Nuceria's Great Mess

Khorne, also known as the Blood God, nicknamed the Headless Dog, or simply the Khorne.

But if you ask if Khorne will work, then definitely he will. After all, in this time of war, Khorne is already the most powerful Most Dominating of the Four Merchants.

As a seasoned gambler, the second-in-command, who wields the Second Son of insatiable killing, has an even stronger gambling instinct than the Emperor, perfectly embodying the saying, "Blood doesn't ask where it comes from."

The skull doesn't discriminate based on who it belongs to.

Khorne may admire courage, but none of the Chaos God are good. The blood of the strong is blood, and the blood of women, children, and the elderly is also blood. In any case, it's all about bloodshed and slaughter. As long as you're willing to fight, Khorne won't be stingy with his blessings. The only difference is whether you can please him.

But don't think of Khorne as just a mindless red-skinned brute who only knows how to hack and slash. Warcraft is also one of his domains. This Warp artifact is very sophisticated, and he even used it to seize some of the powers of Vile Arts.

However, after the Cursed known as the Emperor made a deal with the Four Gods, Khorne developed a new hobby: drawing cards, and he was extremely greedy about it.

Let's not even talk about the Great Angel; it's a limited-edition gold SSR, something everyone wants, the competition is too fierce, it's on the level of White Moonlight.

As for Mordred, he was a favorite of all the Chaos God, who raised him like a son with the Golden Giant and would occasionally send him Warp debris as a reward.

But aside from the two figures that all the Chaos God want, the Four still has its own guaranteed drops.

The safest bet is with the fat bastard Nurgle, he's chosen the stinky young man, the Tzeentch birdman goes without saying, his wisdom is the epitome of genius, Khorne guarantees Angron, Slaanesh guarantees Fou Fulgrim.

The problem lies with Fulgrim. Due to Mordred's actions, his entire destiny has been thrown into chaos. The Slaanesh, with its minor Slaanesh, has decided to develop a second mine. So, who is the most suitable candidate?

The answer is Angron!

Angron's ability to absorb the negative emotions of others and influence their hearts is so perfect for Slaanesh's corruption criteria, even more so than Fulgrim's.

Once Angron is corrupted, the Slaanesh can use it as a stepping stone to slowly corrupt other Primarchs. Even if they don't use it to corrupt other Primarchs, they can use it for themselves as a Purple Mood toy. The only obstacle is the Khorne.

Going all in is a kind of wisdom; as Chaos Gods, a collection of extreme emotions, it is impossible for him to restrain his desires.

The only price paid for the two Chaos God' struggle was an unfortunate soul named Angron.

As the silence in the void was quietly broken, the combined fleet of the Webway, after a week, finally emerged from the tunnel and entered the Material Universe.

But when Mordred saw Nuceria, a planet half-polluted and red and purple like a tomato, all his plans were instantly disrupted.

All sorts of Daemon Engine churned and clashed in the void, with human, Dark Eldar, and even other Xenos ships whose names were not even known arriving one after another, shouting the names of their own gods, completely turning the place into a chaotic mess.

Even through the cracks, Mordred could see countless phantoms trying to penetrate the Realspace.

"#, where did I get this done?"

In less than half a second, the ship's Warp alarms began to sound frantically, and intense Warp Radiation was splashed into every corner of the fleet, instantly destroying the sanity and thinking of a large number of ordinary soldiers.

This is still the result of the Gellar Field not being shut down and the dimensional barrier still existing. If it hadn't been activated, at least half of the fleet's mortals would have been completely corrupted into a lump of Chaos Spawn after facing the true face of Chaos.

Without any hesitation, when faced with this unexpected situation, the highly disciplined Space Marine immediately sealed all the ship's windows.

It also increased the energy output of the Gellar Field to protect the safety of the rear fleet.

"What kind of monster is this?" Guilliman, who had been calm before, suddenly lost his composure upon witnessing the Chaos. He began to understand why Mordred was uneasy.

The blasphemous Chaos Eight-Pointed Star was engraved on the ship, and twisted, grotesque flesh grew from the steel deck. Rather than a ship, it resembled a living, Warp behemoth.

What's even more unsettling is the image of the two Gloriana-class Battleship boarding and exchanging fire. Some experienced veterans have already recognized one of them by its markings.

"That's the Emperor's Pride, but it's simply impossible!"

Mordred recognized the opposing force at a glance; they were clearly the rebellious World Eaters and the Son of the Emperor, meaning he hadn't been mistaken— Khorne and Slaanesh had attacked simultaneously.

Aside from the Chaos God, Mordred couldn't think of anyone else who could spawn troops from the void and bring future rebellious Space Marine into the present day; it was utterly cheating!

"Nothing is impossible! They are the enemy, they are Xenos. In the name of the Warmaster, I order you to open fire."

Mordred's voice rang out throughout the fleet, interrupting the unsettling thoughts.

"Guilliman, didn't you want to know why I'm so hesitant? This is the answer, and also our Atlas's ultimate hypothetical enemy. What are you waiting for? Open fire!"

"Red or purple?"

"Attack both of them! What are you talking nonsense for?"

Without any hesitation, Atlas, already accustomed to the Warp Radiation, instantly opened fire, his Radiant Light Spear slamming into the Chaos ship.

The Macro Cannon array is ready and will begin beyond-visual-range strikes.

This is where the Ultramarines' weaknesses become apparent. When it comes to troop deployment, farming, and resource management, Atlas is no match for these giant blueberries.

When it comes to on-the-spot reaction, the Ultramarines is always a step behind. He starts wondering if the other side is even an ally, and by the time he figures it out, it's too late. That's Guilliman for you.

Fortunately, Mordred's preparations had not been in vain. Seeing that the Abomination had begun to fire wildly, the Glory of Macragge reacted immediately and followed suit, unleashing a fierce barrage of fire at the enemy.

The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch, with all four Gloriana-class Battleship exchanging fire passionately in the small town of Nuceria, filling the entire airspace with artillery fire.

The Fealty Lance remains humanity's most powerful weapon. Countless shells and torpedoes are launched at enemy warships. Even though the Void Shield redirects the attack into the Warp, the overwhelming firepower can still overload it.

Not to mention those small, thin-skinned ships that must be taken out first; otherwise, if the fleet surrounds them and they board at close range, the only option will be the most brutal urban warfare on board.

The Ultramarines, with their vast resources and manpower, naturally unleashed a barrage of fire, and Atlas, well-versed in this strategy, had no shortage of ammunition.

The sudden and fierce bombardment stunned everyone. The World Eaters and the Son of the Emperor were surprised by the sudden appearance of the False Emperor's lackeys and stopped fighting among themselves, turning instead to attack the Ultramarines at the same time.

But as they tested it out, a strange thing happened: the combined forces' firepower had no problem bombarding the Son of the Emperor, but it was completely ineffective against the Chaos Fleet led by the Conqueror.

Looking at the Gloriana-class flagship that was firing and charging forward like a pig, Mordred knew that there was no point in wasting time with them; she had to shut down the dimensional rift.

Seeing that the ranged attack was ineffective, Mordred immediately ordered the Abomination at close range, while simultaneously warning Guilliman via internal communications:

"We'll hold off the Conquerors. Focus fire and take down the Son of the Emperor first. You have the largest fleet, so come and support us as soon as you're done."

Do not let your mind wander. If any special circumstances arise, retreat and seek prayer from the nearest Dark Moon Cult.

My future is in your hands, Guilliman!

Once Guilliman was in position, he didn't hesitate and immediately ordered the fleet to counter-encircle them. With the Glory of Macragge's insane firepower, they suppressed the Son of the Emperor's counterattack and gradually closed in.

They were all taught by the same master and couldn't counter each other's moves. Due to a strange tacit understanding, what should have been a passionate space battle turned into a boarding operation.

"Boom!"

The four Gloriana-class Battleship collided violently, their cannons of all sizes opening fire at close range, tearing at each other's hulls and turning each other into a space island. The violent tremors were so intense that even though sound cannot travel through the void, Atlas could hear the teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing through the hulls.

Perhaps it had been marinated in the Warp, because the bow of the Abomination, equipped with Chaos Energy Furnace, suddenly tore open a crack. Under the control of Icarus, who was the main control core, countless metal pipes flashing with Fel Energy electricity shot out and pierced into the body of the Conqueror.

"Charge! Crush them!"

"Crush them, Waaaagh!!"

Through the pipes, Mordred took the lead, transforming directly into a behemoth and charging into this pathetic creation that had become a breeding ground for Chaos.

But as soon as Mordred entered, he noticed the unusual nature of this place: all sorts of mangled flesh and limbs were piled up together, blending into the steel walls amidst the ubiquitous Khorne symbols.

The World Eaters Long Prepared, opened fire first, but no matter how it attacked, it could not penetrate Mordred's black armor. Even when it used its Melta- melting technique to break through, the armor would be restored to its original state amidst flashes of Emerald Lightning, leaving the World Eaters soldier's mind reeling.

"The Star God Power, kid!"

With a single punch, Mordred smashed the soldier who dared to shoot at him. As more and more Atlas entered, Mordred lay sprawled on the ground, countless fleshy tendrils shooting out and devouring the Warp Energy on the Chaos ship.

On the contrary, the Atlas, disregarding everything, relied on their size and strength, transforming into enchanted warriors and wielding Daemon weapons to hack and slash indiscriminately:

"Damn little dwarf, you dare to ambush your Grandpa Atlas? You think you're so tough? I'll make you fly!"

The Khan had truly mastered Mordred's skills, sent his enemy's head flying with Power Fist. Compared to the trash who needed to open Gellar Field to enter the Warp, Atlas could even act as a maggot in the Sea of Souls.

In one-on-one combat, apart from the most formidable legion warriors, no other legion's individual soldier can match Atlas's skill level.

However, after eliminating their immediate enemies, the large figures did not venture too far in. Instead, they cautiously gathered around their Primarch to protect him.

Strangely enough, those Chaos Warriors who were destroyed were not physical entities at all, and they left no corpses after death. They simply turned into a pool of pure Warp Energy and dissipated there.

As time passed, more and more Fel Energy flowed into the Conqueror's body through the pipes and connected to Mordred's body.

At this moment, Mordred had completely abandoned her human form. With the frenzied accumulation of steel and flesh, she had transformed into a bio-cannon that occupied most of the deck and whose size was impossible to calculate.

Once Mordred's Fel Energy reserves reached their peak, she could no longer endure it and opened her Great Maw, aiming at the Warp Rift that stretched across the horizon.

In an instant, all life on the battlefield felt dizzy, and finally, under the frantic warning of instinct, they tightly closed their eyes.

Light, a murky green electric light, filled the entire starry sky and bombarded the dimensional rift that was constantly spewing out Warp Radiation, like a green grassland that was gradually healing.

Everyone heard that arrogant, maniacal scream:

"Fight your mother! Ten thousand bolts of Fel Energy will swirl, devour my Dragon Emperor's extradimensional Kiya!"