Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The Emperor's psychic projection changed again, and the scene had switched to the outer areas of the solar system.

Tens of thousands of space warships formed a fleet of terrifying scale, rushing towards Terra from at least eight directions.

A battleship of this size made everyone break out in cold sweats. If Guilliman had any rebellious thoughts, Terra would probably not be able to stop him.

"Father? Is that you? This is Guilliman!"

The Emperor used his incredible psychic powers to connect with Guilliman's flagship, so that both sides could see the other's current situation.

Next to Guilliman stood a tall, thin, pale man with long black hair. The first time Roshi saw him, he thought of Curze.

It has to be said that Corax and Conrad Koz are indeed 70% similar, but the slightly melancholy temperament of the other is not something Koz possesses.

What normal people feel when they see Koz is not melancholy, but pure perversion and terror.

The Macragge man looked at the neatly arranged brothers in front of him with great excitement. What he thought about day and night was to be able to reunite with these brothers as soon as possible and then defeat Horus together.

Now that I see they are still safe, my heart finally settles down.

But he just glanced and instantly noticed the out-of-place figure.

"This is... Perturabo?" Guilliman exclaimed.

He hated this traitorous brother to the core. The distance from the Five Hundred Worlds to the Solar System was blocked by countless Iron Warriors for a long time.

The 13th Legion and the Broken Legion warriors who gathered along the way paid a huge sacrifice to get through the Iron Warriors' defense line and reach the edge of the solar system today.

Even the melancholy Primarch beside Guilliman showed horror and looked at a loss.

Perturabo closed his eyes with a flushed face, accepting the curious gazes from his brothers.

It hurt, it hurt so much. His self-esteem and pride were once again trampled and crushed under the feet of these people.

I'm afraid that from now on, when people mention Perturabo, they will not think of the so-called Lord of Steel, nor the strongest and most unyielding man in the empire, but a little kid who is still breastfeeding.

For Perturabo, who was very concerned about his reputation, this was even more painful than killing him.

The guards also pulled out Mortarion, who was imprisoned in the Shadow Prison, and made her stand together with little Perturabo.

An "embarrassed" look appeared on Guilliman's face. The skin and muscles on his face were crowded together, and his face was full of confusion and puzzlement.

No, I was just absent for a while, why are you making so much trouble for me?

The Macragge suddenly felt helpless and isolated from everyone, and he was eager to get to Terra.

"Brothers, we have reached the edge of the solar system, but we cannot enter the inner space of the solar system."

"The spacetime here seems to have stagnated. No matter how we activate the subspace engine or the physical engine, we cannot cross this distance."

Guilliman's words were full of anxiety and pain. He brought enough support to make the final decision, but now he couldn't even enter the solar system.

This is undoubtedly more painful. Having the ability to do something and not being able to do it are two different concepts.

"According to the battleship's Thinker computer, this distance can be completed in just nine hours. But, but, I don't understand why this is happening."

"It's the Warp." Roche answered Guilliman's question.

"The power of the Warp, under the control of Horus, has sealed off the entire solar system. You outside cannot get in at all, whether it is conventional navigation or Warp jumps."

Guilliman was stunned. He couldn't accept this reality.

"Is there really no way?" He still wanted to struggle.

Roxi turned his gaze towards the Emperor, and the Lord of Mankind silently shook his head.

"Horus has invited me. He wants to fight on the Spirit of Vengeance, and the time is now."

"Guilliman, your mission is to clear out the remnants of the rebels in the outer solar system and make sure they are completely destroyed.

After this war is over, it will be a long task to clean up the traitors and rebuild our homeland, and it will still require you to take care of it."

Guilliman clenched his fists at the Emperor's command.

This was boarding without him, this was naked bullying, Guilliman was in great pain.

"I promise you, father." The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds replied helplessly.

The psychic projection slowly dissipated, and everyone waited for the Emperor's final orders.

"Vulkan, you are responsible for guarding the Golden Throne and Magnus. If we fail, you must immediately use the Seven Hammers Amulet to detonate the Golden Throne and prevent the gods from obtaining the future of mankind."

The tall black figure standing in the far corner just nodded silently, and no one even realized that Vulkan was here.

"Dorn, you will guard Mortarion and Perturabo." The Emperor said to Dorn.

But Dorne, who had always been absolutely obedient to the Emperor, shook his head stubbornly.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse, father."

"The task of guarding the two of them is not difficult. It is OK even if we let the imperial guards guard them. If it is not possible, we can let Vulcan do the hard work."

"You are going to carry out a most dangerous mission. Please take me with you. This is the wish of every one of our brothers."

"We want to face Horus together with you!" everyone said in unison.

Even Conrad Koz expressed the same attitude, or even a tougher one.

Midnight Haunter stared at Sanguinius' back, thoughtful.

"you……"

"Ugh……"

The Emperor originally wanted to persuade them not to go together, as Horus was now the most dangerous being in the universe.

He has become the carrier of the power of the Four Chaos Gods in the real universe. Even the Primarchs are extremely weak in his hands and may die at any time.

But looking at the looks in his sons' eyes, he swallowed his refusal.

How could he say no? That would be too inhumane.

"Well, if that's the case... let us face this together as father and son."

Even though the Primarch and the Lord of Mankind went into battle together, Roxi did not feel 100% confident.

Because that was Horus, the greatest strategist of this era. With the power of the four gods, even the Emperor was not sure that he could definitely defeat the wolf-god.

There was not much time to waste, and the servants in the palace who existed specifically to serve the Lord of Mankind brought the Emperor's True Armor and the Emperor's Sword.

The Lord of Humanity looked a little melancholy as he put on the shining armor piece by piece in front of everyone.

"After I withdrew from the Great Crusade and handed over this responsibility to Horus, I thought I would never have to wear this again."

"I never thought that this day would finally come when I would need to put on my armor again, hold my sword, and fight to the death with the enemies of humanity."

Roxi knew that Neos actually didn't like being a high and mighty emperor.

But for the continuation of mankind and for this great race to avoid a dark fate, he once again forced himself to do this.

He used the concept called "Emperor" to dominate everything about himself, while shrinking the side of "Nyos" infinitely.

The Sword of the Emperor suddenly lit up with blazing flames in the hands of the Lord of Mankind. That incomparably pure golden fire had the vast power to burn away all filth and evil.

Under the illumination of the Imperial Fire, every human being can feel the peace from the bottom of their heart.

It was just like the feeling of the apes in ancient times, gathering around a fire accidentally created by a lightning strike, and instinctively trying to keep warm.

"Do you really want to face that dark fate? Perhaps now that fate has been broken, you no longer need to make the greatest sacrifice."

Roche whispered to Sanguinius, and the archangel just quietly took the Spear of Bigong and the Scarlet Sword from Azkaelon's hands, as if he was just going to a relaxed and casual dance party.

"I must go. As early as when I was with Davin, I had already seen through my own destiny. My death is valuable. It is because of my existence that the Emperor has the opportunity to win."

"If I run away from my fate, then the Emperor may lose the war with Horus, but I cannot escape my fate forever, and I will still die."

Sanguinius had no determination, no anger, only a calm and indifferent attitude, just like chatting with an old friend.

The Holy Blood Guards around the archangel were also prepared. If their father could not escape the predetermined fate, they would be buried with him.

This is the supreme honor, to be able to fight and die with your father against the most vicious and terrifying enemy in the universe, is an irresistible dream for any Space Marine.

"I'm lucky, really. I can follow my father and join the Spirit of Vengeance, but Radon can't." Azkaylon smiled sincerely, while Sanguinius touched his son's head lovingly and helplessly.

As he had willingly sacrificed for the Emperor's chance of victory, so his descendants were willingly sacrificing for Sanguinius's survival.

When the Archangel returned, he reshaped the ghoul-like Ninth Legion into the noble and holy Blood Angels. He knelt down to pledge his loyalty to his offspring, and his offspring were willing to give everything for their father.

"I am Rogal Dorn. I guard the solar system, Holy Terra, and the Imperial Palace.

I do all this because you are here, and where you are is the Empire itself, and the protection of the Imperial Fists will always follow."

The Imperial Fists' pledge of allegiance seemed to have stimulated Valdor, and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards immediately expressed his position.

"The Custodes are your guards. Like all Custodes, I will fight to protect your safety, no matter what the cost."

The Guards' answer was impeccable, and the Emperor nodded in agreement.

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop being so sentimental." The seal holder suddenly interrupted.

"You have no right to restrict your son from seeking revenge. It is not just your son who has been betrayed, but also their brothers. They have the right to seek justice from Horus."

The Sigillite held a scepter in his hand and stood in front of many Primarchs.

The old mortal took off his mysterious gray hood and showed his true self to everyone.

"Children, I know that many of you hate me and think that I am a jester around the Emperor, a thief of the Empire's power, and a sinner who has sown discord between you and your father."

Malcador's tone was slightly silent, he had been deeply troubled.

"Especially Horus. He once questioned me about the two primarchs who were erased from existence, and I had to use psychic imprisonment to injure him in order to protect myself, but actually..."

"In fact, he is just a poor, unlucky guy who is forced to clean up your father's mess." Luo Xi added.

"Anything the Emperor didn't say, any evil he didn't do, can only be done by Malcador. This is Neos' problem."

"Malcador can't say these words, so let me say them for him."

After hearing what Luo Xi said, the Primarchs suddenly felt their faces getting hot. This was indeed what they thought, but now it seems that they were obviously biased.

Malcador would remain at the Imperial Palace. Only he and the Emperor could control the Imperium, and both could not risk the same fate.

"Children, you must come back in one piece. I will be waiting for your return on the rebuilt Terra."

"The future of the human empire cannot be without you. I mean every one of you."

The old seal holder is no longer the regent of the huge empire, nor is he the ruling machine that is busy with affairs of state and has no time to breathe, but just an old man who hopes that his child can return safely.