Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Large amounts of molten rock turned into colorful rivers, but Angron's figure still stood firm in the flames.

Is he dead? Is the bloodthirsty devil killed?

However, when the dull sound of footsteps was heard again in the purgatory-like pit, everyone fell silent.

The Blood God's champion only looked a little dusty on the surface. The molten crystals stuck to his extremely rough scarlet skin, and after cooling down, they were shaken off to the ground by the violent vibrations.

Angron looked at the Empire's defenses provocatively, then burst into a demonstrative roar.

"Just as we expected, long-range weapons can't kill him. The Blood God has given him the ability to be immune to any long-range damage." Luo Xi sighed.

If it were those ordinary Khorne demons, perhaps it would just reduce some ranged damage, but now Angron is right under Khorne's nose, and the blood god will naturally not be stingy with this little help.

Sanguinius moved, and the next moment he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Even the extremely terrifying body of the Demon Primarch could not be completely immune to the sharpness of the Scarlet Sword. Most of his extremely ugly face was cut off. The knotted brass muscles kept wriggling, trying to heal the skin back.

The Spear of Bigong pierced Angron's heart, and the Scarlet Sword instantly cut off one of his arms. However, these injuries, which would have been completely fatal to mortals, were nothing to Angron.

In the midst of endless rage, his flesh and blood quickly regenerated itself, and the squirming granulations entangled with each other, forming a thick muscle layer and epidermis layer. Except for the scales that were scraped off, there was no trace left.

Sanguinius swooped down again and performed a similar operation to Kabanha. The Spear of Bigon pierced his flesh, but Angron simply pulled the Spear of Bigon out of his body with a grim smile on his face and threw it at Sanguinius instead.

The archangel showed no fear. The power of black rage and blood thirst kept boiling in his body. He stretched out his hand to grab the Spear of Bigong back, then increased his speed and rushed towards the Titan-like Angron.

The opponent's size has indeed increased, but this also means that his flexibility will be affected.

One was the Holy Angel of the Empire, the other was the Red Sand Angel of the Blood God. The two Primarchs began to fight on the battlefield.

Angron completely gave up on protecting himself and adopted a life-and-death fighting style to compete with Sanguinius on the thickness of his health bar. His speed was completely unable to catch up with Sanguinius, so he could only use this rogue method.

The archangel's sword cut his throat, almost reaching his spine and chopping off his head directly. The Lord of Red Sand stretched out his left hand regardless and grabbed Sanguinius' neck.

He grabbed the black blade with his right hand and stabbed it madly towards Sanguinius's abdomen. The eight-meter-long blade was like a brass pillar to Sanguinius. The archangel struggled hard and barely dodged it.

The huge black blade moved quickly under Angron's tremendous power, forcing Sanguinius to dodge continuously. Angron seemed to taste the taste of victory, and his violent roar shook Sanguinius' chest violently.

"Hark! The dying angels are singing!"

The next second, Sanguinius flapped his wings and passed through the death field opened by the black blade at an incredible angle. Then he came to the back of the opponent's head and directly inserted the Spear of Bigong and the Scarlet Sword into it.

Angron suddenly roared in rage and almost lost his grip on the black blade in his hand.

"Yeah, the dying angel is helping you pull the nails out, thank me, brother."

"Listen to the funeral song I sing for you."

With his free hands, Sanguinius grabbed the Butcher's Nail, which was like a thin cable, and suddenly exerted force with all his muscles and power armor.

The magnified blasphemous object was just grasped by the Archangel's hands, and then the Primarch exerted mad strength and forcibly pulled out the nail that tortured Angron.

The outer layer of the Butcher's Nail cable and the inner nail body were exposed to the air along with a teeth-grinding sound.

In an instant, a large amount of brain matter, nerves and even an eyeball were pulled out and held tightly in his hand.

Angron's life force was instantly fading. He tried hard to get Sanguinius to move away, but he could not grasp the angel's agility.

"Don't you hate your nails? Why are you resisting when I help you take them out?"

"Why are you willing to become a slave of the Blood God? Didn't you always say that you are not a slave? Why don't you want to die?"

The blood-soaked archangel turned Angron's brain into a paste, and the ferocious beast finally died and fell to the ground.

The Empire erupted in an earth-shaking roar, even dispersing the flying drones in the sky. Sanguinius, with unrivaled force, killed three generals of the Blood God in battle.

"What a waste, Angron."

"You're still such a loser even after becoming a demon. Then why did you become a demon?"

"The Blood God still calls himself the God of War, but Sanguinius easily killed three of his strongest Chaos Daemons. He is just a show-off."

Perturabo observed the outcome of the battle with his own eyes, and the intensive scanning equipment on the Terminator power armor had archived all the battle video records.

The Iron Lord advocates digital and information-based warfare. Just in the past few seconds, he has used his brain, which is more powerful than a supercomputer, to analyze and obtain the specific data of Sanguinius and Angron.

Of course, the results show that his chances of defeating any of them are now less than 0.5%.

“It’s no big deal. No matter how strong an individual is, can he be stronger than the hundreds of millions of troops under my command?

Compared to wisdom, strength is just a humble bonus. I already have something better." Perturabo muttered to himself with some resentment.

Originally, he let Angron be the first to initiate the battle, with the purpose of allowing this demon prince who had already ascended to the devil to shock the will of the imperial defenders, so that they would be afraid and retreat.

"It's the Mechanicus Sage named Roche who is really a bit tricky. The thought seal he and Sage Arkan Rand developed has caused us too much trouble. Everything shouldn't have been so difficult."

As the strategic commander of the rebels, Perturabo naturally studied his enemies thoroughly. He personally dissected and analyzed some prisoners of war and found traces of ideological imprints in their brains.

Perturabo was particularly fascinated by this special technology that could transform the brain and strengthen a specific concept.

He always believed that his descendants were too weak, and the mortals in the legion were also too fragile. If he could use this thought stamping technology, perhaps he could make those wastes useful again.

"Let the Chaos demon army launch the attack first. These despicable warp creatures will pave the way for us. The Iron Warriors, Emperor's Children, Thousand Sons, Death Guard, Alpha Legion, and other scattered legion warriors will follow the Chaos demons and attack."

"Bring the Titan Legion up there, and once the city wall collapses, charge into the palace!"

"The Daemon Engine is ready to be dropped into the core of the battlefield to fight alongside those Warp creatures."

"Don't care about casualties, I just want the palace!"

Perturabo used the data cable on his head to quickly transmit orders. Except for the Sons of Horus Legion, which he could not directly command, all other legions were under his control.

The Iron Lord enjoyed the feeling of domination. Countless Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Daemons were like the musical notes in his hands, rising and falling with the fluctuations of his music.

He felt like a blacksmith, using all the tools in his hands to break down the stubborn defenses of the palace.

He is in control of everything. Unlike in the past when he had to fight endlessly for the Emperor's orders, now he is no longer the dominated, but the ruler.

"Attack, attack, take these damn walls for me, and I will make Rogal Dorn kneel before me and praise my victory."

Thinking of his brother who was as stubborn as a rock, Perturabo's good mood was once again completely disturbed.

"I have been competing with Dorn all my life. If he had never existed, then perhaps I would..."

Perhaps because he was about to completely capture the inner defense of the palace, Perturabo's thoughts diverged somewhat uncontrollably, and he even thought of a timeline in which Dorne did not exist.

"No, without Dorn, all my glory would be missing the most precious witness. Without him, my life would be so dull and boring."

The Iron Lord rejected this idea with great arrogance. He wanted to achieve an absolutely clean victory, a victory without the contamination of the Warp, a victory whose glory would not be criticized, and a fair victory over Rogal Dorn.

Suddenly, Perturabo thought of the pointy-headed Ezekiel Abaddon, the captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus who was not on the battlefield and had asked him for orders to attack the End Wall in the southwest corner of the palace.

Perturabo's mood brightened when he thought of the Son of Horus who thought he was so clever.

This captain, who had great ambition but little talent and whose courage outweighed his ambition, thought that he had not noticed the weakness of the city wall to the southwest of the palace, and he volunteered to attack there himself.

"Abaddon wants to prove that only swords and blood can bring a clean victory. This guy doesn't want to fight alongside other warp creatures and doesn't want to rely on blasphemous warp magic."

"So he took the First Company of the Sons of Horus, as well as the Gastlin Terminators, Katurian Reavers, and the Council of Four Kings to conquer that [Dorn's weakness]."

Out of some evil taste, Perturabo allowed the other party's action. He knew that the weakness there was most likely a trap set by Dorn, but he still let Abaddon fall into that trap.

Millions of Chaos daemons are advancing under Perturabo's command.

The brass steel bulls and scarlet hounds under Khorne charged to the front of the battlefield. Every step taken by countless bloodthirsty vampires left a deep bloody mark on the ground.

Skarbrand, the bloodthirsty demon who was abandoned and exiled by the Blood God, roared and led the charge.

It once ambushed the Blood God because of the Lord of Change's evil taste, which completely angered the Blood God and caused him to be exiled endlessly. It wants to take over the world of the cursed first in order to obtain the forgiveness of the Brass Throne.

Tzeentch's magic army followed closely behind the Blood God's army. They were happy to see these foolish and reckless men bleed and sacrifice their lives, while they could just sit back and reap the benefits.

The four armies of gods and demons came to the city wall despite the almost continuous defensive firepower of the Lion Gate. Then the Empire's Titan machines pressed forward and crushed the subspace demons that came too close.

The Fist of Ultramar of the Sun Titan Legion was the first to charge out, madly releasing the plasma annihilators, volcano cannons, and earthquake cannons on its arms. A large number of death-strike missiles whizzed out from the city behind it, looking for the dangerous demons recorded in the database to kill.

In Horus' camp, the Death Skull Titan Legion, which was still in full condition, accepted the challenge of the Flame Sun Titan Legion without hesitation.

More than one-third of the Titan machines in their legions were assimilated by the power of the Father. These huge metal mountains dragged sticky liquids and continued to move forward, lubricated by countless rotten flesh and bones.

Titans collided with each other, and even those dangerous demons of the warp could not avoid them.

"Send out all your firepower and use up every bullet in your gun, that is loyalty to the Emperor!"

In the Solar Auxiliary Army and Ultramar Auxiliary Army, the commanders and political commissars shouted loudly. Even when facing a doomsday-like enemy, these brave and fearless mortals still fought to the death.

Their lives are too insignificant. Even if they just fire one bullet, they have completed their mission.

Thousands of super-heavy tanks of the Poison Blade type roared and unleashed their full firepower, while the even larger Apocalypse tanks were like walls, blocking those terrifying demons behind them.

Originally, the Chaos Space Marines wanted to get closer and use melta weapons to kill these bulky metal behemoths, but when they got closer, they were horrified to find that these new vehicles called Apocalypse Tanks were covered with terrifying serrations, and after detecting the enemy approaching, they immediately began to spin like meat grinders.

These newly emerged weapons of war are different from their cousins ​​in the Empire in that they are least afraid of close combat. Any enemy who thinks they are too clumsy and inflexible will fall into the trap that has been prepared long ago.

The broken metal and even the flesh and blood on the battlefield were "eaten" by the Apocalypse Tank, turning into reusable materials to repair the damage to itself.

Even Vashtor's demon engines could not escape the fate of being crushed. These ferocious Imperial vehicles, under the control of mortals, hit the rebels as they had never expected.

Chapter 643: The Iron Legion Shows Off Its Might (Three in One)

"Shit, what the hell, I saw our demon engine being eaten by those scarlet giant tanks."

"Who the hell is the demon engine?"

The Iron Warrior Trident Krog roared in horror. Before his eyes, a Demon Crawler belonging to the Lord of the Forge was trying to cut open the cockpit of the Apocalypse Tank and devour the crew inside like opening a can.

But it seemed that it had chosen the wrong target for itself. The Apocalypse Tank and its cousins ​​in the Imperial armed sequence had completely different bloodlines.

This big-bellied, spider-like demon engine can release countless tiny crawling spiders from its abdomen. These vicious little creatures are best at drilling into the human body at speeds that are difficult to detect with the naked eye, especially the abdomen, and then wantonly gnawing on the sweet flesh.

Compared to the powerful and concentrated Daemon Engines, these Daemon Crawlers that can split into sub-bodies pose a greater threat to the Empire's mortal auxiliary forces, and therefore their numbers far exceed those of other Daemon Engines.

But now, Klein has seen what imperial technology is, and it is shocking.

The roaring Apocalypse Tank was not afraid of the Demon Crawler that attacked from the side, and it just rammed it back violently.

Suddenly, several magnetic harpoons capable of creating super strong electromagnetic fields popped out from its armor and directly dragged the Demon Engine into the crusher that was eating.

The Demon Crawler's bloated body, along with countless small spiders crawling on the ground, were instantly captured by the strong magnet. The demons bound in its body instinctively felt that something was wrong, but were unable to break free from the magnetic harpoon.

Even if its eight sickle-like blades were firmly embedded in the rock, they could only delay the death by a few seconds.

The demon engine let out a horrified scream, and then its foot blades were sucked into the Apocalypse Tank's constantly rotating crushing gears.

The single-molecule sawtooth easily tore its body apart, and the strong magnetic field decomposed the demon's corrupted metal. A creepy grinding sound followed, and in just a few seconds, half of its body had been eaten by the Apocalypse Tank.