Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Hou Guin saw it clearly, Auguston's sword pierced from the edge of Midnight Haunter's abdomen and came out from beside his spine. If it was a Space Marine, this blow might have destroyed his pebble kidney, but the structure of the Primarch was completely different from common sense.

But one thing is certain, that is, Conrad was injured, for the first time.

As for the blood gushing out of Auguston's helmet visor, it was not within the Deathwing Grand Master's attention. If he could injure Midnight Haunter with the body of an Astartes, what did it matter if he died?

If this honorable choice was given to Hou Guin, the Grand Master would not have the slightest hesitation.

"I'm not dead yet, that's it?"

Auguston's voice was mixed with the strange sound of blood gushing out. One of his eyes, along with half of his brain, had been torn into mud by the Midnight Haunter. The Larriman cells, combined with the power armor's life-support emergency system, were racing against time to save his life.

The blood spurting from the helmet slid down the power armor. Auguston stepped in his own blood and continued to kill the Midnight Haunter.

Midnight Haunter staggered back a few steps and pulled the power sword out of his body. Severe pain rushed along the nerves to his brain, but Conrad was not moved at all.

"No, without this sword, you are wrong again!"

Instead of anger and hatred, a look of crazy joy appeared on the Nostramo's face.

He laughed out loud. The prophecy was wrong again, which made him more convinced that the prophecy was not entirely correct.

This damn prophecy, this damn illusion, is not 100% true.

If he could die here, wouldn't that mean that the future he saw might also be false, and those malicious beings who imposed endless pain on him were not omniscient and omnipotent.

"Kill me, kill me!"

Conrad pounced on Auguston, whose movements began to slow down. The Midnight Haunter did not hold back at all and completely suppressed the commander's attack. His mercy and forgiveness quickly crushed the power generator of the beheading sword, and then he broke it with a twist.

Auguston, who lost his weapon, was strangled from behind by Midnight Haunter's joint technique. His helmet was shaking and the connecting structure could no longer support it.

Sirens screamed throughout Hera Castle, and scarlet lumen lights guided the running Astartes warriors.

More and more Ultramarines are arriving, including Captain Polux of the Imperial Fists.

Beside him is the projection of the Warsmith Dantioch. Ever since the agreement was made in front of the Primarch, the Warsmith has been sharing his skills and ideas with the Imperial Fists as agreed, proving his loyalty to him.

At this moment, Pollax was in another location of Hera Castle.

When they arrived, Auguston had already fallen in a pool of his own blood, and his great sword had broken into two pieces and fell beside him.

"No, Fratus!"

Just as Pollax was about to step forward, Dantioch stopped him. No one knew whether Auguston had a booby trap hidden on his body.

"He went to the Memorial Hall. Midnight Haunter was injured."

In the darkness, Grand Master Deathwing leaned weakly against the wall. He pointed out the direction for the Imperial Fists and others.

"It looks like he killed Auguston? He was a fearless warrior." Pollax felt sorry for Auguston, but Dantioch retorted.

"You spoke too early. I sensed that the reckless man still had signs of life in his power armor. He might not be dead yet."

As his understanding of Pharos deepened, Dantioch even discovered some special abilities, such as a subtle perception of life and emotions.

And at this moment, as far as he could sense, Auguston was still alive.

As long as he is not dead, it is possible to revive him with the medical level of the Extreme Marines.

The air in the memorial hall was filled with the smell of burnt incense. This was originally a solemn and dignified hall, but now it had become the territory of the midnight ghost.

"He couldn't do it, could you, son of Dorne?"

The voice of Midnight Haunter suddenly sounded from behind him. Polux had no idea when the other party came to his side. He instinctively turned the muzzle of the gun and sprayed bullets behind him.

However, there was nothing there, and it seemed as if there was really a ghost in the sight, an invisible spirit.

But the number of Ultramarines around him is decreasing. There were nine Ultramarines following Pollax at the beginning, but now there are only seven left.

He didn't know whether they were alive or dead because their signal had disappeared and there was no sound of any fighting.

Polux tried to unite the remaining people into a defensive formation, but the number of people was still decreasing rapidly, and in just a few breaths he was the only one left.

"Look up!" Dantioch warned.

The Imperial Fists looked up suddenly, only to find that the Ultramarines were hung upside down on the steel supports in the sky, and they seemed to have been stunned by the attack.

"Run, Pollux, run!" Dantioch roared.

It would be suicidal for the Imperial Fists to fight the Night Haunter in the dark, so it would be better for them to retreat first.

Polux only felt that he was surrounded by darkness. The light around him was completely swallowed up. The night was as thick as insoluble ink. It was the psychic energy of the Midnight Haunter.

"I can't see him, Dantioch!" It was pitch black in Pollax's goggles. Even switching to thermal imaging and X-ray vision could not penetrate the darkness.

Apparently, Night Haunter is using some Warp and psionics tricks.

"But I can. Follow my lead."

The Warsmith can only act as the eyes of his comrades, and using the power of the Beacon of Pharos, he can capture the Night Haunter to a certain extent.

"Left!" screamed Dantioch.

Polux's body moved to the left instantly, and he felt something sharp breaking through the air beside him, and that cold feeling was just a little bit away.

"Turn around!" Dantioch continued to instruct, and Polux turned around and fired the explosive bomb into nothingness.

The figure of Midnight Haunter flashed by, and he was indeed behind.

The Nostramo looked at the shadow of the Iron Warrior in confusion, as that was a technology beyond his comprehension.

It was the Iron Warrior's micro-management that allowed Polux to escape from Conrad time and time again.

He tried to cut off Dantioch's head, but it was obviously a shadow, and how to cut off a shadow?

Polux gave up all his postures. He dodged in front of Midnight Haunter like a piece of meat on a rolling pin, rolling continuously while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Dantioch reminded again, and Pollax finally seized the opportunity. His greatsword slashed on Conrad's forgiveness power claws and stuck tightly in the opponent's gap.

The giant of the Imperial Fists mobilized all his strength, and with the output amplification of the power armor, he actually brought the blade closer to Midnight Haunter little by little.

"You are much stronger than that guy." Midnight Haunter continued to comment.

"It's a pity that the skills are so different."

Midnight Haunter dodged the greatsword and dragged Polux to the ground. The Imperial Fists felt a special penetrating force penetrate into it, and the shock-absorbing and buffering system of the armor had little effect on it.

That's how the Ultramarines were knocked unconscious, it was an amazing skill on the part of Midnight Haunter.

Conrad's claws pressed against his breastplate, rubbing and tearing at it like a cat scratching post.

Just as Midnight Haunter was about to do the same and pry off the Imperial Fists' helmet, Dantioch, far away in Sosa, finally broke through the control of the Lighthouse of Pharos at the desperate moment.

He made a pulling gesture, trying to pull Polux away across hundreds or thousands of light years.

This was an incredible act, but with the mobilization of this alien technology, Polux's huge body actually disappeared from mercy and forgiveness.

Midnight Haunter was stunned for a moment. He stroked the floor where Pollax had just been lying, and there were scratches left by him.

But he no longer had time to ponder the reasons; Pollax, Auguston, and the Astartes who had sacrificed themselves for it had delayed the matter long enough.

His hearing detected familiar footsteps; the Lord of the Ultramarines and the Lord of the Dark Angels were encircling them from both sides.

It was Guilliman and Lion, both of whom had already arrived at the battlefield.

Chapter 199 A righteous gang fight

"Damn it, this Midnight Haunter is treating everyone like a dog." Luo Xi complained speechlessly. They tried their best to rush back to Hera Castle from the command post in Macragge City.

According to Ryan, Conrad Curze possesses some kind of powerful psychic prophetic ability, and it is difficult to take the initiative against such an enemy.

"Dantioch, what are you doing!?"

Suddenly, Luo Xiyuan, who was far away from Sosa's main body, heard some noise. When he paid attention to see, he suddenly found a familiar huge figure at the primary position Alpha, which the war blacksmith called the mixing console.

That was Captain Polux of the Imperial Fists.

"You did it. We have never understood the teleportation ability of Fallows, but you actually found a way to activate it."

Faros has buried too many secrets, but now, the Warsmith has once again unearthed an incredible ability.

"What is your relationship with those Necrons? Can you really call yourself a Necron just because you say you are made of steel?"

"Or do you really have a face that the Necrons find very familiar under that iron mask?"

"I can't understand it either. It seems that this machine is responding to me. It feels my emotional impulse." The War Blacksmith replied.

"Don't make sarcastic remarks. If I hadn't rescued this big fool, he would have died under the power claws of the Midnight Haunter." The War Blacksmith's hand was still holding on to Polux's power armor, and the Imperial Fists captain who had traveled thousands of light years was still a little confused.

Isn't he still fighting the Midnight Haunter at the Memorial?

"Captain, this is Sosa, where the Pharos Lighthouse is located."

Polux was not seriously injured, but the long space transmission seemed to make his consciousness dazed. He stood still for several seconds before coming to his senses.

In the memorial hall of Hera Castle.

Two groups of Space Marines with different paint jobs rushed out from the doors that were blown open on both sides. Guilliman personally led his Ever-Victorious Guards and blocked Conrad in the room.

The Lion King led his dark angels into the room from the other end.

Midnight Ghost let out a strange and sinister laugh, he just lowered his center of gravity slightly and showed a pale smile to his furious brother.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Guilliman did not hesitate any more. He rushed out before Lion. The fully armored Primarch held the Red Sword in his hand and chopped off the Night Haunter's head with his amazing swordsmanship.

"You've tried to kill us time and time again. I've had enough of you!"

The Sincerity Dagger was blocked by Mercy and Forgiveness, and the Ghost used the gap of the power claws to clamp the dagger, making it difficult to use it.

"I never knew you were so strong, my dear brother. Is it because of this armor?"

Conrad obviously felt the strain, and the dagger broke free from its restraints. The sword light slashed across his arm at an extremely fast speed, leaving several deep bloody marks on the exposed skin.

There was still a scar on the lower back of Midnight Haunter left by Auguston, although it was not fatal. The Primarch's strong physique had withstood the damage of the power weapon, and those tight muscles fit each other to prevent further bleeding.

"It's all your fault for putting your sons in steel shells, otherwise I could have gotten more rewards for clearing the level."

The ghost's words made Guilliman furious. The original anger surged in his mind, and the image of Auguston lying on the ground flashed again and again.

He was the battlefield commander whom he valued very much and the heir whom he relied on.

"You were playing with the unknown technology of the xenomorphs, that big fool from the Imperial Fists who escaped from my hands and bent the laws of physics."