Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Dazzling macro cannons and giant light spears traveled through the universe, seeming to illuminate the dark galaxy.

The cluster warheads carried by those torpedoes continued to split, differentiating into more coverage areas, locking down the area where the White Scars were hiding.

The commander of the Sons of Horus showed a scornful smile on his face. The enemy's commander was obviously a fool. He lost his composure on the battlefield and chose to charge so recklessly.

"Let me completely annihilate this enemy and celebrate the arrival of the great warmaster." The commander thought.

However, the next second, the data displayed on the screen by the scanning array surprised him.

The fleet that was attacking at nearly the speed of light disappeared in an instant. The light spots on the dark screen were dim, and no one knew where they had gone or where they were now.

"Is our machinery malfunctioning?!" Ashurden roared, calling out to the engine oilers of the Dark Mechanicus. This was an absolutely unforgivable act on the battlefield.

"Sir, I swear in the name of Ohm Messiah that our machines are extremely stable. The existence of the devil allows the power of the machines to be better exerted. There is absolutely no error."

"But they did disappear, and I need an explanation!"

At this moment, the screens and machines on the other side began to scream, and the communication servitor made a harsh noise. Ashurden walked closer and smashed the noisy servitor with one punch.

The enemy's signal suddenly appeared in another direction, with a completely different navigation track.

But how is this possible?

How is it possible that they were at one end of the galaxy one second and moved to the other side the next? Can they still change direction at a terrifying speed close to the speed of light?

Who the hell can answer me?

This was all too bizarre, and Ashurden couldn't accept it.

The demon engine immediately began to control the orbital defense system to turn, and those bloated warships also started their side engines so that these behemoths could move and lock onto the enemy again.

Ashurden gritted his teeth and commanded his troops to change their position, releasing another wave of firepower barrage and predictive coverage.

However, the thing that caused his cerebral hemorrhage happened again. The fleet changed its navigation trajectory again and appeared in another part of the galaxy.

"They're playing with us! Absolutely! Playing with us!"

The Son of Horus understood instantly that the reason the enemy had exposed themselves so early was to consume their weapons, ammunition and energy first. They had already used up the first few waves of ammunition, and the remaining supplies were still being transported.

The brief panic on the Sons of Horus' side obviously did not escape Chagatai Khan's eagle-like intuition. He had a calm smile on his face, thinking that the commander on the other side was still too immature.

If Horus was in command personally, his tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west would never work so easily.

Compared with the Primarch's command ability, the commander on the opposite side is still too weak.

"Cut through them!"

The White Scars' fleet formed their special "chisel" tactics, and the fleet with the Sky Eagle as the core finally broke into the enemy from the other corner of the galaxy before the enemy's defense system could react.

The huge Thundercloud-class planetary battleship wantonly released its terrifying firepower. The giant light spears destroyed the rebel warships like igniting fireworks, while at this moment they were still on guard in another direction and had not turned.

In terms of maneuverability, the gap between the two is too great. If the Sky Eagle is an agile jet spaceship, then Horus' army is a medieval sailing warship.

Reaction speed and movement speed are the key to flaws in this war. Chagatai only needs to deceive the enemy commander like a fool, constantly harass and defeat the opponent's psychology, and he will be able to break through the defense line they have painstakingly set up.

And now, having destroyed the obstacles and orbital systems that blocked their way, the White Scars fleet has penetrated deep into the galaxy. Such lucrative results are right before their eyes, ready for Chogoris' space cavalry to reap at will.

"For the Emperor! Charge them!" Khan's roar rang out in the communication channel, and many White Scars' space battleships immediately began to inflict heavy killings.

Chapter 441: Blade Battle in the Sky

Chagatai Khan's fleet emerged as a sudden force, using its complete mobility to toy with the rebels' well-prepared defenses. As the Sky Eagle entered the interior of the galaxy, the rebels' most vulnerable belly was also exposed.

The enemy was in a panic, and their command system had not yet reacted to this huge contrast. After all, a few seconds ago the enemy was still outside the defense line and could be turned into space junk at any time, but a few seconds later they had already attacked their rear.

Ashurden forced himself to calm down. He ordered his own line of defense to turn their guns around and ordered the fleet to get closer to the enemy.

The situation inside and outside the galaxy is completely different. It is impossible for the enemy to continue to rush so recklessly in an environment with celestial interference and cosmic dust.

This is a completely suicidal act. As long as it hits a meteorite even the size of a fist, all the energy will be released due to the huge speed difference.

Chagatai Khan also understood this. He ordered his fleet to slow down and at the same time tore open the defenses of those planets like a sharp scalpel.

As the particle light spears flashed, it seemed as if nothing happened in the cold space, but the dazzling white light beams penetrated the atmosphere in the next second and began bombarding the surface of the planet directly.

The firepower of a Sky Eagle is almost equal to the firepower of other warships combined. Chagatai drove this violent beast wantonly and continued to drop more torpedoes and macro cannons. These physical weapons carried super-large-yield nuclear bombs and antimatter warheads. Bombs were dropped on the surface of the planet and the orbital platform.

The sky was filled with smoke and the terrifying flames pierced the black smoke with holes. The places that had been bombed had undoubtedly been completely turned into a white expanse.

Ashurden was almost heartbroken. His legion, the war materials looted from other places, and countless mortal slaves were all turned into dust clouds under the enemy's attack.

How would he explain this to Horus?

The Warmaster will skin him alive!

Fortunately, the enemy fleet has slowed down, and their position can even be captured with the naked eye.

Rage turned into cold hatred, and Ashurden ordered his fleet to surround the enemy and sent his most elite warriors to the enemy's huge battleship.

Even the knowledgeable Sons of Horus had never seen a warship as large as the Sky Eagle. Its length of hundreds of kilometers made the Queen of Glory-class battleship pale in comparison, not to mention their smaller warships.

His heart was pumping blood into his brain frantically, and at the same time he clenched his fists tightly to keep himself absolutely calm.

The enemy warship's outrageous void shield and energy shield blocked all attacks. Neither light spears nor torpedoes could break through the barrier.

With their enhanced keen vision, they could clearly see the void shield on the enemy's giant ship constantly creating waves, and their counterattacks were completely ineffective.

Every time the giant ship opened fire from the bow, the surging plasma frenzy would completely engulf a warship.

Just like those mortals shooting for the doll reward, the Sky Eagle destroyed those warships with ease, and the Astartes and mortals on board disappeared in the explosion.

Even powerful warriors like the Astartes seemed so powerless in a cosmic-level space battle.

They are not omnipotent, and if they appear on the wrong battlefield, they will only end up dead.

So they chose the most universal method - boarding a warship!

As the saying goes, when in doubt, board a ship. Ashurden knew that the best way to defeat that terrifying warship was to let the elite warriors of the legion enter the enemy ship and paralyze it from the inside.

This is a daunting challenge. The enemy is too fast, and if we use boarding torpedoes or boarding boats, we may not be able to catch up with them at all.

"Come on, come on! For the glory of the Legion!"

Ashurden sent hundreds of boarding craft and boarding torpedoes, including warriors of the Sons of Horus, Iron Warriors, and lunatics of the World Eaters.

The madness of the Sons of Angron was so great that even the Sons of Horus felt their scalps tingling. Under the torture of the Butcher's Nails, they had already lost the pride of a warrior.

A sky full of boarding bays and landing ships cut through the universe and headed straight for the Sky Eagle. Chagatai ordered the fleet to begin fighting back freely, and immediately countless rebels were blown up in the boarding bays and turned into space junk.

However, with huge sacrifices, nearly half of the boarding troops still penetrated the void shield defense of the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship, but their speed was slower than the limit of void shield activation.

The situation on the battlefield was instantly mixed up, with you in me and me in you.

However, before the boarding troops could be happy for long, they were once again faced with the dilemma of being unable to penetrate the battleship's armor.

Even the melta weapons on the tip of the boarding torpedoes could not penetrate the powerful armor. They had never encountered such a strong warship, which made the boarding torpedoes fail.

At the desperate moment, the boarding troops chose to take a gamble again and directly activated the free teleportation without beacon.

Rather than facing certain death, it is better to leave your fate to the gods.

So inside the battleship Sky Eagle, the White Scars and mortal auxiliaries who were on high alert saw a scene that they would never forget - many Sons of Horus and Iron Warriors appeared directly inside the battleship, but unfortunately, only some of them.

Some people were stuck in the dense metal cabin with their bodies and armor on, some were half exposed, and the luckiest ones were teleported in intact.

However, those unlucky souls whose bodies overlapped with the warships obviously did not receive the favor of the gods. They died directly from the damage caused by the molecular overlap.

The molecules that made up their bodies and the metal atoms of the battleships instantly mixed together. Even the powerful vitality of the Astartes and the blessings of the Chaos Gods could not save them.

The boarding force that Ashurden had high hopes for was first partially destroyed by anti-aircraft guns, then another part was lost outside the battleship's armor, and finally another part was killed by the beaconless teleportation. Only one-third of the rebel Astartes successfully entered the battleship.

"Long time no see, you despicable traitor."

Guntula led the team personally, with Qin Xin guarding beside him in a Qiexue Terminator armor. They held power Guandao and powerful twin storm bolters in their hands, and went to greet the Sons of Horus.

"White scar?"

The rebels who boarded the warship were horrified to find that this sudden surprise attack was actually their former brothers and comrades.

Before the Khan's return, the White Scars were almost always commanded by Horus, which led to the Horus faction occupying almost half of the legion, and even forced the Khan to join the rebels.

"Brother, why are you still loyal to the false emperor?" A traitor said, "You and I are brothers. We should unite under the banner of Lord Horus and fight for the liberation of the entire galaxy for the rest of our lives."

"Kill the rebels, for the Emperor!" The only response to the traitors was the cold battle cry of White Scar. Qin Xin took the lead, wielding his power Guandao and killing a traitor Astartes cleanly and efficiently.

The crackling decomposition force field shredded the traitor's helmet, breastplate and crotch with unstoppable force, splitting him in half.

Qin Xin is no longer the new blood who followed the company wandering in the subspace storm. After so many experiences, he has already become a mature and reliable legionnaire.

The fluttering red cherry danced on the helmet, and Qin Xin rushed into the enemy camp like a storm of sword blades, slashing the enemies wantonly.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Wearing a Star-pattern power armor, the White Scar was not afraid of the enemy's power sword attack. His scarlet eyepieces scanned and captured any enemy who was still alive. Whether they were the Sons of Horus, the Iron Warriors or the madmen of the World Eaters, they all fell at the hands of this rising star.

Chapter 442: Break and Strike

It's not just the Astartes engaging in boarding operations who are fighting in space. In fact, those huge warships are powerful iron boxers themselves.

With void shields and solid hulls as armor, and macro cannons and torpedoes as fists, the fight between space battleships is a real fist-to-flesh fight, a complete competition of hard power.

The number of warships assembled by the rebels in this galaxy is more than twice that of the White Scars fleet. Although there is no giant ship that can match the Sky Eagle, a large number of ants can still kill an elephant. The White Scars' warships seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and had to engage in a tangle of battles with the enemy.

The small number of enemy troops that boarded the Sky Eagle did not cause any trouble. If all the boarding troops sent by Ashurden landed, the White Scars would probably have to spend some effort.

But after several rounds of weakening, only one-third of the Astartes managed to board the ship, only to have to face the encirclement and suppression of the White Scars Astartes who had been on high alert for a long time.

The Khan's Qiexue Guards led the charge. Although these warriors, wearing heavy Terminator armor, had slight shortcomings in speed, their advantages were magnified to the limit in such a confined space as the battleship's deck passage.

After just a few minutes of exchange of fire, only a few Gastlin Terminators were left on the battlefield, still fighting stubbornly.

These elite veterans carrying position shields fought and retreated in the battleship, using the terrain and chaos to detonate the melta bombs they carried with them, trying to lurk in the battleship's complex lower decks and pipes.

Their understanding was simple. Since failure was inevitable, they would fight guerrilla warfare on this huge battleship, constantly harassing and destroying the White Scars' mothership.

But as the remnants of the Sons of Horus fell through the hole created by the melta bombs and onto the lower deck of the battleship, they froze.

There was no complicated and dirty pipe system and dark corners like on their Spirit of Vengeance. Everything was so clean and tidy, and the narrow pipes were simply unable to accommodate creatures of human size.

The roar of the large equipment caused the Leman ears under the tactical helmet to instinctively begin to filter out the noise. The Sons of Horus observed everything they saw. The style of this armor was completely different from the Empire's warships.