Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The ritual was orchestrated by two high-ranking members of the Word Bearers, Erebus and Kor Phaeron, with the former presiding over the ceremony on the surface of Calth, weakening Calth's reality veil and allowing the waves of the Warp to reach the real world.

The latter will further complete this ritual.

"A wonderful sacrifice. The Sun of Calth is also part of the offering. We offer a most fascinating tribute to the truth of the Warp."

"And correspondingly, the gods will bestow upon me the most wonderful blessings."

Kor Phaeron pressed the main control button casually, and the magnificent track beneath him immediately trembled.

The array of weapons spread across the orbit released all the destructive power that had been stored up.

Endless energy beams, missile clusters capable of destroying star battleships, antimatter warheads wrapped in heavy metal, and extremely unstable atomic weapons.

All the deadly weapons have been released. It only takes them eight minutes to reach the surface of the sun and disrupt the nuclear reaction of the sun of Calth through continuous bombardment.

The consequence of doing so would be that the Sun would decay rapidly, releasing all its energy in a short period of time, and it would become an extremely deadly supernova.

Roboute Guilliman's fleet was aware of the Word Bearers' plot, but they could do nothing, nothing could stop the torrent of death.

It's too late.

The Primarch could only stand in front of the porthole of the auxiliary bridge and watch the star in its prime being bombarded by dense energy and infected by toxic heavy metals. The nuclear reaction was greatly disturbed, and the radiation of the sun increased sharply in a very short time.

All the alarms on the battleship were buzzing, the portholes were covered with explosion-proof curtains to block solar radiation, and an early warning to the surface was issued at the same time.

The sun exudes an evil light. It transforms from a warm nurturer to a vicious destroyer. A large number of sunspots appear on its surface like hateful scars. The attacks of mankind are insignificant to this star, but they create terrifying giant flares that break through the sun's atmosphere.

Those were energy explosions from within the star, which looked like tongues of fire on a macro scale, gushing out and falling from the plasma beneath it.

Everyone understood that even if they drove out the Word Bearers, beautiful and rich Calth would never return.

The scars of orbital bombardment can be healed and evaporated oceans can return, but if the all-important sun no longer favors life, then everything will die painfully under the massive solar radiation.

"The plan remains unchanged. The orbit and weapons array must be recaptured."

Guilliman said firmly that he did not vent his anger in vain, but was seizing every minute and every second to assemble his troops, while ordering the loyalists on the surface to take refuge underground.

The battle for Calth's surface is meaningless, for soon it will all be gone.

The kill team has been assembled, and six hundred Ultramarines will be transported to the Zersanvered Dockyard in orbit.

This is already the vast majority of warriors that can be mobilized from Macragge's Glory. Not only that, Roboute Guilliman has decided to lead this team himself.

"My Lord Primarch, you don't need to go in person. I will lead the army by airdrop myself!" Gage tried to persuade the Primarch not to take any more risks, but the look in the Father of Genes prevented him from saying the rest of the words.

"We have reached a desperate moment. If it doesn't work now, then when will it work? My Chapter Master?"

"Are you the Primarch or am I the Primarch? Obey my orders!"

Guilliman gave the command of the team to Gage, Ventanus and Hill respectively. After the kill team was airborne, they would each lead a group of warriors to carry out decapitation operations against the enemies in each control tower.

With the help of the Tech-Priests, the Primarch obtained a brand new combat helmet, his armor was urgently maintained, he was no longer bare-handed, his left hand was equipped with a huge lightning claw, and his right hand held a high-powered fine-craft bolter.

Cobalt blue and gold dotted each other, gorgeous limit marks and eagle patterns were engraved all over the armor, and the fully armed Primarch stood in the front, waiting for the transmission system to start.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, and at the same time, a cold smell mixed with dust and metal permeated the air, which was the trace of the tragic war that broke out on the battleship.

Energy began to accumulate, the Machine Spirit chirped loudly, and the next moment Guilliman and the kill squad disappeared again.

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Chapter 34 Airborne Track

Nikonna began to miss the teleportation on Roshi's ship.

It was like a door that opened across space. One only had to step over the threshold to easily complete the displacement of spatial coordinates.

The transmission of the Macragge's Glory was extremely rough. He could feel that every cell in his body was being ravaged by the violent energy, as if there was an electric net covering their heads, and it took a lot of effort to drill a hole in it to complete the transmission.

He gripped the bolter tightly in his hand, the dizziness in his brain gradually fading away.

Before they could engage, the teleport killed several of his battle-brothers. Nikonna saw two Ultramarines merged with the wall, their arm armor sticking out while the rest of them were buried deep within the structure.

The molecules of their bodies merged with the molecules of the building in an instant. If you cut it open, you would find that the flesh and blood under the armor had already turned into a mixture of plastic steel and flesh.

The fusion at the molecular level causes death to come in an instant. No matter how strong their superhuman organs are, they are useless in this situation.

Compared to this battle brother who embraced death instantly, another Ultramarines was in an even more miserable state. Half of his body was stuck in the deck, with only his chest and abdomen exposed. The intense pain was so severe that even the will of an Astartes superman could not withstand it.

The Primarch brought the matter to a merciful end in an instant, without uttering a word.

Death is a merciful release.

The killing squads teleported to the orbital platform assembled according to the original plan. The Astartes imprinted the map of the orbit in their brains and executed Guilliman's plan at superhuman speed.

There was no complicated tactics in this operation. Everyone just attacked the dock control room on the orbital platform, and it was certain that the enemy had discovered their actions.

The transmission fluctuations of hundreds of people can be detected even if the Word Bearers sentinel is a blind man.

The Astartes moved quickly across the deck, passing through airtight doors and passages made up of various pipes and cables. They had to seize every minute and every second, as the enemy could arrive at any time.

Nikonna's heart trembled, and he dodged a rocket bomb with ghostly steps. The Word Bearers opened fire!

The deflected bombs hit the metal structure of the platform, and the rapid explosion created small pits one after another, and the roaring sound echoed in the corridor-like passage of the platform.

The Crow of Death immediately retaliated. His two precise bursts of explosive shells pierced the helmet of the Word Bearer above. The headless enemy immediately tilted his body and fell heavily from the upper platform.

The Word Bearers were numerous, and they constantly replaced the dead, using bolter bombs to resist the boarding forces of the Ultramarines.

The precision of the Astartes made the explosive bomb an extremely terrifying weapon of destruction. Regardless of whether they were on the enemy or on our side, the battlefield was littered with large numbers of headless corpses. Only by blowing off the heads could these dangerous weapons of the Emperor be completely incapable of combat.

Nikonna blended into the shadows, lurking behind the enemy, unleashing explosives on the Word Bearers' backs before disappearing quietly.

Iron Father led the remaining Iron Hands to support their comrades with the most ferocious firepower. Half of the Iron Hands who survived Istvaan V had already fallen in the fierce battle on Calth.

"Word Bearer bastard, call Lorgar out!"

The Iron Hands were extremely excited, the shells of the explosive shells poured out of their grenade launchers like molten iron, the dazzling light of plasma continued to gush out, there was no need for prayers and blessings, the machine souls of the weapons were almost self-destructing in their output.

The plasma weapons were extremely hot and could cause a fatal explosion at any time, but the Iron Hands just laughed and allowed the weapons to overload and charge.

Ever since leaving that battlefield, their dream had been to drag more Word Bearers to hell, and now on this orbital platform, this dream had come true.

Nikona did not stop the almost suicidal charge of these battle-brothers. The death of the Gene-Father was an extremely heavy trauma. He knew that many Iron Hands had already decided to die, and death was the best way for them to reunite with their Primarch.

However, the fastest charging among all the people was still a cobalt blue figure. Guilliman roared and pronounced the death of the Word Bearers.

His speed was faster than lightning. In the group of Astartes, the Primarch was just like a normal person at twenty times slower speed. His lightning claws ruthlessly tore apart one Word Bearer after another. The ceramsite-steel power armor was like nothing in his eyes, and both the man and the armor were turned into flying fragments.

This is the Primarch, the Emperor's proudest creation. Even in the entire human Empire, only seventeen other Primarchs can match his great warrior status.

The horrific loss of life caused by the Primarch quickly attracted the vast majority of the Word Bearers' firepower, and they immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to completely exterminate the XIII Legion.

They gave up on exchanging fire with their cousins ​​and instead directed all their firepower towards Guilliman.

Bombs rained down like rain. Nothing should have existed here.

But Guilliman still stubbornly advanced under the rain of explosive shells. His modified fine power armor showed its value. Even the powerful heavy bombs could only wipe off a layer of primer on the armor and then grind off a thin layer of metal debris.

What's more, his iron halo has deflected the trajectories of many bombs, greatly reducing their power.

The Primarch put one hand in front of his helmet, and the aiming system in front of him marked several key targets in red. Then Guilliman pulled the trigger, and the Primarch's Hand of Domination destroyed the enemy along with the cover.

No matter how hard they tried to focus their fire on the Primarch of the XIII Legion, he was approaching with unstoppable force.

Guilliman is getting closer, he is getting closer!

Faced with the tremendous rage of the Primarch of the Ultramarines, at this moment, the truth and faith in the minds of the Word Bearers were also shaken.

They felt their courage and faith slipping away, like an iceberg melting in spring, and an instinctive fear came over them.

They were facing a Primarch, a Primarch raging with rage and vengeance.

One of the Word Bearers in the front collapsed. He threw away his bolter and rushed towards the Primarch waving his chainsword. With a swipe of lightning claws that were barely visible to the naked eye, Guilliman had cut him and his weapon into pieces.

The Ultramarines watched the might of their Gene-Father with enthusiasm, and they followed closely behind him, with Hill and Ventanus shouting, "Follow him, follow the Primarch!"

Guilliman was like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep. Wherever he went, there were broken power armor and corpses. The corpses of the Astartes pumped out huge amounts of blood, which gathered under his feet. The Primarch trampled on the river of blood and bones, with his lightning claws raised above his head.

His eyes were bloodshot as Guilliman killed dozens of Word Bearers. He crushed the enemies with his lightning claws, bolters, and power fists. At this moment, he seemed like an invincible god of death, bringing punishment for the Word Bearers' betrayal.

"Kill! Kill!"

He heard a hazy sound in his ears, as if something was watching him and cheering for the massacre he had caused with his own hands.

His heart was beating wildly, and Guilliman could only feel his sanity slowly fading away, leaving only a bloody thought of tearing all the enemies to pieces.

The Primarch raised his head and gazed deeply at the war-torn scene in the galaxy, as if he had noticed something.

Hill organized his battle-brothers to engage in close combat with the Word Bearers. His superb swordsmanship combined with the electromagnetic longsword he got from Guilliman's collection cut down several Word Bearers, whose blood was very different from that of the Ultramarines.

It is black, rancid, and sticky, making people feel disgusted.

Hill and Gage guarded the Primarch, preventing the somewhat impulsive Gene-Father from leaving their protection range.

Finally, after sacrificing the lives of more than a dozen Extreme Marines, the assault force finally entered the main control room of the dock, and the enemy commander was right in front of them.

Chapter 35 Kor Phaeron

A hail of explosive bombs swept in from the main control room. The assault team had already anticipated the enemy's counterattack. Several Extreme Marines carrying boarding shields stood in front. These heavy shields could block most of the explosive bomb attacks.

The explosive bombs hit the shield barrier mixed with refined gold, tearing small holes into it, then powerlessly lost all kinetic energy and was pulled to the ground by the artificial gravity of the orbital platform.

The Ultramarines advanced steadily, closing greatly upon the Word Bearers.

Until a force that did not belong to the real universe came, the commander of the Word Bearers: Kor Phaeron, the adoptive father of the Primarch Lorgar and a believer in the gods of the Warp, released his psychic power.

He exuded a cold psychic aura, and the dark energy from the highest heaven lingered at his fingertips. There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slightly hooked his fingers. The extreme warriors who were relying on riot shields to protect their comrades were twisted and crumpled into a ball, and a large amount of blood gushed out and spilled all over the ground.

When faced with psionic powers, even the Ultramarines have to make great sacrifices.

"Guilliman! I have waited a long time for you!"

"brute!"

The Primarch of the Ultramarines witnessed his own children being brutally murdered. His rage grew more violent. Without a trace of fear in his heart, he pounced on Kor Phaeron like a meteor.

"Everyone keep up!" Gage roared. The Primarch was rushing too fast, and even their Glory Guards found it difficult to keep up with the pace.

The Word Bearers commander who had been waiting for a long time was drawing the chaotic power of the warp. This command room had long since become his domain. His pupils were glowing with a deep light, and a large area beneath his body was frozen by an inexplicable cold.