Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"I know about the news that the Warmaster fell into a coma in Ullanor. Although I don't know what happened next, no matter what, something went wrong with Horus."

"If he has completely become a slave to the warp, then it is hard to imagine whether such a Horus can carry out the mission of the Warmaster, because his mind is completely abnormal. We cannot think with the normal Horus."

Ryan also lowered his head and pondered. Indeed, if they considered for a long time and even made a wrong choice of the target commander, then it would just be a waste of time.

"Then if it's not Horus, who could it be?" said the Admiral.

"If we rule out Horus... it won't be Lorgar. He doesn't have the ability. The Shadow Crusade initiated by this rubbish had the first-mover advantage, but was beaten to a pulp by Guilliman." Chagatai began to analyze.

"It won't be the gas canister of Barbarus from Mortarion. He and his legion blindly advocate heavy infantry tactics. They are not good at space naval warfare."

In fact, many of the primarchs in the rebel army have already died off. As long as they are eliminated one by one, the most likely target can be locked on.

"It won't be Angron and Fulgrim either. These two Primarchs have already become Daemon Princes of the Warp Gods. They don't have enough sense to command the Legion."

"Curze has defected, Alpharius has been killed, and Magnus is still struggling on the Golden Throne. The only one left is... Perturabo!"

Dorn slammed his fist on the table. He hated this Iron Brother. They were competitors in the past, but now they were standing on opposite sides.

Dorn was very disappointed with Perturabo, who was not worthy of competing with him.

"In that case, let's focus our forces on the Twin Gates. The probability of the rebels using multi-line infiltration operations is not high, and this is not Perturabo's tactical style."

"What this guy advocates most is relying on firepower coverage and then launching a large-scale assault, using the lives of his offspring to forge victory." Chagatai mocked. He couldn't stand this style of fighting that wasted the lives of soldiers.

Everyone voted in favor and will use this as a guiding plan for deployment.

"Then leave the deployment of the Twin Gates' defenses and traps to me and Dorn. You will each lead your troops to garrison various strategic locations."

Ryan said directly, and the primarch brothers immediately nodded in agreement.

The Twin Gates must demonstrate a level of resistance that matches theirs, otherwise it would be telling the enemy that there is a trap here.

Only if a trap disguises itself can it attract the enemy.

In the hands of the Imperial Fists, the Twin Gates would inevitably become an extremely tough nut to crack, and as long as the word got out that the Imperial Fists were defending this area, would they still be worried that the Iron Warriors wouldn't take the bait?

As long as it's something the Imperial Fists are guarding, even if it's a pile of dog shit, the Iron Warriors will rush over and fight to the death.

Chapter 589 Sigismund

Solar system defense line, Pluto defense zone.

Densely distributed orbital weapon platforms are suspended above the stars, and countless orbital cannons and light spear arrays are now ready to be activated.

The cruising garrison fleet continued to swiftly cruise through the airspace as usual, searching for any suspicious existence. They were the eyes released by the solar system's defense line.

The scanning array can capture the smallest optical signals and force field disturbances. Only the intelligent computer in the rear can analyze these astronomical data and report any suspicious traces to the superior commander.

This tight state of alert has lasted for several years. The human soldiers stationed in this defense zone repeat their duties day after day, waiting for the day when the destined enemy will arrive.

The supreme commander of the Pluto defense zone, the Black Knight Sigismund of the Imperial Fists, was currently inspecting the frontline positions of the defense zone with his personal guards.

This most famous son of Dorne, the Emperor's Champion, has an extremely simple bald look. During the Great Crusade, Sigismund also had a handsome short golden hair.

The years of war did not take his life, but they took away his hair, which is somewhat sad.

Sigismund's heavy power boots made dull footsteps as they stepped on the solid ceramic steel floor. He was wearing a set of finely crafted Star-type power armor, which gave him the strongest defense without affecting his impressive speed and flexibility.

The famous black sword hangs at his waist, ready to activate the stance and take down the enemy's head at any time.

The Silent Emperor's Champion randomly selected a battlefield fortress and walked in with his guards. With the discerning eyes of a son of Dorne, he carefully inspected the quality of the fortress and the status of the mortals stationed inside.

Only Sigismund himself knew why he felt so bored and had to find an opportunity to get out and get some fresh air.

The mortal auxiliary forces in the fortress discovered these Astartes wearing bright yellow power armor and immediately sent a team leader to greet the arrival of the Emperor's Angels.

No matter where they are, the number of Astartes is always scarce, and most of the fortifications are garrisoned by mortal armies. It is an exciting thing for them to be able to see the Space Marines.

The Son of Dorne carefully examined the mental state of the mortal warriors stationed here. He knew very well that compared to the weapons and equipment, the warriors' spiritual will was the most solid weapon.

"Soldier, do you know why we are defending here? Why, after so many years, we are still doing these seemingly meaningless things?" The Black Knight looked into the other's eyes, maintaining eye contact.

The young mortal captain still held his incendiary gun tightly and stood proudly in front of Sigismund.

He gave his commander a standard imperial salute, and then began to answer his superior's questions concisely and forcefully.

"We are Terra's first line of defense and the sirens of the Empire. Only by stepping over our corpses can we get close to Holy Terra."

Well, that’s a fairly official answer, the Black Knight thought.

"Once the traitors arrive, you will be the first soldiers to die. Don't you feel fear and resentment? The empire is so big, and there are so many humans. Why are you the first to die?"

The Black Knight's gaze stayed on the opponent's chest badge for a second, and the Thinker in power armor immediately and automatically scanned the opponent's code to query personal information.

The new recruit in front of him, named Wade Dalton, is only nineteen years old, and he only joined the Sun Auxiliary Army three years ago.

He is too young, so young that people doubt whether he is really reliable.

"Yes, we know everything you said." The team leader named Wade said with a smile, revealing half of his white teeth.

"My comrades and I all understand that human instinct is extremely difficult to control. We are also afraid and hesitant, so we all accepted the implantation of thought stamps."

Wade pointed to his head. There was an extremely hidden mark on it. It was the mark left after receiving the ideological stamp.

"But in this critical moment, we all understand that what humans need more is rationality. If our death can warn Terra that the enemy is coming, then we have realized our own value."

"If someone has to sacrifice first, why not us?"

Wade Dalton and his comrades laughed in tacit understanding, giving people the feeling that they were not going to die, but to a party with friends.

Sigismund listened to the other party's answer with a complicated expression. He inherited Dorne's stubbornness and never believed in this kind of loyalty imposed by the ideological stamp.

But now, his thoughts have changed a little.

The thought stamp is just a kind of aid. It is not an omnipotent artifact that can distort human will at will.

"For the Emperor." The Black Knight tapped his chest with his right fist.

"For humanity." Wade and others said in unison.

Sigismund left their position, knowing full well that this might be the last time they would see each other.

The rebels are coming soon, perhaps in the next moment.

The conversation with the mortal warrior made Sigismund feel much better. In fact, only Sigismund himself knew why he became the commander-in-chief of the Pluto Defense Zone.

As early as the beginning of the Horus Heresy, Dorn learned of the tragedy in the Isstvan System and immediately dispatched a massive punitive fleet.

The commander he originally chose was the captain of the first company, of whom he was most proud. However, the Black Knight himself learned from a conversation with the narrator Euphrates Keele that if he led the fleet, he would be buried on an unknown planet, and if he did not go, he would have to fight forever.

In a strange state of mind, he told Dorn his thoughts, and although the Primarch felt strange, he respected his wishes.

It was this personnel change that led to Polux leading the remaining fleet to fight an extremely beautiful Battle of Farr, defeating the strong with the weak and inflicting heavy damage on the Iron Warriors fleet.

But after Sigismund confessed everything to his father, Dorn could not bear the fact that his son would refuse to carry out orders just because of a prophecy without any basis from a mortal chronicler. He angrily accused the captain of forgetting what the "Imperial Fist" was and exiled the Black Knight.

Even the battle brothers of the Seventh Legion did not know why the First Captain came to the Pluto Defense Zone. They simply believed that their father made such a decision because he valued and trusted Sigismund.

"I long for a hearty fight to the death. Only this can wash away my weakness."

Dorn's warning still echoed in his ears. The Father of Genes angrily stated that he would sever the father-son relationship with him, which was the most painful punishment for an Astartes.

Sigismund could greet his own death with a smile, but he could not bear the pain of separation from his Primarch, and now he could only numb himself with the mission he was carrying.

suddenly.

The communicator on Sigismund's body issued an extremely shrill alarm. At the same time, countless subspace cracks emitting strange light suddenly appeared in the dark and deep universe.

The hesitation on the Black Knight's face was instantly swept away by an extreme fanaticism. He drew out his power sword and ordered everyone to be on alert.

Chapter 590: The Solar War Begins

Horus and his disgusting rebels have finally arrived.

Arrived in the solar system, the sacred birthplace of mankind.

He set the entire galaxy on fire, causing the entire empire to be burned down and trillions of humans to die tragically.

Horus is a sinner of mankind and even more of the real universe.

Sigismund's hand holding the sword was still extremely steady, but his two strengthened hearts had already begun beating faster.

He had waited too long, and his sword was already eager to drink the blood of his enemy.

He just wanted to kill all the traitors, or be killed by the traitors. At least he could smile and say to Dorn that he had given everything for the Emperor and the Empire, and that he had never been weak.

The Black Knight returned to the central command center as quickly as possible. As soon as the subspace anomaly was detected, the main control computer here transmitted the warning signal back to the command center on Terra.

The predictions of the Primarchs came true. The traitors used Pluto and Neptune as breakthrough points and headed straight for the Gemini Gates within the orbits of these two planets.

The enemy did not emerge from the heavy defenses of Mandeville Point, which meant that the large number of orbital defense systems, space fortresses and garrison fleets built around Mandeville Point failed to achieve the theoretical effect.

But this is understandable. The commander of the rebels is not a fool. He knows with his toes that the Mandeville point in the solar system must be heavily deployed. If he jumps directly into the encirclement, he will be skinned alive even if he does not die.

The dark void released by Horus has surrounded the entire solar system. Although it did not continue to devour the matter of the solar system due to the resistance of the Astronomican Light, that strange power still began to affect this area.

With the help of the gods of the Warp, they can jump back to the real universe without going through the Mandeville Point.

Thousands of warships of various types appeared in the relatively weak area of ​​the Empire's defense line. With the dazzling light spears released from the side of the first warship, huge macro cannons and torpedoes slammed into the Empire's defense system, and the solar system war finally began.

The rebels had obviously made preparations for war before entering the real universe. Their warships had already been preheated, and they opened fire simultaneously as soon as they entered the battlefield.

Like a sharp razor, it fiercely cut open the blood vessels of the Empire's defense line. Even the huge void star fortress quickly collapsed under the activation of the enemy.

The void shield covering the outside was rapidly weakened under the attack of artillery fire that was imbued with the power of the filthy subspace. When the internal energy system could no longer bear the terrible consumption, the void shield flashed a deep purple light and quickly disappeared.

The terrifying destructive power generated by the fusion of heavy nuclear weapons directly acted on the surface of the star fortress, and those solid defense walls made of ceramic steel and adamantium were instantly twisted and deformed.

The light spears illuminated the space. The continuous firing of light spear weapons was like the breath of the gods, evaporating a large amount of matter in the area where they landed. This extremely efficient particle weapon was far more effective in space combat than in a planet's atmosphere.

After a star fortress was hit by the enemy's light spears and macro cannons, the enemy seized the opportunity and used void torpedoes that could cause subspace shock to hit the core energy reactor.

In the blink of an eye, the roaring, surging power of the ether completely tore apart the star fortress, taking with it the hundreds of thousands of Imperial troops who were still resisting inside, as well as the Imperial Fists Astartes stationed there, all of which were reduced to ashes.

Human life is so insignificant and pale in this level of war. No matter how powerful your personal martial arts are, it is useless in the face of such lethal weapons that can destroy space fortresses.

Sigismund received news of the demise of his own war units every minute, but his iron will was not affected in the slightest.

The Empire's counterattack has begun.