Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The enemy ship had lost the will to fight and showed no signs of wasting energy to return fire.

"Sir, we are locked. The gravitational constant is constantly changing. The curvature of spacetime in the entire star system is constantly fluctuating with gravity. We can't find the Mandeville point!"

The captain of the Trinitarian sounded terrified; they encountered the same situation as those small ships.

Those mechanical priests who chose to join the Warmaster's camp fiddled with the instruments on the ship in despair, and some even chose to just give up. They watched helplessly as the battle planet that was rampant in space got closer and closer.

"Wrong, we were wrong. If we had not chosen the Warmaster, we should have studied the treasure of Om Messiah on that battle planet."

Luo Jia had a gloomy face and said nothing.

"Release the psychic sky thunder! Now!"

Angertai spoke up. He saw that Lorgar was confused again, and then he bypassed the Primarch's authorization and gave the order to release the psychic air thunder.

Lorga! Lorga! You always are.

The Blessed Son knows Lorgar's nature very well. He seems to have firm beliefs and clear ideals and beliefs, but in fact, the Great Bearer is not a decisive person. His decision is largely influenced by Erebus and Kor Phaeron.

Deep in Angertai's heart, he had always been dissatisfied with the two. Although he did not have much loyalty to the Emperor, he also did not have much affection for the Warp. He witnessed with his own eyes that the brothers who received the blessing with him were swallowed up by the malice of the Warp.

He never thought that the High Heavens were a good thing that could be trusted. They were the most greedy demons, and any deal made with them would only result in one's own failure.

After the destruction of the Perfect City, Lorgar went to the Eye of Terror at the instigation of Erebus, which led to everything that happened later.

The Primarch did not speak, and Erebus was not on the bridge. The captain hesitated for a second and then ordered the operator to release the psychic air mines in the cabin.

The psychic air mine is a very special weapon. It is not used to kill the enemy on the front battlefield, but it can be dropped into the subspace to create psychic shocks, thereby preventing the enemy from continuing to pursue.

This is equivalent to a psychic bomb, which can destroy the path it has traveled after jumping, thus cutting off the opponent's idea of ​​tracking.

"We haven't entered the subspace yet. What will happen if we release the psychic air mines now?" After doing everything, the captain slumped in his seat, muttering to himself.

Angeltai's face was grim, and the Primarch still didn't speak, which made him feel even more disappointed.

In such a desperate moment, making a wrong attempt is better than waiting to die.

"Psychic air thunder can cause vibrations in the subspace, which will break the barrier between the real universe and the sea of ​​souls. This also means that we can enter the subspace without the Mandeville Point."

"But the psychic air thunder will also cause great damage to us..."

"That's better than being blown to pieces by that planet!" Angeltai slammed his fist on the metal table, making a loud crash. The captain was immediately frightened by him and looked at the Son of Blessing with fear.

The released psychic air bomb quickly began to react internally, releasing a faint light that did not exist in the real universe, and the powerful psychic scream created a miniature subspace storm.

This desired subspace storm was captured by the subspace engine of the Trinity Prayer. The battleship tried its best to escape from the physical universe and wanted to dive into the sea of ​​subspace, but part of the hull was still firmly anchored by the enemy's gravitational whip.

An invisible giant hand grabbed the tail of the Trinity Prayer. No matter how hard its tail engine tried to generate power, it was still a little short of the target.

"Do something, father! Don't be indifferent like the Perfect City!" Angeltai shouted loudly, and his disappointed eyes deeply hurt Luojia's heart.

"Do you want to turn the legion into ashes?"

Yes, I have always been indifferent. I did not argue with my father and brothers when the Perfect City was burned by the Emperor; now the last strength of the Word Bearers has been dragged into despair, and I am still silent.

I always, always...so...

A fierce ideological struggle was going on in Luojia's heart. He had become accustomed to Erebus and Kor Phaeron giving advice at critical moments, and he had even forgotten the ability to make his own decisions.

Angertai's advice finally made Luojia make up his mind.

The Primarch's vast psychic power penetrated deep into the Ocean of Souls. He immersed himself in it wholeheartedly, causing the storm in the Warp to create a larger Warp rift.

Although he could not move this huge warship, the warp had opened its arms and he was able to use his psychic power to push it when it was close.

Lorgar raised his Scepter of the Illuminator, the mark of the Holy Word on his skin was shining, especially his eyes were flashing with the light of chaos. The eyes of the Great Bearer of Words were oppressed by the powerful psychic load and shed tears of blood. Drops of a mixture of blood and tears of regret dripped onto the deck.

"Oh Most High! Let the storm come even harder!"

Lorgar prayed to the original truth of his faith, but was responded to by four gods who represented the original fluctuations of emotion.

One of them is the violent and violent Scarlet. He does not favor Lorgar. On the contrary, Kahn on the ship is more to his liking.

The second one is the cunning and changeable dark blue, who keeps promising many gifts to Luojia, but does not state any requirements or conditions.

The third is the old-fashioned yellow-green color. He extends a loving hand to Luojia, inviting him to join his friendly family and share the warmth.

The fourth is the high-pitched and charming pink-purple color. He extends an olive branch to Luojia, wanting to reach the pinnacle of desire and perception with him.

Lorgar knew very well that these four gods were the embodiment of the power of the Warp. They existed in the past and future of the timeline and possessed unparalleled great power.

However, the four Chaos Gods are part of the original truth, but the original truth is not the four Chaos Gods.

He made promises and conditions with the four of them, and in return, a sudden surge in the Warp tide pushed the Triumvirate directly into the Sea of ​​Souls.

Just a slight leak of the mighty power from the highest heaven caused countless illogical creations to appear out of thin air in the physical universe.

The warships floating in the starry sky grew flesh and blood, and more derivative tentacles and eyes spread on the inorganic matter. Even low whispers were heard from the Glory of Macragge and the battle planet.

The Geller Stand was immediately activated. The Ultramarines, who had long been on guard against the Warp, used the Geller Stand to isolate themselves from the interference and corruption of the Warp, but unfortunately they were unable to stop the escape of the Triumvirate.

Chapter 79 The Last Survivor

"Damn it, they still got away! These shameless traitors and damned demons!"

Marius Gage let out a long breath, but now it was impossible for him to continue following up in the restless Warp. The waves stirred up by the psychic air thunder and the violent Warp storm were enough to destroy any pursuer.

"Let's return to low-Earth orbit. We have already won this war. The main forces of the World Eaters and the Word Bearers have been destroyed. The crisis of the Five Hundred Worlds has been resolved."

Macragge's Glory slowly turned and headed towards Amatra's low-Earth orbit.

The battle planet remains in a gravitationally safe position, parked in a suitable orbit. If it gets too close to a natural celestial body, gravity will tear both of them apart at the same time.

"Lorgar escaped. I knew he wouldn't be caught so easily." Guilliman received the report from Marius Gage, but he was not surprised at all. The Word Bearers' warship disappeared in the sea of ​​​​Warp.

"As long as he is still in the Five Hundred Worlds, there is still a chance to capture him. Besides, the rebellious Warmaster and his forces are surrounding Terra. The most important thing you should do now is to rush to the rescue of the Throne World." Luo Xi said.

Guilliman nodded in agreement with Roche's opinion, and the starship landed directly on the surface of Amatra. He was going to personally meet Orfeo, the greatest war hero of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Stepping onto the land of Amatra, this land of death bombed by countless artillery shells and nuclear weapons still exudes residual heat, and the air is filled with a strong smell of rust and radioactive substances.

"This place is more like Hell on Earth than Calth." Guilliman looked around. That prosperous world had disappeared, the mountains had been razed to the ground, and the tallest things that could be seen were the fallen Titans.

Those huge warlord-class Titans fought each other. Even the adamantium armor and up to six void shield barriers could not stop the bombardment of volcanic cannons and earthquake cannons. They killed each other, leaving only cold metal corpses.

The Edge Watch Titan Legion blocked the attack of two enemy Titan Legions with its own strength.

The Titans were all killed in a war of this intensity, and the smallest mortal auxiliary troops suffered even more heavy casualties. Billions of auxiliary troops were stationed in Amatra before the war began, but how many of them are left now?

Guilliman met Commander Orfeo in the emergency room, and fortunately he was still alive.

Unfortunately, he was badly injured, and after defeating Karn once again, Lorgar Aurelion, in a rage, decided to take action himself and use his psychic powers to try to kill Orfeo.

If the Word Bearers' fleet had not issued an emergency evacuation order, and if the think tanks of the Ultramarines had not fought for their lives, he would probably have died at the hands of the Great Word Bearer.

The reinforced interactive force armor carefully crafted by Orfeo showed a large number of cracks and was covered with burn marks from psychic lightning. The shocking broken pieces and dents told of the cruelty of that war.

"Emperor, I have not lost you, my bravest and most selfless son." Guilliman held Orfeo's hand, and the Ultramarines who had lost all their strength could only lie on the hospital bed and greet his Primarch with his eyes.

The emergency room was filled with legion pharmacists mobilized from the reinforcements, Mechanicus biological sages, and some mortal doctors with superb medical skills.

Apart from Orfeo, all the other Ultramarines who survived the war were also injured. This was all the work of the Word Bearers Primarch. Psychic energy can effectively penetrate the defense of armor and directly cause serious damage to individuals.

"No matter what the cost, I want them to survive. These fearless warriors are the key to victory in this war. Without them, there would be no achievement of almost annihilating the traitors." Guilliman repeatedly reminded the pharmacist, and the technical priests did not dare to be careless in treating the wounded.

The Primarch was right beside them, so no one dared not to do their best.

Seeing his offspring still struggling on the brink of life and death, Guilliman's good mood dimmed. He left the emergency room so as not to disturb the doctors who were working, and just stood beside Roxi, whispering their names.

"I remember every one of their names, my sons. Captain Bloom, he is a master swordsman, I once praised his martial arts skills; Sergeant Jones, he is Orfeo's adjutant, he has a calm mind and a good memory, with his assistance, any commander can safely pass on things; Librarian Boswell, he was forbidden to use psychic power after the Nicaea Conference, so he stayed in the library of Amatra to maintain the precious knowledge..."

Roche listened quietly as Guilliman read out the names of all the Ultramarines sent to Amatra, even including their personalities, likes and dislikes, and experiences.

The original body's superhuman brain can remember the information of each of its offspring.

He knew that Guilliman didn't need comfort right now, all he needed was an audience where he could pour out the words buried in his heart.

Guilliman, who seems to be always rational, wise, and far-sighted, actually has a soft heart.

He would deploy military forces in the most rational manner and would send his offspring to the most dangerous battlefields, but he was also emotional and would feel pain and guilt for his seemingly ruthless decisions.

Although the Ultramarines never felt that it was their father who sent them to the battlefield where they would die, Guilliman still blamed himself.

"I counted the number of people in the emergency room. There are only sixty-three warriors. The others are gone. Of the four thousand Astartes full of glory and hope, only sixty-three remain. Maybe a few more will be sent to the Dreadnaught."

Guilliman held his head and muttered to himself in pain in an empty corner.

"Your descendants have never blamed you. They have fulfilled the mission you entrusted to them with due diligence. This is the destiny of a warrior, and they died with honor." Roxi patted Guilliman's lower back. His height only reached this far.

"Yes, you are right, I just feel a little..." The eloquent Primarch searched his brain for a word that could describe his current mood, but he was speechless for a long time.

"Now is not the time to be sad. We have only initially defeated the traitors who besieged 500 worlds. There are more rebels destroying more worlds. You should cheer up. You are the Lord of Ultramar and a loyal defender of the human empire."

Guilliman was only sad for a moment, and when he stood up again, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds who controlled everything and was always rational was back.

"I will rebuild this world. It will stand as a monument to the indomitable spirit of the Five Hundred Worlds, and countless loyalists will persevere under its inspiration."

“The battle planet of the Virgin will be renamed Amatra. The feat of ending the invasion of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters will be remembered by all the heroes who fought and died on Amatra.”

"Five hundred worlds stand firm, and the spark of humanity will never be extinguished!"

Chapter 80 The Book of Lowell

The Battle of Amatra ended with the Ultramarines' victory.

This was a great war that was worthy of being written into history. The Ultramarines commander Orfeo Kassandra used the strength of a planet to drag the two rebellious legions, the Word Bearers and the World Eaters, into the quagmire of war.

This glorious defensive battle yielded results beyond imagination. It can be said that the balance of power in the eastern part of the galaxy was reversed after this battle, and the traitors were no longer able to destroy the loyal world.

The World Eaters' flagship, the Conqueror, was destroyed and crashed to the planet's surface and could not be recovered, while the Word Bearers' flagship, the True Law, was captured by Captain Mesaro and his team.

The Ultramarines are cleaning this Glorious Queen-class battleship. They need to remove the traces of corruption inside the battleship before they can continue using it.

The Blessed Lady was destroyed in a naval battle with a battle planet and is now floating in orbit around Amaterra.

This battleship can no longer be recovered or reused, and its wreckage can be seen on the surface reflecting the sun's light.

However, what surprised Guilliman the most was that the troops commanded by Orfeo successfully beheaded Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters. They actually killed a Primarch.

It’s a pity that Orfeo is still receiving treatment, otherwise Guilliman wouldn’t mind awarding him the highest honor of the Five Hundred Worlds on the spot to recognize his contribution.