Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Dawn said nothing, but his eyes told it all.

"I won't let you down again, father." The Black Knight solemnly promised.

Dorn's projection disappeared, and it was left to them to do what they wanted.

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Above the orbit of Pluto, the wolves from the Sons of Horus were tearing at the defense line formed by the Imperial Fists fleet.

The Seventh Legion's strong defense caused the enemy to suffer heavy losses, but the rebels, with their numerical advantage, were forcibly using numbers to exchange for victory.

The order from Sigismund was transmitted to the communication channels of each fleet commander, and the loyal captains immediately executed the order of the supreme commander.

"Switch to defensive formation and retreat to the rear."

They were evacuating from the dangerous battlefield, forcing themselves to withstand the enemy's violent firepower network, and using void shields and solid hulls to bear the terrible damage.

From time to time, the Imperial Fists' frigates turned into a brilliant ball of nuclear explosion fire in order to cover their comrades, but even before the destruction, their artillery continued to fire, using boiling flames to illuminate the retreat path for their comrades.

"The Imperial Fists actually retreated? It's a little strange, but not hard to understand."

"They are extremely stubborn, but they are definitely not stupid. We are breaking through the defenses of the outer solar system. Even if they stay here, they will just die in vain."

Among Horus's wolves, a battle barge named Hades' Throne was chasing the fleeing Imperial Fists fleet. Their supreme commander, Horus Eichmand the Younger, was watching the enemy's movements with suspicion.

Since they had assembled in Ullanor, they had launched an attack on the last bastion of humanity on the orders of the Warmaster.

Eichmand was the commander of the vanguard, and with him was Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors. As for the Warmaster's own movements, they had become a secret that even Eichmand and Abaddon could not know.

"Dorn's cubs will never run away. This is a conspiracy." Beside Eichmand, Voll Bronn, the Iron Warriors' warsmith, immediately raised his doubts.

The old feud between the Sons of Perturabo and the Sons of Dorn could never be resolved, and this veteran knew the Imperial Fists better than they knew the Imperial Fists themselves, so when the Seventh Legion changed direction, he instinctively became alert.

"We should continue to pursue those fleets and completely annihilate them."

"But the further we advance towards Terra, the more densely packed the star fortresses and orbital defense systems we will face. We will be stuck in a protracted war and be dragged to death!"

Eichmand retorted that he was nicknamed Little Horus not only because of his face that was extremely similar to his father, but also because of his extraordinary command ability that was close to that of the Primarch.

At this moment, his mind has clearly simulated his next move and the possible counterattack of the imperial army. He can prepare measures in advance and achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost.

"My brother, we have sacrificed thousands of lives, and matched them with ships and resources to forcefully assault the Solar System's defenses."

"The first thing we should do is to capture Pluto and Neptune, so as to obtain a solid springboard for the Legion to break open the gate of Terra. Your hatred with the Imperial Fists cannot interfere with our choice."

Eichmand's meaning is self-evident. He believes that the Iron Warriors put hatred above the greater good.

"The Imperial Fists have given up on having the fleet continue to defend the Twin Gates, so control of the space battlefield has fallen into our hands. This is a piece of meat that has already been eaten, and there is no need to exert any more effort."

The Son of Horus pointed to the Pluto ground defense line that was still resisting stubbornly. "The battle on the surface is getting more intense. This means that there is a problem within the false emperor's lackeys. Their fleet has no choice but to abandon the troops on the surface."

"Let's make a concerted effort and use the maximum force to take Pluto directly."

"But." The Warsmith wanted to continue arguing.

"No buts, obey me." Eichmand toughened up.

"Let our fleet destroy the defense system in orbit, no matter the cost. I will personally lead people to the surface and take this first landing place for the Warmaster."

"I allow you to use one-third of your fleet to pursue the Imperial Fists, but you will have to take on those tough Star Fortresses."

The War Blacksmith finally smiled. He could accept this result.

As long as they can take revenge on their former enemies, the Iron Warriors will do it no matter what the cost.

As the son of Perturabo turned and walked away, the smile on Eichmand's face faded.

"We don't have time. Guilliman's bastards are overwhelming us from behind. Our front is losing ground. Even if we suffer ten times the casualties, we have no choice but to charge towards Terra."

"We must make these restless legions bleed. If it weren't for my father's victory over the traitor Lorgar at Ullanor, I'm afraid our alliance would have been broken."

Eichmand knew full well that the urgency of the situation had far exceeded the planned schedule. With powerful enemies from the Ultramarines outside and the various legions within, all he could do was to attack fiercely, at all costs.

The coup d'état in Ullanor was shocking enough, but who would have thought that Lorgar's ambition would actually dare to explode.

Since the Great Bearer has ambitions, what about Perturabo?

As the saying goes, once bitten, one fears ropes for ten years. Eichmand has always had doubts about the Iron Warriors in his heart.

It would be best to preserve one's own legion while letting other legions continue to bleed to reduce the threat to the Sons of Horus.

In fact, before the dispute between Eichmander and Vol Brunn, he had already ordered a group of Sons of Horus to land on the surface first. He did not have a second to waste.

"Prepare for an orbital drop for me. I will bring the most elite Gastlin Terminators with me to chop off the head of Sigismund, the guardian of Pluto!"

"Yes, sir." said the adjutant of the guard.

Light spears, macro cannons and powerful torpedoes rained down on low-Earth orbit, and the flames of the explosions even pierced the pull of gravity and went straight into space.

The Empire's carefully constructed defenses on Pluto began to collapse under sheer brute force, and amid the falling, burning debris, more Sons of Horus drop pods blended in, launching a decapitation attack on Sigismund's defenses.

Chapter 593: The Power of Sigismund

The first batch of airdrop cabins that were forcibly airborne were swarmed with Sons of Horus.

These well-armed rebels forcefully slaughtered the Imperial defenders near the landing point and turned them into minced meat with their power swords and bolters.

The accompanying Chaos Wizards began to cast their own evil sorcery. Under the influence of an inexplicable psychic force, a large number of automatic defense systems centered on the landing point were shutting down and self-destructing.

Their machine souls were burning and disintegrating, turning into boiling primordial matter as if contaminated by the fire of a furnace. The contamination was so strong that no machine could withstand the onslaught.

"Vashtor's power is quite useful. If we were to destroy these automatic defense systems ourselves, it would definitely cost us a lot."

The commander of the Sons of Horus said with a smile, but even after his voice was modified by the power armor microphone, it still sounded creepy and hoarse.

His voice could even echo on the battlefield. The psychic resonance tormented the nerves of the resistance, driving them into madness and infighting.

“But can we really continue to trust those Word Bearers?” Some warriors expressed confusion and doubt.

"Don't trust them completely, and don't be completely hostile to them either. They betrayed their genetic father. Even Lorgar was killed by his son Angertai himself. They have proven their loyalty and enthusiasm for the great cause."

Ever since Angrtai forced Lorgar to ascend to magic, the Word Bearers have split into two.

A smaller group chose to follow the Dark Apostle Rayak, and they were almost integrated into the Sons of Horus Legion, becoming their exclusive psychic advisors and masters of sorcery.

The Word Bearers controlled by Angertai were more independent. Most of them were enchanted warriors who responded to Horus' call as allies.

As the blasphemous Chaos Octagram emerged on the surface, the etheric energy was boiling and surging in a brief moment.

Intense electric light appeared on the ground. The air was ionized by subspace lightning and emitted a strange smell of ozone. Energy, space and time were all distorted and transformed in this light, and huge figures appeared on the surface of Pluto.

The commander of the Sons of Horus, Eichmander, and thousands of Gastling Terminators arrived here.

"The supreme commander of the Pluto sector is Sigismund, one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade who stood shoulder to shoulder with Abaddon."

As Eichmand's power boots stepped on the warm soil, the image of Sigismund appeared in his mind.

Young Horus did not deny that Sigismund was an outstanding warrior. His swordsmanship was unmatched, not even in the entire Sixteenth Legion.

You have to know that Abaddon never relied on technology. His strength lies in his monstrous physique, which can support his special Terminator power armor to run at the speed of ordinary power armor.

"Find Sigismund, and then I will cut off his head." The order of Horus the Younger was passed down, and everyone was looking for the figure of the Black Knight.

No one would doubt that Sigismund fled from Pluto. This most stubborn son of Dorne would only die in battle and never run away.

Eichmand brought not only the elite of the Sons of Horus Legion, but also the Cthonian Headhunters loyal to the Sixteenth Legion, as well as other mortal cultists and space pirates.

Even if he had to sacrifice the lives of ten thousand mortals in exchange for a precious Son of Horus, it would still be an extremely good deal in Eichmand's eyes.

Compared with the Space Marines, the lives of mortals are so cheap. They are like weeds in spring, which will grow again even if they are cut.

Abaddon was not the only one who advocated Grand Astartesism; Eichmand was also a loyal supporter.

A large number of Demon Engines and Knight Families loyal to the Dark Mechanicus were mixed in with the mortal army. They even crushed the bodies of their own people without a care, and destroyed the fortresses of the Imperial Fists by stepping on their blood.

The "indestructible" fortress built by the Imperial Fists can be taken down in actual combat, but it will cost several times more.

The Sons of Horus had a clear goal. With the intelligence support of the Alpha Legion, they accurately blew up the warehouses storing war supplies, destroyed the ports that could provide material deliveries, and headed straight for the command center.

Back when they were still called the Luna Wolves, assault and decapitation tactics were their forte. Now, with the support of absolute military power, the Sons of Horus have captured one strategic target after another.

It was not until he heard unusual sounds of fighting on the communication channel and saw a surge in casualties on the power armor display that Eichmand realized that the elite troops led by Sigismund had already engaged them.

A cruel smile flashed across his lips. Every Astartes admired the reputation of the Black Knight, but at the same time, every Astartes also longed to defeat the famous Sigismund.

For the Space Marines, that would be an unparalleled glory, enough for the entire galaxy to sing the praises of this victory.

A powerful Warp Demon was restrained in the finely crafted Terminator armor on Eichmand's body. The power of Vashtor blessed him, which made little Horus feel that he had gained the power to defeat the Black Knight.

Sigismund is old, and it is time to replace him as the first person under the Primarch.

And at the forefront of the battle between the Sons of Horus and the Imperial Fists, the Black Knight's blade had already drunk the blood of the traitors.

Sigismund did not wear a helmet, only a huge iron cross halo stood on the power backpack behind him. This was his usual style. The helmet would only slow down and interfere with his efficiency in observing the battlefield and the enemy.

His lieutenant Perius followed closely behind the Black Knight, which was a very difficult task for a Space Marine. The captain was so fast that he seemed like he was not of the same species as his battle brothers.

The length of Perius's cross sword was even as long as his height. The surface of this huge sword, which seemed to be made of black iron, was densely engraved with the names of enemies who had been defeated by him. However, the adjutant still lifted it with ease and used it to tear the armor of the Sons of Horus.

Sigismund uttered an ancient oath in a voice that only he could hear. He ran forward, raised his black sword, and in the blink of an eye, he activated the disintegration field to cut a traitor in half.

His movements were extremely simple and clear, without any unnecessary fancy moves. It was almost the embodiment of the word "swinging a sword".

Even powerful warriors like Perius or Lann would still marvel in their hearts at the perfection of this strike when they saw Sigismund killing the enemy.

It's obviously the same action, but the Black Knight's performance has a special flavor.

The Sons of Horus showed no fear at all. The Astartes themselves had almost eliminated the emotion of "fear". Moreover, after being thrown into Chaos, their brains had already been invisibly corroded and affected, causing their perception of emotions to become even duller.

One after another, the fully armed Sons of Horus rushed towards Sigismund. Some of them wielded power swords, while others held giant two-handed chain axes, or heavy weapons such as power hammers. Each of them revealed a powerful murderous aura and destructive power.

However, Sigismund was just one man with one sword, and every time he swung his sword, a traitor died.

His movements were so fast that within just a few breaths, the groups of rebels had shrunk significantly. It didn't seem like the Black Knights were coming to wage a war, but rather seemed to be invited to start a massacre.

His battle brothers used bolters and plasma to long-rangely fire at the enemies who attempted to besiege the Black Knight, creating a clean fighting field for him.

Sigismund's massacre was temporarily put to an end only when a group of taller Gastlin Terminators arrived on the battlefield.

The Black Knight and Little Horus looked at each other and rushed towards each other in tacit understanding.