Icarus Death Angel
Regardless of the facts, bringing the Battle Moon and the Randan Xenos on it into the Warp did indeed create a unique battlefield that was extremely advantageous for Atlas combat.
Moreover, this tactic is only applicable to Atlas; other legions wouldn't even dare to think about it, as the ubiquitous Warp Radiation alone could drive them mad.
Even if they defeat the enemy, they will be neither human nor ghost after they leave, and will only end up killing each other to silence them.
At this very moment, gazing at the Randan Xenos, whose mutations were induced by excessive Warp Radiation and which were beginning to lose their composure, the First Legion's Space Marine were thankful for the first time that they weren't picky eaters.
"Pineapple Canned Food is so delicious!"
"Shut up, who the hell gave you permission to speak? Get out of here right now."
A deep, thunderous roar came from above. Taking advantage of his height, Mordred, who was no longer human, had already seen the true faces of the group of Randan Xenos.
Excluding the pitiful humans enslaved into the army of servants, the two-meter-tall Xenos was not actually terrifying to Mordred, far less so than the experimental subjects he had destroyed.
With just one glance, Mordred could tell that these Xenos were products of highly evolved traits. Such individuals could not possibly be born in nature. After all, what normal creature could turn its limbs into Bio-weapon?
"But I, Mordred, am not someone to be trifled with! Icarus, come out here!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a Scorching Beam descended from the sky, instantly vaporizing those overconfident Flesh Servitor. Immediately following behind Atlas, who charged out from every corner.
"Waaaagh!! Crush them!"
"Atlas will win!"
The battle was about to begin when the Death Angel named Icarus descended from the sky, his Steel Wings revealing a towering figure comparable to that of Warlord Titan.
Unlike the clumsy and rugged Titan, Icarus is a true Death Angel, possessing not only powerful firepower but also graceful lines. Even her face model was selected from Mordred's first beauty pageant, the Serenity Pageant.
This is also his true secret weapon; only Icarus's powerful Computing Power can perfectly coordinate the Teleportation Array to bring the entire Battle Moon into Warp.
The moment Icarus made its debut, the group of ignorant Hakimi were drooling with envy, exclaiming that it was simply too big. Look at the lines, look at the armor, it made them so excited they were practically waving flags!
Unsurprisingly, the one who uttered such heretical remarks was that young man named Cypher, making it hard not to suspect that he had been corrupted by Slaanesh.
What surprised the First Legion even more was that, along with Icarus came not only Atlas's cousins, but also some smaller Combat Automaton dolls, but covered in heavy armor.
These warriors, who do not show their true faces, are extremely efficient; even when their limbs are melted through by plasma, they still refuse to give up the fight.
Their tenacious fighting spirit even terrified Ullian, because these damned things were not human at all, but a group of Abominable Intelligence disguised as metal skeletons wrapped in silicone.
Even so, the Tin Can Kid of the First Legion could understand. After all, what legion doesn't have its little secrets? They even had the Extinction Relic Machine.
But what happened next made them want to gouge their eyes out.
Their group of giant cousins went completely mad, not only emitting strange green light, but also sprouting all sorts of Warp Creature. Most importantly, these bizarre things could even speak.
What do Meet and Split Half"? Father Love Me Again"? I've already called you "Dad," what's wrong with letting me have a bite? Do you think you're being fair to me, spending all my time stealing ammunition for you in the Warp?
Such bizarre and outlandish theories sent chills down everyone's spines, making them wish they had more ears.
Even more terrifying, however, was that as the battle intensified, more and more Warp Creature were summoned by Atlas, one summoning ten, ten summoning a hundred, overwhelming the cannon fodder army of the Randan Xenos in numbers.
Perhaps because of the amputation below the nose, or perhaps because Mordred added some strange ingredients during the surgery, Ullian was unusually active while he was soaking in the Life Support Potion.
"We're doomed. They're not even hiding it from anyone anymore. We're definitely going to be silenced! I haven't even seen my own Primarch yet!"
Hmph, hmph hmph hmph! Damn Xenos, it's all because of you! I'll smash your Kiya!
Either erupt in silence or perish in silence. Seeing their company Captain suddenly go mad, the Playing Dead Kid dead stopped lying around and, without any instruction, learned Atlas's Free Looting, picking up unwanted weapons and joining the battlefield.
Killing one wouldn't be a loss, killing two would be enough. The thought of being silenced and eliminated afterward makes it better to die a glorious death on the battlefield, at least for the empire.
However, the truth is that Mordred didn't care about them at all; all the Atlas were already having a blast.
The Carnifex, a full 10 meters tall, spun rapidly, its four sharp claws indestructible, capable of killing anyone who touched it and maiming anyone who came near, leaving Randan Xenos, questioning the meaning of life.
What's even more infuriating is that whenever they try to focus their fire on this the Beast, Mordred will backstab and flash into the crowd. Even if he gets hit in a vital spot, he can simply open his blood-red maw and eat two health packs to recover!
Only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch; against this terrifying monster, all of Rangdan's techniques are ineffective.
Through a former Space Marine named Tyr, Commander Randan learned that the humans who were frantically Slaughter their own soldiers were Imperial Army called Atlas.
As Warlord second only to the Imperial Warmaster, Tyr clearly understood that their defeat was only a matter of time.
The minions used to wear down the enemy are no match for the summoned Warp Demon, and when their own Hunter Guard try to decapitate the enemy, those sleazy big guys in black armor will use the Daemon as cover.
Even their powerful ability to assimilate enemies was ineffective; it was simply impossible to Flesh Infection.
Even if they are lucky enough to break through the Daemon army and avoid being entangled by the Death Angel, Atlas will show them what true fighting fire with fire means; they are not human!
"Despicable, utterly despicable."
Looking at the ferocious the Beast in the picture, invincible on the battlefield, Tyr knew it was time for him to step in. If they could control this Primarch, they would have a chance to turn the tide.
As Ultimate Being personally nurtured by the Emperor, each Warlord possesses an incredibly strong physique and powerful Psychic Power comparable to Alpha-class Psyker, and Tyr is among the best of them all!
"Laughable lowly creature, the Warp is not just your battlefield."
With a thought, pale frost spread from all around, and the purplish-black Psychic Power, as if alive, penetrated the crust of the Battle Moon and struck Mordred, who was frolicking around, directly into the depths of his consciousness.
Unexpectedly, things went so smoothly. Tyr had already figured out how to assimilate the Familia, gain merit and rewards through this monster called the Primarch, and receive an audience with the Emperor.
"Who are you?"
"I am your master, you foolish the Beast! Let me uncover the deepest, most vulnerable void within your heart!"
"..."
"You mean you're going to use your invincible Psionic Power to browse my consciousness and control me, is that right?"
"Scared now? If you're willing to surrender, I don't mind preserving your Self-Awareness."
"..."
Mordred remained silent, carefully examining the consciousness that had entered his mind. Torn between collapse and breaking down, he ultimately chose to offer a greeting:
"Commendable courage!"