Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The flesh and blood of Mortarion himself and the Death Guards were turning into festering jelly. The Warp flies that emerged from Typhons injected venom with the stingers on their tails. They easily penetrated the protection of the power armor and caused hard growths to grow on the Death Guards' bodies.

Their bellies were bulging, their eyes were oozing pus like cracked eggs, and their power armor was being stretched and twisted.

Those sophisticated mechanical structures are corroding and dissolving, but are being reshaped into various deformed states by a strange force, allowing them to operate normally as usual.

Suddenly, the terrible force that imprisoned everyone retreated, and Mortarion rushed towards the damned Typhons with a roar, chopping him into pieces with his scythe of annihilation.

The Primarch's attack was so fast that it could not be detected by the naked eye. All that was seen was a flash of sword light, and Typhons was reduced to fragments of flesh, blood and machinery.

But his actions seemed to be exactly what Typhon wanted. He broke free from the shackles of flesh and blood, and countless flies of destruction swarmed out of his body, disappearing into the warship with wild laughter.

“Feel the love of the Father. I will be waiting for your arrival by His side.”

Mortarion saw with his own eyes that Typhons turned into a monster made up of countless flies of destruction. His body was swollen and bloated, with dense holes like a honeycomb all over every corner of his body. He was spreading plague and reaping lives.

Typhus completely turned into an empty shell carrying countless pathogenic flies and insects. The bone tower on his back spewed out black poisonous mist. Thousands of Nurgle flies treated his body as a rotten nest and gave birth to wriggling life inside.

King Barbaros has lost Typhon forever, and now all that remains is an abomination named Typhon.

A plague was spreading through the Legion, and even the Space Marines' powerful pre-conditioned stomachs, pebble kidneys, and Laraman organs were of no use to them.

They are not a specific toxin or pathogen, but a kind of corruption and pollution that originates from the soul and the warp level.

The proud Astartes warriors had their souls taken away by the mysterious being. When their bodies began to develop pustules, to fester and swell, and their skin and armor began to merge into one, the Fourteenth Legion no longer had any chance of escape.

The Death Guard's powerful resistance and endurance became the last straw that broke the camel's back at this moment. They could only passively endure the spread of the disease, their bodies hovering between death and survival, and endless decay and pain tormenting their minds.

Even the Primarch could not escape this disaster. Mortarion's roars and roars became weaker and weaker. In the gardens of Nurgle, the kind father had unlimited time to make the proud Lord of Death succumb to His mercy.

The Death Guard fleet disappeared into the Warp without any echo.

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Chapter 572 Gathering in Ullanor (Seeking to follow)

"Interesting, really interesting. The Primarch was completely defeated by the Captain of the Legion. Who else could it be except Mortarion?"

"I hope that our Lord of Death can find redemption in the realm of the true God of Life and Decay."

In a secret cabin of the Trisaac's Prayer, Erebus, who was known as the Hand of Fate, suddenly heard something very interesting from the whispers of chaos in his ears.

Whispers from the Warp are one of the signs of Chaos corruption. When an individual often feels that he can hear something talking to him, it means that some entity has set its sights on him.

But Erebus is different. No matter how many whispers there are in the Warp, they have no effect on him, because his "purity" is even greater than that from Chaos corruption.

Pollution spreads from areas of high concentration to lower areas, and the same is true for subspace pollution.

He is corruption itself. Even a Chaos Demon might lament that his purity is too low upon seeing him.

If people like Kor Phaeron, Caras Typhon, and Marlohurst chose to embrace the Warp after experiencing many things, then Erebus never fell.

Because he has been at the bottom of the abyss since his birth, how can he even talk about the concept of depravity?

He was the culprit behind the fall of the Word Bearers and Lorgar, the driving force behind Horus' corruption by the Four Gods, and even if he only indirectly influenced Kharas Typhon, he also delivered a pre-destined Primarch to the Chaos God Nurgle.

His existence may really be like his title "Hand of Fate", driving the turning points in the fate of many Primarchs. Even more extendedly, the dream of the Emperor's revival was slowly shattered by him.

"Karas Typhon has taken Mortarion to the Garden of Nurgle. This way, we have a more powerful Death Guard."

There was no respect for the Primarch in Erebus's words. He was completely treating him as a chess piece. As long as it could enhance his own strength, then what did it matter to him even if Mortarion was miserable?

The huge hull of the Trinitarian Prayer trembled regularly. It was blessed by the Warp. When it sailed in the Warp, the ether currents could always turn into the most favorable direction.

"We are about to reach Ullanor, the destined place of the Warmaster, and a destined drama is about to begin." Erebas said, clapping his hands lightly. He had spent a lot of effort, and on this day he would finally reap the rewards.

……

Ullanor was once the capital of the Galactic Empire of the Ork Emperor Urak Ugr. It was on this planet that the Great Crusade led by the Human Emperor reached its true peak.

After the victory of the war, Horus was promoted to the position of warmaster based on his great achievements.

Although the planet had been burned into a glass ball by the Mechanicus's cleanup forces, and all the land that might hide Ork spores had been burned by promethium flamethrowers, there were still many remnants of Ork technology remaining on it.

It still exists and still has some mysterious symbolic meaning.

It is the site of the fall of an empire second only to that of humanity.

It was here that Horus had the most exciting moment of his life and achieved the highest glory. It was also here that he would gather all the forces willing to be loyal to him and to the Most High and launch the final attack on Terra.

The Ullanor system has been completely affected by the waves of the Warp. In the chaos, Chaos legions arrived here from all directions.

The first to arrive was the Iron Blood. Fricks, the city-breaker who had fled in the Battle of Betagarmon, welcomed back his genetic father, and Perturabo successfully "persuaded" Angron, who was wandering around the wreckage of Nuceria, to come back.

Of course, the Lord of the World Eaters, who was so irritable that he wouldn't listen at all, was beaten to a pulp by Perturabo's iron ring robots' saturation fire bombardment. He finally calmed down and regained consciousness under the education of the physical iron fist. This trivial matter can be ignored.

The Daemon Prince of Khorne is not completely immune to heavy firepower bombardment. As long as the firepower is strong enough, even a Chaos Daemon will have to kneel down and calm down.

At this moment, Angron, who had barely regained some consciousness, was lying on the outer bridge of the Iron Blood. His terrifying muscles bulged and looked as indestructible as a brass-cast war fortress.

You have to know that Perturabo's situation is similar to Mortarion. Although he opposes the Empire and wants to overthrow the Emperor, he has remained extremely vigilant about the corruption of the Warp.

Angron is already the Daemon Prince of Khorne. He is a walking source of pollution. Even those warriors who have betrayed the Empire may not be able to stick to their original intentions when they see him.

The Lord of the World Eaters lay on the outer edge of the Iron Blood in a somewhat embarrassed manner, the violent winds of the Warp blowing his huge flesh wings, and a large number of Khorne demons spread their wings and circled around him, paying tribute to the new champion of the Blood God.

When the battleship crossed the barrier of the curtain and returned to the real universe, Angron shouted excitedly, then he spread his flesh wings, flapped away from the Iron Blood, and landed directly on the surface of Ullanor.

He swung his giant axe and roared furiously towards the sky. The Butcher's Nails flashed in his mind, stimulating him to generate more anger and murderous intent.

The Iron Lord looked at Angron, who was like a wild beast, with a little contempt. He used to be a Primarch brother, but not now. He was just a bloodthirsty beast under the command of the Blood God.

He searched for information about the Fifteenth Legion on the auspex and scanning array. Fricks had told him everything, and he knew all about the Thousand Sons Legion's betrayal of the Iron Warriors.

Perturabo's already rigid expression became even gloomier. A large number of brain-computer interface cables were connected directly from his scalp to the fine Terminator armor he had built himself, while groups of iron ring robots made uniform movements under his conscious control.

He has replaced his own Primarch's guards with these reliable iron-ring robots. They have disappointed him time and time again. During the Battle of Fal, they were killed in front of him by the Sons of Dorn. Perturabo has lost his trust and patience.

A large number of transport ships and gunboats emerged from the Iron Blood. The damage sustained by the battleship has not yet been completely repaired, but it can still be used barely.

Another subspace rift opened, and the huge figure of the Trinitarian appeared next to the Iron Blood.

This battleship looked nearly half the size of the Iron Blood, and the Great Speaker could no longer contain his excitement.

"That's it, the taste of ambition, it really fascinates me." Beside him, the Fallen Phoenix spread out its four arms, its long white hair falling from the back of its head to its waist, and he exhaled in intoxication.

"Ullanor, the place of Horus' glory, has now become his rallying point for betraying the Empire. How ridiculous."

A large number of the Emperor's Sons gathered around him. Their formations were loose, their paint jobs were extremely gaudy and bright, and they emitted a strong, almost suffocating fragrance. Others had tubes stuck all over their bodies, and held huge sonic weapons in their hands. The hideous gun barrels exuded a terrifying aura.

The Great Bearer descended upon the surface of Ullanor along with a teleportation beam, leaving a huge burning mark of a Chaos Octagram on the spot.

Gray raindrops fell from the sky and slid down Lorgar's crimson armor. A large number of Word Bearers warriors followed behind him. Erebus, Rajak, and Angerte kept their distance and took positions behind the Primarch.

This land that has experienced brutal war has long been shattered, and a large number of Chaos rebels have descended here to replenish supplies and rest.

Dark orange fuel barrels were scattered on the ground, and a large number of damaged war vehicles were parked on various platforms that were urgently expanded.

The towering reviewing stand was made of white marble, with sculptures of the primarchs who followed Horus arranged in order on top.

Fulgrim followed Lorgar, but was unable to stray too far away due to the constraints of his true name. He was now unwillingly wriggling his snake tail, his enchanting scales sliding across the puddles of rainwater on the ground.

Perturabo came from the other side with the irritable Angron, while the master of this gathering, the great Warmaster Horus, was already high above the reviewing stand, looking down at everyone.

In addition to Alpharius who had been declared dead, Magnus the Scarlet King and Mortarion the Pale King were not yet present.

They did not send any explanation, which inevitably added a veil of shadow to this grand gathering ceremony.

Chapter 573 The Advantage is in Me (Please Follow)

Horus stood in the center of the towering reviewing stand, looking down at the allied legions that kept arriving.

Memories were churning in his mind, and in a trance he seemed to see the former emperor standing here, and he was leading the Shadow Moon Wolf in a triumphal parade on the Victory Avenue below.

But today, unlike in the past, Horus has become the one standing on the reviewing stand.

Iron Warriors, World Eaters, Word Bearers, Emperor's Children, incomplete Thousand Sons, incomplete Night Lords, incomplete Alpha.

And his most proud, powerful and unstoppable Sons of Horus Legion.

The Warmaster's aura was far greater than before, even when he was fighting Jagatai Khan and Leman Russ on the Vengeful Spirit.

Ever since Malohurst completely burned his own soul with a ritual dagger to kill the still-resisting independent soul fragment of Horus deep in the Warp, Horus has completely healed the wounds inflicted by Leman Russ.

He stopped bleeding, because what was surging in his body was no longer blood, but pure chaotic power.

He completely devoured the four completely different powers of the gods and merged them into one.

At every moment, the projection of Horus in the Warp was devouring the power of the etheric ocean, increasing rapidly and wildly.

When Horus stood in front of everyone, wearing his iconic black and red Terminator power armor, not even a single Son of Horus dared to get too close to their father to witness this glorious moment with him.

Even a reckless man like Ezekiel Abaddon, who had a very good relationship with Horus, felt a sense of strangeness and fear from the current Horus.

Although Abaddon is recognized as a reckless general, he also has his own delicate and cunning side. If you really regard him as a straightforward and stubborn warrior, you will definitely suffer a lot from him.

All the while, he had sensed that Horus was becoming more and more distant, less and less human.

But he just buried these doubts and speculations in his heart. He didn't want to, couldn't, and was unwilling to accept this fact.

Until now, he finally had to admit that perhaps the last bit of humanity and warmth in his genetic father had completely dissipated, and it was inseparable from the damn disappeared Malohurst.

"Father...what can I do to save you?"

Abaddon clenched his fists and stared at Horus' back, but there was nothing he could do to change anything.

He suddenly realized that the power he possessed was too weak. Facing the Chaos Four Gods' plot against Horus, he could do nothing.

The Warp has never been a good thing, and he has always tried to keep a safe enough distance from it so that his legion will not be swallowed by it.

But now it seems that everything is too late. Those who play with fire will get burned. Horus' soul has been ignited by the flames of the Warp.

Under the Warmaster's gaze, his brothers finally gathered here.

The Great Speaker's gait was very unrestrained. He strode towards Horus with big strides. It did not look like he was going to be inspected, but rather to be crowned king and ascend his own throne.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his psychic eyes saw the extremely strong aura of chaos emanating from Horus. It was a terrifying force, but he was fully prepared.

He himself has studied the original truth for a long time and has gained new insights into many arcane powers. The Great Speaker is confident that his strength has surpassed that of the original five hundred worlds by more than half.

The Fallen Phoenix and the Lord of Red Sand who have ascended to demon status are also his reliable helpers. I believe that Perturabo, who suffered a great loss in the Battle of Betagarmon, will also make a wise choice.