Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Guilliman's power fist was about to smash into Kor Phaeron's ugly, wrinkled old face, killing once and for all the man who had been responsible for Calth's destruction.

A beam of turbid light hit Guilliman's cobalt blue armor. Faced with this force that did not belong to the physical world, the Primarch was helplessly blasted against the wall, like a cannonball smashing a big hole in the metal barrier.

"How does it feel? Lord of the Ultramarines, this is the might of the Warp. The power of Chaos surges through my fingertips. What does it matter if I am a Primarch? I can still crush him!"

Kor Phaeron laughed wildly and released another beam of psychic energy, suppressing Guilliman who was struggling to get up.

Guilliman's face was pressed against his helmet, tightly connected to the floor. His muscles and bones were trembling as he fought against the terrifying psychic power.

Gage, Hill and other guards immediately attacked Kor Phaeron with explosive bombs and plasma strikes, but both the warheads and the hot plasma lost their effect in the face of the opponent's psychic power.

The Word Bearers simply waved his hand, and the bombs were sent back intact, causing a rain of blood to break out among the Ultramarines.

"The enemy has very strong psychic powers, we need a think tank!" Hill roared on the communication channel, but this assault did not bring enough strong original think tank troops.

More Ultramarines rushed forward without regard for their own safety, using their lives to buy the Primarch a chance to catch his breath.

Kor Phaeron had to continuously use his psychic powers to target these annoying guys.

Guilliman stood up from the rubble. He stood with great difficulty. His breastplate was visibly broken. He coughed and spat out some blood and internal organ fragments.

The Primarch realized that psychic energy had a huge destructive power on him, far superior to bombs and plasma.

"I really didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. I just need to wait here, and you will come to me obediently." Kor Phaeron took out an obsidian ritual dagger and walked up to the charred Primarch.

The eyes, full of malice and desire, lingered over the Primarch's body, as if choosing where to strike.

Guilliman's mighty armor was severely damaged by psychic lightning. The body inside the armor emitted black smoke with a burnt smell. The servo system was in a state of shutdown. The Lord of the Ultramarines could only kneel on the ground and let Kor Phaeron fiddle with him.

His guards were blocked outside the arena by other Word Bearers. Some Word Bearers with obvious mutations joined the battlefield. They called themselves Sons of the Blessed and possessed terrifying power.

"What should I do with you? Our old enemy, the Primarch who once inflicted great insult on us?" Kor Phaeron could hardly suppress the ecstatic smile on his face. With just a light stroke, he could stab the ritual dagger into the opponent's throat.

Even the Primarchs were not immune to this kind of damage, just like they had done to the Warmaster before.

The blade of the old enemy from Interseth pierced the body of the Warmaster, and the power of Chaos will make these demigods created by the Emperor understand what the truth is, and will also guide them on the path of resisting the false emperor.

Horus could not resist, and neither could Guilliman.

But he was not satisfied with just killing Guilliman, which was too wasteful and lacked artistry. He was a Primarch, the only extraordinary being in the entire galaxy.

"If I become your guide, then Erebus can no longer suppress me. I think this is a good idea, don't you?"

There was unspeakable jealousy and resentment in his words, and Kor Phaeron, who was infused and dominated by the power of the Warp, felt his heart surging with emotions.

This made him even more indulgent and arrogant than usual.

"I want to convert you myself, obey me! I don't mind having one more adopted son. Hahahaha, with two adopted sons from the original bodies, who else in the entire galaxy would have other than me?"

"Remember to love Luojia."

Kor Phaeron raised the dagger, and the short blade exuded a dark evil power and unspeakable low mutterings.

He seemed to see the corrupted appearance of Guilliman, an original believer of truth with demonic horns, his body infused and blessed by the power of the Warp.

Guilliman will refer to himself as "Father" as Lorgar did, and it will be a fascinating sight to see him return to the Warmaster's flagship and present a Primarch to the Warmaster of Chaos as a gift.

"You need to understand more. This universe is not just what you see. The real truth is hidden behind the curtain." Kor Phaeron dropped the blade. "I will help you, I will be your guide, and I will share everything I have."

"Welcome to Chaos, Guilliman the Reasonable!"

Gage and Hill were blocked. The power of the Blessed Son was too terrifying. They were caught in a hard battle and witnessed that their genetic father was about to lose his noble life.

The Chapter Master swung his axe wildly, decapitating a Blessed One, ignoring the chainsword of another foe swinging at his back.

They tried to break through, but there were too many enemies, much more than the number of the assault team. These enemies were blessed with strange powers, and the effectiveness of long-range weapons was greatly reduced. Only brutal close combat could completely end them.

Hill was stopped by a Word Bearers sergeant. Nikona in the shadows recognized the other party's identity. He was the Word Bearer Solot Chor who backstabbed Luciel at the beginning of the whole betrayal.

Nikona took a deep breath and raised his bolter.

He entered a state of complete immersion.

Man, gun, and mind are completely integrated.

Nikona fired!

The Word Bearers' two great scumbags, Kor Phaeron is here

Chapter 36 The style of that shot

Nikona opened fire.

The weapon of the Raven of Death once again burst into flames of death. A heavy explosive shell accelerated in the barrel, and after leaving the muzzle, the built-in nozzle continued to accelerate in a spiral.

This should have been ineffective against Kor Phaeron's psychic shield, but Nikona saw the weakness of the shield, the only flaw.

In the eyes of the Raven Guard, the world is made up of dots and lines, and the intersection of those dots and lines is the weak point. The power of psychic energy is not invulnerable, it still has weaknesses, and it only takes a sharp enough eye to see through it.

Absolute technology gives the bomb absolute stability, and Nikonna's eyes that can see the point of death guide the direction of this absolutely stable bomb.

The bomb exploded at the target location, and the violent psychic shock caused Kor Phaeron to fall into pain.

This caused an extremely tiny moment of distraction, but even this flaw of less than one hundredth of a second still gave Guilliman an opportunity.

Before the ritual dagger slashed his throat, Guilliman managed to utter the following words:

"You made a mistake."

Kor Phaeron hadn't responded yet, but the next second a sharp tearing sound was heard.

Like fingernails on a blackboard, a blade scraping across bones, or a full water bag being ripped apart, a huge lightning claw emerged from Kor Phaeron's chest.

"You didn't kill me the first time."

Guilliman continued speaking with difficulty, he slowly stood up and picked up Kor Phaeron with the lightning claws in his hands. His power system had not yet recovered, and the Primarch used his terrifying physical strength to activate his weapon.

The lightning claws penetrated the power armor and Kor Phaeron's incomplete reinforced bones and muscles. This Word Bearer did not undergo a complete transformation surgery, which made his body more fragile.

Kor Phaeron was wailing as one of his hearts was mercilessly torn apart by the thrust of the lightning claws. The pain of the broken heart instantly severed his nerves. He twitched instinctively, his head tilted back, and black blood spurted out of his mouth.

His mind was blank and death was very close.

The miserable condition of the Word Bearers commander immediately distracted the Word Bearers. Solot Chor was distracted for only a millisecond before Hill's electromagnetic sword cut off half of his helmet. The sword also severed his skull and brain tissue, and his brain was almost completely exposed to the air.

His only remaining eye looked into the darkness, and the ghost in the shadow was watching him.

Just as he had stared at him in the darkness before when he betrayed Luciel.

Nikona fired again, and he did not miss. The explosive bomb destroyed the remaining half of Chul's head and turned everything into ashes.

Hill broke through to the Primarch's side, and Guilliman pulled out his Lightning Claw, taking with it one of Kor Phaeron's hearts.

"grown ups!"

Korphan's broken body fell to the deck with a dull thud, black blood flowing everywhere. He was still giggling and vomiting filthy things.

"Leave me alone, destroy the system!"

Hill rushed to the control platform protected by the Word Bearers. A row of brass data engines hummed softly. It was they who physically blocked Calth from taking back the orbital platform.

The warrior in the red helmet took a deep breath, and urged the electromagnetic sword in his hand to smash all the data engines to pieces.

This blow also shattered the shackles of the data world. In the starship, Roche witnessed the physical limitations that had been restricting the performance of the intelligent computer suddenly shattered.

"Let's do it."

All the computing power of the starship's artificial intelligence was unleashed, and it brandished the killing code created by the senior technician at the last moment of his life, launching an attack on the occupied weapons array.

In the World Museum on the surface, senior technician Tao Lun observed the changes in data through the transmitter. Cos's mind space, which was on the verge of collapse, was being reconstructed and all permissions were being reset.

She watched as the killing code created by Hurst expelled the corrupted data. The codes contaminated by the so-called Eightfold Path turned to ashes in front of the killing code.

“This machine is just a mid-range piece that’s part of a much more powerful presence.”

Tao Lun became one with the machine, and her neural impulses felt a powerful mind that mobilized the data and codes at an incredible speed.

There is no doubt that this is a living abomination of intelligence.

She did not panic like the other Mechanicus sages when they saw the abominable intelligence. She just joined the opponent's offensive and helped deal with the collapsed arrays.

In orbit, the weapon arrays that had been continuously releasing destructive weapons towards the sun stopped. The instructions from Calth overwrote their programs.

The weapon array began to turn around, hundreds of targets were locked in an instant, and the perfect firing plan calculated by the intelligent computer was immediately executed.

By the time the weapons array had returned to the loyalists, the balance of battle on Calth had completely slid towards the Ultramarines.

Anti-ship light spears burst out from the sky, and the dazzling beams tore through the dust and clouds almost in the blink of an eye. The beams, which were far more dazzling than those of stars, launched a surgical attack.

Whether it was the armed positions of the Word Bearers, or the enemy's Titans and heavy vehicles, those Word Bearers and cultists who were still attacking were all turned into gas under the spears of light that fell from the sky.

Even the Titans would have no chance of fighting against this level of power, as ground forces always appear after the navy has decided the outcome.

Under the control of the intelligent brain's computing power, all of Coss's bird servants, camera probes, and everything that can be connected to the Internet are its eyes and ears. It accurately analyzes which places belong to the Word Bearers and which places belong to the Extreme Marines and auxiliary forces.

Under the absolutely precise attack, the Empire's army did not suffer much damage. Only some people had their eardrums damaged by the violent shock waves, or temporarily lost their eyesight after witnessing the close-range explosion of the light spears.

The negative pressure caused by the orbital bombardment made the atmosphere on the ground extremely chaotic, and the air turbulence swept the dust into raging whirlpools.

The soldiers still on the surface hid in their own bunkers. Cold mechanical sounds came out from every speaker that could make sounds, warning everyone to stay where they were and not run around.

Hot dust rushed towards them, and when the soldiers curiously emerged from the trenches, everything on the ground had disappeared.

It was as if the Word Bearers had never been here, and the land was quieter than ever before.

After destroying the ground target, the weapon array changed direction again, and this strongest line of defense on Calth finally launched a counterattack against the Word Bearers' space fleet.

The Word Bearers' giant ships that were engaged in a space battle with the Ultramarines starships were hit by giant weapons from orbit. Light spears and missiles destroyed a large number of Word Bearers' warships. Those arrogant killers were transformed into extremely dazzling fireballs at this moment, and all life was evaporated in the flames.

The scene in space can be seen in the main control room. Guilliman looks through the porthole and sees the powerful beams of light from the weapon array cutting through space, leaving long and narrow rays in the starry sky.

The enemy fleet was burning, and faced with the combined blow of the orbital platforms and the remnants of the Ultramarines fleet, the Word Bearers were in a state of defeat.

"You have failed. The Word Bearers did not kill the Ultramarines."

Guilliman looked down at Kor Phaeron, who lay struggling in a pool of blood, but he turned his head to look toward the sun of Calth.

"You...you are wrong. The outcome has already been determined. Cos is finished. Hahaha..."

Kor Phaeron nearly coughed up his lungs. Viridian's star had been tortured, and even if the weapons array stopped attacking, the star would never go back to its former self. Its light was blinding and ugly, and the unbalanced nuclear reaction was turning it into a deadly supernova.

"Guilliman, I return your words to you - you should kill me first!"