Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

He is so great and so loving. All human beings are his children, and he protects human beings from wind and rain like a father, even if the price is being covered in bruises or even on the verge of death.

At this moment, all the knights of Caliban realized how insignificant what they were obsessed with was.

The so-called fighting between knights and the so-called war between humans and giant beasts are all too superficial and pale.

They are like frogs in a well, clinging to the little benefits in front of them and refusing to let go, even fighting to the death for them.

The great cause that the Lord of Mankind is doing is to enable all human beings to escape the fate of darkness and corruption and have the right to make their own choices.

Even this scope is not limited to one galaxy or one universe.

All human beings are the objects of his protection, and he is the master of the concept of human beings.

He wanted to take back the destiny of mankind from the hands of those damned gods of the Warp and make mankind independent and self-sufficient.

Let even the smallest mortal be able to live freely in the sunshine, breathe fresh air, and pursue the value of his or her own life.

"We should take the will of the Lord of Mankind as our responsibility."

"We should be the Emperor's sword, cutting off all the shackles and imprisonments that bind humanity."

Even though they had not even seen the Emperor's face, just by seeing the endless light he radiated, all humans on Caliban had already pledged their loyalty to the Lord of Mankind.

And just as the pure humans feel the warmth of the Emperor's light, so do the plague cavalrymen around the Plague King who are soaked in the power of the Warp.

All beings illuminated by the Emperor's light were instantly drenched in concentrated sulfuric acid, and began to violently emit terrifying white smoke.

Countless blisters and holes of varying sizes appeared on their decayed yet tough bodies.

Only this time, the power of the Plague Heart could no longer heal the wounds or revive the dead.

Chagatai Khan also felt like he was facing a great enemy. The plague heart in his body was trembling, and he was terrified by the influence of the Lord of Mankind that was projected from a very long distance.

Even that part of the power and authority that belonged to Nurgle showed signs of weakening under the illumination of the Emperor's light.

A pure force of end and death that broke Nurgle's stagnant cycle of life and death and denied the meaning of the Plague Father's existence.

The essence of Nurgle's power is stasis of immortal life.

Infinitely close to death, but not falling into death, that kind of extremely strong obsession comes from countless lives that are unwilling to die, and in the face of the emperor's purer death, it melts in an instant like spring snow.

The Plague King only felt himself extremely weak. After all, the world that Ryan, Russ, Chagatai, Dorn and others were dragged into by the evil god was not the real world.

The Four Gods can only exert their omnipotent power in the Warp, and through the ritual altar of the Spirit of Vengeance, they briefly spread their power to the real universe.

They interfered with the timeline, peeled off a small part of it, and created an infinitely real virtual world based on it.

This virtual universe has everything that exists in the real universe, and the life in it also has its own thoughts and will, and exists as real as a projection of the real universe.

The Four Chaos Gods possess the power to turn the virtual into the real, and in order to interfere with the helpers around the Emperor, they did not hesitate to make this world more real in order to trap the Primarchs.

It is precisely because this universe is inherently too fragile that the [Heart of Plague] it breeds and the power of Nurgle it can carry are so unstable.

Otherwise, if Chagatai really merged with the Plague Heart in the real universe and gained the power of Nurgle's authority, he would definitely not be easily defeated by the Emperor.

Chagatai's plague crown was dissolving, and he struggled to escape back to the Webway Gate, but was blocked by Ryan and Russ.

Chagatai Khan, who had been so arrogant just now, was now extremely weak. His armor was dissolving. What was supporting it was not the physical structure but the psychic power from the Plague Garden.

Without waiting for the Plague King to say anything more, Ryan and Russ, one after the other, stabbed the sharp blades in their hands into Chagatai's heart, shattering the plague heart that was emitting a bright green light.

Along with a violent wave of energy, the entire battlefield was swept by the exploding Plague Heart. Whether it was the orc cavalry or the Caliban behemoths, they all fell to the ground wailing under this force.

As soon as the Heart of Plague collapsed, the gate of the Webway was immediately closed, and the escape route was cut off in front of Chagatai Khan.

The Lion Sword and the Chainsword pierced his chest, and the arrogant Attila's Whip finally smiled miserably, then fell to the ground with his head tilted.

"Chagatai!" Rus immediately dropped his weapon and picked up his brother who was gradually losing his life.

His heart ached, but in order to return to the All-Father, he and Ryan had no choice.

The marks and runes of Nurgle on Jaghatai's body gradually faded, and blood gushed out from the Primarch's heart, and no matter how hard Leman Russ pressed, it could not be stopped.

He watched his brother's face grow paler and paler, as if he was actually about to die.

"I... am not dead yet..."

Just as the Wolf King was heartbroken and was about to say goodbye to Chagatai Khan, the body in his arms began to tremble, and the torn heart began to heal, beating weakly.

"Brother!" The wolf king hugged Chagatai excitedly, but Ryan stopped his overly violent movements.

"You are harming him, put him down!" the lion king advised.

Rus then realized that he was too concerned and immediately put Chagatai's body on the ground.

A mere wound through the heart was not a fatal injury to the Primarch.

Chagatai took more than ten minutes to finally recover from his near-death state.

From the outside, the horrific wound on his chest had begun to heal, the flesh and blood were tightly attached to each other, and countless fine granulations began to connect with each other and grow together.

The power armor blessed by Roxi himself also released countless medical nanorobots, which quickly repaired the injuries with the help of healing potions.

"I understand how Horus feels." Chagatai Khan's breathing was still rapid, and a huge noise like a broken bellows could be vaguely heard.

"It is indeed difficult to rely on one's will to resist the feeling of being corrupted by the power of Chaos, especially since Horus is facing the pressure and temptation of the four Chaos Gods."

“I discovered that my previous concept of chaos was wrong: the whispers from the evil gods were not bait used by predators to attract prey, but stimulated the true yearning and desire in the hearts of human beings.

It does not create a person's desire out of thin air, but rather fuels existing obsessions. Those instinctive desires are not imposed on people by Chaos."

“In their quest for power, humans are corrupted by their own desires, and those who embark on this path will deceive themselves into thinking that they are the only one who is different.

Only I can master the power of chaos and not fall into the abyss like others. This is just a beautiful lie and will only make me sink deeper and deeper. "

After experiencing the cycle of life and death, Chagatai Khan could not help but realize many profound philosophical thoughts.

"Perhaps once this shit is over, you could write a book about the Warp, Jaghatai," Russ suggested, preferring that his old friend stop mumbling.

The Emperor's light is still shining, and Ryan and others have already felt the Emperor's urgent call from it.

It's time for them to go, leaving this world where they have lived for more than ten years.

Luther, Saltana and other Caliban Knights came to see off Leman Russ and Lion Johnson. They already knew that these two extraordinary primarchs were going to face the terrible enemy together with the Lord of Mankind.

"Go back, your world needs you more." Luther said. He looked at Leman Russ with complicated eyes, and then looked at Lion Johnson.

Ryan told him about the other world, including the details of how he fell to Caliban, was adopted by Luther and raised.

But unlike Ryan expected, Luther was very calm. He just said: "I'm proud of you."

The complicated relationship between Ryan and Luther makes it very difficult to speak, because they are father and son, brothers, and close friends.

Saltana's attitude was much worse. He knew that in that world, Ryan Johnson directly declared war on the Knights of Sirius, and he was forced to commit suicide.

"Go away, go away, you little brat. Take the secret I told you back and make up for the mistake you made."

"If I'm not mistaken, something has already happened to Caliban in your world. Without the restraint of the behemoth, the power of chaos must have begun to spread."

"Also, remember my advice. Never allow the Ouroboros to merge with the other two things."

Saltana lectured like a staid old scholar, and Ryan nodded slightly, behaving unusually casually and modestly.

The Lion of Caliban is no longer the arrogant and conceited guy he once was.

After everything was ready, Ryan, Russ and Chagatai Khan disappeared in front of everyone under the guidance of the Emperor's light.

On the devastated Caliban, Luther and Saltana smiled at each other helplessly.

"It seems that we still have to clean up this mess ourselves."

"Anyway, I wish them good luck over there."

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"Embrace your instincts and let go of your so-called loyalty and justice."

"Only I can give you unrivaled power. You will become the overlord of the world and rule over everything!"

The Blood God's whispers echoed in Dorn's ears. He was already covered in wounds, and even the body of the Primarch could not withstand hundreds of years of non-stop fighting.

But he still stubbornly stood in front of the stone wall that was already full of scratches. The Storm Fang had already been completely worn out, so he continued to record and carve words on the stone wall with his fingernails.

The body of the Primarch is the most powerful weapon in the world.

Yet the more he strengthened his resolve, the more pleased the Blood God became with Dorn.

He admires warriors who can burst out courage in the face of death, respects brave men who can resist temptation, and favors warriors who are fearless in the face of power.

This is the essence of the Blood God's power. He cannot say no to these beings.

He desperately wanted Dorn to submit to him. Compared to the indomitable Imperial Fists, Angron's ridiculous rage was despised even by the Blood God.

He knew Angron's broken, void nature, and that only when prodded by the Butcher's Nails could he find false fury.

In Khorne's eyes, this false anger is like a glass of perfectly disguised blended wine. Even though it looks very good, it is still a fake in essence.

Compared to the Blood Angels' visceral fury, Angron's anger was dull.

If the Blood God only had this one Primarch in His hands, He would have abandoned Angron long ago and looked for a new God-chosen champion.

Since Sanguinius' fate was not in the hands of the Blood God, he could only settle for the next best thing and try to corrupt Rogal Dorn.

A trace of confusion appeared in Dorn's eyes after hearing the Blood God's whisper. His body trembled slightly, and scenes of extremely brutal killings flashed involuntarily in his mind.

Even for him, his mental defenses could not be perfect after being corrupted by the Blood God for more than 300 years.

The corruption of chaos is just fuel, which can fuel the desires and evil thoughts that already exist in the heart.

As the Steward of Terra, Dorn has experienced too many difficult decisions and witnessed too many tragic scenes, but the safety of the entire empire rests on his shoulders, so he can only swallow all the sadness and pain.

The Imperial Fists had suffered heavy losses in this galactic war, and he thought of the sons who had fallen at his knees.

Their broken bodies could not stop bleeding, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not heal their wounds and bring them back to life.

He could only tell himself to be strong, tell his descendants to be strong, and face all enemies with absolute toughness.

As the commander-in-chief of the empire, he showed no weakness or mercy when making decisions.

But he is also the father of the Imperial Fists, and although he looks tough on the outside, he has a fatherly heart.

Even though Sigismund believed Keele's prophecy and avoided the war, Dorne did not really blame or hate his son.

He only gave the Black Knight a light punishment, hoping that he could truly strengthen his will and heart.

"Dorn, you are so powerful, but why are you bound by the Emperor's corrupt responsibility?"

"You are free and independent, and no one can control your loyalty."