Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Author: Ohm's Messiah

Summary:

Human civilization has entered the 01th millennium. The galaxy is burning in the human civil war, and the Emperor's expedition to reshape civilization has come to nothing. At this moment of hope and despair, Roche, who has ended his long sleep, begins his journey. As the only executor of the "Reinforce the Future" plan, he will use the legacy of the Golden Age to continue human civilization and continuously complete the technology tree to seek a breakthrough. Emperor: This universe is hopeless. Go, leave, and remember your mission. Roche: Hope has never disappeared, the expedition has never stopped, and there are infinite possibilities in the multiverse. When I return, everything will be redeemed. I am the Primarch's closest ally, the pioneer of the Eldar's revival, the most powerful and domineering waaaaghboss in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, the hope of the Necrons' souls, the driver of the Star Gods. You can call me the walking Messiah of Ohm, I will lead the mankind who is sinking in endless suffering to launch an eternal expedition... (Imperial camp, human standpoint, Warhammer universe line before one million words, multiverse line after one million and eight hundred thousand words interspersed with Warhammer) Universe : X-Men Universe

Chapter 1 Beginning Isstvan 5

Welcome to the future, Roche

This was the first sound Roshi heard after waking up from his deep sleep.

The light of the Stasis Stand went out, and the ancient being that had been sealed for ten thousand years regained its ability to move.

A strong trance, accompanied by chaotic memories sweeping across his brain, he glanced around blankly and recalled that he was in a stasis room.

"What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

[3658765 Earth days have passed since you entered hibernation]

"Yes, ten thousand years, what a long time." Luo Xi stood up from the stopped stasis, moved his stiff legs to the outside of the cabin, and paused, "Since I have been awakened, it means that mankind has finally moved towards that terrible future."

Roche, the executor of the Future Reinforcement Plan, comes from the 21st millennium of human civilization, a glorious era when humans have spread throughout the galaxy and the power of technology is enough to reshape the starry sea.

With the application of subspace navigation, the popularization of strong artificial intelligence, and the invention of the STC standard construction template, human civilization has experienced explosive development.

The traces of human pioneers can be found in the accretion disk of the black hole at the center of the Milky Way and in the void space outside the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy.

It can be said that this is an era belonging to mankind, and the Milky Way is the Milky Way of mankind.

"But beneath the splendor lies a raging fire. Warp travel connects the entire galaxy's human race, but in that mysterious warp, there are eyes with ill intentions hidden."

In his mind, Luo Xi recalled the last conversation between him and the Chief of the Alliance's Science Department ten thousand years ago when he joined the [Future Reinforcement Plan].

"Although our civilization has made unprecedented achievements, I am not optimistic about the future of mankind." said the Chief of the Alliance's Science Department, a pioneer in charge of the highest technological forces of human civilization.

"The Warp is the ocean of the non-material world. It seems calm and gentle, but when it boils, when the eyes that have been hidden behind the curtain finally stop watching, we will face an unprecedented crisis of destruction."

Luo Xi was puzzled by the Chief's pessimistic attitude. He had witnessed too many miracles created by humans and knew well the tremendous power that this race possessed.

"We have a powerful fleet that can roam the galaxy. We are not afraid even of the Eldar who call themselves Aida. What can defeat the stone men and iron men?" Roche asked back.

The Chief's expression did not change, as if he had no confidence in the horrific creations that were born from their hands.

Forbidden weapons can easily tear apart stars, and countless swarms of nano-insects devour planets just to more conveniently obtain the minerals needed by humans. Humans created stone men with powerful scientific research capabilities, and then created an endless army of iron men controlled by AI.

Even the laws of physics are not unshakable, and humans have touched upon the great power of time and space.

"But what if these most dangerous weapons are pointed at their former masters?"

The Chief's words left Luo Xi silent. He had survived from the third millennium of mankind to the present day. He had witnessed the rise of mankind as well as the moments of civil strife within this race.

“We have compiled the vast majority of STCs in the current alliance technology system and shaped them into a final backup that can continue human technology and civilization.”

"However, technology alone is not enough, so we chose you. Your immortal physique has allowed you to survive from the distant past to the present. You were born when humans were still in their infancy and looking at the sea of ​​stars."

"You have witnessed how our civilization has grown step by step from the cradle to the peak."

"Your genes have not been edited or modified in any way. They are primitive and crude compared to those guys who call themselves Golden Men. The genes of Golden Men have been perfected through continuous improvement. They are not afraid of disease and aging. The analytical ability of their modified brains is a hundred times that of ordinary people, and their physical strength and reaction speed are comparable to those of Superman."

"However, perfection is synonymous with imperfection. There is no turning back in genetic modification. When we go down a dark road, we also lose more possibilities. But you are different. Those parts of your genes that are classified as inefficient and redundant contain such possibilities."

Luo Xi silently remembered every word of the Chief, but he was puzzled in his heart as to why the Chief and those outstanding scientists were unwilling to go into the future.

As if he saw the confusion, the chief finally smiled and said easily: "Everyone has his or her own mission. We belong to this era."

"Among our people, a trend of losing reverence for the universe is spreading. The increasingly crazy genetic blasphemy and psychic exploration are already showing a tendency to get out of control. All of this needs the guidance of rational people."

"By the way, the plan hasn't been named yet. I think it's better for you, as the executor of the plan, to name it."

The chief changed the subject.

"What's your name..."

"Let's call it Red Alert."

When humanity is heading towards extinction, Red Alert will revive again and hold the last hope firmly in its hands.

"You are the spark of humanity. When you wake up again one day in the future, please remember your mission."

As the potion took effect, Luo Xi's vision began to blur, but he still wanted to take one more look at this defender of humanity.

The Chief seemed to be waving to him, saying goodbye to this old friend.

"Please allow the human race to continue and ensure that the torch of human civilization will not be cut off."

The hatch of the Red Alert slowly closed, with the sound of mechanical collisions. The Chief stared at the starship that was sailing into the dark galaxy under the control of the intelligent computer and gradually disappeared before his eyes, muttering to himself.

"Goodbye, my friend..."

-

006.M31, Isstvan System.

This is a dead world.

Nuclear weapons of innumerable yields tore apart the mountains, flattened the valleys, evaporated the ashes of the earth, and diffused in the atmosphere accompanied by the roar of light spears and macro cannons.

The surface of the planet is densely covered with craters that can bury heavy vehicles, dirty groundwater, molten steel, and the blood of countless human deaths, which together form a deadly liquid that exudes a strong smell of rust and blood.

Faint light fell through the gaps in the nuclear cloud, creating a few extremely fine ripples on the effusion with extremely low reflectivity.

The water ripples slowly spread out and finally broke amid the increasingly obvious sound of trampling.

“The smell of those rats is right here.”

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly appeared. A team of giant warriors wearing gray-green power armor, holding giant sickles with terrifying serrations, and two meters four in height were exposed to an environment filled with poison gas and strong radiation.

Even for the Emperor's superhuman warriors like the Astartes, such a harsh environment is a great test, but for this small group of traitors from the Death Guard Legion, it reminds them of the smell of their home planet Barbarus.

"It's been four months. It's been such a long time since the massacre at the landing site, and yet there are still these troublesome guys operating under our noses."

"The Primarch's patience is almost exhausted. After the Warmaster annihilated the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard, he no longer needs to worry about so much. Our warships can head straight for Terra soon."

The leading Space Marine took a deep breath of air into his nostrils, then bent down, and with a slight sound from the armored servo system, he pinched a drop of slightly different blood sand in front of him.

Genetic detection nerves. The transformation surgery that Astartes underwent gave him super information tracking ability. Even just a drop of blood can expose the information of many bleeding people.

The owner of this drop of blood was undoubtedly seriously injured. According to the Death Guard, even if they gave up the pursuit, it would be difficult for him to survive two Terra days.

This hell on earth was deadly quiet, with only the chaotic air currents occasionally causing whistling screams.

The Death Guard stood quietly in place, slowly clenching the bloody chainsaw sickle in his hand.

Although their mouths were full of ridicule towards the three legions that were surrounded and annihilated at the landing point, deep down in their hearts, the Death Guard warriors knew very well that their enemies were superhuman warriors who were also Astartes.

They are a group of monsters who are tough enough to survive high-energy nuclear explosions, orbital bombardments, and heavy artillery attacks.

The ground is shaking.

The precise gyroscope of the MKⅡ power armor felt the slight vibration coming from under their feet, and the seven Death Guard warriors suddenly scattered, leaving their original positions almost in a flash.

"Attack!"

Furious warnings were mixed with the sound of cracking rocks. Although their reaction speed was measured in microseconds, it was still a little slow in the face of this carefully designed ambush.

The earth shattered, and after the key geological nodes were destroyed by high-energy explosives, the ground collapsed and sank instantly, swallowing the traitors into the ground like a small earthquake.

The rocks were still collapsing, and the Death Guards, who were caught off guard, were squeezed into hundreds of tons of broken rock. Even their strong bodies protected by ceramsite armor were severely damaged.

Two Death Guard warriors were buried directly at the bottom by the collapsed boulders, while the ceramic steel armor of the remaining five was deformed and cracked, and the muscles and bones under the black shells were damaged and broken.

"Oh!"

A dull explosion tore through the air as a vengeful bullet was fired from the gun. The precise trajectory ignored the almost zero visibility in the air and tore the neck of a Death Guard.

The defensive power of the Astartes' ceramic steel armor on the chest and shoulder armor is extremely amazing, and even explosive bombs cannot penetrate it 100%.

As for the joints of the power armor, such as the helmet and legs, which have to give way to flexibility, the explosive shells are powerful enough to penetrate the ceramsite and destroy the flesh of the Space Marine.

The shattered shrapnel continued to accelerate, and after piercing the helmet, it continued to kill and injure the rest of the people, carrying with it the white skull fragments and helmet fragments of the dead man.

"You shameless traitors have failed the Emperor by killing your former comrades!"

In the dark underground tunnel, cold electronic sounds penetrated the dust.

However, what responded to him were a dozen explosive bombs that also carried deadly intent. The Death Guards held their bolters and fired accurately at the source of the sound. The huge recoil was offset by their powerful bodies under the power armor.

Two explosive bombs hit the attacker in the dark, but there was no dull explosion sound of hitting a flesh and blood body.

It's the Iron Hand.

From the echo of the sound, the Death Guard understood that on this cage planet, only the Iron Hands warriors who had undergone extensive prosthetic modifications would react like this.

The grenade launcher in his hand fired continuously, and several Death Guards around him quickly moved, looking for the nearest cover while locking down the fire network.

In just one second, the Death Guards fired dozens of heavy bombs.

The roar of the heavy bomb was like a hammer hitting an anvil, echoing in the tunnel at an unknown depth.

As they expected, the ambushed Iron Hands did not stay for long, but turned around and fled into the deep and dark underground tunnel.

After four months of encirclement and suppression war, the soldiers who survived the massacre at the landing site had already used up all their explosives, ammunition and war supplies.

"This tunnel does not exist in the Legion's command system, which means there may be more Iron Hands and Raven Guards hiding in it, waging annoying guerrilla warfare against us." The squad leader's voice echoed in the channel.

"Send the message and tell them where we are."

The Death Guard did not choose to continue pursuing. Two Space Marines guarded the direction of the enemy's escape. They turned on the communication channel built into the power armor and tried to send the location here to the Legion Command.

"Zizzizi..."

The strong electromagnetic interference that appeared at the critical moment blocked the Death Guard team's attempt to report the news.

They are still here!

With a strong sense of crisis, the Death Guards activated the chainsaws in their hands, and the buzzing scythes suddenly chopped down in front of them!

The Death Guard captain's reaction speed was as fast as lightning, but in the darkness, a dark figure appeared at some point, holding two dull power swords and lightly tapping the rotating gears of the chainsaw sickle.

The black-armored warrior that suddenly appeared hit the vulnerable part of the chainsaw sickle, causing the motor to jam and the Death Guard warrior's movements also revealed a flaw.

The power sword slashed through the Death Guard's arm armor, and the tip of the sword skimmed across the surface of the ceramic steel, piercing the weak spot at the throat just right.