Be the Best "Diandao", a True Deep Strike Trooper (3k+)

Nothing is more terrifying than talking about someone behind their back and then being suddenly discovered, unless the person is a giant who could punch you in the head.

Without giving the little guy a chance to explain, Mordred, taking advantage of his height, simply grabbed the energetic young man and snatched his two Plasma Pistol.

"That's mine."

"Shut up! How dare you steal my Plasma Pistol and then try to frame me first! If you say another word, I'll crush your dog's head!"

Who among you is named Ullian? Come out here!

For some reason, when he heard the suddenly appearing Primarch call his name, Ullian's mind went blank. As Psyker, he could even feel his soul violently turbulent, and he could only try his best to suppress this physical discomfort.

However, whether it was just his imagination or not, just as Ullian stood up and was about to speak, that discomfort suddenly disappeared, as if it were all just his imagination.

"This is Ullian! Your Highness, I'm the one who sent the distress message, and as you've seen, we're the only ones left in the entire fleet."

"Oh? So, you're the only humans left on this planet!"

"Yes."

After Ullian quickly finished delivering the information, he felt that intense discomfort again, and even a picture flashed before his eyes.

In the scene, the towering Primarch, clad in heavy armor, wields a massive blade and slaughters all the soldiers of the First Legion in the blink of an eye. Finally, he clutches his own neck and apologizes to himself in a rather regretful tone, saying that the Second Legion No Secrets.

Ullian didn't know why this was happening, but he knew that without his innate ability to foresee the future, they wouldn't have lasted this long; they would have been wiped out by the Xenos long ago.

An overwhelming sense of despair spread through them. Even with their large numbers, the idea of using 63 Space Marine, who were out of ammunition and supplies, to fight against a Primarch was utterly delusional.

Even so, Ullian did not give up, because they still had a chance, a chance to fight to the death.

Without any hesitation, Ullian immediately ordered his men to detonate the Collapse Bomb via internal communications.

But he waited and waited, and instead of a response from his subordinates, he received Mordred's deadly punch, which landed squarely on his head.

In an instant, Emerald Lightning scattered and danced, accompanied by a few bird feathers disappearing into the void. Everyone heard a piercing scream:

"I will definitely have you, you will surely become my Eternal Chosen, quack--"

"What's this?"

"You idiot, relax. It's not your fault. I just didn't finish digesting my food, and you were in a bad state, so you were affected. By the way, what did you see that made you want to blow me up?"

Mordred pulled a Power Sword bearing a sword wing emblem from behind his back and tossed it to Ullian.

The moment Ullian held the blade in his hand, he knew it was the one he had lost, and the image of the Khan's scruffy face flashed through his mind.

"I saw you slaughter us all, and you still say the Second Legion No Secrets!"

"Tch, it's just those low-class tricks again. No wonder Old Man Huang looks down on them."

Mordred ripped off her helmet and tossed it to the young man whose weapon she had stolen. Then she crouched down and used her charm to soothe the group of furious Hajimi.

"Please, I'm your good uncle! If I really wanted to silence you, I could have teleported and unleashed an Exterminatus Order, and you'd all be dead by now. Why would I come down here to die with you?"

But then again, why do I feel like you smell a little strange?

Upon hearing this, Ullian hurriedly pulled out his prosthetic limb, made from scrap materials, revealing the filthy flesh and blood underneath, which had turned purplish-black.

"Your Highness, you may not know this, but I have been infected. These damned Xenos can not only mind control, but also assimilate humans. Even we Space Marine are not immune."

Within 72 hours at the latest, the infected person's personality and body will be reshaped, turning them into the other party's slave. This is how they reproduce.

I'm beyond saving, Gu, just kill me!

After saying that, Ullian handed the greatsword in his hand to Mordred, looking as if he were bravely going to his death, which gave Mordred a headache.

The other First Legion warriors also looked sorrowful, as if they too would soon meet the same fate.

"No, don't you know I'm the Imperium's Greatest Tech-Priest? Who said you were going to die? With me here, you won't die. Let me see what's going on."

It might hurt a little!

No matter what, nobody wants to die if they can avoid it. Since I don't have much time left anyway, I might as well let this Primarch try and see if he can spare my life.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this mere injury is nothing to worry about. I'm alright~~"

Before he could finish speaking, Ullian let out Tom scream, a physiological reaction that was impossible to overcome with willpower. His whole body convulsed like a salted fish, and then he was slapped to the ground.

Countless tiny tentacles emerged from Mordred's gauntlet, burrowing into Ullian's body along the severed leg, making it even more Xenos than Xenos.

To get a better view, Mordred even tore off Ullian's Power Armour with his bare hands, leaving him only with a loincloth.

At the microscopic level, Mordred discovered that Ullian's cellular structure was being replaced, and a targeted virus specifically designed to infect humans was rapidly multiplying.

Given enough time, Mordred could quickly develop a method to eliminate the virus in the lab, but since it had already spread throughout Ullian's entire circulatory system, the only solution was to use the most convenient and brutal method to end the battle.

Increasingly dense fleshy tentacles surged from Mordred's body, completely enveloping Ullian and beginning a comprehensive eradication process at the cellular level.

In less than two minutes, only Ullian's brain remained intact; all the other parts were eliminated by Mordred.

"Hey, you young man holding my helmet, don't move. This helmet is a teleportation beacon. Stay put and squat there properly, or I'll punch you in the head."

And you bunch of Hakimi, let me ask you a question: do you want your Captain to be sent back to the drawing board and made to look like a monster again, or do you want to keep the original parts and make him a little more human?

"Ah, of course it's about being a good person!"

"Yes, yes, being anthropomorphic is better than not being human at all."

Since the patient's family had said so, Mordred, who wanted to do something fancy, had no choice but to give up and simply pulled out an Atlas- made Tactical Dreadnought from behind his back and placed it in front of him.

Then, amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he took out a dozen Pineapple Canned Food, picked and chose, found a Chaos Energy Crystal of roughly the same size, crushed it, mixed it in, and gestured for them to eat it.

As the art style became increasingly abstract, the 62 Space Marine, who had gradually become tainted by Fel Energy, sat in a huddle, eating Pineapple Canned Food and glancing at Mordred's buttocks from time to time.

"Your Highness, I feel something is amiss."

"How is it unreasonable? Is my Canned One not tasty?"

Cypher shook his head, holding the helmet in one hand while picking up a pineapple and stuffing it into his mouth, mumbling:

"Your Highness, don't you think it's illogical to pull so many Canned One out of your backside?"

And this Dreadnought, I really can't understand where these things are kept. It couldn't have come from you...

"Shut up! You nonsensical thing, I'm starting to doubt if you're even my child. This is called Dimensional Space, pure physical technology, far more authentic than yours."

As time passed, Mordred, who had been eating and chatting, learned what had happened to these unfortunate people.

Two months ago, the vanguard squad of the First Legion arrived in this star field and immediately encountered the Randan Xenos. Due to the disparity in strength, they were wiped out on the spot.

Then, by enslaving the survivors, much like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, the Randan Xenos began to lure and entice them little by little. By the time the First Legion realized something was wrong, it was too late; the entire galaxy had been infected and occupied by the Randan Xenos.

In order to eliminate the Xenos and cover up the secret, nearly 20,000 Space Marine, along with 100,000 Adeptus Mechanicus Holy Church Army and Auxilia, were deployed to the battlefield.

What was thought to be a decisive battle turned out to be another trap. After reclaiming half the star system, the fleet crashed directly into the Battle Moon of the Randan Xenos.

Yes, even after suffering heavy losses and losing nearly an entire fleet, the Battle Moon was not completely destroyed; it was merely paralyzed in the void, riddled with ship wreckage.

If it weren't for it, Mordred wouldn't have needed to resort to secret infiltration, and the Atlas fleet wouldn't have dared to emerge from the Warp.

"That would be disastrous. If we can't completely destroy that Battle Moon, we'll lose our orbital advantage and won't be able to make a ripple at all."

As expected, it was that pessimistic young man named Cypher who was spouting discouraging remarks again. If Mordred hadn't felt that the name sounded somewhat familiar, she would have slapped him to death long ago.

"Hmph, I see you guys don't understand at all!"

This Canned One is extremely precious; it can save your lives, otherwise you would be dead beyond any hope of survival.

Actually, according to what I call it in my hometown, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and we eat zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) to commemorate the first Deep Strike Trooper in history.

It's a pity I don't have any zongzi (sticky Pineapple Canned Food to make do; at least it has a shell and it's sweet.

Picking up a perfectly sized Canned One, Mordred retracted his tentacles and, amidst a series of grotesque splattering sounds, extracted Ullian's brain.

He put it in Canned One without even putting the lid on, then turned around and pulled a cable from the Dreadnought and stuck it into the brain.

With a spasm, the Dreadnought, with the brain implanted inside, began to tremble involuntarily, finally emitting a slightly puzzled voice through its speaker:

I'm not dead?

"Nonsense, not only are you not dead, but you'll have a hard time dying if you want to in the future. Let's get this straight, no credit for small businesses, you'll have to reimburse me when I get back. Get out of my way and don't block the door."

"And you lot, get down on the ground, shut up, and play dead. No matter what happens, don't move! Remember, if you move, you're dead! Do you understand?"

"Receive!"

After saying that, Mordred reached out and picked up the helmet, pressing it down on his head. Then he pulled out a gigantic teleportation beacon, about the size of a knight, from his back and pressed the activation button.

As the transmission beacon operated normally, 555 small drones shot out, powered by the Chaos Energy Crystal stored inside, and outlined a huge magic circle in the sky.

This somewhat surreal scene drew gasps of amazement from the crowd, except for Cypher, who realized he'd been tricked. The helmet wasn't a teleportation beacon at all; the Primarch was indeed petty.

Meanwhile, Atlas completed the construction of a similar Teleportation Array within the Warp.

As the Randan Xenos surged in from all directions, Mordred's body rapidly grew taller, transforming into a terrifying beast 10 meters in height.

The ferocious the Beast lay prone on the ground, using its four claws and tail to stabilize itself, and raised its head, aiming at the Teleportation Array in the sky.

"You stinking outsiders, let me show you what the darling of the Sea of Souls is all about! Abyssal Dive, activate!"

"Quack--"

In an instant, the world changed color! Chaos Energy Storm erupted from Mordred's mouth, slamming into the Teleportation Array.

A vortex of energy, almost tangible, stirred up space, tearing apart the Veil Barrier that separated the two worlds.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Battle Moon was enveloped by Fel Energy and teleported directly into the Warp, where it was met with:

"Waaaagh!!!"