Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Some mortal slaves parasitized by demons were shivering in the corner. Their demon hosts made strange hissing sounds, and there was also a long and terrifying laugh faintly echoing in the room.

Malohurst was already used to this; the Warp Demon just loved to intimidate others and draw emotional power from them.

Each of them is a parasite on intelligent life. They seem powerful, but in fact they are just that powerful.

Profane Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Runes were carved into every space in the room, and a large number of bizarre offerings were placed in corresponding positions, emitting a foul stench and a terrifying atmosphere.

Malohurst recited the prayer taught to him by his friend and mentor, the Chief Chaplain of the Word Bearers, Erebus.

Starlight and flames rose in the dark room. In the mist, a large amount of blood spurted out from the slave's neck. The blood flowed all the way to the ground and gathered into some kind of ancient hieroglyphs.

The braziers on the ceiling were dripping with foul-smelling grease. The fuel came from the pure followers of the Emperor, who were slaughtered and cut up by the Twisters to take out the materials they needed for the rituals.

The warmaster's attendant who was casting spells ordered the two Gastling Terminators following him to close the door, and no one was allowed to enter without his order.

"My master was slashed by the enemy blade of the planetary governor Eugene Tamba on the planet Daven, and he fell into a coma."

"It was Erebus who told us that we could take him to Davin's temple and heal him by the powers of the Warp."

Malohurst's eyeballs, aching slightly, turned over with a thrilling force.

He endured this nerve-wracking pain; it was the price he had to pay in order to complete the witchcraft.

The intense cold air flowed under his feet, condensing into a layer of crystal clear ice.

But the mortal's blood had not yet frozen, and continued to flow through the ice layer with hot steam.

In the dim firelight, Malohurst bypassed the attention of everyone on the Spirit of Vengeance and contacted the chief priest who was currently on the Word Bearers flagship, the Triumvirate.

The reason why he avoided everyone was because the Twister knew Eichmand and Falkus Cable's negative attitude towards the Warp. They had always been brooding over the fact that he sent Horus into the Temple of Davin.

Likewise, they remain resistant and resist the blessings of the Warp. These extremely stubborn guys simply do not understand what the power of the High Heaven is, and still retain the short-sightedness and stupidity of mortals.

"My master is the same. He always approaches the four Chaos Powers as a collaborator."

The flames in front of Malohurst's eyes were becoming clearer and clearer, and a human face gradually emerged from them.

"That's why he is not strong enough. He must completely submit to the Four Chaos Gods in order to truly save himself."

"Everything is for Horus, so that he can come back again and lead us to overthrow the false emperor."

"For our great cause, everything I have done and all the sacrifices I have made are worth it."

The Twister muttered to himself, seemingly speaking to himself, or to the person in the flaming mirror.

A smiling figure appeared in the secret room. He had an unusually smooth head, and on the skin of his face and head were densely written Luojia scriptures.

The Word Bearer was dressed in scarlet battle armor, and on top of the heavy shoulder armor was an open book of holy words branded on it.

In his hand he held a staff that was half his body length. The tip of the staff was shaped like the symbol of a human skull and the pages of an open book. It exuded a strange and enchanting power.

"Malohurst..."

"Long time no see."

Erebus's voice seemed to have traveled a long distance and landed in the cabin of the Spirit of Vengeance.

If you look closely, the skin on Erebus's face appears oddly out of place. This is because in the early days of the Heresy, this Hand of Fate had planned to corrupt Saint Jaleth, but something went wrong.

Apothecary Herros had joined Chaos in his father's place, so Horus ordered Sanguinius to be killed. Erebus was even arrogant enough to ask the Warmaster for an explanation.

The result was obvious. Horus listened to and carefully considered Erebus's reasonable complaint, then drew his sword on the spot and slashed the chief priest's face with a speed that even the Astartes could not react to.

There was a stiff and fake smile on Erebas' face. He smiled arrogantly and wantonly.

"I suppose you are here for Horus?"

"Although you tried to block the news, blocking the news itself is a kind of news. But it doesn't matter. We can continue to help you."

"We?" Malohurst's distorted face twitched slightly. This was the sequelae of the accident in the past. Whenever his emotions fluctuated, his muscles would twitch uncontrollably.

"Yes, and us."

Behind Erebus, the sacred face of the Great Speaker appeared.

According to the most widespread rumors, Lorgar's appearance is exactly the same as that of the Lord of Men.

Malohurst looked at Lorgar with some disgust, partly because of his appearance, and also because he smelled ambition from him.

"Horus must completely submit to the gods in order to be redeemed. Leman Russ stabbed him with the Spear of Dionysus, splitting a fragment deep in his soul that still retained kindness. It was his existence that prevented Horus from fully accepting the power of the gods. He was resisting, and his soul was splitting apart."

The dark apostle Zardu Rajak followed Lorgar, guarding the god in his heart like a most loyal and reliable believer.

Malohurst looked at Rajak deeply, then shifted all his attention to Lorgar.

"As Horus's attendant, you must help your master resolve those meaningless ideological struggles. Only by complete submission and obedience to the Chaos Gods can Horus truly command everyone. Otherwise, his legion will be torn apart."

Erebus's whispers continued to ring out, and he bewitched Malohurst and told him all the methods and ways.

I saw a ritual dagger emerge from the flames before my eyes and turned into a solid entity. This witchcraft weapon that was cursed by countless people had incredible power and could even completely kill the essence of an immortal.

"You don't have much time to think about it. Our legions will soon gather and arrive at Ullanor. Make your choice before then."

The psychic flames slowly dissipated, and all that was left before Maloxter's eyes was empty nothingness.

He tightened his grip on the ritual dagger in his hand and steeled his resolve.

Chapter 563 What Should I Do to Save You?

The Triarch drifted on the tides of the Warp, thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight mortals nailed to the hull of this remaining flagship of the Word Bearers Legion with vicious copper nails.

They came into direct contact with the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls with their physical bodies, and horrible mutations occurred in their flesh and blood.

What's even more terrifying is that they are still alive, and the Word Bearers have maintained their lives in a special way. However, this is not because they are kind enough, but only because they are alive can they squeeze out more fear and negative emotions.

Countless Warp Demons teased the humans who were fixed on the hulls of the battleships. They sucked the flesh and blood of the humans, devoured their souls bit by bit, and after playing with them to their heart's content, tore them into pieces and swallowed them into their stomachs.

The corruption of the Warp spread to the interior of the Trinitarian warship. The metal born in the Jupiter dock was attached to a layer of skin composed of chitin and strange flesh and blood. Many Word Bearers wrote scriptures written by their Gene-Father on this skin-like substance.

On the battleship's torch tower, scarlet flames were burning fiercely with the supply of innocent souls. The crackling sound was mixed with the screams of humans who could not bear the torture, and the horrific sound of the warp demons eating, turning into a creepy suffocating feeling.

"My Lord, if Horus cannot wake up, then you can even skip that step."

"Glory to the Four Chaos Gods, for they created the world; glory to the Eightfold Path, for its truth is endless; glory to the First Ring's loyal servant, for he is supreme."

Listening to the compliments of his loyal apostle Layak, the Great Speaker revealed a hint of smirk and pride.

His son's praise made him feel happy.

Beside him were eight burning incense burners, the candles in which were lit were made of human blood, fat and ashes.

The misty smoke diffused from it, and the devout people who chanted scriptures loudly praised Lorgar Aurelion and the original truth.

"If Horus wakes up, I will kill him in front of everyone and completely replace him."

"If he doesn't wake up, I will let him sleep forever. Either possibility will not be bad for me."

"Of course I prefer the former, because only in this way can the old king be overthrown openly and honestly, and the new king can ascend the throne naturally."

The Great Bearer looked at the psychedelic warp through the transparent crystal porthole, but did not notice that behind him, Erebus and Rajak were looking at him with strange eyes.

……

Malohurst walked in the cabin in a daze. A ritual dagger was quietly hidden in the gap of his robe.

The legion flag in his hand symbolized the presence of Horus in person, and all the Astartes and mortal servants of the legion, as well as the Dark Mechanicus priests serving the Spirit of Vengeance, bowed respectfully and saluted him.

No one dared to challenge or question Horus' authority, even though he had not appeared in person for more than 30 Terran days.

The body of Horus was placed on the throne in the throne room, and no one except the most reliable Gastlin Terminators could come near his body.

The Wolf Shepherd God leaned quietly on the throne, his eyes closed tightly, his right hand covering the wound on his abdomen, even so the blood was still flowing.

He was losing blood, but he wasn't really dead, and he couldn't really wake up.

"All of you go out and close the door. I want to be alone with my master for a while."

Malohurst said to the Gastlings on guard.

Other high-ranking members of the Legion, such as Aximander, Abaddon, and Falkus Cayber, all had many matters to deal with, and they were unable to stay by their father's body all the time to protect his safety.

But this is the Spirit of Vengeance, the headquarters of the Sons of Horus Legion. They instinctively thought that there would be no threat here, and this undoubtedly gave Malohurst an opportunity.

The heavy metal door slowly closed, the door hinges made a low friction sound, and finally closed with a bang.

"Father."

"Owner."

"Warmaster."

Maloxte whispered to the huge voice on the throne. He was extremely eager to get a response from Horus, but it was ultimately in vain.

For six hours, Horus showed no response, as if he were truly dead.

"What can I do to save you, father?"

"Give me some response, please."

The air was filled with the sound of blood from Horus' abdomen dripping down his fingertips and falling to the ground.

He took a deep breath, and there was a thin smell of the Primarch's blood in the air.

He remembered the advice of Erebus, Lorgar, and the Dark Apostle Rajak.

Malhurst began the magic taught to him by the Word Bearers on the floor around Horus. He threw away the legion banner and dipped his hands in a liquid made of ashes, blood, and fat.

The Twister knelt on the floor and began to write those complicated ritual totems and scriptures. He held the ritual dagger in his right hand. The dagger was soaked with his own blood, which made him feel that he was establishing a blood connection with the dagger.

He was extremely tired, and his twisted and lowly body was giving off warnings from the long hours of work and torture.

"Do as we say, success is just one step away." At this moment, the voice of the Dark Apostle Rajak began to echo in his ears. Malohurst knew these tricks. He only needed to enslave a demon to make these subspace creatures convey his will.

Malohurst picked up the ceremonial dagger, his heart pounding, and staggered to Horus, slowly kneeling before his master.

"You did well."

Malohurst suddenly seemed to have hallucinations. He heard the encouraging voices of his father and master.

Then, the Twister stabbed the dagger through his throat without hesitation. No blood flowed out, as it was all swallowed up by this witchcraft weapon.

His broken body fell heavily to the ground, and his soul had already entered the depths of the Warp with the Chaos ritual.