Guilliman: Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum strong enough, and I can move the entire planet.
"Bang!"
Claws and power pincers collided, exploding into countless sparks. Mordred, whose opening move was always Flash Backstab to the waist, suffered his first defeat. This Orks was not as simple as he had imagined.
Under the overwhelming numerical pressure, the Bonebreaker bulged, but he was not killed in one blow. Instead, he was evenly matched with Mordred in terms of strength.
This is really strange. With Mordred's current savage strength, he can wrestle with Titan, yet he couldn't even kill the Bonebreaker with a single claw.
He did pull, but not to this extent, and the Bonebreaker wasn't the Beast Emperor who combined the power of billions of Orks and could fight the golden Psychic Power giant.
Perhaps sensing Mordred's confusion, the Bonebreaker bared its teeth and sneered, "Weak six-legged shrimp, I'm not fighting alone. As long as I'm on the land of Orctavius, I am invincible."
"Invincible? Are you kidding me? I wouldn't even dare to call myself invincible. Don't make your Brother Mo laugh. I was once a god, I know your little tricks."
It's nothing more than the result of Waaaagh Energy being piled up. Those two Orks barbarians are exerting force from behind you. No matter how powerful the power bestowed by the gods is, it's all in vain. I'm the most qualified to say about this.
And you think I don't have any outside help? The Khan, kill all those Orks watching the show.
Although Mordred spoke Low Gothic, the Bonebreaker was no ordinary mindless Orks; he could understand Mordred's words and, while fighting with the four-armed the Beast in front of him, cursed its shamelessness.
"What shamelessness? This is called tactics. As everyone knows, I am the noble Primarch, the Dragon of Greed, the Great Commander of the Empire, and the only retired veteran in the Warp. I never said I would fight one-on-one, including my offspring."
"What a coincidence, I'm not some Ambition Orks either, and I never keep my promises."
"Do it!"
"Do it!"
Without any hesitation, Atlas opened fire instantly, and the heavily armored Orks guards of the Bonebreaker immediately returned fire. For a moment, the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
But Mordred was confident of victory; he always had a backup plan. He opened his ferocious maw Roared to the sky, "Reckoner, crush them! Leave no one alive!"
Summoned by Mordred, and relying on his good physique, Reckoner led the Lizardmen away from the heart of the battlefield, ignoring the other Xenos and focusing solely on killing the Orks.
Fight if you can win, run if you can't, and then continue to ambush, piling up the Orks corpses and all the scrap you can find to continue breeding the Lizardmen Beast Regiment.
As the Lizardmen grew stronger in battle, a Psychic Power field distinct from that of the Orks began to erode the Waaaagh Energy field that enveloped the entirety of Orctavius, and through the Atlas Mind Network as a node, it continued to strengthen Mordred.
Mordred is not fighting the Bonebreaker alone, but against the entire planet's Orks. In terms of sheer numbers, the Bonebreaker is no match for Mordred. The real threat is the group of Ork Boy act as amplifiers and power plants.
Unspeakable, pitch-black tentacles spread from Mordred's feet, devouring the flesh and blood scraps scattered across the battlefield, and multiplying rapidly to provide a continuous source of nourishment for the mother organism.
As one side weakened and the other grew stronger, the Bonebreaker gradually lost its strength, while Mordred began to grow larger and larger, becoming greener and greener, reaching a height of 15 meters in just half an hour.
But while some rejoiced, others grieved. A certain Khorne who had been secretly lurking outside the dimensional barrier felt a chill in its heart. Mordred used to turn to it for help whenever it encountered difficulties, but now it didn't.
Since his resurrection, Mordred has never paid any attention to the Khorne, even ignoring the player with the ID "War God 888" while playing the game.
This disregard greatly upset the Khorne, but there was nothing he could do. After all, they were on different paths. He had tried to frame Mordred back then, but failed, and Tzeentch had messed things up instead.
They raised a ruthless the Beast that would bite anyone it caught, forcing them to cooperate with that damned Yellow Skins. In the end, the Yellow Skins even dragged them into self-destruction, leaving everyone in a revival round.
The Primarchs I stole were all useless, even Russ was at least somewhat normal.
Even with the Sanguinius dead and turned into mincemeat, the Khorne still wanted Mordred, just wanting his former beloved son to look at him one last time.
Crimson blood rained down from the sky. Driven by Khorne, the Daemon who were fighting all over Orctavius turned their guns on the Orks.
And blessings were bestowed upon Mordred without reservation, but even so, Mordred did not appreciate them. Instead, she rejected the Khorne's blessings and only absorbed the My Thinking Power brought by the Lizardmen.
This left the Khorne quite helpless, so he had no choice but to humbly find someone else and place the blessing on Rambo inside Guilliman's body, hoping that he still had a chance to win back Mordred's heart.
As for why he didn't just bless Guilliman directly, the key is that someone has to answer the phone. Guilliman, this Psychic Power, can't even receive a blessing from his father, let alone a blessing from Chaos. He would have to turn around and ask, "Father, why are you just standing there watching?"
Nourished by the Khorne, Rambo's soul, residing within Guilliman's body, began to take over, and Guilliman instantly awoke, gazing at his own body glowing red, seemingly Invincible Under Heaven Mighty Body.
"What happened? Did I win?"
Caldor, huddled in the outpost, remained silent, thinking to himself, "Father, please stop talking. If you hadn't been so impulsive and turned against us, we wouldn't be fighting so desperately." But then he remembered how he himself often lost his temper and had been carried into the ICU multiple times. So he found a shiny iron plate and showed it to his father.
Looking at the golden retriever's head reflected on the metal plate, Guilliman finally remembered what had happened and hurriedly looked for Rambo's whereabouts. Then he saw the canned dog head placed next to him.
"Rambo! You're down to just a head? If you die, how am I supposed to explain this to my Second Brother?"
Before Guilliman could continue his lamentation, he slapped himself, and Rambo's voice boomed from his mouth. "Shut up! I'm not dead yet! Can't you, a Psychic Power Muggle, listen to the voice in your head? Hurry up and come with me! With the two of us together, we're invincible!"
Practice makes perfect. Guilliman had once swiped Moreleide's credit card extensively and was quite familiar with piloting mechs, even though this time he was piloting his own body.
This was Guilliman's first time experiencing what it was like to be Dog-men. Unlike Mordred's extremely high stats, after merging with Rambo, Guilliman gained a wild instinct.
Crimson flames, like fresh blood, flowed from his body. He picked up a Chainsword at random, and the flames instantly clung to it. The Chainsword twisted and deformed as if it were alive, becoming the size suitable for Guilliman's use, and even growing rather ferocious spikes.
As if it were an extension of his limbs, the Chainsword was enchanted, and it could freely change according to Guilliman's will.
Without any practice, all sorts of sword fighting techniques come naturally, and a hundred martial arts are integrated into one, making Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands.
But for some reason, perhaps it was because Atlas's arrival caused the concentration of Fel Energy in the surrounding area to rise, or perhaps Guilliman had been suppressing his silly desires, or perhaps some old fox was manipulating the system.
In short, after merging with Rambo and being relentlessly infused with power by Khorne, Guilliman didn't immediately rush to steal the Khorne. Instead, he asked a rather silly question, which stunned Khorne, who had been eavesdropping the whole time.
"Rambo, if I were to stand upside down and grab Orctavius with my bare hands, is it possible for me to directly control the entire planet?"
"No way?"
[Really?]
Rambo thought it was unrealistic, and even the Khorne thought it was unrealistic, but somehow one out of every three would become a genius ideateller, and Guilliman was now that genius ideateller.
Driven by a certain reckless desire, Rambo did not refuse, and the Khorne hiding behind the scenes had never experienced anything like this before, and he also wanted to know how it would end. The seed of curiosity was planted in the hearts of these three completely unrelated monsters.
Guilliman's only flaw was his tendency to get carried away. Urged on by a sinister laugh from the void, before Rambo could even stop him, the guy tumbled headfirst to the ground.
In an instant, crimson lines, resembling veins, rapidly spread from Guilliman's palm. Rambo emitted a sharp, explosive sound, but remained unharmed thanks to the Khorne's full support, providing Guilliman with a powerful energy source.
Just eight seconds later, the crimson markings had spread across the entire planet Orctavius.
With ample memory (Guilliman's brain), an upgraded driver (Rambo), and an overpowered graphics card (Khorne's Blessing)—this unprecedented Triadic power—
Orctavius has cracked!
Just as Guilliman was making a fatal mistake, a dark figure took advantage of the Khorne leaving their own demonic realm and stealthily approached the Brass Throne.
"Magnus, your Brother Eight has come to save you!"