Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Horus, come face me!!"

"Today, let's settle the accounts!"

Leman Russ's piercing roar echoed throughout the empty interior of the Vengeful Spirit. No ceramsite steel, adamantium, or other obstacles could diminish the wolf king's psychic roar.

The Sons of Horus within the coverage area of ​​the sound waves only felt that an unprecedented ferocious beast was approaching them. No matter how elite the warriors were, they could not always wipe away the fear when facing the Wolf King guarded by a pack of wolves.

That was the Primarch's natural suppression of his inferiors. The former Luna Wolves and Space Wolves, the two legions symbolized by wolves, were now engaged in a brutal fight against each other.

There were continuous loud noises of boarding, which were the result of all the Thunderhawk gunboats, Stormbirds, boarding torpedoes and assault boats of the Space Wolves Legion risking their lives.

Leman Russ's heart was bleeding. The entire Sixth Legion was already in a half-crippled state, and now all his efforts had been burned out.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the Space Wolves Legion is close to destruction, and no one knows how long it will take to recover to its former glory.

Russ didn't even need to count the number of people. Just by listening to the noisy voices and footsteps, and the slightly different growls, he was able to tell which wolf cubs had successfully landed.

The 3rd, 7th and 12th Companies successfully boarded the Vengeful Spirit. They were the lucky ones and had the honor of fighting Leman Russ to the death.

As for the other Wolves, most of them had died in the explosion in the void. The anti-fighter and anti-vehicle fire could easily annihilate the battle-hardened Astartes.

The wild wolves were very clear about their fate. Although the Father of Genes had never forced them to die with him, no one refused the invitation of the God of Death.

They gladly raised the poisoned wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The Heracles Fenr was venting all its anger on its former sister, and the enchanting purple void shield of the Spirit of Vengeance was becoming weaker and weaker under the bombardment of the Queen of Glory.

The ferocious missiles released by the Thunderhawk gunboats tore through the explosion-proof compartments of the Spirit of Vengeance, preparing for the boarding troops to arrive.

Of course, this preparation was tailor-made for Leman Russ. Regardless of whether the Wolf King was willing or not, the Wolf Guard's greatest responsibility was to save the Primarch from a situation where he was doomed to die.

The Spirit of Vengeance is burning under the fangs of the raging Space Wolf. Every step of Leman Russ reveals cold calculation. The former barbarian of Fenris has finally torn off his disguise and revealed his true self.

They have only one goal: to kill Horus!

The wild wolves showed perfect division of labor and cooperation, and the most elite wolf pack followed the footsteps of the Wolf King to hunt down the Warmaster.

Some Wolves equipped with heavy weapons went to destroy the arsenals and ammunition depots on the battleships to prevent the enemy's support from arriving on time.

To Leman Russ's surprise, the number of Sons of Horus on the Spirit of Vengeance was not that large, probably only a few thousand.

This may be related to the environment inside the battleship, where the warp and the real universe have become blurred. Even the Sons of Horus cannot avoid flesh and blood mutations and mental pollution in such an environment.

Bol's Longfang Squad broke into the ammunition depot. They skillfully killed those strong armed servitors. The enemy's firepower was extremely fierce. A single salvo could daze the Space Wolves. Even with the protection of adamantium armor, they could not escape the threat of death.

However, they are not too difficult enemies. The servitors are too stupid. Once the Astartes are prepared, they will hardly be threatened by these stupid things with their nerve reaction speed.

The battleship's ammunition depot is designed in a hexagonal honeycomb shape. Countless huge pieces of hard metal isolate the dangerous ammunition, so that even if an accident or explosion occurs, only a small part of the cabin will be destroyed.

The wolves placed powerful hot-melt bombs in each hive. When the horrific explosion occurred, time was too tight, and even the wolves that did not have time to escape were reduced to ashes.

However, the bloodthirsty wolves just let out long howls. As long as they could complete their mission, they enthusiastically welcomed the arrival of death.

As Leman Russ listened to the howling of different wolf packs coming from his ears, the progress of the decapitation operation against the Spirit of Vengeance in his mind was gradually advancing.

He was able to tell which branch of the wolf pack was progressing well and which areas were encountering tough problems.

The Wolf King's personal order spread throughout the communication channel, directing the dwindling number of wolves to go to the corresponding places.

Bjorn followed his Primarch. He was a very young Wolf Guard. To the veteran guards, he was just a rookie.

However, this clever and agile wild wolf was appointed by the Wolf King to join the guard so as to better convey the orders from the leader of the wolves.

"Haha, if I go back alive, no one will look down on me anymore!" Bjorn killed a Son of Horus with his lightning claws and cut off his head.

"A rookie will always be a rookie!" the old wolf at the side taunted, and then blocked another enemy's fatal attack on Bjorn's back, "Don't be distracted, kid!"

The interior of the Spirit of Vengeance was littered with corpses, and the blood of a large number of mortal crew members had flowed into pools of blood. The broken flesh and bones seemed to be torn and devoured by demons, and the death was extremely miserable.

"Damn it, this was done by the Sons of Horus themselves. They didn't even spare their own people."

Leman Russ's nose can smell what happened in the past, and he can even magically build a corresponding model in his brain based on his sense of smell.

The Wolf King led his assault troops towards Horus' throne room, which was where Horus was most likely to stay, but the closer they got there, the fewer enemies Leman Russ encountered.

In the end, only the mortal slaves and crew members were left to fight back desperately, and then they were easily killed by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus.

"What the hell, the space inside the battleship is distorted. The real Queen of Glory is not so huge." Leman Russ cursed. He noticed the abnormality of the space.

Just as the Warp defies space and time, the interior of the Vengeful Spirit can hardly be described as normal.

Rune priests seek help from the power of runes, and they follow the guidance to guide the wolf pack.

The evil forces here are trying to corrupt the Rune Priests, but Fenris's rune psionic system has shown extremely strong resistance, and the Wolf Priests have stood firm against the corruption.

The characteristics of the Spirit of Vengeance were becoming more and more biological. They could even feel that the place they were walking on was no longer a hard deck, but the stomach of some giant, wriggling sea monster.

It trembled and ached for the damage the wolves had done, and attempted to lead the invaders to a dead end with more forks and disguises.

The Spirit of Vengeance attacked everyone indiscriminately, including the Sons of Horus. Leman Russ saw that a Son of Horus that was half submerged in the deck seemed to have been partially eaten. The ship was plundering greedily.

The rude wolves destroyed the tooth-like explosion-proof doors with hot melt bombs. What appeared in front of them was a wide road. Under the road was an abyss hundreds of meters deep. Some kind of poisonous strong acid liquid was emitting a foul stench, tormenting the wolves' sense of smell.

Leman Russ stopped cautiously and used his psychic power to blow away the black fog in front of him. Finally, in the darkness, the three Contemptor Dreadnoughts emerged from hiding.

Chapter 469: The Courage of the Wolf King

The special geographical environment of this battlefield, coupled with the interference of highly radioactive wastewater, meant that the Space Wolves' auspexes were unable to detect this hidden enemy force.

If they rush forward rashly, the Space Wolves will suffer extremely heavy casualties in the face of an enemy with fire support from the Dreadnoughts.

If you fall on this narrow road and land in the highly radioactive and toxic wastewater, no one knows whether you can survive.

These silent Sons of Horus began the assault in a trident formation. They had no loud battle cries, no shouts or insults, and they were like corpses blocking the wolves' attack.

The Sons of Horus' vanguard and wings were able to support and protect each other, forcing the Space Wolves to defeat them head-on.

"Be careful, the subspace energy of these guys is so dense that it's explosive!"

"It smells like it was just fished out of a cesspool."

Leman Russ shouted to his wolves in a vigilant voice, "These Sons of Horus... are they still alive? They are simply some Warp demons that have grown into the appearance of Astartes."

Their armor revealed powerful chaotic power, and each one made the Wolf King feel his scalp tingling.

"Horus, you want your legion buried with you."

The Sons of Horus, who seemed to have been completely transformed by the energy of the Warp, took the lead in launching an attack. The Reaper artillery fell like a rainstorm, landing among the wolves.

The white hot shrapnel and shock waves blurred the indestructible physical properties of the adamantine armor the moment they touched it, instantly knocking down the two wild wolves and turning them into wreckage on the ground.

The three Contemptors fearlessly unleashed their ferocious firepower, the twin heavy bolters on their arms released the evil fire of the warp, and the metal shells fell like a waterfall, but there was no sign of exhaustion.

Bombs and plasma exploded around Leman Russ. In the special environment of the Spirit of Vengeance, the once extremely reliable adamantium armor was also at risk of being penetrated.

The Wolf King realized that this was a response by Horus, otherwise they would be completely powerless to resist the loyalists.

Looking at the Sons of Horus moving like corpses, their armor possessed by demonic souls making them confused and turning them into puppets who only knew how to fight and kill, the Wolf King felt mixed emotions.

Leman Russ faced the horrific barrage of bullets head-on. He was fearless and did not even take a step back.

A lavender psychic shield blocked him and his offspring. That was the psychic power of Leman Russ.

The Wolf King's reckless advance caused the Wolf Guards to shout anxiously. Bjorn even rushed forward and tried to use his body to block the fatal artillery fire.

"Keep going! Wolf Guards!" Russ roared.

Leman Russ turned into a purple storm, waving the Spear of Dionysus to block the annoying artillery fire, and even the enemy's heavy laser cannon was blocked.

When the Wolf Guards heard the order from the leader, they immediately put aside all hesitation and followed. No matter what, they always believed in Leman Russ.

The roads were littered with the severed limbs of both Space Wolves and Sons of Horus.

The Wolf Guard sent out two warriors, intending to use melta bombs to destroy the Dreadnoughts that were blocking the way, but Leman Russ rushed forward and pierced through the Dreadnought's armor with his huge Spear of Dionysus, piercing the sarcophagus inside.

Even though the Primarch had no size advantage against the Dreadnought, Leman Russ still managed to defeat it with his unstoppable bravery.

The Spear of Dionysus was like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily pulling the dying warrior out of the Fearless sarcophagus.

Like other Sons of Horus, even the Astartes with only their remains had undergone countless mutations and corruptions under the corrosion of Chaos power.

Disgusting tentacles and tumors spread out from the dying warrior's body, like a virus constantly extending and expanding. The flesh and blood with thousands of holes were wriggling, and it continued to resist even after being pierced by the Spear of Dionysus.

Russ activated his Spear of Dionysus, unleashing the power bestowed upon it by the Emperor.

The indescribable monster that had almost turned into a chaos egg suddenly trembled and began to change back to its original appearance.

The corruption of the Warp began to recede, and the remaining flesh and blood squirmed weakly. Without the protection of the sarcophagus, it was heading towards death.

A strong sense of sorrow and pain suddenly overwhelmed the Son of Horus, and the Wolf King knew that he had awakened from the corruption of the Warp and had seen what was now happening on the Vengeful Spirit.

The psychic power released by the Spear of Dionysus turned him into dust, and the Wolf King bestowed the last mercy on this crippled man.

Bjorn leaned out from the corner and, under the cover of his comrades, rushed to the side of the Dreadnought. He rolled forward in an extremely thrilling manner to avoid the terrifying power claws of the behemoth.

The roar of the grenade launchers never stopped. The flying projectiles hit the hard armor of the Dreadnought, tearing gaps in it and creating sparks from small explosions.

"How about I help you warm up?" Bjorn attached the melta bomb to the back of the Dreadnought through a magnetic lock, and then immediately ran away.

The huge dreadnought suddenly had a terrifying molten explosion. The high-temperature nuclear materials in the reaction created a temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees. The erupting jet directly ejected the plasma that was enough to melt all matter.

The Dreadnought was melted through in an instant, and then the boiling metal solution transferred huge amounts of heat to the life-sustaining liquid in the sarcophagus. The tumbling bubbles accompanied by the extremely hot liquid directly cooked the remains of the Son of Horus inside.

Looking at this fearless and miserable appearance, young Bjorn shrank his neck and made up his mind.

If he were to be seriously injured in the future, he would never allow his comrades to put him into the Dreadnought. He would rather die than endure such torture.

The last Dreadnought was followed by a dozen Sons of Horus, who used cover to cross the distance and fought with the Space Wolves.

The ferocious Dreadnought used its power fist to blast a Space Wolf away. The blow imbued with Warp energy shattered the adamantium armor. Seeing that his offspring was in an unknown state of life and death, Leman Russ rushed up in anger.

He drew out his Dionysus's Spear and thrust it into the Contemptor's body from behind, piercing through the complex energy systems and transmission systems.

Then, the Primarch raised the Spear of Dionysus with his terrifying strength, with the Dreadnought, Son of Horus, pierced on the tip of the spear.

Raging flames and thick smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. The screams of the fearless veteran rang out from the microphone. It fought back with its power fist like a madman, but because of the distance created by the Spear of Dionysus, it could not reach Leman Russ at all.

The Dreadnought's reactor went completely haywire and destroyed the mad beast. Leman Russ took the brunt of the impact for his son.

The Wolves howled at the top of their lungs for their Primarch's bravery. The name of Leman Russ echoed throughout the cabin of the Vengeful Spirit, and their morale was boosted.

The Fenrisians were truly like giant wolves, howling and calling one after another. Everyone felt that they had gained a source of strength from the roar, and the enemies became increasingly weak in the terrifying wolf howls.