Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

When Dorn looked at Perturabo, he received the same suspicious look.

Little Perturabo also felt that he was not growing any bigger, but was getting smaller.

You should know that the growth rate of the Primarch is very "psychic", especially when the environment threatens the survival of the Primarch, these extraordinary individuals can even grow from a baby to a young man in a few days.

Guilliman, who grew up in a wealthy family and a happy environment, even spent a few years of peaceful childhood.

This was simply incredible for an unlucky guy like Angron, who encountered Dark Eldar pursuers and Nuceria slave-hunting teams as soon as he landed.

This pair of old enemies suddenly had a very dangerous and ridiculous idea in their minds.

Could it be that the two of them are already in two different time flows? Dorne's time flow is accelerating, while Perturabo's is even flowing in the opposite direction.

Only when the two of them are within a certain range, such as facing each other, will the opposite flow of time be neutralized and disappear.

This may not be a big deal for other people, but for this pair of enemies and foes, it is really bad luck.

Dorn didn't want to see Perturabo, and Perturabo didn't want to see Dorn even more, but the two of them had to stay together due to the constraints of opposite time flow.

However, there is still a difference. Dorn's accelerated time flow will make his body age faster, while Perturabo's reverse time flow will make him smaller and smaller.

Even if Dorn died of old age, it would take an unusually long time. The lifespan of the Primarch was almost infinite, but what about Perturabo?

His body is only a few months old now, and he doesn't have enough life to bear the cost of this countercurrent.

Perturabo even imagined the horrific ending of himself degenerating from a baby to an embryo, then to a fertilized egg, and finally disappearing from the timeline.

The fallen Iron Lord was completely numb. If he wanted to continue living, he had to stay in front of Dorne in humiliation and witness with his own eyes the trust and love he received from the Emperor.

Want to die? Perturabo suddenly didn't want to die.

He had been on the verge of death once before, and at that time he vowed to prove to the Emperor that he was no worse than Dorne. Now he was on the verge of life and death again, and he suddenly felt that he still had a lot of things to accomplish.

He has not yet figured out the secret of the Iron Man. He wants to invent, to create, to break through the existing scientific barriers.

He no longer wanted to be a general and continue that boring war. Perhaps living for himself was a good choice.

At the end of the war, the Iron Warriors showed resilience that even surpassed the Iron Ring Robots, which forced Perturabo to wonder whether his choice was right or wrong.

Perhaps a body of flesh and blood made of steel inside and out may not necessarily lose to a man of iron with bones made of steel.

After the Emperor spoke to the Primarchs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He doesn't have much time left.

As an immortal who is almost infinitely powerful in the real universe, he has actually never mastered time.

Time, he has no time, he must speed up everything again and again to gain that slim chance of winning.

The Great Crusade, the Primarch Project, the Webway Project, everything was done to save time.

But now it seems that he still lost to time.

During this final period of time, he called Orpesson, Malcador, and Roche to his presence.

Although he was the Lord of mankind, not a single second of his long life after becoming the "Emperor" belonged to himself.

And now, before ascending the throne and falling into eternal sleep, the Emperor wishes to indulge his selfish desires for a short while.

Olpersson still held his homemade hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He is the oldest immortal, the Emperor's comrade-in-arms, and the origin of the concept of Warmaster. The bond between him and the Emperor has already spanned thirty to forty thousand years of experience.

If it weren't for the disagreement between the two of them at the Tower of Babel, which led to their parting ways, perhaps Orperson would still be following the Emperor and fighting for the great cause all his life like Malcador.

The Emperor looked at Orperson, who shook his head helplessly and handed the cigarette in his mouth to the Emperor.

The Lord of Mankind grinned. He was still coughing, but he still savored the taste of the authentic cigarette.

For many years, the emperor thought he would never be able to smoke a cigarette again.

Orperson lit the cigarette for the emperor himself, and then walked out of the palace without looking back.

"My Lord..."

Valdor wanted to stop Orpethon for the Emperor, but the Emperor stopped him.

"He has forgiven me," said the Emperor.

There is no need for apologies between men. Just a cigarette is enough to say everything.

The Emperor burned half of the cigarette given by Orpesson, then put it out and stuffed it into the gap of his armor.

"Thank you for your hard work over the years, old friend."

The Emperor grasped Malcador's hand and thanked him heartily.

If the relationship between him and Orpersong was more of a friendship, then the relationship between him and Malcador was more of a monarch and his subject.

The Emperor and the Sigillite, although the former is the supreme ruler of the Human Empire, in fact, the Sigillite is the one who really manages things.

This Sigillite assisted the Emperor in managing the entire empire with his mortal body. Without the help of artificial intelligence to share the pressure, he made this extremely ignorant and corrupt huge machine run smoothly.

The burden of the entire human empire rests on the shoulders of Malcador alone.

Malcador's ability in administration is simply incredible. Even Guilliman, whose brain is comparable to a supercomputer, cannot achieve this level.

"We always say that after completing a great cause, we will start our own lives. You have always wanted to retire, but I have disturbed your retirement plans time and time again."

The Emperor smiled, and Malcador knew that he was referring to his private garden within the Imperial Palace, which was exactly what Malcador had longed for in his retirement.

The precious collections in the Machado Museum have shown that the holder of the seal would rather be a wealthy man who enjoys his retirement and fiddles with the relics of human civilization.

It's funny to say, a human ruler, a prime minister of an empire, neither of them is greedy for such infinite and lofty power.

On the contrary, they suffered greatly from it and hated it to the core.

"After I fall asleep, you can make your own decision, whether to continue to lead the empire or to retire and take care of the empire in secret. I will not force you."

"Thank you, my friend. I am glad to have your company now. I hope to see you again when I solve the problem of the Dark Lord and wake up again."

The haggard and skinny old man burst into tears at this moment.

Turbid tears fell from his old, wrinkled skin and were diluted before they hit the ground.

"This is also my wish, my Lord. For the sake of humanity, I am willing to do it."

Finally it was Luo Xi's turn. The emperor looked at his old friend whom he had known ten thousand years ago for a long time but did not speak.

Because they had already said everything they needed to say to each other just now.

About the darkness under humanity’s feet now, and about the light that will dawn in humanity’s future.

"I will travel to other universes, I will start a new expedition, and I will find the power to deny the world outside the world."

"I will look for new powers to strengthen myself. If possible, if there are races in the multiverse that can unite, I will gather all the power."

“Are there still humans in other universes? If so, they can all be the ones we can unite with.”

Luo Xi solemnly promised that he was ready to leave this universe.

The Emperor's Compass that the Emperor once gave him, which allowed him to leave this universe and head for an unknown universe, now quietly appeared in his chest.

The emperor took one last look at Luo Xi, then laughed a few times, turned around and walked towards the towering and grand golden throne.

He stepped onto the stairs step by step, and blue ripples of spiritual energy surged under his feet again and again.

The emperor's light became increasingly brilliant and the golden throne beneath his feet emitted the clear and bright sound of an ancient bell.

It seemed as if countless human souls were following him. They had found peace and were using their last bit of strength to praise and extol the Emperor's sacrifice.

The emperor's figure became smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away from everyone. Suddenly, an uncontrollable sadness surged in Luo Xi's heart.

Everyone watched the Emperor go away. Before that, Roche and the Primarchs had gone through great pains to capture Magnus, freed the Emperor, and made him step down from the Golden Throne.

And now, in order to suppress the awakening of the Dark Lord in his body, he once again willingly stepped onto the throne that symbolized endless pain and torture.

He can choose not to. The Emperor is born free. Even if his power is upgraded to that of a god, he can become a god that runs through the timeline in the Highest Heaven.

Everything is his own choice.

The Lord of Mankind sat on the throne again. Beside him, Magnus, whose face had been completely changed beyond all recognition, wanted to say something, but he had no way to express his thoughts.

Magnus had turned into a skeleton with dry and sunken skin, and only his one flickering eye proved that he was still alive.

He originally thought that if the Emperor sat with him, he would at least be able to reduce the Golden Throne's extraction and siphoning of his psychic energy, but it was obvious that the Emperor would not let the culprit go so easily.

The spiritual energy in the Emperor's body was continuously injected into the Golden Throne. The Golden Throne, sensing the return of its chosen master, was immediately overjoyed and increased the efficiency of extracting Magnus' spiritual energy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The Crimson King let out a desperate wail, the shrillness of which was enough to make all who heard it feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Every second he was living was worse than death. He wanted to embrace death so much. Death was a million times better than having his soul extracted by the Golden Throne.

However, the guards guarding Magnus beside the throne were not moved at all. He just looked like a sculpture, holding the Spear of Dionysus tightly in his hand.

Magnus' heart must be in contact with the Spear of Dionysus at all times, otherwise he will immediately become an anchor point for Tzeentch and be completely controlled by the Lord of Change.

"You deserve it, Magnus."

"He is totally unworthy of pity, may he suffer all the sufferings of the All-Father."

Leman Russ heard the horrific screams from the throne, which undoubtedly disturbed the heavy mood of the Emperor's departure for eternal sleep and made people want to laugh.

Chagatai Khan patted his brother on the back, signaling him not to mention the idiot anymore.

The best ending for him is to sit on the Golden Throne for the rest of his life, until humans no longer need him and then grind him to ashes.

Even Magnus' former good brothers hated this Primarch so much. Magnus had indeed made a big mistake.

Everyone listened to Magnus's screams before leaving the throne room at the urging of Constantine Waldor.

The Siege of Terra is over, and Valdor will command the Custodes to rearrange the defenses to ensure that no one can harm the sleeping Emperor.

In this battle, the Imperial Guards suffered heavy casualties. Coupled with the consumption of the Cybernetic War, only one tenth of the once mighty Ten Thousand Man Army remained.

The Emperor's Claw needed time to recover, and the current strength was far from what Valdor could bear. Facing those terrifying enemies, the Imperial Guards still seemed to be a little lacking.

They are indeed strong against most enemies, but there are always times when they are powerless even at the risk of their lives.

The huge adamantine gate with the Imperial Sky Eagle carved on it slowly closed, and the Primarchs slowly withdrew from the core area of ​​the palace.

The Primarchs looked at each other, and everyone had a mysterious thought: perhaps the time for the Primarchs to gather together has come to an end, and the next time the brothers get together again may be a long time later.

Horus is dead, but the rebels and Warp demons under his command have not been completely eliminated. Each Primarch will lead his own legion to clean up the entire galaxy and restore the living space for mankind.