Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne.
A plea for help or a trap? No one knew what that celestial message meant, but Guilliman knew he had to save his offspring.
The mobilization capabilities of the Ultramarines were on full display at this moment.
In just 13 minutes, the escort fleet originally intended to defend against Atlas had assembled, with a full 30,000 Space Marines, plus a tidal wave of Auxilia boarding the ships.
No one doubted that the Emperor's Death Angel could defeat the Xenos; it would surely be another great victory. But only Mordred felt uneasy.
"Guilliman, calm down. I just finished telling you about Nuceria when I suddenly received Star-whisper Transmission. This is too much of a coincidence."
This is clearly a trap to lure us in, don't be impulsive!
Mordred was very familiar with the Ultramarines' personnel system, but the more she knew, the more uneasy she felt.
Unlike the short, sharp, and raid-oriented Atlas, the Ultramarines employ large-scale tactics. A single large unit of theirs may be said to have 1,000 men, but the number of supporting ships, heavy firepower units, and Auxilia is countless.
This force could completely wipe out a planet. No matter how advanced Nuceria's Dark Technology is, it's only within the realm of individual soldiers and cannot withstand an orbital air attack from the sky.
The fact that they were wiped out instantly, and that they didn't even bother to send a distress signal, but instead requested Exterminatus together with each other, must mean they encountered some unforeseen situation.
What could it be? Only Chaos!
Mordred's advice, however, greatly displeased Guilliman, who would absolutely not stand by and watch his offspring die.
"Brother, stop talking. Whether it's a trap or not is meaningless. They've already come to my doorstep. This time, the Ultramarines have mobilized three entire Chapter."
In Great Crusade, this is more than enough to flatten an entire star sector. So what if it's a trap? A single salvo from the fleet can blast the enemy to smithereens. No matter what, the advantage is on our side!
Besides, you've already said we have a brother in Nuceria. I don't like that prophecy, and I absolutely will not watch my brother suffer abuse and eventually become a monster."
"But those aren't ordinary enemies, they're Daemon! Those are the things I dragged out before."
The thought of that Warp Creature named Xier inevitably brought to mind the black-skinned hottie figurines Guilliman secretly kept, and he simply couldn't see what was so scary about them.
"Brother, since you are so familiar with Daemon, how about we work together? I can't judge Koz's misfortune, but I can help another brother avoid it."
In my opinion, although you are my older brother, I am actually older than you. You are just worrying too much. Why do you care so much? As long as it is Xenos, it will definitely die if it is killed!
The significance of the Great Crusade is to eradicate the Xenos and restore humanity to its Golden Age; this is the meaning of our existence.
Mordred was speechless. He didn't know what he was uneasy about, but after meeting those azure eyes, he finally agreed to Guilliman's invitation.
"You're right, I was overthinking things. While we still have time, I'll give you a lesson on those Xenos called Daemon." Of course, I can't wait to fight alongside my brother.
"Then you mustn't fall behind!"
Soon, the combined fleet of Atlas and the Ultramarines was ready to set sail, but although it was called a combined fleet, it actually consisted mostly of Ultramarines.
Atlas had fewer than 3,000 Space Marines, and the Spartan forces that accompanied them numbered only 20,000. The only force that could be considered the main force was the heavily armored Auxilia, a mix of Dog-men and Ogryn.
Upon hearing the news, Koz wanted to go along, but the two of them told him to stay behind and watch the house, and didn't include him at all.
Because he had inadvertently stumbled into Commorragh, Atlas's Webway map had been updated, and Mordred would never choose to undertake a dangerous Warp Voyage.
The hatch of the Abomination slowly opened, and several Aeldari warships, distinct from human vessels, were ejected and flew directly to the front of the fleet to serve as lead ships, guiding the Abomination to dock.
Just as Guilliman was puzzled, Mordred's Holographic Projection appeared in the bridge projection:
"Don't be surprised, this is just one of the many secrets of Atlas. Next, you will experience what the Emperor has been pursuing his whole life. Don't fall behind, we're about to accelerate."
Before Mordred could finish speaking, a massive door suddenly appeared in the void, and the Abomination plunged straight into it.
"Father, should we follow them?" asked the legion commander named Gage. After all, anyone would be apprehensive about this unusual mode of travel, especially since it involved Xenos technology.
Faced with his son's questioning, Guilliman was somewhat confused, but still chose to believe his brother and gave the order:
"Follow him, my brother won't harm me!"
Since it was their first time stepping into the Webway, the Ultramarines were just as surprised as country bumpkins, and they all pressed their faces against the portholes to look out, especially the navigators with three eyes.
This was completely different from their previous experiences. Putting aside speed and safety, the stability without any mental interference was Moved to move them to tears.
Looking at the Obscurus Sector realm Outside World, completely different from the karmic space, Guilliman suddenly regretted what he had said earlier, wondering if he should capture a few Aeldari himself. This Webway was indeed extraordinary.
Before he could think about it further, Mordred's voice rang in his ears again, along with a digital copy of a book called "The Complete Encyclopedia of Daemon That Even Ogryn Can Understand."
He hurriedly opened the data panel and looked at the comic book filled with various simple doodles, providing a comprehensive analysis of various Warp Entity and Xenos. Guilliman was certain that Ogryn could understand this thing.
"But why draw the Daemon on these so lewdly? Are you sure this won't demoralize the troops?"
Mordred in the Holographic Projection curled her lip, thinking to herself, "This Guilliman talks too much. I've already sent you internal documents, and he's still nitpicking. Is it a crime for an artist to be so skilled?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Time is tight and the task is heavy. Judging from the current speed, we have about a week to prepare. Next, I will reveal Atlas's true mission to you."
Every Ultramarines must study diligently. The enemy we are about to face is far beyond what ordinary Xenos can be. You may very well succumb to madness and become corrupted slaves.
"So how can we avoid it?"
After voicing this question, Guilliman saw Mordred looking at him with extreme reluctance:
"Yes, and there are many ways I know of, but you are not Atlas, nor are you the space skeleton of the number one physics team."
Therefore, there is only one method that applies to you: empty your mind and fight like an Ogryn, and pray to me when you are about to give up!
"Huh? Are you sure this makes sense?" If he hadn't misheard, Guilliman clearly heard his brother utter some rather lewd words, but Mordred's determined gaze made him unable to confirm whether he had misheard.
Mordred didn't want to do this either; being the object of someone else's fantasies is a rather unpleasant experience for anyone, but that's just how it is.
Through long-term observation and experimentation, the Dark Moon Cult, or rather, its Pointy-eared sprouts, has developed a comprehensive set of measures to avoid being abducted by Slaanesh over the past few years.
Because fanatics are subconsciously captured by Mordred and eaten like snacks, they eventually Sanity Collapsed and suffer the tragic fate of becoming Aberrant.
But if you don't believe, you might be abducted by sexual abuse, so the strength of your faith needs to be kept within a reasonable range. The idea is that since it's free, you should believe a little bit.
To put it more vividly, every member of the Dark Moon Cult is warming themselves by a fire. Slaanesh is like the blizzard outside, and Mordred is like the fire source. Getting close can prevent you from freezing to death, but getting too close will burn you to death.
So, to avoid going from one-sided to a dead end, this group of rather reckless Pointy-ears individuals came up with an extremely ridiculous idea: to use life-size Mordred figures to represent themselves. When Mordred learned of this, he genuinely wanted to kill these bean sprouts, but he was also conflicted about giving up his Webway journey.
Ultimately, he succumbed to internal conflict and completely gave up on treatment.
Mordred was unwilling to explain the reasons to Guilliman, and could only give vague answers, saying that you should trust me and think positively, maybe we won't even need it!
The more you think, the more mistakes you'll make. When the time comes, just focus on killing people and don't overthink things!
To ensure everything went smoothly, Mordred also transferred a group of Dark Moon Cult there, having them act as battlefield priests and engage in some Warp superstition.
While the Ultramarines were watching the Daemon lewd images and pointing fingers at the Dark Moon Cult, far away in Nuceria, Ultramarines Hill watched the Chaos army begin their final, desperate resistance as they engaged in indiscriminate sexual acts.
"Your Highness Angron, how much longer can you hold on?"
The giant whose name was called stared blankly, the Blasphemous Artifact above his head hissing and pouring endless rage into the slave named Angron.
Clearly, the unfortunate Angron could not escape the tragic fate of being branded with the Butcher's Nail. However, if Mordred were present, he would surely be puzzled by Angron's current state.
He actually had two nails on his head! They swayed there like twin ponytails, and every now and then he would fight with both hands simultaneously.
Wolf slammed his right skull hard, then rammed the Butcher's Nail deeper into his brain. After making sure he no longer felt that damned pleasure, Angron, covered in sweat Collapsed on the Ground.
"Blood for the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne —are you even capable of this, you piece of trash?!"