Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"I have a total of twenty-five Ultramarines at my disposal, but this number does not include the so-called [reserve] and the mortal officer corps suitable for transformation."

"And those so-called reservists by Guilliman, all they need to do is put on power armor and they will be Ultramarines recruits who can go to the battlefield and wreak havoc."

In Lion's heart, his brother Guilliman has completely turned into a blue chinchilla with many offspring. As long as he wants, he can take out more Ultramarines from his pocket and join the war at any time.

The extreme army of Lianshan and Filling the Sea will destroy any enemy with absolute numbers. This is the most simple and unpretentious tactic, winning entirely by frontal strength.

As the saying goes, a heavy sword has no edge, and great skill is not skillful. No matter how Lion Johnson commands the super gods, with such an absolute gap in numbers, he can only be thankful that Guilliman remained loyal, and this huge force is now under his control.

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There are some things you can't fight, like when you see a warp storm coming, all you can do is run away.

But when you're at the controls of a planetary battleship, you can fight the storm, and you'll win.

Although he had just replaced his flagship, Ryan quickly realized the advantage of a giant ship - extreme stability.

Ordinary small cruisers and transport ships can only go with the flow helplessly in the warp storm, but the Queen of Glory-class battleship can resist the storm to a certain extent and fight against it. As for the larger planetary-class battleship, its terrifying mass is enough to be as stable as a rock in the average warp storm.

Especially after being equipped with the Tuchucha engine, Ryan almost unscrupulously led his sweeping fleet to clear out the enemies in the five hundred worlds one by one.

You must know that in the vast extreme star field, the enemies are never just the traitor legions that have thrown themselves into the arms of the subspace. The countless aliens, interstellar pirates, and plunderers will take advantage of the weakness of humans to develop and harass those isolated and helpless human worlds.

The Destruction Storm mainly affects long-distance subspace travel, but for many aliens, their territory is only the size of a galaxy, so the Destruction Storm does not have much impact on them.

On the contrary, because of the obstruction of subspace navigation, humanity's control over some more remote areas has plummeted, and even only local garrisons and native residents who have been cut off from contact are left to deal with the alien threats.

Previously, because the threat from the traitors had not yet been eliminated, and the chaos in the Five Hundred Worlds had made Guilliman exhausted and busy, these extremely flexible small alien forces and space pirates took the opportunity to grow and become stronger.

They are like locusts in space, well versed in the art of taking advantage of others. They often drive ancient warships that they dug out from nowhere to various human worlds to plunder population and resources.

The local planetary governors and defense forces could only hold on to their own planets and constantly send star messages for help to the military planets of the various Ultramarines.

However, when the Warp storm rages, most of the astronomical language will be interfered by the turbulent Warp energy into a string of unrecognizable signals, or simply become silent in the Supreme Heaven.

And today, Macragge's reinforcements finally arrived.

Lion the Lion leads a massive fleet consisting of a massive Thundercloud-class battleship, a Glorious Queen-class battleship, and a dozen heavy cruisers and battleships to a world being harassed by roaming orc warlords.

"It's these damn greenskins again. They can't be killed or driven away. After Ullanor destroyed their huge empire, these interstellar plagues spread everywhere."

The Lion King sat on his throne, and beside him was the Grand Master of the Deathwing, Hou Guin, who was explaining to Ryan what was happening in the star system before them.

"Sir, the human planet ahead has been conquered by the sea of ​​green-skinned orcs, and they were unable to wait for reinforcements to arrive."

The powerful scanning array of the New Caliban converted the image of the planet's surface into a holographic projection and projected it in front of Ryan's eyes.

Those ancient hive worlds are being occupied by the green-skinned orcs, and all the plains have fallen under the iron hoofs of the green-skinned orcs. Countless very eye-catching strange red vehicles are speeding on the surface of the planet. Those vehicles that emit black smoke and even fall off parts while driving can actually run smoothly under the control of the orcs.

Some orcs, covered in chains and belts and with studs on their foreheads, were driving their high-speed motorcycles frantically, surrounding a group of fleeing human civilians.

"Those are the Evil Sun Clan among the green-skinned orcs. Look at those combat quads, war bikes, and war trucks that cannot even be called vehicles. Only green-skinned orcs can drive them."

The consequences of being surrounded by green-skinned orcs were obvious. The crowd, screaming in despair, were directly crushed by the green-skinned orcs riding motorcycles. Those terrifying garbage trucks with jagged metal spikes easily crushed human flesh and blood into pieces.

Blood and minced meat lubricated the green-skinned orcs' tattered vehicles, making these speed freaks howl with excitement and step on the accelerator even harder.

After just a few rounds, the human escape team of hundreds of people was completely wiped out by the green-skinned orcs. They searched among the human corpses for useful things, and then continued to speed on their red motorcycles.

In the hive, the few human survivors, under the protection of the remaining mortal auxiliary forces, are relying on some ancient fortifications and dangerous terrain to block the orcs' attacks.

The ferocious orcs of the Goff clan and the Deathskull clan roared "waaaaagh" and charged towards the humans who were holding laser guns and had only a few artillery or tank vehicles.

The orcs came like a green tide and easily extinguished the human resistance. However, in close combat, mortals were so fragile and vulnerable facing the strong green-skinned orcs.

As long as the orcs continue to develop naturally and go through several rounds of war, they will be as strong as Space Marines. When they rush towards the human soldiers wielding their swords, what awaits them is a brutal massacre.

Metal splattered, flesh and blood turned into mud, and the orcs only complained that the battle was not satisfying enough, and then continued to look for new targets in the ruins for a hearty fight.

Flames were burning everywhere and black smoke covered the sky, creating a scene like Doomsday.

"If we want to make an orbital drop, I'm afraid we will have to pay some casualties before we can completely clear the planet of green-skinned orcs, sir."

Hou Guin said, his tone was neither sad nor happy, as cold as a machine.

He will unconditionally carry out the Lion King's decision, whether it is orbital airborne combat or direct orbital bombing to eliminate the enemy.

The First Legion only obeys and does not think too much for itself.

"That would be too costly. We don't have enough manpower and time to waste on this planet."

The Lion decides the fate of this human planet with a flick of his finger.

At this moment in space, more than a dozen small orc raiding ships discovered human reinforcements. These junk ships, which seemed to be pieced together from various parts, could only be controlled by orcs, and their performance was not bad.

The strange warships were difficult to identify, but their engines were vaguely recognizable. The tail of the orc warships was gushing with superheated air, and the black gas it emitted looked no different from some ground vehicles.

They were rushing towards the human warships. The huge and unparalleled hull of the New Caliban made the orcs excited to the point of madness. They didn't care about the disparity in combat power at all, they just wanted to fight madly.

However, under the crushing attack of the light spears, the energy shields of the orc warships, which were covered by crackling lightning and gushing poisonous smoke, were instantly overloaded and evaporated, and the warships disappeared into the universe along with them.

After easily dealing with the orcs' space force, the Lion moved the battleship onto the orbital platform with a bit of boredom.

"Clean it up and make this planet clean again."

The Dark Angels silently turned on the switches of their weapons of destruction, and the huge energy cannon on the bow of the New Caliban was charging.

God threw down his spear of destruction. An endless stream of violent and high-temperature energy fell from the muzzle of the New Caliban, instantly penetrating the atmosphere, like a sword of destruction that split the continent apart.

Endless light and heat illuminated this world shrouded in black smoke. Humans, orcs, and everything disappeared under the star-destroying main gun of the Thundercloud-class battleship.

The New Caliban circled the longitude and latitude of the planet twice, evenly applying destructive high temperatures and energy beams. The mountains were flattened by the bombardment, the oceans evaporated under the ultra-high temperatures, and the troublesome spores of the green-skinned orcs were completely destroyed and could never be reborn again.

Soon, the entire planet had turned into a giant melting glass ball. The molten minerals formed a magma ocean on the surface of the planet, and all life was extinct.

And all this is as simple as burning glass.

Ryan could only feel sorry for the misfortune of the humans who died, but this was the most efficient and quickest way to end the war.

It was all worth it, and the efficiency of the First Legion was never in doubt.

Ryan took a deep breath, admired the space glass ball he created, and evaluated the combat power and value of the New Caliban in his mind.

If this terrifying battleship were to face off against the previous imperial battleships, it would be a crushing battle as it would be far superior in terms of attack, speed, defense, and size.

When he finished all this, Macragge's communication request rang on the battleship's communication system.

"My brother is calling me. Let's temporarily end this cleanup and return to Macragge first."

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Astropathic transmissions from Macragge reached the astropathic reception center of the New Caliban.

Experienced astropaths captured psychic fluctuations from the turbulent warp and decoded and translated them into understandable messages.

"My lord, Regent Sanguinius urgently calls for you to return to Macragge. He and the Imperial Governor are eager to discuss important matters with you."

"What's the matter?" The Lion King sat upright on the throne, his face shrouded in the shadows from above, making it impossible to see the details.

The astropath was trembling a little. It was difficult to analyze the astropathic language in such a harsh situation. Fortunately, he had other astropathic companions who could help him share the burden.

"About gathering military forces to support Terra."

The more concise the star talk is when sending messages over long distances, the less burden it will put on the star talker. Therefore, generally speaking, star talk communications will not be too cumbersome or complicated.

The astropath on the New Caliban understood what Macragge meant and translated it into his own words.

She waited for the Lion King's reaction with some fear. This moody Primarch sometimes suddenly became furious, although rarely directed at mortals.

"Hmm? Could it be that in such a short time, Guilliman and Sanguinius have found a way to break through the Ruinstorm's obstruction? This sounds... a bit problematic."

Ryan thought to himself that his ship was equipped with an ancient alien creation, the Tuchucha Engine, which could avoid the impact of the subspace storm to the greatest extent and travel through the Sea of ​​Souls.

But even so, the Tuchucha Engine was still unable to cross the destructive storm and take him back to Terra.

The destructive storm summoned by that damn bastard Lorgar was not a simple warp disaster. There was some unknown existence behind it, which was why it could last for such a long time.

The Tuchucha Engine calls them the Warp Gods.

The Lion had encountered and destroyed countless alien civilizations or human pocket empires. He had already discovered clues of the existence of these so-called evil gods. Many civilizations believed in them and provided them with faith and sacrifices.

He still remembered the scene he saw when he was clearing out a very hidden human pocket empire. The sparse population of that country were all powerful psychics.

These beings, who have undergone flesh and blood mutations and do not look like humans, practice witchcraft. They abduct other humans or some intelligent alien races, and then burn them to death with fire as sacrifices to the Lord of Wisdom they mention.

In return, the gods they spoke of bestowed upon them even more powerful magic and more miraculous witchcraft as a reward and commendation to them.

As a scavenger in the darkness of the Empire, Ryan personally brought the inner circle veterans of the Dark Angels to that world. After a hard battle, he completely killed the high priest with the highest status in that civilization.

When Ryan stepped on the old and unrecognizable high priest and was about to execute him with the Lion Sword, the other party cursed that he would be punished by the God of Wisdom, his legion would be divided and betrayed, and his home planet would be shattered and destroyed.

However, Ryan ignored the angry howling of these losers. He used the relic technology in his secret vault to completely exterminate them, and returned the words of the high priest to the other party. The Dark Angels blew up the planet and threw it into the warp.

Although he still had doubts in his heart, Ryan gathered his troops and returned to Macragge with his sweeping fleet.

The Tuchucha Engines sheltered the Dark Angels' fleet, minimizing the effects of the Warp Storm.

The Lion King, dressed in armor, returned to Macragge, the core of the Second Empire, and headed straight for the palace where Sanguinius and Guilliman were.

If what they say is true, then Lion's Lion Sword can't wait to drink the traitor's blood.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Lord Protector of the Country."

Ryan stepped into the huge main gate, and the two Dark Angel Grand Masters followed behind him, guarding their genetic father.

Luo Xi was the first to say hello. Although the lion did not express much, a very fleeting smile still flashed at the corner of his mouth.

It would have been even better if Luo Xi had called out the Warmaster.

"Your successful return was beyond my expectation. I was always worried that you would disappear at the edge of the dangerous galaxy. Even the Dark Angels are unwilling to go too deep there. It is still too dangerous for you."

There was a hint of arrogance in the lion's words, but Luo Xi didn't take it seriously. After all, compared to the beginning, the current Ryan could at least communicate normally.

"How is the new battleship we delivered to you? Is it working well? The first Thundercloud-class battleship has been launched and put into service. I hope to obtain more usage data to improve subsequent battleships."

"Very efficient." The lion is very frugal with words, but this is already a very positive evaluation.

After the two exchanged greetings, Ryan turned to look at his two primarch brothers.

"You called me back so eagerly. Have you found a way to bypass the warp storm and return to Terra?"

His lion eyes shone brightly, flashing with a chilling sense of oppression. The Caliban people were eager to get an answer, a positive answer.