Mushroom Demon King's Wrath!

Looking to the future, Khan's words, "Let the true Legion Commander," have made Mortarion a figure of endless scorn, allowing everyone to mock him.

It is easy to imagine what kind of person Goff, whom Perturabo called Ambition, really was. He was a second Sima Zhongda, which frightened Frix so much that he retreated and ran away.

Only Atlas's own people knew just how important Goff and the Second Company were, who were responsible for the administration of the entire Legion and even the sector; they were the very core of the Legion.

In empires without Intelligent AI offices, even with human-centered, living computer assistants like the Cogitator, complex tasks still require human intervention.

It's not that the Cogitator are bad; in Mordred's view, these processors, specially modified and manufactured through genetic modulation, have very high Computing Power and can be combined and stacked into Cogitator arrays, which is already quite powerful.

Playing games is so smooth and lag-free, it's incredibly enjoyable and completely blows away those crappy computers back home that keep crashing with blue screens.

But is something this good really useful? The answer is yes, but not exceptionally so.

No matter how trash it is, the Empire is still a massive power spanning multiple star systems. You can call it a cesspool, but you can't call it weak. People aren't stupid; the Mechanicus already thought of that.

Putting everything else aside, if there really is no electronic automation system, how do cruise missiles hit their targets? You can't just stuff a brain into every type of missile.

Such a technologically advanced empire does exist, and it's even quite cyberpunk. The only problem is the lack of strong artificial intelligence. It's something we really can't mess with; if we do, we'll die.

In an empire measured in light-years, without the assistance of powerful artificial intelligence, the Council of Terra would be exhausted to death, and they would scrape the Mars until it sparked.

Therefore, under such circumstances, Space Marine with powerful physiques became the best government servants, and even Mordred had to appease his precious Second Company.

After all, Atlas Embryonic Killer as he wanted, and the only ones capable of serving as political officers were Goff and his group of powerful young men who had absorbed Guilliman's extraordinary wisdom.

Meanwhile, Goff, who was allocating logistics resources aboard the Abomination, was furious because they were starving. He unleashed a torrent of abuse at the Holographic Projection, even though the person was Primarch named Vulkan.

"Gan! You're a genius! Because you shared your supplies with others, we're left without food. Can't you stop being so kind?"

Prince Russ, stop laughing. Tell me, why did the Space Wolves legion eat up all our rations? Are you all gluttons? We're about to face a famine.

And you, my great His Majesty! Please have some consideration for us, and stop being so impulsive. Our supply lines are already stretched to the limit. We must wait for the next batch of supplies to arrive, at least for food, before we fight again.

Throughout Atlas, including the conscripted Rogue Trader, there are a total of 1,700 ships of various sizes. I'm in charge of almost half the star system. Even the Dog-men have been captured to act as dispatchers. The dogs are doing the work, while you're all just thinking about charging forward.

I really can't take this anymore, you should find someone else!

Looking at Goff, who had been calling out names one by one at the holographic meeting and had practically criticized everyone, the two Primarchs and the Golden Giant were speechless. After all, even through the Holographic Projection, Goff's appearance of being on the verge of sudden death was undeniable.

And it wasn't just him; almost every Atlas looked like they were about to die, their eyes bloodshot, talking nonsense, and clearly on the verge of death.

To prevent these highly capable cattle and horses from dying all at once, the Emperor, unusually, used what little emotional intelligence he had left, albeit in a somewhat inhuman way.

"Goff, as Mordred's proudest son, you're only in your nineties, the prime of your life. You need to step up and make your mark!"

"Send over a fleet, and after another six months of fighting, this critical corridor connecting to Ultramar will be open!"

"What? You want a fleet too!" Goff was stunned when she heard this. This expedition had been going on for two and a half years, and they had been bleeding out their tanks without a single refueling station.

Moreover, you can't just leave it after you take it down. You have to leave people to garrison it, and you have to divide your manpower. Considering the casualties and losses, you should have rested a long time ago, but you're still fighting. People are all gone.

"Your His Majesty, as you can see, our fleet has already suffered three-fifths loss, supplies are running low, and almost everyone is wounded. We truly cannot advance any further."

"We can charge!" The Emperor's large face was right in front of the camera, completely transformed into a gambler. "As long as we go all out and convert Atlas from logistics to combat forces, with our strength, we can definitely win."

"And Guilliman's Ultramarines are also on their way here, the advantage is on my side!"

Goff was focused on stability, certainly wouldn't joke about the Legion. He didn't dare to refuse the Emperor's orders and made up an excuse that he wasn't Mordred and couldn't command the Legion.

Upon hearing this, the Wolf King, who knew Mordred's character well, was so angry he laughed:

"Come on, with my Second Brother being the kind of person who's always keeping secrets, how could he not have a backup plan? Don't tell me he hasn't been communicating with you behind your back; I know that."

Goff, whose secrets had been exposed, naturally wouldn't admit it. Instead, he changed the subject and sent over a lab log with Mordred's signature:

"Your His Majesty, Father actually foresaw this situation long ago and has prepared an experimental weapon that can resolve our predicament. I just don't know if you would be willing to use it."

After receiving all the data, a densely packed document totaling over 1,300 pages appeared before the three of them. After quickly browsing through it for a moment, everyone fell into deep thought.

The first to speak was the kind-hearted Vulkan. Don't let his dark and muscular appearance fool you; the Lord of Fire is incredibly intelligent. He was the one who recreated the Empire's Saturnine Terminator and even developed some cool disintegration weapons.

"Are you sure this biological weapon is reliable? Especially since it says it's edible. I'm not very knowledgeable about genetic technology."

"Indeed. These are the degraded products perfected through our Atlas experiments. Not only are they edible, but they taste extremely delicious! They can completely solve our food shortage problem."

Like a graduation defense, the decision-makers, led by Emperor Vulkan, began to discuss the matter repeatedly, asking specific questions from time to time, but Goff was always able to answer immediately.

Only Russ stood there with her eyes vacant, like a husky mixed in with a pack of wolves, pretending to know everything.

In the end, the Emperor gave up his ridiculous demand for the fleet and jumped over with his men as soon as the Abomination approached, where they saw the so-called secret weapon sealed in the Incubation Pod.

Upon seeing the giant mushroom, which was at least the size of the Dreadnought, Vulkan's mind went blank:

"Why is it so big!"

"It's better if it's bigger, Your Highness. Otherwise, how can we all eat it?"

After a thorough on-site inspection and even tasting it himself, even the Emperor couldn't help but sigh that Mordred, that bastard, had indeed done something human.

"I approve Atlas's use of this biological weapon. Russ, you glutton, stop eating! If I find out you've used up the fleet's food supplies again, I'll Eleven-to-one!"

Following the Emperor's Command, this biological weapon, known as the Jingba Mushroom, was immediately transported to the testing ground for testing.

As for the effect, looking at the Super Mushroom that could crush the Ogryn Apes with its power and could be eaten after death, everyone's mentality underwent a slight change.

"You're saying this is a degraded version? What does the original, genuine version look like?"

The Wolf King's doubts were quickly answered when a gigantic, nine-meter-tall Jingba Mushroom was released. With a single punch, it smashed the Leman Russ Battle Tank used for testing into scrap metal, and it could also throw golden lightning spears.

"This thing is called the Mushroom Demon King, the absolute best among the Jingba Mushroom. Apart from still being brainless, it is a perfect biological weapon. Most importantly, it is extremely cheap to make, costing only one-third of the price of Crusader Knight. It can also be equipped with weapons."

The only downside is that it's inedible.

After saying that, Goff pulled out a game controller and handed it over, letting Wolf King personally experience the ultimate thrill of controlling Mushroom to punch and smash Roboute Guilliman.

Although he had a lot of fun, Russ felt something was off and had no choice but to accept the strange fact that Roboute Guilliman was inferior to Mushroom.

Then he saw the extremely conspicuous huge Red Button on the handle:

What does this button mean?

"Ah, you mean this? This is a self-destruct program. Once pressed, the Mushroom Demon King will produce an extremely explosive chemical reaction, with power comparable to a giant Catachan Barking Toad. Father calls it the Mushroom Demon King's Wrath, and it's so satisfying to explode!"

Upon hearing the words "Toad-Hound," the Emperor, who was engrossed in his meal with Vulkan, shuddered and turned to see Russ's finger already pressing the Red Button.

"Russ..."

"Bang"

Meanwhile, the Iron Warriors, who had already conquered the Olympia Sector and exceeded their mission targets, returned to their home base in Olympia.

Despite the significant losses, Perturabo firmly believed that he was now capable of handling things on his own. The most important thing now was to deal with the aftermath and bring the Olympia who had come with him home.

However, as the ship passed the tracks and looked at the homeworld that had been ravaged by the Adeptus Mechanicus and could only be suppressed by force, forcing its people to work illegally, Perturabo's eyes lost all their light, and Mordred's laughter echoed in his ears.

"Congratulations, you've made Olympia a standard Imperial World."