Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Luo Xi looked at Dantioch and saw that he was trembling slightly. The expression under the iron mask of this veteran with an indestructible will had already gone out of control.

But he still maintained his image and demeanor on the surface.

"Duty lies, my lord."

The Warsmith appeared calm on the surface, but he secretly vowed in his heart that he must work harder and make more contributions to live up to Lord Roboute's high expectations.

This is the charm of the Lord of the Limits. Even if someone is a member of the rebel army, he has the courage and ability to make use of him.

Just then, the voice of Titus Prieto came from outside the door.

The director of the think tank came with a request for an audience.

"My lord, Captain Alexis Polux of the Imperial Fists requests a meeting with you."

The Librarian saw the projection of Dantioch beside the Primarch and added another sentence.

"He came to you because of this blacksmith."

Guilliman waved his hand and asked his trusted Librarian to bring in Pollux.

As the Fist of the Empire, which was as huge as a giant, entered the room, Dantioch beside Roche visibly tensed up.

He could sense the blacksmith's nervousness and restlessness.

Polux nodded in salute to the Primarch, then focused his attention entirely on the Warsmith's face.

And Dantioch was also staring at the son of Dorne intently, and there was a strong smell of tension between the two of them.

"Captain," said Dantioch.

"The Warsmith," Polux answered.

The son of Dorn turned his gaze back to Guilliman. "My lord, that is why I have come. Please allow me to have a conversation with the warsmith."

Roche looked with interest at this pair of opposing warriors, the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, one loyal and one traitor, but now both gathered in Macragge.

He is looking forward to what sparks will fly between the two.

Even without knowing Polux beforehand, Dantioch was well aware of the intentions of this suddenly appearing Imperial Fists captain: he came for the Iron Warriors.

This is the tacit understanding between the two legions, which can also be called struggle experience.

The Warsmith did not give it too much thought, for he was well aware of the sensitivity of his identity. If this Imperial Fist treated him kindly, he would instead feel horrified and strange.

Chapter 181 The Collision of Stone and Steel

"Captain Pollax, I have heard about your brilliant naval battle in the Farr system. You are an admirable loyalist, so I guess you will have the same doubts and suspicions about me, right?" Dantioch said.

"I reserve my opinion." In front of the Primarch, Pollax chose to be cautious in his words and actions.

But even Luo Xi could easily see the dissatisfaction and hatred on his face.

"Don't be shy. Lord Roboute won't be angry with you or me because of this." The blacksmith smiled. The muscles and skin behind his mask stacked together weirdly, making people feel that he was smiling.

"Don't lie. The sons of Dorne never lie."

Pollax was also amused by the Iron Warriors' words. He followed his wishes and said, "Well, I hate you. The Iron Warriors have failed the Emperor's expectations. Your leader Perturabo chose to betray the Empire."

"I boarded your Ironblood during the naval battle at Farr, and the Imperial Fists warriors reached Perturabo."

The blacksmith replied, "I feel sorry for you. If I were there, I would definitely kill Perturabo as well. He does not deserve the Emperor's attention, and he has failed us."

Pollax had thought that the blacksmith would make a few remarks in defense of his Primarch, but Dantioch's explicit curse left him at a loss as to what to do.

He decided to put that aside and move on to the issue of Sosa, which was managed by Dantioch.

The Imperial Fists said, "My Lord, I have improved and overhauled Macragge's defense system as you requested. I have also checked all potential loopholes at all costs as you invited me to do. Now I have found the most important weakness."

Guilliman and Roche watched as Dantioch and Pollax stood side by side, while the tall Imperial Fist made his accusation to the blacksmith beside him.

"You mean, the biggest weakness of the Macragge Line of Defense is me? An Iron Warrior?" Dantioch made his point more clearly and in a more unpleasant way.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Pollax said. He was over three meters tall, and Dantioch had the sturdy characteristics of the Iron Warriors gene-seed, and was several heads shorter than the Imperial Fists.

"You cannot deny that your legion has betrayed. In fact, the Iron Warriors and Perturabo are among the most powerful legions in the rebels. The damage you have caused to the Empire is among the best. How can I believe you?"

The Imperial Fists' words were more powerful than their offensive capabilities, and he began to become more aggressive, throwing out more questions.

"We all know that the most important thing in Macragge today is actually the technological creation that can illuminate the warp and serve as a star torch beacon. It is related to the life and death of the 500 worlds of Ultramar, but it is actually controlled by a suspicious person like you."

Luo Xi also spoke up for the blacksmith at the right time. He had been with Dantioch for a long time and naturally understood his loyalty to the empire.

He was also aware of Dantioch's typical Iron Warrior character. He tended to keep any emotions to himself. He would often secretly remember hatred and then start to lose his temper after returning to his base.

"Your accusation is based on stereotypes and subjective emotions. Dantioch, the son of Dorne, was the key person in discovering and cracking the Pharos. It was he who lit up the Pharos, allowing you, the unfortunate ones lost in the warp, to return one day."

"Yes, I admit it." The Imperial Fists did not refute, this was the fact.

"But loyalty can be faked, sir. It is entirely possible that he could use this to infiltrate the 500 worlds of Ultramar, and once he gains trust and takes over important positions, he could cause even greater damage."

The two men turned their attention to Guilliman.

The Primarch stretched out his hands, signaling the two to stay calm.

The Warsmith was the head of the Sosa Project and the hero who illuminated the Five Hundred Worlds. The latter was the heroic commander of the Battle of Fal and the commander of the Macragge Line appointed by him.

The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh, and it is difficult for the Lord of Limits to make a decision.

"If Dantioch had ill intentions, then Macragge would have fallen long before today, right, Captain?" said Roche.

"We understand your concerns, and this is indeed a fatal weakness from your point of view."

Pollax looked at the mortal who had spoken, he was the Primarch's trusted advisor and a very mysterious man.

Rumor has it that many of the changes happening in the Five Hundred Worlds today are related to him.

Therefore, he summoned up the patience to listen to Luo Xi finish his speech.

"Of all the Legions, you two, the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, are the most skilled in the art of war. You are equally skilled in building lines of defense and breaching barriers."

"Working together will benefit both parties, fighting will hurt both parties. Dantioch's loyalty is unquestionable, and Pollax's doubts are understandable - but if you can put aside your prejudices and join forces, then I can't imagine any existence that can break through the defenses built by both the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists."

With Roche's help in smoothing things over, Guilliman also spoke up and joined in at the right time.

"The Pharos is already operational. I suggest that Dantioch can also spare some time to work with Captain Pollax to strengthen Macragge's current defense system."

"You both can't convince each other, so let time give the answer."

Let the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors work together...

Luo Xi thought this was a bold attempt. If the two of them could restrain themselves and not strangle each other to death, it might be able to work wonders.

One is the stone of the Imperial Fists, the other is the steel of the Iron Warriors. If they can work together, they will become reinforced concrete with the best of both worlds.

"We can communicate every day, you supervise me, and I will share every plan with you." Dantioch's eyes were frank and bright, which was more eye-catching under the magnification of his iron mask.

"All the secrets of the Iron Warriors, all the techniques and philosophies will be revealed to you, Imperial Fists. You can see my loyalty with your own eyes."

Pollax looked down at Dantioch's heartfelt words.

For the love of Dorn, Pollax felt himself wavering, wavering on a damned Iron Warrior.

The thought of bringing shame to the Gene Father overwhelmed the gigantic Polux.

But if he put aside the background of the other party's rebellious legion, Polux could not allow himself to doubt a hero who had made great achievements in battle and repeatedly proved his loyalty to the empire.

The son of Dorne was silent for three seconds, which seemed like a century.

"I will monitor you. If you show any abnormality or suspicion, I will ask the Primarch to arrest you."

"Don't even think about getting away with it. I've seen through your father's plan, and you can't hide it from me either."

After leaving these threatening words, Pollax bowed and turned to leave the Primarch's office.

After saying goodbye, Dantioch removed the projection of Pharos, leaving Guilliman and Roche looking at each other in the room.

"It's not easy for you to control these guys with different personalities and grudges against each other at the same time." Luo Xi couldn't help but sigh.

"It's good that you understand." Guilliman said dimly.

The two men laughed out loud at the same time. Having the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists working together actually seemed a little reasonable in its weirdness.

"You definitely did it on purpose. Pollax arrived at the right time and ran into Dantioch."

Guilliman smiled but said nothing. This was an attempt of great significance. If Dantioch and Pollax could live in harmony, then it would at least prove that the feud between those legions could be resolved.

The Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors, the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons, and even the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers, these pairs of legions with a special relationship may be able to find what they have lost by fighting side by side.

Chapter 182 A Visitor from Kos

As the great Dark Angels descended upon Macragge, no one noticed that a tiny civilian ship had crossed the vast distance and arrived at the Hellion Orbital Plate on the same day.

This is a starship coming from Calth, from that painful scar of the Five Hundred Worlds that is difficult to heal.

The once rising world was destroyed in the Battle of Calth, and Guilliman subsequently sent the Adeptus Mechanicus to try to save Calth. Weather controllers formed a permanent, thick barrier in the planet's atmosphere to block the deadly stellar radiation.

Although the intensity of radiation weakened by the atmosphere is no longer enough to kill a mortal wearing basic protective gear, many Calth people have lost all attachment to their homeland and choose to board starships and head for a new world.

The Ultramarines stationed in the wasteland of Calth provided free one-way tickets to all mortals who wanted to leave. Civilian ships deployed by the Ultramarines carried tens of thousands of Calth people away from their homeland.

Naturally, the free boat tickets were not very comfortable. These people of Kos, who had nothing, squeezed onto the boat with fear and trauma. The boat was overcrowded, and the air that had circulated countless times, with an unpleasant odor that could not be filtered out, was inhaled into their already numb chests.

Fortunately, this long journey has finally come to an end. The immigrant ship has arrived at the gravity docking platform surrounding Macragge. They will disembark here and go to a suitable place according to the allocation of the immigration center.

Although this is also part of the Macragge orbital platform, due to the defense system modification suggestions jointly issued by Auguston and Polax, all starships, including civilian ships, can no longer approach Macragge.

Because of the unexpected arrival of the Dark Angel, the immigration center was unusually crowded with people. These mortals, speaking accents from various planets, gathered here and went to different exits under the guidance of the staff who were shouting at the top of their lungs.

"By the Emperor, we have finally reached Macragge."

In the crowded crowd, a short-haired woman holding a young child struggled to squeeze through the crowd, found a relatively spacious corner, and fully felt the air of the immigration center.

"Joey, my poor daughter, everything will be alright."

The air in the immigration center is not very fresh, but it is certainly much better than the polluted air in the immigration ship.

Elina Vera was an ordinary woman from Cowes. Her husband died in that brutal war, and she gave birth to a baby girl in the World Museum.

If there is anything special about this, it is that this woman who suffered a difficult childbirth was delivered by a salamander pharmacist and a mysterious male nobleman.