Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

This was an extremely dangerous attempt, relying closely on the soul to enter the Warp. Just the slightest mistake would attract the greedy gazes of countless Warp demons, even the souls of those who believed in the Four Gods of Chaos were no exception.

Because the essence of chaos is division and mutual devouring, they never have the concept of unity and cooperation.

He must find the fragment of Horus' soul in the mysterious and silent warp as soon as possible, and this depends entirely on the guidance of the power of the chaos ritual.

The moment he entered the warp as a soul, Malohurst lost his sense of direction. He didn't know how much time had passed because time did not exist here.

He only felt that he was drifting in nothingness, passing through those magnificent wonders of the warp, through turbulence and debris, and came to a special place under the guidance of the power of the ritual.

A demon was waiting for him here, and its name in the mortal world could be called: Amarok.

Malohurst knew instantly that this was the guide he needed.

"Give me your soul, and I will take you to where the soul of Horus Lupercal is." The demon tempted.

"Then take it." The Twister did not hesitate at all, and the demon named Amarok was a little surprised. He thought the other party might argue with him and bargain.

Mortals are always like this, thinking they can bargain with these demons and gain a certain initiative.

However, the relationship between mortal humans and entities in the great subspace has never been an equal one.

Amarok licked the corner of his mouth. He could feel the ugly and twisted soul of the human in front of him.

This is a rare delicacy, and it has already taken it.

"In that case, follow me," Amarok said, "I know where Lupercal is."

Chapter 564: True and False

"You damned, lowly mortal, I curse you forever, I swear on my real name!"

In the illusory warp ocean, a gigantic warp demon is chattering and releasing its anger.

Countless dirty languages ​​spewed out of its mouth, some were human words, and some were more ancient alien languages.

However, what shocked countless Warp demons was that on the bone spurs behind this demon, a deformed Astartes was strangling its neck tightly and riding on it in an extremely humiliating posture.

"You can curse me if you want. I can't die anyway."

"You'd better be honest and avoid physical pain."

These two people, one being Marlowhurst and the other being the Chaos Demon Amarok, were naturally the two who had rushed into the Warp in search of the fragments of their master's soul. However, compared to the initial situation, the relationship between the two had undoubtedly reversed.

With one hand, Malohurst strangled the demon's throat, and with the other hand, he had pierced the ritual dagger through its body. The vicious witchcraft weapon was pressing against Amarok's internal organs. As long as he pushed one more time, Amarok would die completely and there would be no possibility of return.

After Malohurst and Amarok reached a verbal agreement at the beginning, the Twister took advantage of the time when the demon made the blood pact and stabbed it with the ritual dagger he carried with him.

Although a verbal contract has a certain binding force, it is still inferior to a contract written with human skin and blood.

Amarok's actions, which were intended to reduce risks, led to its unfortunate arrival.

The attack was so concealed and fast that even the demon couldn't react. It didn't even realize that this human dared to resist it.

But what's even more hateful is that he really grasped Amarok's weak spot, and the ritual dagger has the ability to completely kill the creatures of the warp.

It thought it was shameless and vicious enough, but in front of the ugly Malohurst, it realized that it was just a pure and harmless white lotus.

If a contract is signed with the devil, shouldn't humans be completely controlled and eventually eaten until not even a bone is left?

How come you, an ungrateful human, turn around and threaten the devil?

Who is the devil?

Amarok felt extremely aggrieved, but he was also extremely afraid of the ritual dagger that was currently in his body.

It doesn't want to die yet. Subspace creatures have eternal life. Even if they are killed in the real universe, they will only be expelled back to the Sea of ​​Souls, and slowly piece themselves together.

It's not that the devil is not afraid of death, but because humans cannot really kill it, it naturally has no fear.

"Take me to find the soul fragment of Lupercal, and then I will let you go, swearing in the name of the Most High." Malohurst's voice came from behind, and the demon Amarok's uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

Swearing by the Most High is an extremely rare and binding oath for chaotic creatures.

Because the will of the original truth in the dark will truly witness all of this, other things like swearing an oath to the Four Gods of Chaos also have similar effects.

If you swear an oath to Khorne but fail to fulfill the oath, no one knows whether the mighty one sitting on the brass throne will be in a bad mood and unleash his pure anger.

The subspace is a world of emotions and consciousness, so naturally things like oaths are also different from the real universe.

Under the leadership of the local demon Amarok, Malohurst's efficiency was immediately greatly improved. Even some weaker subspace creatures fled immediately after sensing Amarok's breath.

He entered an illusory land, and his senses, which had originally lost their function, began to sense the smell of dust again.

The mixed smell of flying dust, lingering smoke, and the blood of soldiers gushing out and scattering in the soil.

It was familiar, and he could recall the complex feeling, but he couldn't quite place it where.

Then, Malohurst heard the voice of Horus, and it was definitely his master, the Twister, with utmost certainty.

He turned his head suddenly, only to find that Horus was right beside him, but he was slightly different from the master he remembered.

The Primarch was seen wearing an ivory-white power armor with the brown-yellow Eye of Horus embedded in the armor dotted with gold, creating an extremely sacred and elegant atmosphere.

A deep and friendly smile appeared on Horus' face. He was looking at his descendants who were cleaning up the spoils on the battlefield, and the huge starship flames were flickering in the sky.

Horus had a huge white wolf fur draped behind his head. He did not have any unnecessary decorations on his body. He looked simple and casual, unlike the owner in Malohurst's memory who was covered in black and red Terminator armor.

His pupils shrank slightly. This style...

It was in Ullanor.

At that time they were not yet called the Sons of Horus, but the Luna Wolves.

Malohurst's mood was extremely complicated. At that time, he had not experienced the plane crash yet. He was in good health and was even qualified to compete with Abaddon for the position of company commander.

"Father, here I come," he said.

"Mal, tomorrow, I will be inspected by the Emperor, and I will let my father's glory spread across the galaxy."

"The Emperor will hand over his command to me, and he will return to Terra. I will continue to lead the Great Crusade."

The Avenue of Victory built by the Mechanicus stretched to the end of the naked eye. Pillars made of the skulls of orc chieftains were distributed on both sides of the road. Between their huge eye sockets burned flames of promethium, and the blue-white light illuminated the avenue.

Mal was Horus's nickname for his son, and ever since Horus became the chosen one of the four gods, Malorhurst had never heard of this title again.

His heart was suddenly filled with turbulence, unable to calm down for a long time, and even his breathing became rapid.

This was the most glorious moment for Horus and the most dazzling moment for the Sixteenth Legion. All other Astartes Legions could only serve as foils and supporting roles to highlight their greatness.

At the end of the sight, groups of Space Marines were using promethium flamethrowers to burn the earth, burning all the biological spores that might be left by the greenskins.

A green-skinned head as huge as the cockpit of a Titan was lying quietly in the ruins. The members of the Mechanicus were carefully shaving off the flesh on its surface and collecting these precious research samples.

That was the skull of King Ulak Urg, the most powerful Orc Emperor, who truly unified the ancient race of greenskin Orcs.

It is also the best trophy obtained by mankind after the climax of the great expedition.

Since ancient times, what better trophy is there than the head of an old enemy to demonstrate one's great victory?

Even Malohurst was reluctant to break it up, because it was so beautiful, and no one would not miss this moment compared to the exhausting things that happened afterwards.

But false is false after all, and he knew very well that the real Horus was still bleeding on the throne.

For the sake of his master, he must stand up and expose all this falsehood.

Chapter 565: Using the Body as a Blade (Seeking Tracking)

Horus continued to chatter about the Emperor's expectations of him and the crown of glory that would soon be bestowed upon him by the Emperor himself.

His eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, and his right hand subconsciously stroked the golden ring given to him by the emperor.

"My lord." Malohurst's voice was like a gust of cold wind, blowing across the back of the head of the ambitious Horus, making the glorious wolf-shepherd god a little confused.

"What's wrong, Mal? Is there anything you want to tell me?" Horus asked gently. He didn't like being interrupted, but he still forgave Malohurst's rudeness.

"grown ups."

Marlowhurst looked into Horus' eyes and spoke in an extremely bloody tone.

"Wake up, everything here is your illusion. Ullanor has been gone for a long time. The war ignited by your own hands burned everything to ashes. It was you who made the galaxy burn. You cannot stay here, in this glorious moment."

"What are you talking about? Mal!"

Horus was a little angry. He thought his son was going too far. He even dared to make fun of the great cause.

How could he do such a rebellious thing? His father had put everything in his hands, and he didn't dare to be careless for even a second.

He who wears the crown must bear its weight, and Horus is ready to become the warmaster.

"My Lord," the Son of Horus continued, pulling out the ritual dagger that had been lodged in Amarok.

In front of Horus, the hideous and terrifying Warp demon instantly revealed its true form, which obviously frightened the shepherd wolf god.

"You filthy thing!"

Horus was about to kill the demon with his sword, but the moment he drew out the sword, everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

The wandering Titan machines turned into huge wreckage dumped on the earth. The ignited promethium fuel and fusion fuel turned them into torches capable of illuminating the darkness.

Groups of mortal armies were piled up together. They were lifeless. When a gust of wind blew, the dead turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind. The wind carrying particles stung people's eyes and made them cry.

Astartes perished, the broad Avenue of Victory disappeared, leaving only the exaggerated skull of the Orc Emperor Ugr, which seemed to be smiling mockingly at the fragility of mankind.

Horus looked at the scene in front of him, his whole body stiff as if he was dead, his pearl white heroic armor faded away, and the black and red Terminator armor as majestic as a mountain replaced it.

With the Claw of Horus extended in his right hand and the hammer of Worldbreaker clenched in his left hand, he stood alone in the ashes and dust.

Beside him, there was only the hunched and twisted figure of Malohurst.

"This is reality, your Excellency," he said.

The smile on Horus's face gradually faded, turning into a deathly calmness.

"You came to see me."

As Horus spoke, he began to speed up, swinging his World Breaker hammer and facing a wave of warriors that covered the sky.

The scene suddenly changed. It was a peaceful and tranquil eve of the review just now, but now it has turned into an endless war.

Countless Astartes warriors and mortal auxiliaries rushed towards Horus, but the wolf-shepherd god was alone. He was like a lonely mountain, abruptly blocking the flow of the crowd.

In desperation, Marlowhurst wanted to rescue his master, but he soon found that he was worrying too much.