Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Retreat, there is no point in staying here any longer."

Fulgrim rarely gave the order to retreat to his descendants, but many of the Emperor's children who were already high had already immersed themselves in the pleasure of killing and even ignored the orders of the Father of Genes.

He was too lazy to care about these offspring and just walked away.

God of Slaanesh, he had already fought with all his might, but the enemy was just too strong, so it wasn't his fault.

"Our Gene Father has been captured by the Empire. Our best plan now is to return to the Iron Blood and make plans."

City Breaker Fricks was ultimately unable to rescue his father due to the obstruction of the Imperial Fists, but for no apparent reason, he suddenly felt relieved, as if he had let go of a worry.

Perturabo had become a powerless toddler, and he could no longer be as brutal and cruel as before.

"The Empire will most likely not kill a rebellious Primarch who is no longer a threat, so we still have hope. As long as Father is not dead, we have a chance to save him!"

Fricks said this to the soldiers of the legion, and no one refuted his opinion, because there was no other veteran in the legion who could match the city breakers in terms of seniority and status.

The Trident Krog, who was sent by Perturabo to attack the Lion's Gate, had already been blasted into pieces by the Empire's defense forces in the brutal siege, and no one knew where his ashes were scattered.

Most of the 1,300 Leviathan siege-type dreadnoughts that followed him in the rapid attack had been killed, and all of the 500 death strike platforms had been destroyed.

"Retreat. If we retreat now, there may still be a glimmer of hope."

After the Emperor's Children retreated, the Iron Warriors forces fell back to their own positions after paying a heavy price.

They just took a short rest and then returned to the Iron Blood, which was now in orbit, via landing craft.

Seeing that the leaders had no desire to fight any longer, the smaller Alpha Legion, Night Lords Legion, Thousand Sons Legion and others also began to think of ways to escape from this troubled place.

Only the Sons of Horus led by Abaddon were still attacking the Saturn Wall defense line in the other direction of the palace.

The Sons of Horus are very different from the other Traitor Legions. Their Primarch still remains in orbit aboard the Vengeful Spirit, awaiting the fateful time to challenge the Emperor.

They had no choice but to wait for Horus to defeat the Emperor, or for the Emperor to kill Horus, and then they would all die here.

However, when Fricks retreated to the Iron Blood, he discovered with an extremely grim look that the Imperial warships surrounding his own warships had already blocked all the retreat routes.

Especially the three extremely large Thundercloud-class planetary battleships. The furious Lion King had penetrated all lines of defense and stood in Terra's orbit again.

And around them was the Mountain Phalanx of the Imperial Fists and the Emperor's Dream, the mount of the Lord of Mankind. Any one of these terrifying warships was no match for the Iron Blood.

If it weren't for the threat posed by the Iron Blood and the fleet, forcing Ryan Johnson not to act rashly, they would have been turned into space junk and scattered in the cold void.

"Surrender is your last resort."

"Perturabo has been captured. You don't stand a chance."

The Lion's cold voice rang out in the cabin of the Iron Blood. Due to the lack of portholes, they could not see the surrounding Imperial warships directly with their naked eyes, but everyone could feel the determination in the words of the Caliban people.

Everyone knows that this mad lion will never show any mercy. If he says he will kill you all, he will kill you all.

Never doubt the First Legion. They are not the Space Wolves who claim to be the gendarmerie. They are absolutely exterminating scavengers who are responsible for eliminating all threats in secret for the Lord of Mankind.

The Space Wolves may hesitate and soften their hearts, but the Dark Angels never will.

"Fricks, we have no way to open the subspace channel from Terra orbit again and escape the encirclement of the sky and earth net."

"The Legion has come this far. Whether it's destruction or survival, we'll take your word for it."

"With steel inside and out, why fear death?"

The usually silent Iron Warrior finally began to speak his mind in the absence of the Gene Father.

In the past, Perturabo would never give them the opportunity to speak. After all, how could these descendants who were not even as good as the iron ring robots have the qualifications to speak?

Some of them wanted to fight the Empire to the death, while others wanted to survive. They wanted to meet their genetic father and see whether Perturabo, who had become a child, would change.

All kinds of chaotic voices echoed in Fricks' ears, disturbing his heart.

If they wanted to break out by force, they would have to fight their way through the fleet encirclement formed by the Dark Angels, Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, White Scars and the Night Lords, the traitor.

And this is only the army within the solar system. Outside the solar system, the ambitious Lord of the Far East is leading the power of the entire Five Hundred Worlds and the Legion of the Raven Guard to pursue and intercept.

When he thought of this, Fricks' heart turned cold.

No matter how confident he was in himself, he didn't think he could overcome so many obstacles in succession.

Because even if Perturabo came to command personally, he would be pinned to the ground by Lion Johnson and his spine would be broken.

We are surrounded by enemies on all sides and have no chance left.

"Surrender, we have no choice."

"For the Primarch, for the Legion, surrender."

There was silence, which was a sad fact.

Fricks smiled miserably, and he could only surrender to Ryan Johnson.

"Connect me to the New Caliban."

After a rustling sound of communication waves, the two sides established a stable communication link.

"Respected Lion King Lionel Jonson, this is Warsmith Fricks, on behalf of all members of the Iron Warriors Legion, I surrender to you."

Fricks' heart was bleeding, but he had no choice.

"Permitted to surrender, all personnel must surrender their weapons, the battleship's void shields, engines, and weapon arrays must be taken offline, and our boarding personnel must intervene."

"Don't show any resistance, or we will not accept surrender."

Ryan's voice rang out, and Fricks breathed a sigh of relief instead.

"I had known this..."

As City Breaker Fricks issued the order to surrender, the entire Iron Blood and the nearby fleets belonging to them had to act according to the order.

Perturabo had already established a death-binding system before parachuting to the surface.

Either Ryan had to send boarding troops to pull out these nails one by one, or shoot down the warships and let them fall to the surface of Terra, causing widespread damage.

This was indeed a brilliant move, which greatly delayed the loyalists' counterattack, but now, everything was meaningless.

The battleship's plasma reactor died, and the blue flames spewing from behind its engines died with it.

You have to know that it takes a long time for a space battleship to restart its reactor and engine. Once it is shut down, it is basically impossible to start it again on the battlefield.

The void shield of the Iron Blood slowly dissipated, and the layer of defense formed by the barrier of the subspace disappeared. The Iron Blood was truly exposed to the deadly threat of the Imperial fleet's naval guns and light spears.

Fricks personally removed the Ironblood's teeth and armor, rendering the dangerous beast a harmless herbivore.

But not all rebels would follow Fricks' orders. Part of the Alpha Legion and the Night Lords who were expelled from the Legion by Curze tried to escape in the chaos, but unfortunately Ryan was already prepared.

The ferocious light spears hit those restless warships with almost saturation firepower. Under the ultra-high temperature melting, those warships and the traitors inside were reduced to ashes.

Soon after, the Dark Angels and other loyalists sent out fully armed landing forces to board the Iron Warriors' fleet.

These murderous and loyal warriors directly disarmed the traitors and took control of all the key positions in their own hands to ensure that the traitors would never be able to play any tricks such as surrendering first and then rebelling.

Even after gaining complete control of the ships, the loyal Space Marines hoped that the traitors would rise up in rebellion so that they could kill them on the spot.

However, Fricks was very smart. He knew the little thoughts of the Dark Angels, so he severely suppressed the rebellious sentiment within the legion and even killed a few troublemakers to intimidate everyone.

As the highest-ranking commander of the Iron Warriors, Fricks was brought before Lion's Jonson by a squadron of Dark Angels' Deathwing Terminators.

The city-breaker looked up at the Lion of Caliban in front of him, and an instinctive fear emerged from the bottom of his heart, because he knew best what the butcher in front of him had done, and how many rebels had died under the sword of the Lion King.

"My lord, the rebel warships in Terra's orbit have been taken under control. It's time to return to the palace on the surface to defend the Emperor." The Lion King's chief steward, Costwayn, said to Ryan.

"According to the battleship's intelligence, the rebels in front of the Lion's Gate of the Imperial Palace have fallen into a state of collapse, and only the Warp Demons are attacking the Lion's Gate."

Corswayn quickly checked the data on the computer screen of the new Caliban's Thinker, but then he added.

"There is a gap in information. The Sons of Horus who remain on Terra are attacking the Imperial Palace. According to our intelligence, the enemy commander is the Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus: Ezekiel Abaddon."

"He is leading the elite troops of the legion to concentrate their forces to storm the Saturn Wall defense line on the southwest side of the palace."

As soon as he heard the name, Ryan's uneasiness disappeared.

If it's Abaddon, then there's nothing to worry about. This man has great ambitions but little talent, strong limbs but a simple mind, and he doesn't pose much of a threat.

"Pass on my order. All landing forces will be airdropped to the battlefield of Lion's Gate. I will personally purge those damned Warp demons for the Emperor."

Ryan's words were murderous. He should be held responsible for his negligence, but fortunately, everything has not yet reached the worst time.

The Lion's Gate has not fallen, and the offensive of the Four Gods and Demons has passed its climax. Dorne's defense line has firmly resisted the impact of these unliving beings.

"As expected of Dorne, he is the high wall of the empire." Ryan said with conviction, "If it were me, I might not be able to defend the palace."

"If you waste any more time, he will really be unable to defend. Will the great Lion Jonson finish your victory speech?"

At this moment, an extremely unsociable and sarcastic voice was heard. The only one who dared to get close to Ryan and fire his weapon was the Midnight Haunter.

The Lion King's good mood suddenly turned dark. He was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and immediately led the legion to launch an orbital airborne.

The fireworks from the orbital drop pods lit up the entire sky, with landing craft following behind. Tens of thousands of Astartes descended on the battlefield in front of the Lion's Gate where the fighting was still going on, with pure anger and loyalty to the Emperor.

Ryan's tall figure was looming in the dust stirred up by the airdrop pod. He was wearing black and gold power armor, his fluttering cloak dancing behind him, and his huge lion sword flashing a dazzling cold light.

Curze's figure appeared behind him, and the Nostramo activated mercy and forgiveness in his hands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Traitors! I have returned!"

Inspired by the loud battle cry, the six wings of the Dark Angel merged into one, strangling the Chaos Demon Army with terrifying speed and efficiency.

Ryan Johnson took the lead and brought his guards to hunt down those huge Chaos Daemons.

He felt the blood in his body come alive, and the scenes of surviving in the dangerous jungle of Caliban flashed before his eyes. The lion launched his own hunting action.

With the addition of this new force, the pressure on the loyalists was immediately relieved.

There are six Primarchs fighting on this battlefield, and on the rebel side, only the Chaos Daemons are capable of fighting against the Primarchs.

The Iron Man Legion that came along with them, under the control of the main control computer, divided and strangled the Chaos Demon Army.

After detecting Adam's signal fluctuations, the main control computer directly transferred the command authority to the other party. In terms of battlefield control and decision-making capabilities, Adam is still superior.

"Boom, boom, boom--"

The Titan Legion, following closely behind the Space Marines, also airdropped. These mountain-like divine machines brought with them an unparalleled sense of oppression, and attacked the Death Skull Legion, which was attacking the Imperial Palace, from behind.

Faced with this situation of being trapped from both inside and outside, even the demon armies of the Four Chaos Gods were powerless.

They originally needed the traitors to provide them with ritual sacrifices to maintain their existence, and now the Word Bearers who stayed on Terra have exhausted their materials.

Whether the other traitors could escape in the chaos depended on luck, but it was obviously impossible for these extremely large and bulky divine machines to retreat.