Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Luo Xi stood on a high ground by the sea, gazing at the horizon, and couldn't help talking to himself.

Although Logan didn't quite understand what Luo Xi said, his instinctive feeling made sense, and he silently remembered it in his heart.

And Sharokin was deeply touched. His black hair fluttered in the sea breeze as he pondered over the understanding of human nature that Luo Xi had just mentioned.

"You are right, Roxie."

“But we can’t blame them entirely. After all, didn’t the human ancestors in our universe also go through the same thing in the second millennium?

The establishment of the Human Star Alliance also took hundreds and thousands of years of struggle and change before it was finally established."

"The difference is that the detours we took probably shouldn't be taken by them again."

This is also what Luo Xi intended. Perhaps part of his idea is to treat this earth as his laboratory and those mutants as the products of experiments.

But he hopes that these humans can understand the importance of unity. They should understand one thing - the minor conflicts between humans and mutants are not worth mentioning at all compared to the enemies and disasters that humans will face in the future.

Only humans who are truly united and aware of who are enemies and who are friends are qualified to become Roche's companions.

He launched an unknown expedition from the Warhammer universe, not to turn more worlds into colonies of the human empire.

The Emperor, Malcador, Roche, none of them truly likes this twisted and deformed Empire, it is just a trade-off.

What he needs to do is to awaken more humans and join the united front to fight against chaos and all enemies who have malicious intentions towards humans.

Shaw is just one of the "villains" he chose, and he and the ambitious forces behind him will put pressure on humans and mutants so as to force them to unite.

Of course, if Xiao does not have this ability, Luo Xi does not mind letting himself act as the "villain" to exert pressure.

"It seems that our mutant reinforcements can't hold on any longer. They are no match for those freaks that came out of the nuclear submarine."

"Whether to take action or not, this is an opportunity. They are exposed to our firepower coverage. With just one round of concentrated fire, I guarantee they will go to see God immediately."

On the command bridge of the Seventh Fleet, a naval officer put down his binoculars.

He glanced at the radiation detector on the dashboard next to him, which was beeping.

When these instruments start to sound, it means that they are in a place with extremely dangerous radiation levels and need to put on chemical protective clothing immediately to reduce damage.

Although it feels incredible, this is the fact that the nuclear radiation released by the walking mutant is even more than that caused by a tactical nuclear bomb.

"What a freak! Human power is comparable to a nuclear bomb..."

"Perhaps our strategic scientists can postpone the research on more efficient and stable hydrogen bombs and change the research direction to study these mutants?"

The captain did not immediately answer the questions from the people around him. He was waiting for orders from the White House on the other end of the radio.

He knew very well that he was just an executor of the will of those bigwigs, and weapons did not need to have their own ideas.

Soon, the bigwigs at the White House had completed their discussion.

"General, let's get started. Compared to the benefits and advantages that mutants may bring us in the future, it is more important to solve the current troubles."

"These mutants need to learn a lesson that they are nothing more than beasts with power. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot threaten the position of us humans."

"There will be more mutants after they die. When this is over, we can just give them some honors and declare that they died for their country."

Although the tone on the other end of the phone was gentle, the words that came out of it made people feel cold in their hearts.

"Understood." The general simply accepted the order silently, and immediately arranged for the officers around him to start artillery fire.

The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time immediately began to act according to their daily training. These huge ships weighing tens of thousands of tons began to turn their guns.

The boiler room burned heavy oil, and thick smoke was emitted directly into the atmosphere from the huge chimney.

These steel monsters, full of heavy industrial aesthetics and simple violent style, roar and aim their fangs and claws at their targets.

While Charles and others were watching from the coast, they saw that the fleet had already completed its formation.

They aimed their most powerful broadsides at the mutants, and the burning black smoke almost turned them into a giant steel dragon.

Although they were far apart, everyone felt a fear from the bottom of their hearts.

They seemed to hear the sound of steel rubbing against each other and the roar of shells being transported from the ammunition depot to the artillery position.

"We are helping them! What are you doing!" Charles roared in confusion, veins bulging on his neck, no longer as elegant and easy-going as before.

He wanted to use his telepathic ability to control the naval soldiers who were aiming at the coordinates and preparing to open fire, but with his current abilities, he simply couldn't control thousands of soldiers at such a long distance.

Of course, if Charles wanted to kill them, he only needed to attack their brains instantly, causing them to be brain dead.

But this was still unacceptable to Charles. He would never allow himself to kill so many soldiers who were just following orders.

As Luo Xi commented, Charles' character is a little too saintly. He possesses the most terrifying and unstoppable power on the entire earth.

However, his humanity and morality locked this monster tightly inside his heart.

However, no matter how virtuous Charles is, there is a fundamental difference between him and those virtuous bitches who are generous to others. At least if there is a sacrifice to be made, Charles will be the first to step forward, while the virtuous bitches will only let others sacrifice themselves.

He is a good man in the standard sense, which is one of the reasons why Luo Xi admires him. His humanity shines like a gem.

The giant triple-mounted cannon pointed its black muzzle at the beach coast, and CIA agent Moria shouted at the top of her lungs using the radio to call her own warships.

"Fleet Commander, this is CIA agent Moria, codename X-Ray Bravo 7-0!"

"Please answer, please answer, the beach coastline is safe, please stop the attack!"

However, Agent Moria could only listen to the rustling noise on the radio in disbelief, and the reply that was supposed to come was completely gone.

A terrible thought emerged in her mind, that is, all of them had been abandoned by the bigwigs above.

They wanted to send all the mutants of the X-School, along with Shaw's men, to heaven.

Moria wanted to cry but had no tears. She held the communicator tightly in her hand in disbelief. The rustling background noise was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

She worked diligently for the CIA for more than ten years and was on the verge of death countless times, but this was the end she got.

Charles used telepathy to get all the X-Men to move closer to him. If a bombing was inevitable, they could only rely on Eric's magnetic field defense and Roche's remote transmission.

"See, little Eric, I was right."

Xiao turned to look at the artillery pieces that were being calibrated and questioned Eric.

"We mutants are in the same camp. Those humans are jealous and afraid of our power. They are planning to kill us."

"Come on, stand next to me. I can feel that you and I are actually the same kind of people."

Xiao disdained human fire coverage, which had no effect on him.

He is still obsessed with completely regaining Eric. This young guy has the potential to surpass him, and perhaps in the future he will be able to replace him as the leader of mutants.

He just needs to abandon his stupid and short-sighted thinking. Personal hatred is nothing but a passing cloud in the face of racial justice.

This chapter is a bit subtle, so I will update twice today.

Chapter 685 Luo Xi Takes Action (Three in One)

The mutants who were originally fighting each other on the beach coastline no longer had the will to continue fighting.

They all instinctively felt the threat of death. Most mutants are psychics, and their sixth sense is far superior to that of ordinary humans.

The Red Devil Azazel, along with Jiliu and other Xiao's men, planned to use space teleportation to leave the site that was about to be bombed.

They looked at Charles and others coldly, waiting to see how these mutant traitors would die miserably at the hands of humans.

They want to tell more of their fellow mutants about what happened to these idiots and what the consequences will be if they believe in the promises of mankind.

However, just as the Red Devil was about to mobilize his power, he suddenly noticed something strange about the surrounding environment.

In his eyes, the sea of ​​​​spiritual energy that was originally within his reach suddenly became distant from him, as if an invisible curtain suddenly appeared, making it impossible for him to use his spatial jumping ability.

If Azazel only relied on his psychic power, he would not be able to jump such a long distance, and it would be impossible for him to bring others with him.

Most psychics, in essence, do not possess powers of their own. They can only draw, pry, and borrow psychic energy from the sea of ​​​​the soul to exert their own abilities.

Azazel's expression changed instantly, although his scarlet face didn't show much change at all.

"Something's wrong, we can't leave!"

"What are you doing? Why are you failing at the critical moment?"

Jiliu on the side started cursing immediately. He had been with the Red Devil for quite a while, so he knew that this guy's abilities were not without flaws.

According to the Red Devil's own description, he has existed for more than thousands of years. Even the "Red Devil" in the Bible originated from this guy.

Jiliu was only half-believing and half-doubting all this, because compared to the devil in mythology and legends, Azazel was really a little weak.

"Want to leave? Or stay together."

Luo Xi walked slowly from the high ground by the sea. His immense psychic power had completely disrupted the subspace in this area.

Although his power has been partially suppressed by the will of the universe, it is still no problem for him to do this.

The power of Om Messiah's authority distorts the curvature of space. Even if the Red Devil really launches a space jump at all costs, he will realize what a big mistake he has made.

The distorted space will completely crush the bedbugs that get into the gaps into pieces.

The larger the mass of an object, the more the gravity it generates will distort space. In order to combat this natural curvature, the Red Devil needs more psychic power to do this.

In fact, he himself has not tried it. If the Red Devil can leave the range of the earth's gravity and enter into space, then his space jumping ability will break through the original limit.

"It's you!"

The Red Devil looked at Luo Xi approaching and screamed in surprise.

As Xiao's confidant, he naturally knew that Xiao was wary of this mysterious man who did not show his true colors.

Even compared to Charles and Eric, who have Alpha-level potential, Xiao is even more unable to see through Roche's true colors.

The Red Devil raised the two daggers in his hands and rushed directly towards Luo Xi. If they didn't kill him, they would not be able to teleport away from this place of trouble.

But just as he took a step forward, an afterimage that was invisible to the naked eye appeared in front of him.

The Red Devil saw a giant wearing a bird-beak-shaped helmet and covered in dark power armor.

How can it be……

Sharokin's power sword was unimaginably fast. Although the Star God Phase Sword that Roche had given him had been given to Iron Adam during the Horus Heresy, the difference in weapons did not affect his performance at all when dealing with these weak enemies.

The weapon in Azazel's hand was easily cut into pieces. The power sword flashing with blue electric light brushed across the surface of his skin but did not hurt his flesh at all.

The Raven of Miserables placed two power swords on the Red Devil's neck. The dangerous aura it exuded instantly made the ancient mutant realize the chasm-like gap between the two sides.

If Sharokin wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have time to activate his ability to escape.

The nerve reaction speed of an ordinary Astartes is measured in microseconds, but the Sharokin is much more powerful than this.