Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

It took a liking to Kahn at first sight. As a creature of the Warp, it needed a carrier to be active in the real world. The Captain of the Eighth Company had already taken off his armor, opened his arms, and completely let himself go.

This is a carrier that has been prepared long ago.

The fusion happened in an instant, and the subspace creature pounced on the eighth captain and merged with him like a vague wandering soul.

Khârn needed greater power, and the enchanting rituals of the Word Bearers could help him.

These powerful warriors, known as the Blessed Sons, possess powers beyond those of the Astartes because they are one with the creatures of the Warp, whose powers strengthen their bodies and souls, and Angortai is the most perfect of these.

He is the symbol of the perfect fusion of humanity and the Warp.

The ritual was still going on, and changes were taking place within Kahn's body. His modified organs continued to grow, and he became taller and stronger. His growing flesh provided a place for the sub-space entity to reside.

"Our brother, can he integrate perfectly?" Angertai spoke to the void.

"No one knows." The demon Raum, who had merged with Angerte, responded.

"He is powerful, even I feel fear from him, but he seems to have been noticed by some existence." The demon Raum muttered to himself. He obeyed Angertai's wishes and helped him summon a qualified creature from the warp.

It was an independent individual that did not belong to the four great wills. It only belonged to the Undivided Chaos and had a free soul will like Raum.

But it soon realized that Kahn's fusion was not smooth, because the subspace creature that entered his body did not continue to respond, just like a huge rock falling into the sea, without any movement.

This was extremely dangerous, as it meant that they had not achieved a symbiotic relationship, and that the Warp creature was likely trying to take over Kahn's body.

In his hand, Angerte held tightly the Spear of the Guardian, which was the weapon of the Imperial Guard he had killed, and his close friend Xiafen had died from this weapon.

In the spiritual world of the World Devourers, a fierce battle is going on.

Unknown creatures from the subspace carry strong emotional fluctuations, hatred, disgust, anger, joy, sadness, jealousy, laziness, decadence and other primitive energies trying to control Kahn.

Kahn was roaring, his will fighting against the warp creature. His body mutated, random spikes pierced through his shoulder armor, and his exposed face turned into a beast mask with fangs.

But the World Eater does not need these useless things, he only needs the power carried by the creature of the Warp.

Suddenly, a disdainful roar seemed to be heard from the darkness, and the evil creature let out a shrill scream. The scream that did not belong to the real world turned into a psychic scream, exploding and spreading in the cabin of the Conqueror.

The already damaged hull was even more miserable in the frenzy of psychic energy. The cabins made of ceramic steel and plastic steel were torn and twisted. Some servants on the ship held their heads with blood gushing from their bodies.

Angertai blocked the psychic attack for the female captain and Fearless, but he was still waiting.

"It's Him. Your human friend has been watched by Him for a long time!" The demon Kam suddenly screamed. It did not say the name of that existence, nor did it dare to say it out loud.

Kahn's roar became more and more violent, and the corresponding existence in the sub-space became weaker and weaker. It seemed that under the power of the Supreme Heaven, Kahn devoured the other party's existence.

This was not fusion and coexistence, but one-sided plunder and possession. Kahn's muscles were throbbing, and his heart was beating incredibly fast. His height continued to rise until it reached nearly three meters, then stopped.

A screaming face was left on the World Eater's exposed skin, which was extremely blurry, but it made those who witnessed it couldn't help but feel fear.

Rotara knew that the tattooed face was a living being, a being that was being devoured.

He raised his hands, which became even bigger. A very distant voice faintly came to his ears. When he shook his head, the voice disappeared.

Kahn looked into the darkness. An eye was staring at him, glaring with malice. Light invisible to the naked eye was burning in the universe like a supernova, and the temperature hotter than the stars washed over Kahn's head.

In an instant, Kahn saw the eyes that had watched over his father's entire life. It was constantly monitoring everything and constantly instilling its will.

The captain of the eighth company finally understood that in addition to the Butcher's Nails, his father was tortured by a grand will every moment.

His soul would not rest for a moment. Blood and slaughter rolled in his mind, and Kahn was eager to chop something with his chainsaw axe.

However, after a fight, the World Eater's will finally prevailed. He suppressed his extreme bloodthirsty desire, and now, he has gained the power to defeat his opponent.

It's time to end it all.

Chapter 67: A New Kahn

The Shadow Crusade that swept across the five hundred worlds of Ultramar has caused dozens of worlds to burn.

Wherever the Word Bearers and the World Eaters went, all those who resisted were brutally massacred, while those who chose to surrender and survive were taken away on huge warships to be used as slaves and stored as sacrifices.

If the World Eaters were unable to resist their own desire for killing, they, under the leadership of their Primarch Angron, completely sank into the Butcher's Nails. Many planets that were not on the Shadow Crusade's must-pass route were also destroyed by simple bloodthirstiness.

The Word Bearers carried out their ritual of destruction step by step, exactly as planned by the Primarch. Their goal was clear: to please the gods of the Warp required the death of lives and hundreds of billions of remembered souls as sacrifices.

In this dark tide, Amatra is the only bright light, standing between the traitors and Macragge, like a mainstay in resisting the offensive of the rebels.

The once prosperous Core World had been suffering in the flames of war for two Terra moons. The prosperous and magnificent ancient buildings had been razed to the ground, and the forests and oceans had long been completely evaporated by orbital bombardment. Only a few large cities still survived under the protection of void shields.

"Sir, yesterday's loss report has come out. We lost more than 435 mortal auxiliary troops. The void shields of positions 522 to were destroyed by the enemy's Space Marine infiltration. All auxiliary troops have been evaporated under the enemy's orbital bombardment."

"The Word Bearers released demons from the Warp onto the battlefield. Some of the enemy's Titans became demonic, and the Edgewatch Titan Legion suffered heavy casualties."

The commander's attitude was indifferent. He just nodded, signed his name on the list of casualties, and then ordered the command to mobilize enough soldiers from the reserve army to fill the lost positions.

"What about the Astartes? How many have we lost."

"Seventy-eight battle brothers, most of whom were warriors who did not have time to change into adamantium armor."

Orfeo sighed. They never stood still and waited to die. In fact, dozens of killing teams sneaked into the city that had been completely reduced to ruins every day, using sniping, assassination, ambush and other methods to harass and reduce the enemy's numbers.

They would use genetic detection nerves to obtain partial memories of fallen World Eaters and Word Bearers, and upload them to the command center for intelligence summary.

Every move of the enemy must be closely monitored, and the staff of the command center will use the known intelligence and the deduction of the Thinker system to deduce the enemy's strategic movements.

"What conclusions have the headquarters staff reached? Have the enemy's movements been ascertained?"

The commander threw out question after question, and the adjutant answered them one by one in an orderly manner. The day-to-day conversations had already made them extremely proficient.

“We have collected 31 pieces of intelligence. After comparing and investigating them, we have confirmed that Angron and Lorgar have both arrived in Amatra, but their exact locations are unknown.

Staff Officer Erwin believes that the enemy is accumulating strength for a decisive attack, which can be judged from the fact that the enemy has begun to tighten its offensive.

"The Barrett Think Tank believes that the enemy may be conducting a large-scale psychic ritual. The probability of our soldiers witnessing demons on the battlefield is skyrocketing."

After the Battle of Calth, the existence of demons was no longer a secret among the Ultramarines. Hill had already formulated an anti-demon tactic within hours of the start of the war.

This set of tactics has been supplemented and iterated by many staff and think tanks including the Primarch, and has long since formed a complete confrontation system.

Systematization and institutionalization are the strongest advantages of the Extreme Warriors. When they face the same enemy again after learning enough lessons, victory will be completely in their hands.

The Think Tank was a combat unit that had just been reorganized. The Primarch mentioned the excellent effect of psychic power against demonic enemies, but due to the tight time schedule, Orfeo could only select those veterans in Amatra who were forced to ban the use of psychic power after the Conference of Nikea.

And there were no more than 20 of these hastily restored think tank units in the entire Amatra.

Moreover, the psychic levels of these think tanks are not very high. Even the strongest one can only release psychic fire and psychic lightning in battle, and use his own psychic power to interfere with the trajectory of the enemy's bombs.

Because of the restrictions of the Nikea Edict, these psyker Astartes veterans were even ignored by the Chapter before this battle. Some of them chose to suppress their psychic powers and continue fighting, while others chose to maintain those precious records and knowledge in the library of the Chapter monastery.

"Let the Librarians be on standby to execute the plan. We must try to behead Angron or Lorgar, otherwise when the Primarch arrives, he will be faced with two traitorous brothers." Orfeo knocked on the table firmly. The initiative of the war must be in our hands.

"I understand. My fellow combatants are already prepared." The adjutant clenched his fists. He understood the consequences of this order.

-

Kahn walks on the battlefield.

The captain of the Eighth Company, who had undergone a transformation, possessed a thrilling new posture. The technical sergeants of the legion had almost completely modified the Terminator Armor so that it could barely accommodate the current Kahn.

When wearing armor, Kahn was over three meters and a half tall, with muscles as hard and cold as ceramic steel. Even those World Eaters veterans with shaky brains would subconsciously keep a distance from him.

Because when they were exposed to Kahn's sight, their remaining subconscious was almost madly warning that Kahn might use his chainsaw axe to chop off their heads at any time.

Apart from Anglete, almost no one was willing to fight alongside Kahn.

On the battlefield, Kahn and his close friends were charging recklessly at the front line. Angertai, transformed into a demon, was advancing under the fire of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army. They closed the distance and broke into the mortal positions to kill indiscriminately.

With a few random chops, Angertai chopped those well-equipped Amatra people into pieces on the ground. He looked at the last warrior who was already a little mentally broken with a smile.

"Shoot me in the head with your powerful incendiary guns."

The half-human, half-demon giant approached step by step. The mortal soldier finally broke through the last bit of his sanity and fired continuously at Anglete's forehead with his incendiary gun.

But at this distance, Angertai turned into an afterimage like a ghost. The beam of the incendiary gun was only a millimeter away from him, but it was a distance that could not be crossed.

The golden spear crossed the final distance, and the guardian spear from the Imperial Guard pierced the flesh of the mortal and nailed him to the wall of the position.

Even after they had completed the change of equipment, these elite Ultramar auxiliary troops were still like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers.

Angertai pulled out the blood-stained imperial guard spear. This weapon of the Emperor's guard was extremely sharp, but he did not like its overly shiny shape.

As the body fell, Angertai suddenly heard the sound of the safety pin falling off, and the Word Bearers escaped from the attack range of the high-energy explosive grenade almost at the speed of teleportation.

Before he died, the old soldier detonated the grenade in his arms, trying to take Anglete to hell with him.

"Although you and I are enemies, your courage is indeed incomparable to those bastards around me." Angertai seemed to sigh, holding the spear and following in the direction of Kahn.

Kahn, who had disappeared on the battlefield, was now rushing towards a Sikaran-type battle tank belonging to the Ultramarines in a furious manner. The fierce firepower of the Heracross-type high-speed automatic cannon was continuously firing at the World Eaters rushing towards him.

Thanks to the excellent fire control system, the Sikaran tank captured the fast-sprinting Kahn and was able to output twenty powerful metal bullets per second, which could easily wipe out a small mortal army.

"Aim, aim! He's coming!" the driver shouted in the cabin, ordering the gunner to fire at full power.

"Die, you World Eater bastard!"

What shocked the Sikaran tank crew was that the gigantic World Eater actually withstood the firepower of the automatic cannon head-on. He was not even wearing a helmet, nor was he protected by any deflection armor such as the Iron Halo.

The distance between Kahn and the tank was rapidly closing. The tank commander witnessed through the observation window that the powerful warheads seemed to be stuck in stagnant time and space the moment they hit the enemy.

They seemed to be stopped by something, simply crashing into the World Eaters' power armor and falling powerlessly into the hot mud.

"My Lord, what the hell is this!"

The screams of mortals were drowned out by the teeth-grinding sound of metal being torn apart.

Kahn was not afraid of long-range artillery fire at all. After completing the enchantment ritual, the captain of the Eighth Company had terrifying resistance to long-range weapons. Even being hit by a ray from an incendiary gun was no longer a fatal threat to him.

Something from the warp had transformed it, and the eye that Kahn had always seen was staring at him constantly.

His brain was in chaos, with only the brain tissue spasming under the stimulation of the Butcher's Nails releasing the command of slaughter and blood.

Khan wielded his newly acquired chainsaw axe, a dangerous weapon blessed by the Word Bearers that now displayed incredible power. He climbed onto the roof of the tank, and the monomolecular saw teeth tore at the top armor of the Sikaran tank.

Even a chainsaw axe would not have such destructive power against such a heavily armored vehicle.

The hybrid armor of ceramic steel and plastic steel was constantly torn apart by Kahn's axe. He quickly opened the spiral hatch on the roof, tore open enough of it, and then drilled directly in.

What followed were shrill screams as the crew members faced the brutal killing of the World Eaters and were slaughtered in an instant.

When Kahn returned to the battlefield again, he had seven or eight skinned heads on his waist, tied with iron chains and swinging back and forth.

He stood high on the wreckage of the tank, holding up the heads that were strung together. An indescribable roar echoed, and Kahn felt a more powerful force surging through his body, passing through his blood and bone marrow and flowing through his body.