Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

It's like a traveler far away from home, realizing that he will never have the chance to return home.

But he was also very clear that the human who suddenly appeared in front of him could not be an ordinary mortal, because the Son of the Dark Raven did not detect any human physiological activities.

Breathing, heartbeat, extremely subtle natural body tremors...

Roxi looked up at these giants wearing iron armor. To him, the height of Astartes in armor was like a child standing in front of an adult.

"A superhuman warrior who has completed biochemical transformation? That's not new, but isn't this power armor a bit too crude? Is it using some kind of low-intelligence thinking core?"

He judged the Astartes with his own eyes. Biochemical transformation was not a rare thing in his time. Even various crazy scientists had created many nightmare monsters that exceeded human imagination for their own delusions.

If he could borrow Red Alert's experimental equipment, he might be able to make a more objective evaluation based on the dissection of one or two soldiers, but the power armor worn by these tall soldiers was too simple and crude.

The power armor they wore were different, including mk3 steel type, mk4 extreme type, mk6 raven type, and some were even the product of multiple different types of power armor mixed together.

In Luo Xi's opinion, this thing called power armor is no different from a toy assembled from garbage from a recycling station.

The Astartes felt that the gaze of this mortal was somewhat offensive, and even these warriors who had been immersed in killing for too long could sense the implicit judgment.

"Mortal, can your ship perform a warp jump? We need to leave this planet and return to the galaxy."

"According to wartime regulations, the Astartes Legion has the right to requisition all Imperial starships."

A cold electronic voice emanated from the Iron Hands. These warriors who believed in the weakness of flesh and blood were rarely so polite to mortals, but the unclear environment at the moment made them exercise every bit of caution.

"Oh? Some variation of High Gothic, the language of this era?"

Luo Xi quickly analyzed and identified the language spoken by these transformed warriors, and quickly mastered how to use it.

"Before I answer you, please tell me what you are and what the war outside is like."

In fact, through the scanning array of the Red Alert, Roche had already observed the ring of battleship wreckage and dust in the orbit of the planet, as well as the strangely shaped battleships that were still cruising.

There were a few warships that looked like flying cathedrals, which made Roche's eyelids jump. How did such a thing fly into the sky? Even if there was no need to consider air resistance in space, this would still cause the overall structure to degrade.

In addition, the entire atmosphere of the planet was polluted, and the radiation levels were so high that he felt like he was in a nuclear waste landfill in a remote garbage world.

"If he is caught by the Alliance Police Department, he will probably be sentenced to thousands of years in prison." Luo Xi sighed with emotion. Judging from the situation, the alliance formed by humans would have been destroyed long ago.

Weyland suppressed his inner anger and glared at the mortal in front of him.

"answer my question."

Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came over him, and Wieland was horrified to find that the servo system of his power armor had crashed, the power backpack behind him had lost power, and he was trapped in his power armor.

No matter how he tried to get the servo system online, he only got a cold response.

The armor that had lost its power was like a close-fitting iron coffin, standing still in place.

And this was just a snap of Luo Xi's fingers. He realized that this transformed warrior was not easy to communicate with, so he quickly replaced him with a more pleasing guy.

Realizing that the man in front of him was not someone he could deal with, Nikona immediately flashed to his front. At this moment, he had already retracted his two power swords and put the bolter back into the slot on his lower back.

He put his hands in plain sight to show that he meant no harm.

"We are the Astartes of the Lord of Mankind. We came here to kill the traitors, but we were betrayed by other traitors on this planet, Isstvan V."

"Warriors from the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard Legions have orbited and landed on this battlefield, but the belated reinforcements are actually long-hidden traitors!"

"Please help us. We need to return to Terra and unite all loyal warriors to stop the rebellion launched by Warmaster Horus. The Emperor is on Terra, and the throne world of mankind must not be allowed to fall!"

From Nikonna's brief narration, Luo Xi learned the general situation:

In the 30th millennium of mankind, a being called the Emperor unified the divided Earth. He launched a great crusade that swept across the galaxy, intending to reunite the human race that had been fragmented after the Age of Strife.

But when the Great Crusade was about to end, his most beloved son, Warmaster Horus, chose to betray him.

The Emperor's warriors were split in two, with half of the Astartes Legions and Primarchs choosing rebellion, and the entire galaxy was ablaze with war.

After getting the answer he wanted, Roche released the controls. The crude servo system was no more difficult than a toddler's math problem in front of the Red Alert's core intelligence.

"It seems that I need some time to adjust to the current situation, but now I understand that the Warmaster you mentioned wants to destroy humanity."

"You will be supplied and rested. Return to Terra. I want to see the Emperor with my own eyes."

Chapter 3: First Firefight

At one point, Nikonna suspected that he and the legionnaires were trapped in an illusory dream created by some abominable alien.

What they witnessed was too bizarre.

When the mortal who called himself Roshi emitted light and shadow, penetrated the wall and disappeared, the Astartes realized that the other party was just some kind of illusory projection.

Superman's powers of observation fail to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

However, the feeling of imbalance caused by the complete failure of the power armor and being controlled by mortals made the Iron Hands warriors fall silent.

The mechanical modifications that they were so proud of seemed a little too fragile in the face of the opponent's data invasion.

What was even more shocking was that several robotic arms extended from the surrounding cabin walls, and the light spewed from the tips condensed into substance in the air, as if printing out some steel parts, fragrant food, and drinking water as if they were created out of thin air.

"This is... a component of power armor?!"

Wieland's electronic eyes kept flashing green light, and in less than thirty seconds, he witnessed a set of armor that looked exactly like the Iron Hands Legion's power armor being printed out from the void.

Even the numbering and engraving were exactly the same as the one he was wearing.

The printed power armor fell to the ground with a dull sound. It was obvious that its weight was definitely enough to match the weight required by the Astartes.

Wieland took a few steps forward in disbelief, his fingertips running across the new power armor. A strange texture was fed back to his brain through the sensors. This was undoubtedly a material different from ceramic steel.

"God of all machines is above..."

With the intuition of Iron Hands, Weyland was sure that the defensive ability of this set of armor was definitely much better than the one he was wearing. When more than a dozen sets of power armor were placed in front of the Astartes, everyone fell into a strange silence.

"Iron Father, this kind of forging technology is far beyond our imagination. I don't understand what kind of existence we have encountered."

An Astartes warrior murmured that even on Medusa, the home planet of the Iron Hands, or Mars, the core planet of the Mechanicus, they had never witnessed such miraculous operations.

The creation of a set of power armor requires a complicated process. Each component needs to be carefully cast and even smeared with holy oil to bless the machine soul. Therefore, generally speaking, a set of power armor takes more than ten years to be completely completed.

And now, in just a few breaths of time, all the warriors had new armor to replace.

The most obvious trauma that the several months of guerrilla warfare in Isstvan V brought to these warriors was their tattered armor.

In that unequal war, bombardments from Titans and orbital strikes from battleships destroyed most of the Legion's soldiers, and that abominable betrayal left them isolated and helpless.

No supplies, no repair materials, no downtime.

Even for Nikona, who was the most agile, there were several deep pits on his power armor, chest armor and shoulder armor caused by non-frontal explosions. This was the result of his best efforts to dodge.

Tiefu was not polite at all. With the help of his battle brothers, he took off his broken power armor. After feeling the new servo system start up, he couldn't help but have some enlightenment in his heart.

The warriors of the Iron Hands Legion have always had a close relationship with Mars, and they know more detailed information about the fragmentary information before the Long Dark Night than other legions.

According to ancient records, long before the Age of Strife and the Iron Man Rebellion, human civilization was once in an era of enlightenment, prosperity and great strength.

The STC, which the Adeptus Mechanicus attaches great importance to and searches for at all costs, was once a legacy of that era.

But after a long old night and darkness, those treasures of human wisdom were either lost or shattered. Even a fragment would attract the fanatical pursuit of countless technical priests.

This is most likely a starship left over from the Golden Age, which is why it has such incredible capabilities.

After the Astartes changed into their new power armor, they quickly consumed the food supplies obtained through printing technology.

With their keen taste detection nerves, they were completely unable to tell the difference between these foods and the ones they had eaten before on the Legion's battleships. These foods even had a more tender and fresh taste than the industrial products harvested and manufactured from the agricultural world.

They ate in silence. Long-term malnutrition made them extremely hungry. No matter what the situation was, maintaining the best combat condition was the best option.

Through holographic projection, Luo Xi had a full view of the actions of these genetically modified warriors. At the same time, he was also browsing the information obtained by the intelligent brain from invading the servo system, some of which was simply incredible.

"A bunch of lunatics who are both religiously fanatical and mentally ill. Look at what they are talking about. The God of All Machines? Why do they want to worship machines? Humans are the creators of machines. How can the creator worship the creation?"

"What kind of genetic brainwashing did that guy called the Emperor carry out? Has humanity regressed to the feudal monarchy?"

Waking up from a deep sleep, Luo Xi felt that his nerves were challenged again and again.

Look at these modified warriors who call themselves Astartes. It is true that their physical modification has its own unique features, but no matter how strong the body is, can it compare to those iron men who were born completely for killing?

A power sword loaded with decomposition techniques. It's already the 31st millennium. Why are there still a group of warriors wearing power armor fighting with cold weapons?

"And why do these warships, which are built like Gothic architecture, have large cannons installed on the sides instead of rotating turrets? Why did their designers and builders build warships that are retro to the Age of Exploration?"

What he saw made Luo Xi feel as if time and space were being distorted. These people were using advanced technology to do things that only primitive people would do.

In just a few seconds, the Red Alert broke through the atmosphere filled with nuclear dust and entered the universe outside Istvaan V with the sonic boom airflow.

Missiles from the Iron Warriors' ground fortresses arrived soon after. In the fortresses of the Fourth Legion, the bird servants were flashing alarms frantically, and the scanning array showed that an unidentified ship had broken out of the crust of Istvaan and was now outside the atmosphere.

"Damn it, where did that battleship come from! Where did this star battleship appear on this damn planet? How did it overcome the huge gravity of the planet and maintain its structural integrity?!"

"Kill it! Otherwise, Father will tear our heads off!"

The Iron Warriors' commander furiously crushed the mortal servant beside the bird servant. The bloody head exploded, and a large amount of blood and brain tissue splattered, while the Iron Warriors and mortals around him had no expression on their faces.

The lobotomized robot rushed forward and cleaned up the mess on the ground.

The battleship released a large number of missiles in an attempt to destroy the extremely agile strange starship.

The intelligent computer controlled the starship to avoid the pursuit of those primitive and backward missiles. Luo Xi just stayed where he was and waited quietly. He even had time to open a few portholes for the new passengers on the ship to observe the external environment so that they could see the situation outside.

The Red Alert was only one kilometer long, and looked extremely small compared to the strike cruisers and battleships that were surrounding it in the planet's orbit.

The battleships in the center of the enemy fleet were eleven kilometers long and formed a formation with several strike cruisers, surrounding the battleship that escaped from Istvaan V.

These warships left behind in Isstvan V were only a small part of the rebel legion's military strength. After stabbing the loyalist warships, they rushed to various places under the leadership of their respective primarchs to carry out the orders issued by the warmaster.

For the rebel legions, after the massacre that destroyed three legions, the value of this planet ended there. The remaining warships and Astartes warriors were only to continue strangling the loyalists hiding on the planet.

The Iron Warriors' battleships and strike cruisers quickly opened fire, their massive macrogun muzzles blasting out powerful shells, and countless spears of light blasting out, anticipating all possible evasive movement paths.

A bloody smile has already appeared under the helmet of the Iron Warrior Commander. There are not so many details in fighting in the void. I have more ships than you, and my cannons are bigger than yours. The outcome is self-evident.

Even Wieland and others in the cabin felt nervous. With such a huge disparity in strength, the probability of escaping was almost zero.

But the mysterious starship beneath him, which seemed to be from the Golden Age, became the only variable between life and death.

They could only pray that the starship was fast enough and the void shield was strong enough.

But in the command room, Luo Xi remained calm. To him, the enemy ships in front of him were not a threat at all.

The generation gap in technology means an absolute gap.

Although the Red Alert is not a dedicated warship, it is the carrier of many STC templates after all. Since the Chief and others had made the decision, they would naturally not let this spark of humanity be powerless to resist.