Too Lazy to Explain, Just Listen to My Nuclear Bomb Explanation!

Waaaagh!!!

"Boys, charge with me! Crush them!"

"Waaaagh! Kill!"

The sudden arrival of reinforcements left both sides of the conflict stunned. Watching that pitch-black big guy, who was rampaging through the battlefield like a monster and obsessively hacking at the feet of Titans and Knights, only one thought crossed everyone's mind:

"Is he even human?"

But Mordred, already deep in the throes of battle-frenzy, couldn't care less. That previous beam cannon shot had allowed him to show off in style, though it had nearly drained him dry. If he didn't capitalize on the momentum now, was he supposed to wait for the enemy to recover?

He had seen the insane density of the enemy's firepower. With their ridiculous reliance on plasma weaponry across the board, it was no wonder the Fourth Legion had been pinned down so hard.

"The Khan, where is my Nuclear Missile Launcher? Get it out here for me, now!"

Hearing his Father's call, the Black Knights guard moved in unison. They discarded their weapons and pulled out the Rocket Launchers they had been carrying on their backs, roaring:

"Suppressive Fire! 500-meter intervals, triple-shot rapid reload!"

With a series of dull thuds, a dense swarm of micro-nukes was launched by Atlas, casting a shadow of death across the entire sky.

Boom, boom, boom!

An extreme High Temperature, surpassing the surface of the sun, erupted instantly, followed by a visible shockwave that sent the stunned Grinder Boys flying like ragdolls.

Fortunately, Atlas's aim was decent; he didn't drop the nukes directly on his allies. Even though a large number of the Fourth Legion's Canned Ones were blown away, at least they weren't dead!

Not expecting their own reinforcements to bomb them first, the surviving Engineering Boys abandoned their defensive lines and scrambled toward the rear, having already run out of ammunition.

The enemy, however, was not so lucky. Even if these were only man-portable nukes, they were still nuclear weapons. Every area engulfed by the explosions turned into scorched earth, melting tanks into slag.

"First Airborne, move out! Crush them!"

Without hesitation, the moment the explosions ceased, the entire First Airborne of Space Marines charged into the bombardment zone, while the Black Knights' Nuclear Missile Launcher had already finished reloading.

Thirteen seconds later, The Khan's voice rang out again, and once more, countless nukes were launched into the air, purifying everything in flames.

By now, only 43 seconds had passed since Atlas's divine descent. Before the second wave of nukes had even landed, the Poison Blade Heavy Tank had been deployed, and the Stormbirds had taken to the skies for a second time to seize control of the planet's airspace.

Boom!

A new round of explosions descended. No one could survive such scorching nuclear fire, and the enemy could only watch as the giants pushed forward.

But this explosion was different from the last. Tons of Chemical Agent Shells were scattered across the battlefield by the aircraft, evaporating in the High Temperature and permeating the entire wasteland.

The battlefield, choked with high-concentration Radioactive Dust, turned pitch black. All communication methods were severely jammed. The Defense Force could only judge the enemy's position by the sporadic flashes of fire, but the moment they opened fire, a follow-up bolter round would instantly shatter them.

Even calling for heavy fire support was useless, as those Stormbirds, tanking the damage with their Void Shields, would pick them off one by one.

They couldn't even run. As soon as they inhaled that Pink Poison Mist, they would feel a wave of dizziness and suffer from inescapable, grotesque hallucinations, much like severe food poisoning.

These agents were the product of Mordred extracting Psychedelic Mushroom essence. At such concentrations, it wasn't just ordinary mortals; even a Space Marine without a fully sealed combat suit would end up cross-eyed and drooling if they inhaled enough.

This was Mordred's strategy: since the enemy's firepower was fierce, he would create a quagmire where both sides suffered, then rely on the superior individual quality of the Space Marines to divide and slaughter them.

Sword in his right hand, gun in his left, Mordred didn't need to dodge under the cover of the mist. Relying on his powerful Stats, he moved at high speed across the battlefield, specifically hunting high-value targets for decapitation.

With one sword stroke, he severed a Knight's leg; with one shot, he blew up a tank turret. Often, the enemy vehicles were destroyed before they could even lock onto his signal.

Seeing their Father so valiant, the Atlas Space Marines unleashed their own signature tricks. Like they had activated an aim-bot, they picked up their Enchanted Bolters and began rapid-fire sniping.

Frost, flame, acid, plasma—thanks to the generous contributions from their Warp neighbors, every bolter round produced a peculiar effect. Even if they ran out of ammo, they could squeeze the Daemons to keep firing.

Some of the most gifted Atlas warriors even used Fel Energy to enslave powerful Daemons, effectively becoming Not Human. They transformed into Enchanted Warriors on the spot, charging through heavy fire capable of piercing Adamantium, grabbing enemy heads, and performing a masterful execution.

As for the thoughts of the enemies being harvested like Maze? Who cares? Anyone who refuses to submit to the throne must die.

He suddenly appeared in front of them

<What kind of sane person puts their head in front of a muzzle?>

The Primarch is watching me

I cannot let Father down

Go tell that to my bolter

Such a spectacular performance caught the attention of Khorne. The Blood God, true to his nature as the patron of Arno, immediately bestowed a massive amount of blessings, coating these little Canned Ones who had pleased Him in a Divine Light that made them fearless against the enemy's long-range artillery.

Waaaagh!!! Fighting, it's great!

As the third wave of bombardment descended, fear began to shroud the mind of every soldier. The enemies in that chaotic mist were not human at all, but Daemons crawled out of the abyss.

No matter how powerful their weapons were, if they couldn't hit their targets, it was all for nothing. They were forced into primitive close-quarters combat.

But Mordred wouldn't let them off. Since they wouldn't accept his negotiations, these were no longer ordinary enemies; he had to Strike Hard.

Furthermore, the Fourth Legion had suffered heavy losses, and these were troops assigned to his command. Every death meant one less foreman back home.

Master Mordred, who hated losing more than anything, couldn't tolerate this. He grabbed a High-Yield Hydrogen Bomb and vanished from everyone's sight, flickering repeatedly across the wasteland.

Seeing the casualty count spike instantly, General Lothar, the frontline commander, slammed his desk in anger and roared into the radio:

"Where is the heavy artillery unit? What are you doing? Launch the bombardment immediately! The position has been snatched away by those aliens!"

"But sir, our own men are still there! According to Federation Law, if we fire, we'll be facing a military tribunal!"

Bang—

Before Lothar's adjutant could finish his warning, a bolt of Plasma blew his head apart, turning him into a headless junior who couldn't even grasp what had happened.

"What military tribunal? If the enemy charges, we'll be dead. If anyone else disrupts the morale of the army, this will be their fate."

The command room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared blankly at their general, or to be precise, they Looked Towards the top of Lothar's head.

At this very moment, just like that moment before, Lothar, with his Ambition pressed against his crown, dared not make a single move. He slowly turned his head and stammered, "Sir, I..."

"Shut up. How dare you assume my gender? That's discrimination. Can't I be a remarkable woman standing four meters tall?

Too lazy to listen to your excuses. Can you take this punch? Go explain yourself to my nuclear bomb!"

Emerald Lightning flickered, and the towering giant clad in black armor vanished in an instant, leaving only a High-Yield Hydrogen Bomb that Slammed into the floor, emitting an unsettling ticking sound.

Boom.

The nuclear fireworks bloomed once more, instantly vaporizing everything within a thirteen-kilometer radius and destroying this vital Void Shield array.

The next second, the Orbital Bombardment descended from the heavens!