greater Daemon looked at each other, all infected by Mordred's insane desires, or perhaps because this body belonged to Guilliman, the three demons resembled beasts.
"I will certainly not fail Your Highness's expectations!" x3
"Alright, then follow me. From now on, the three of you are my good brothers. I know a path that leads directly to the castle."
"But Your Highness, how did you know?"
Upon hearing this, Mordred immediately adopted a compassionate demeanor. "That is not the ultimate insult, but rather the path I came from. There is no need to mention the past!"
Let's go!