Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The dart pistol switched to firing mode and released a rain of bullets like shotgun shells. Those extremely sharp single-molecule fragments formed a spider web without gaps.

Vulkan let out a terrifying roar. He felt intense pain as thousands of single-molecule fragments penetrated deeply into his muscles and internal organs. His body was pierced. The kinetic energy of those extremely sharp weapon fragments remained after passing through his body. The ground behind him was splashed with huge amounts of blood and tissue fragments.

The Eldar's star dart weapons had extremely terrifying lethality against lightly armored or unarmored enemies. Even the powerful body of the Primarch suffered severe damage at this moment.

But Vulkan only paused for no more than half a second. The horrific wounds on his body were already wriggling and healing, and his flesh and blood seemed to have self-awareness and merged together. Apart from the mottled bloodstains, there was no other trace.

They knew very well that although Vulkan was currently insane, his consciousness did not control his body. At this moment, it was only his body's instincts and subconscious that were controlling his body.

As if sensing the enemy's cunning, Vulkan's Dawnbringer Hammer changed. This artifact, forged by the Lord of Fire Dragon himself, contained a large amount of ancient relic-level technology. The smooth hammer head flashed with the pink-blue light of the Warp, and a psychic power that they could not understand was entangled around it.

Vulkan swung his hammer, and when the head of the hammer collided with the military base, an energy explosion broke out that far exceeded the concept of physics.

The metal was torn into pieces and a violent energy shock wave spread out.

Damon figured out some clues. The opponent's hammer was covered with nano-sized subspace portals. When it made contact, the objects it touched would be sucked into the subspace, causing strong local subspace damage and leading to a slight psychic explosion.

"How do we fight this? Not only is there physical damage, but there is also psychic damage."

For psykers, it's even worse.

Under Vulkan's psychic interference, Damon clearly felt that his psychic perception was affected, and his dodging became more and more strenuous and difficult.

He had died many times before, some were blown to pieces by artillery fire, and some were killed by sharp blades, but he had never experienced the consequences of being killed by a war hammer with a psychic explosion.

The body shattered by the psychic explosion will be directly thrown into the subspace by the teleportation ability contained in the Dawnbringer. God knows where he will drift to.

Damon emptied his ammunition again, and this time he attacked Vulkan's vital parts. The Fire Dragon Lord had to kneel on the ground, using Dawnbringer as a support to breathe heavily.

Then, right before Damon's eyes, the Dawnbringer flashed with arcs of warp electricity and suddenly disappeared with his master, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.

"Great! Not only are we facing an enemy that deals explosive damage and is completely unkillable, but he also has the ability to teleport."

"My useless teammate was killed right at the start, and there's another one hiding in the back doing something unknown."

Damon hurriedly replaced his ammunition. He didn't know where Vulkan had gone, but at least this was a chance to catch his breath.

"Use your psychic powers and tell me where he went? Where the hell did he go?!" Damon cursed at John.

He quickly ran to the big hole in the metal wall and helped pull Narek out of the sunken wall.

After all, this teammate is not dead yet, so maybe he can be used to attract Vulkan's firepower.

The severely injured Word Bearer Narek lay on the ground like a dead body in mud. Perhaps after a while, the self-healing ability of those strengthened organs would allow him to stand up again, but definitely not now.

Broken dozens of bones were not a serious or fatal injury to an Astartes.

"Get up. I can't carry you. With your power armor on, you weigh at least half a ton."

However, the Word Bearer lying on the ground simply blinked at the Cabal agent. That was the only part of his body that could move.

Through the other person's reflective red goggles, Damon suddenly saw a black figure suddenly appear.

Damon suddenly felt a biting chill coming from behind him, but before he turned his head, the huge Dawnbringer hammer had already fallen down, and the body of the cult agent was hammered into a pool of blood like plasticine.

Damon exploded, literally.

A huge amount of blood and bone fragments splattered on Narek's face. The 1.8-meter-tall mortal in front of him was now only left with a thin layer of flesh and blood. He had to hold his breath to avoid being drowned by the other's blood.

The Word Bearer fell to the ground dying, and the Immortal Agent Damon was beaten into a pulp. Only Agent John was still able to move at the scene.

John swallowed, trying to look as harmless as possible.

He frantically urged his telepathic power to convey goodwill to the other party, but Vulkan's heart had already fallen into unimaginable rage and pain.

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"I can help you get rid of it." John's voice rang directly in Vulkan's mind.

"I can understand your pain. You have crossed the gap between life and death time and time again, and endured the torture of a twisted mind. Get rid of it, Lord Vulcan. Let me help you."

Vulkan's eyes were like the boiling furnace of Nocturne. John forced himself to look into his eyes, feeling as if his psychic energy had touched a burning piece of wrought iron.

That was the psychic power of the Fire Dragon Lord, a projection of a subspace entity in the real universe. John had heard that the top leaders of the cult had secretly studied the Emperor's creation, the incredible Primarch.

They had mentioned that the tyrant had plundered the essences of twenty Primarchs from the Warp, and used his psychic powers and genetic technology to infuse these essences into their real-world bodies.

The difficulty and technical content involved are beyond the imagination even of the esoteric Buddhism with its profound history.

Even the followers of the Warp gods and the Warp demons have to rely on sacrifices and rituals to come to the real universe, or simply appear within the range covered by the Eye of Terror.

The Emperor's Primarchs can walk in the real universe without any constraints. They are the darlings of both the material world and the Sea of ​​Souls. Even the powerful ones in the Warp hope to obtain one.

The current situation in the galaxy is that the four gods have each obtained a Primarch and reached a certain balance, but they are still craving for more.

"Except for Roboute Guilliman's reluctance to accept his own psychic powers, the stubborn Macragge's naivety caused him to resist anything that was not within the scope of the Imperial Truth, so he believed that he had no psychic powers, and indeed he showed no signs of psychic powers."

"What is his relationship with the green-skinned orcs? Why can he be my friend?"

Vulkan was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, muscles more perfect than those of ancient Terra's sculptures bulging out, and strong veins were clearly visible on his inky black skin.

"I understand you, Lord Vulkan, son of the Emperor of Mankind."

"We are all immortals. I know that kind of pain and confusion. Please believe that I can help you get rid of it."

Vulkan's lost soul showed signs of awakening under John's psychic summons. He stopped, blood still flowing on his body, and the Dawnbringer in his hand did not fall for a long time.

This is a good sign.

John took out the lightning stone spear from his arms. The plain and primitive weapon exuded a faint divine aura. It retained a trace of the psychic power of the Lord of Mankind and possessed the power to kill the immortals.

But John knew one detail. If this god-killing weapon was used by a mortal or other Primarch, its effect would only be to completely destroy the Immortal's physique. But if it was used by an Immortal, who injected his own immortal power into it, then the effect would be completely the opposite.

The lightning-struck stone spear will become a bridge connecting Vulkan and John, and John, who has long been tired of life, will get his eternal salvation.

He would transfer his immortality to Vulkan, awakening the Dragon Lord who had been tortured to insanity by Konrad Curze.

"Back then, the Eldar prophet said something to me in order to incite rebellion."

"One life for another, there is exchange in everything, life and death, darkness and light, the balance of the universe is established."

"Damn it, I've lived for 30,000 years, and I still can't say anything so philosophical."

John had never felt so relaxed and happy. Ever since he was taken away by those secret cult aliens on Iwo Jima, he had been serving them and doing the dirty work for these big shots.

He betrayed humanity countless times, and it was all just because of the orders of the aliens. The long-term mental torture almost made him think that he would no longer feel guilty. However, the pain would not disappear, but would only ferment into greater torture over the long years.

But now, he realized that he had truly come to a crossroads that would determine the fate of humanity. This betrayal was different from the past. If he really killed Vulkan here, then he would not be able to return to Terra and serve as the executor of the Emperor's last resort.

He did not know what the Emperor's back-up plan was. The tyrant who had united humanity again since the Age of Strife, no matter how his enemies evaluated him, the Emperor's wisdom and firm determination were obvious to everyone.

In order to reclaim the human homeland, he created 20 Primarchs and built a huge legion to launch a massive Great Crusade. Would such an extraordinary person not set up one backup plan after another for himself?

Another old friend John knew was Orperthon, who was once the Emperor's first Warmaster. Although he was disappointed with the Emperor and parted ways with him, when Orperth mentioned the Emperor repeatedly, most of it was praise for his abilities and fear of his crazy thinking.

The Emperor is one of the Eternals, but none of the other Eternals consider him one of their own. Orpersun, the oldest known Eternal, commented on the Emperor:

"The couple on the Sakali River should really think about how they gave birth to a monster like the Emperor. His arrogance and ambition will burn himself and humanity to death."

When John took out the lightning stone spear from his arms, the danger it contained stimulated Vulkan, who acted on instinct. He was like a frightened beast, hesitating to swing the hammer at John.

John's heart suddenly felt like it sank into an icy cave. He was not afraid of death, but if he was killed here, then who would complete his mission and awaken Vulkan's sanity?

suddenly.

With a loud roar from a sniper rifle, Vulkan's head suddenly exploded from the back of his head. The headless giant stood there in a daze, and even took two steps forward. Then his knees lost strength and he fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood spurting out from his carotid artery.

It was Narek the Word Bearer. This almost paralyzed guy used the last of his psychic power to pull the trigger on his Brontos sniper rifle and blew up the Fire Dragon Lord's head at a perfect angle.

"Hmm... I didn't expect that the first Primarch I killed was not Lorgar, but Vulkan."

"It seems that Vulcan's head is not as hard as the sniper's bullet..."

The aftermath of the gunshot was still echoing in the room. John looked at Vulcan's body. His body was still twitching, and his wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A mere headshot is no big deal for an Eternal Primarch.

"He will only be dead for a short while. His extreme rage will increase his recovery speed. When he comes back to life again, he will have no chance at all."

John approached Vulcan's body, and it took only a few steps for Vulcan's head to pop out of his body again. It was an extremely weird and unscientific scene, but it really happened.

Vulkan is being reborn.

John took a long, deep breath, and just as he was about to stab the spear into Vulkan's chest, the voice of another cult agent, Damon, suddenly rang in his ears.

This immortal who had been smashed into a pulp by Vulkan's hammer from the very beginning finally completed his resurrection. He endured the severe pain in his nerves and the mumbling voices of those warp creatures echoing in his ears.

"Is this what you always wanted to do? Boy, do you want to show off and be a hero for once?"

Damon seemed to have guessed something long ago. He climbed up naked, and his fur coat had already been shattered into pieces.

"You want to stop me?" John pulled out the lightning stone spear and questioned the other party with his eyes.

Damon broke the dislocated bones back into place. Fortunately, he didn't lose any parts. He just mocked: "You damn idiot, if you want to be a hero, then do it."

“Do what you’ve always wanted to do.”

John showed a brilliant smile from the heart, and then without hesitation, he stabbed the lightning stone spear into Vulkan's chest, where his heart was.

At the moment when this god-killing weapon stabbed into Vulkan's chest, sudden psychic lightning and fire spread from the lightning stone spear, and the extremely dazzling white light illuminated the closed room.

The white light penetrated the shackles of steel and rock, and even the Warp Demon on the ground screamed and turned into ashes in an instant under the illumination of the light.

That is a trace of power belonging to the Lord of Mankind.

John felt weak and painful. The power belonging to the immortal in his body was constantly draining away and flowing into Vulkan's chest.

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The violent explosion of psychic lightning only lasted for a few seconds, and Vulkan's regenerated body fell together with John, and nothing happened.

"You are wrong John. Your stupidity cannot save Vulkan, but will kill you instead."

Damon walked unsteadily as he adapted to his reborn body. His resurrection was not as abnormal as Vulcan's, who could fully recover after lying dead on the ground for a few seconds.

He took a few steps forward and approached Vulkan's body cautiously. The Primarch's body became no different from before, except for the precious lightning stone spear stuck in his chest.

Damon wanted to take it away, perhaps he would need it in the future, but when his palm touched the cold stone spear, he immediately realized that the divine power contained in it had disappeared.

This stone spear is truly a primitive weapon, no different from those held by primitive civilizations.