Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The Astartes from the World Eaters and the Word Bearers have officially arrived on Amatra.

Chapter 55: Wolves Attack

Lorgar Aurelion sat in a quiet room made of reinforced glass on his flagship. Through the thin barrier of the sky, he could see the sparks that kept burning in the sea of ​​stars.

Fire drove away ignorance. Humans in primitive times used fire to create civilization, which is why humans can now thrive and multiply in the galaxy.

The Lord of the Word Bearers closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the tides of the Warp dancing around his ears.

Yes, what I am doing now is to light another fire. I am the Prometheus of the new era. I will lead mankind out of the slavery of the hypocritical emperor. I have found the original truth.

When Roboute Guilliman and the Emperor burned the City of Perfection, and when Lorgar Aurelion found true godhood in the Warp, the image of the Lord of Mankind in the Word Bearers' minds collapsed.

He is a false god! He is a liar!

Only you can lead mankind to the path of ascension and transcendence, and embracing the subspace is the real future.

The galaxy was burning. The Shadow Crusade launched by Lorgar and Angron had destroyed more than twenty planets in the Five Hundred Worlds. Hundreds of billions of souls had been sacrificed. Lorgar could see their tortured faces and their hands still struggling to free themselves.

This is a necessary move.

Lorgar doesn't care about those mortals. The only thing he cares about is the rhythm of the warp. The music composed by the tides of the highest sky is full of mystery. It is constantly rising. Every conquest and every sacrifice can push the melody to a higher level.

The Original Truth was very satisfied with his contribution, but it wanted more. It urged Lorgar to take down this key node in front of him. At that time, the tide of the Sea of ​​​​Warp would be completely covered by the storm of destruction, and the eastern part of the empire and the solar star field would be completely blocked.

"Angron, my foolish and irritable brother, you only think of blood and killing. I know this is not your nature, but the harm caused by the evil technology."

"You are as much a victim of the Emperor as I am."

"But it doesn't matter. We are brothers. What I do will save you."

Luo Jia was a little tired, and presiding over the Warp Ceremony was not an easy task for him.

Among the many Primarchs, Lorgar is considered to have the face most similar to the Emperor. Various scriptures and maxims are branded on his skin, which are now constantly glowing and heating under the influence of the increasingly active Warp tides, bringing a completely different blasphemous temperament to the Seventeenth Son.

"Fate, the fate I saw has revealed everything, father. Your Great Crusade is just a beautiful fantasy of mankind. Chaos will eventually devour everything. Even if Horus did not start a rebellion, others would have risen up to resist."

"You don't understand. Even if the Great Crusade succeeds and humanity expands its territory to the edge of the galaxy, peace will not come. Humanity's bad roots will cause dissatisfaction to spread. Greed and excess will lead to new chaos. Human nature will make everyone pursue the truth, and your throne will eventually be overthrown."

"You are the true savior, Primarch, and you will be favored by the Chaos Gods." Erebus said on the side.

Lorgar did not look at his chief priest. He actually did not believe the future that Erebus described. The gods in the Warp were powerful and fickle. They were in an eternal great game of war against each other. The time they spent working together was far less than the years they spent fighting each other.

He realized that these great beings were more like the source of some kind of primitive emotion, that the source of their true greatness came from the High Heaven, and that the Sea of ​​Chaos itself was the true original truth.

All of Amatra's defense lines were opening fire. Fusion missiles from the surface, dense anti-aircraft guns and light spear energy weapons built a solid line of defense within the atmosphere. The piercing flames smashed the Terrorclaws to pieces, and the Astartes inside were completely reduced to ashes.

Enemy ships in space were covering his drop pod, and deadly macrocannons fell to the ground, creating waves on the void shield's barrier.

Those mortal soldiers gritted their teeth. The entire sky was burning. The destroyed warships were falling from the sky. Their friction with the atmosphere made a terrifying roar that had never been heard before, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

But no one screamed, and no one collapsed and ran away. They just grinned and fired the last of their ammunition, and then were proudly turned into a wisp of dust by the enemy's light spears and overloaded void shields.

The regent and the commander-in-chief were already on high alert in the command center. The enemy was too numerous. Based on the intelligence obtained and the number of enemy warships, Orfeo deduced that their total force should be over 100,000.

Not to mention their massive mortal auxiliary forces and the Titan legions that are about to set foot on Amatra.

One hundred thousand versus four thousand, such a huge gap is enough to make ordinary people despair, but not Orfeo.

"Let the Edgewatch stand by. If the enemy's Titan army lands, let the Edgewatch take over."

"The enemy's airdrops are still ongoing. Let's send out the wolves. We can't stop the airdrop pods, but they can't expect their airdrop pods to land safely either."

The commander gave orders in an orderly manner, and the entire Amatra's 4,000 Ultramarines, more than one billion mortal auxiliaries and the Mechanicus Titan Legion all acted under the command of one will.

The airport, which was struggling to hold on under the heavy pressure of the enemy, released countless small spaceships. They were the special attack weapons sent by Macragge. These spaceships began to accelerate in the atmosphere, and the flashing fission rays swept across the airspace. In an instant, a large number of airborne capsules were destroyed by the fission fields.

They formed a dispersed formation that was far apart but still orderly, and rushed towards the enemy ships in space.

The warships being deployed immediately activated their macro cannons and light spear arrays and fired at the rebels. The dense shells tore through the thin atmosphere, but were avoided by these extremely flexible small spaceships.

"Fighters! Where are our fighters!" the World Eaters shouted, and suddenly a large group of fighters took off from the battleship's platform, chasing the spaceship and locking onto these ridiculously fast targets with their own micro-missiles.

But they were horrified to find that the spaceship was coming faster than the missile.

"Come on, traitors, catch up with me!" There were only three mortal crew members operating each spaceship. They were all veterans selected from fighter pilots. When they learned that there was an opportunity to counterattack the enemy's mothership, no one chose to quit.

The power of a micro battleship lies in the fact that the maneuverability of battleships larger than it is far superior, while fighters smaller than it find it difficult to penetrate its armor.

No matter how weak the battleship's armor is, it is still at the ship level and cannot be easily penetrated by fighters that are more suitable for fighting in the atmosphere.

The fission positions were facing the fighters made of steel. They were not afraid of collisions at all. The powerful fission rays could tear the opponents into pieces before impact. And their favorite targets were the transport ships that were dropping airdrop pods. They rushed over like hungry wolves, biting those fragile transport ships.

One transport ship after another burned and exploded into pieces, falling towards the surface under the pull of the planet's gravity.

Each ship was loaded with at least a hundred Astartes and mortal soldiers, but before these villains could land on the surface and kill people, they had already suffered the casualties from the fission field.

This was a surprise force. It was the first time that a micro-spaceship appeared on such a large battlefield. The Word Bearers and the World Eaters had a taste of its bitterness. Their ship-borne weapons had difficulty hitting these enemies that were more difficult to deal with than mosquitoes. The fast-moving fragmentation field tore through the armor of the warships.

Even the armor of the battleships was not strong enough against these weapons that were originally designed for space mining. A heavy cruiser had its belly ripped open by two micro-spacecrafts. A large number of people on board were sucked into the space by the sudden change in air pressure, and were turned into ice sculptures by the extreme cold in fear and pain.

These fearless lunatics continued to charge, and after being hit by the enemy's machine guns, they directly crashed into the engine at the rear of the enemy battleship while shouting for the Emperor.

The red-hot fission field pierced into the source of power. The cold steel was ruthlessly cut apart. The stably running ion reactor immediately went out of control. The plasma surged and exploded in rage.

Amid the barrage of bullets and light beams, the number of this desperate army dwindled. The remaining forces gathered together and launched a charge at the Conqueror, the closest of the enemy's four giant battleships.

"For the Emperor! For the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar!"

Chapter 56 Conqueror

"Guilliman is watching us. May all of you return to the Emperor!"

The generous and tragic roar was lost in the huge sound of metal tearing. These micro-spaceships passed through the void shield at a low speed, then tore through the Conqueror's bulkhead, and broke into its criss-crossing internal pipe network and decks, until they smashed into its central platinum keel and were stopped.

The space between the bulkhead and the keel was plowed by lines of disintegration fields. No matter whether they were mortal servants of the XII Legion or fully armed Space Marines, in the face of absolute destructive power, they were all equally decomposed into dust all over the sky.

The still operating fission field was falling towards the lower deck of the ship under the pull of artificial gravity. It was like a red-hot iron ball, constantly melting the ice beneath it.

The Conqueror's captain, Rotara, a mature and experienced female captain, yelled at the Third Line Army on board who were responsible for guarding against enemy boarding troops, asking them to immediately deal with those desperate boarding cabins.

Once the Ultramarines in the boarding bay escape and infiltrate every corner of the battleship, it will be extremely difficult to kill these Astartes.

The interior of the Conqueror has an extremely complex pipe network, and various dark corners and ventilation ducts are sufficient to provide hiding places.

In their view, these powerful ships must be filled with vengeful Ultramarines who are about to board the Conqueror, and the best way is to send the Third Line Army, which specializes in dealing with boarding, to stop them.

The Conqueror's condition was very grim. Its bridge and central area were severely damaged by the fission field, while the key positions at the rear: the engine and reactor remained intact due to the captain's efforts to avoid them. If those guys hit the reactor, this Glorious Queen-class battleship would most likely be paralyzed in the void.

The third-line army led by the World Eater Davarus quickly rushed to the area of ​​the warships that sounded the alarm. Rotara pondered for two seconds and then spoke to the servant beside him.

"Go wake up those dormant Dreadnoughts! Go now! It's time for the Dreadnoughts to fight."

Beneath the decks of the Conqueror were stored the few remaining Dreadnoughts of the XII Legion, many of which dated from the days before the Primarch's return.

Due to the widespread implantation of the Butcher's Nails, the Astartes of the World Eaters rarely recover from the fury of battle. They will completely lose their minds in extreme pain and rage, and then be buried in endless killings.

The Techmarines and Mechanicus priests hurried to where the Dreadnoughts lay sleeping. It was a quiet steel jungle, as quiet as a cemetery.

They anxiously initiated the ceremony, trying to awaken these painfully dead people.

In order to awaken the Fearless, they must be comforted, otherwise these ancient warriors who have been in stasis for a long time are likely to kill the technicians who awakened them the moment they are awakened.

The technical sergeant quickly operated the dark equipment in the dormant warehouse. Various cooling gases gushed out from the pipes above, lowering the temperature here.

After a long time.

A Contemptor Fearlessly staggered out. The body of this ancient warrior had already entered the sarcophagus. He was dazedly feeling his current body through his nerve bundles.

He was struck by an intense feeling of pain and loss, and phantom limb pain made him unable to tell whether his limbs were still there.

Until he found his own legion at war.

"Who are we fighting, Tech Sergeant?" The electronic voice processed by the microphone sounded. Fearless suppressed the pain of incompleteness and stared at the unknown Tech Sergeant with his observation probe.

The technical sergeant lowered his head, not daring to respond to the fearless questioning.

Lying inside this Contemptor Dreadnought is Locke, the Legion Master from when the World Eaters were still known as War Dogs. He fell on the battlefield thirty years before the Primarch's return and was rescued and sent to the Dreadnought.

"Answer me! Now!"

The electronic sound was full of pain. The mutilated limbs and the long-term mental repression made the Fearless people mentally ill lunatics, but Locke, the former Lord of the Legion, endured this torment.

"We are being boarded by the Ultramarines. The war has already begun!" The technical sergeant simply did not hide the news and told Dreadnought.

The huge dreadnought mecha seemed to tremble slightly, and he was shocked by the news.

The Space Marines jumped to the aid of the Space Marines.

"Why did you wage war against the Ultramarines? Why? We are brothers!"

"Why are the Emperor's warriors killing each other, why!"

More Dreadnoughts awakened, they were furious, they were in great pain.

"My elders, the Primarch has led us on the path of awakening. We must defeat the Emperor, and only the Warmaster can save humanity!" The technical sergeant brought out the rhetoric of the legion.

Betrayal, this is betrayal.

Locke's heartache was far greater than the pain in his limbs. He understood everything. Angron, who was controlled by the Butcher's Nails, still destroyed the entire war dog.

The proud war dogs are now mad World Eaters carrying Butcher's Nails, driven by rage and pain.

The original master was a madman, why would his descendants also become madmen?

Fearless pushed forward his heavy body and followed the technical sergeant with huge steps. They quickly rushed to the place where the micro-spacecraft crashed.

Although it was a miniature warship, it was still a large ship when compared to the scale of an individual. It was like a whale stranded inside the Conqueror, struggling desperately.

They saw that the World Eaters Astartes were trying to destroy its armor with melta bombs and magnetic mines. The Dreadnought immediately swung his huge power fist, and the decomposition force field directly smashed the hatch into a dent.

The bolt broke, the metal buckled, and the door flew open.

The World Eaters' third line of troops immediately swarmed forward.

But when they saw the situation in the cabin, there was no Ultramarines, and the cabin that should have contained the boarding Ultramarines was empty.

There were only two broken corpses of mortals and a dying man spitting blood and slumped in the driver's seat.

When the hatch was opened, the dying mortal soldier laughed and taunted the charging World Eaters.