Hmph~ What are you mumbling about, Lightning Cyclone Slash!

The invincible Lord Regent had fallen, and on the third day of the war no less, which greatly dampened the morale of the Expeditionary Fleet. However, considering that the fallen Primarch was Guilliman, everyone found it quite reasonable.

Is Guilliman any good? This has always been a widely debated topic. You could say he's strong, since he always seems to get the short end of the stick, but you could also say he's weak, since Guilliman plays high-level matches against Daemon Primarch or Warlords.

And that's true. Guilliman is actually quite capable. After all, he is the Primarch, one of only 21 limited-edition figures in the galaxy, and he can strangle the Greater Daemon.

At the Primarch level, unless a nuclear bomb is used for wide-area bombardment, it's like mowing down enemies in a one-hit wonder. Space Marine, Ork Warboss, and Likatt Executioners —these elite units are simply not enough for them to kill.

Even when facing Titan units, as long as you're not brain-dead, you can use skillful movement to avoid damage and eventually get close enough to dismantle the Titan with your bare hands.

Of course, if someone insists on crawling under the Titan's feet, then that just shows how incredibly skillful they are; any dog could do that.

As for why Guilliman ended up severely wounded and collapsed, it was entirely due to his bad luck. He didn't encounter many elite units; he only encountered hero-level units.

An entire regiment of Orks Heavy Nob fought alongside Bonebreaker against an opposing regiment of Hive Tyrant. Over the past few decades, the quality war between the Orks and the Swarm has reached a fever pitch.

Numerous Hero Unit have emerged from the ongoing war; super- Heavy Nob, rarely seen elsewhere, are as common as cabbages here; Hive Tyrant are practically sold at wholesale prices; and Bonebreaker have become behemoth units, numbering a full 10.

Michael is almost reverting to his Ancient Orcs.

So what did Guilliman do? He led a stretcher team straight to the center of the battlefield, and as soon as he showed his face, he was immediately pinned down and beaten by the heavily Heavy Nob and the Hive Tyrant blocked his view.

The attempt to decapitate him backfired spectacularly, nearly resulting in his own decapitation. Luckily, the stretcher team came through and rescued Guilliman from the center of the Xenos. In the end, Rambo was also chopped into pieces, forcing him to sever his head to survive, and his soul then entered Guilliman's jinchūriki body.

Thanks to their skillful teamwork, the Psychic Power muggle Guilliman was taken offline, and the enraged Ece|table substitute managed to escape before he was exhausted.

Mordred hadn't paid much attention before, thinking it would be a simple victory. But after the allied fleet penetrated deep into the Ork Empire of Orctavius, he realized it wasn't as easy as he'd imagined. There were not only Xenos here, but also Daemon!

The once clear sky had been stained leaden gray. Exhaust fumes from Orks war machines mingled with Zerg spores. Nurgle Daemon, appearing from nowhere, were spreading plague, Khorne Daemons havoc everywhere.

The Tzeentch Horror roared and howled madly, hurling fireballs at the crowd, only to be gracefully sliced to pieces by the Keeper of Secrets hidden in the shadows.

Orks, Tyranid, the four elemental Daemon, the Chaos Warband —basically every major Xenos force, except for the Necron, is frantically raking in fries.

This wasn't just the case in Orctavius, but rather a common situation throughout the entire Orctavius Ork Empire; in Zhuang Sen Luojia's territory, a whole bunch of big Orks guys had appeared.

Amidst the chaotic war, the Orks evolved at an alarming rate, with one foot stepping on the other. The ill-fated Bonebreaker, the Commissar of Yarrick, had reverted to his ancestral form, and numerous Warlords exceeding 8 meters in height surrounded them.

Given time, the Bonebreaker might actually evolve into the Beast of yesteryear, expanding to the size of the Ulano Orcs Empire.

This is no ordinary Xenos; we must Strike Hard.

Upon receiving Caldor's distress call, Mordred immediately ordered all Atlas Orbital Drop to deploy via the Mind Network: "One air unit, move out!"

To ensure the boarding force could arrive smoothly, each captain pulled out all the stops, disregarding whether the Lance array would overheat, and began burning the glass of Orctavius below, while cannonballs were thrown down like they were free.

Atlas, Long Prepared, abandoned the Drop Pod and gave it to the Lizardmen who needed to develop more, while they burrowed into the Mushroom Knight' bodies and ran towards the turret with Mordred.

As the Abomination began its rapid descent, the ship's Void Shield collided with the Orctavius planetary shield, creating precious airspace for the boarding forces at the cost of severe overheating of the shield generator array.

Looking at the ground surface that was now visible to the naked eye, Mordred, who was lying on the Death Strike Missile, transformed into her behemoth form and used her tail to firmly anchor herself to it.

The Atlas that followed also followed suit, wrapping the small missiles with mycelium to minimize their exposed area.

After confirming that everyone was in position, Goff, who had received the launch order, pressed the launch button, and a total of 5,000 missiles were launched towards the surface of Orctavius.

With the roar of the Plasma Engine, meteors streaked across the sky, and under the watchful eyes of a crowd of monsters and demons looking up at the heavens, Atlas, riding a missile, boarded the plane in an extremely cool manner.

Such a badass entrance greatly boosted the morale of the ground troops, but Mordred wasn't doing it just for show.

At an altitude of less than 20 kilometers above the ground, Mordred opened his ferocious maw and, relying on his superhuman senses, blasted a certain unfortunate Stompa to pieces with a single verbal attack.

As if it were a signal, the Atlas, who were perched on the missiles, manipulated their Mushroom Knight to stand upright. Under the overall calculation of the Mind Network, they selected their respective targets, raised the Lone Knight's slightly comical mushroom fists, and their hands flashed with an eerie green light, turning the sky into a verdant green.

A Ork Boy, stunned, stared at the sky and couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Horus the Second Brother! These shrimps are glowing! They're practically Superman!"

The Ork Boy's strange cry attracted the attention of many Orks. They all thought the boy was right and looked up at the sky, wondering what kind of big move these shrimps were brewing.

As more and more Orks looked up at the sky, the Waaaagh force field that had covered the entire planet began to spread out, instantly increasing Atlas's power as he was conjuring lightning. He then threw his lightning spear at the grinning Ork Boy below.

"Boom!"

Thousands of green rains fell from the sky, and as the Fel Energy reserves in his body were rapidly depleted, Atlas, who had grabbed the arm, no longer held back and slammed lightning spears into the ground one after another.

The lightning spear slammed into the planet's surface, the scorching plasma melting through the steel, blasting the Orks, insects, Daemon, and all sorts of other bizarre things into pieces.

But the Orks were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they became even more fanatical, because they discovered that those strange-looking shrimps also seemed to Orks.

"Waaaagh!!"

"Waaaagh!!"

In the final moments before the missiles fell, Atlas severed the mycelium and, propelled by the violent shockwave, drifted to the ground, drawing the super-heavy logging guns that came with the Mushroom Knight and unleashing a furious barrage of fire.

Atlas started out in the arms industry and has no shortage of weapons and ammunition. Unless another scenario unfolds with 3,000 Vengeful Spirit spawning Void units, no one can withstand Atlas's firepower.

With a single, gentle bite, Mordred's inner molars crushed the unfortunate Ork Boy, along with his scrap armor, into dust, swallowing him whole.

Experiencing that smooth texture, so different from that of Daemon, and especially that soul imbued with spicy life energy, Mordred could no longer control her desires.

"Waaaagh! Kill these Orks! Tear out their souls! Eat their flesh! Kids, charge with me!"

Due to the Mind Network, all Atlas shared Mordred's senses and experienced that wonderful sensation, instantly driving them into a state of frenzy.

"Waaaagh!! It tastes amazing, I feel like I'm getting so much power!"

Greedy Dissolution is located at one corner of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, where one side is Ecstatic Perception and the other is decay and depravity. Compared to the deeply dualistic Nurgle and Slaanesh, Greedy Dissolution is in a more extreme position.

The unbridled desire and the instinctive pursuit of life are the essence of Atlas, and also Mordred's undisguised characteristics. This is why Mordred was chosen by the Greedy Dissolution.

One after another, Orks were crushed, their souls devoured by Atlas, their life energy drained, and ultimately transformed into Fel Energy to be used by Atlas to sustain war.

The title of Soul Drinkers belongs to the 11th Legion, but it originally belonged to Atlas; they were the predators who devoured souls and flesh.

But Atlas did not act rashly. Instead, he began to clear out the area gradually, establishing an outpost for the Drop Pod to ensure the Lizardmen could establish their nest.

Atlas's unusual behavior also struck the Orks as sinister; they had never encountered such an opponent before. But the Orks were unconcerned; they were only more excited.

A heavily Heavy Nob, comparable to Knight Aspirant, was drooling with excitement. The previous small fry were too weak, but the giant mushroom in front of him made him so excited that he was practically waving his flag!

This led him to choose the biggest, strongest, and four-armed monster as his opponent, which happened to be facing away from him, stealing food from the ground.

Without any hesitation, driven by his extraordinary wisdom, this heavily Heavy Nob leader swung his battle axe and leaped down to Mordred's head.

"Bang!"

Without a doubt, the axe was not as hard as Mordred's skull, and it shattered in two on the spot, but the Orks had alerted a terrifying beast.

Chitinous claws, gleaming with Decomposition Field, pierced through the orc's shoulder before Orks could react, lifting the behemoth high in the air. Then, Mordred's other two limbs thrust back and forth, ripping him open and disemboweling him before Mordred bit off his skull.

"Hmph, you dared to ambush me? Don't you know I can sense killing intent? You don't even have that cool fur of Squigs, you deserve to be eaten by me. I hate bald heads the most."

Even in her behemoth form, Mordred still pays great attention to her appearance, her flowing golden hair shimmering in the Faint Light, making her far more stylish than these Orks.

By carefully examining the Orks's skull, Mordred successfully discovered the escape route of Caldor and his companions. He shared this information directly with all his offspring through the Mind Network and ordered Atlas to advance towards the designated target.

When the first batch of Mushroom Knight broke through the encirclement, Caldor, who was strategically retreating, also saw his allies and charged toward Atlas's lines, almost getting his head blown off by a single shot.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We're friendly forces!"

Mordred was frantically cutting grass with his four chitinous claws outstretched, turned his head and immediately saw the giant Orks following behind Caldor. It was extremely strong and quite burly!

With just a fleeting glance, Mordred's three pairs of compound eyes saw the giant Orks's green-to-black Waaaagh Energy field, which was almost tangible, and it seemed as if two savage and cunning Ork Phantom were smiling at him.

"Ha~ So you're called the Bonebreaker!"

As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes, and good men cherish good men. While Mordred was eyeing the Bonebreaker, the Bonebreaker also saw this 10-meter-tall, four-armed the Beast.

Orks' mission is to fight; they cannot survive without fighting.

"What? You've heard my story too?"

"I've heard of you. Yarrick often mentions you to me. You two are full of stories. Are you going through the motions or just eating me? But none of that matters anymore. You dared to kill my dog. You're asking for death. Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

The Bonebreaker has gotten to where he is today because of his daring and fighting spirit. He's a chosen one, so how could he refuse a challenge?

"Horus the Second Brother, please witness, I am the Bonebreaker! Waaaagh!!"

"What are you muttering about? Go tell me your stats! Lightning Cyclone Slash!"