Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Subspace creatures that are more terrifying than the environment are hidden in various hard-to-find corners. They come from the most bizarre and unbearable deep nightmares of all intelligent creatures since the birth of the universe, and are the embodiment of the deepest fears.

As time passes and the universe shatters, no one knows where these nightmares come from, or even whether they come from the same universe.

Although the Human Empire can use warp navigation to achieve the goal of faster-than-light movement, the navigation must be carried out under the protection of the Geller force field. Once the protection is lost, all life and machinery entering the warp will face horrors beyond imagination.

And now, a scarred giant ship is shuttling through the sea of ​​warp. It has a trident-shaped hull, and its decks and weapon platforms are twisted and damaged in the psychic storm. Due to lack of repair and maintenance, it still looks dilapidated.

This is none other than the Triumvirate, the flagship of the Word Bearers that escaped into the Warp. After escaping from the Ultramarines' pursuit, this last great ship anchored Nuceria as its destination at the order of the Great Word Bearer.

On this epic ship, only about 25,000 Word Bearers and 18,000 World Eaters remained as survivors of the Battle of Amatra.

Even if we include those Space Marines who were still carrying out the Shadow Crusade on other planets in the Five Hundred Worlds, almost half of the soldiers of these two legions were killed.

Before the Battle of Calth, a total of 100,000 Word Bearers and 150,000 World Eaters participated in the Shadow Crusade, with two Titan legions that had betrayed the Imperium serving as fire support.

Now, Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, had been slain in Amatra, and Lorgar the Word Bearer had less than 50,000 warriors at his disposal.

"We have paid a huge price, and the Legion is withering, but the strategy has been successful. The Destruction Storm can no longer be stopped. The Ultramarines and the false emperor's followers in the eastern galaxy cannot return to the throne world for support. As long as Horus can capture Terra, everything will be worth it."

"The plan has been successful. Although there are some minor flaws, they still cannot overshadow the overall victory."

"We have achieved a strategic victory. Let my foolish brother enjoy the joy of a tactical victory."

The Great Speaker sat upright on his throne and spoke to the leaders of the remaining legions below.

The captain of the 8th Company, Kahn, had become the recognized leader of the remaining World Eaters. After leaving Amatra, the captain had remained silent.

He stared coldly at Luo Jia who was sitting upright, wondering what he was thinking about.

On the Word Bearers side, Chaplain Erebus still holds the power of the Legion. This Word Bearer, who has the title of Hand of Fate, listens quietly to the words of the Primarch, emitting a chilling chill.

Even those World-Eaters with the Butcher's Nails subconsciously stay away from the Hand of Fate.

After all, the strange aura he exuded made these World Eaters feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

"You have not yet told me how to resurrect our genetic father, the Lord of the Word Bearers."

"You promised that you would resurrect our father's body in the real universe, but where should we go now?"

Karn raised his head, almost looking at Lorgar Aurelion who was sitting upright.

Facing Kahn's rude questioning, Luo Jia was not angry. Now the two legions could no longer have any friction, otherwise everyone would be buried in this sea of ​​souls.

"Just be patient, I won't break my promise." The Scepter of the Great Speaker released a hazy light, and through the illusory lens, everyone witnessed a soul emitting endless anger and hatred.

"After Angron's body was destroyed, I took his soul with me. He now resides in my Illuminator, and the next step is to perform a ritual to revive him."

"Everything is planned."

Kahn's heartbeat quickened rapidly. He could feel the instinctive closeness and was certain that it was indeed a part of Angron.

Lorgar had not deceived them.

This also brought some comfort to the increasingly manic beast. After entering the subspace, the influence that the eye in Kahn's sight could exert was far more powerful than the physical universe.

It kept whispering in Kahn's ears, causing his Butcher's Nails to continue to penetrate deeper into his brain.

Over and over in Kahn's mind, a name called "Blood God" echoed.

There was a being calling himself Khorne watching him.

Whenever Karn felt unsettled, images of Angron's past would appear before his eyes.

The humiliation of being enslaved and driven by the Butcher's Nails made him grit his teeth and resist corruption tenaciously.

At this moment, Kahn still has free will. He feels pain and sadness, but at least it is his own feeling.

He had a premonition that if he chose to compromise, he would probably become a slave like his father.

"Why Nuceria? It was the starting point of our father's nightmare and the beginning of his life as a slave. Why did he return to that planet?"

Kahn gnashed his teeth. He hated the planet for turning his father into this state. It was the Butcher's Nails that destroyed Angron, turning him into a madman who knew only killing and destruction.

"Because that is his home planet. Every Primarch's home planet is special, and their home planet has a huge influence on their life trajectory."

"Angron spent his first years there, so he will also have his new life in Nuceria."

"This is part of the ritual. It's not just a planet, but also part of the concept of Angron. His fate cannot be separated from Nuceria and the damned Butcher's Nail!"

For the first time, Lorgar seemed angry. His voice began to rise, and his angry voice swirled in the corridors of the bridge.

He could see his brother's fate through the High Heavens, and no matter which possible branch line, Angron could not leave Nuceria.

Kahn lowered his head, thinking about the truth of Lorgar's words.

He did not trust the Great Word Bearer, realizing that Lorgar was no different from Horus and was merely using his father to rebel against the Emperor.

But now the situation is stronger than the person, and he has to obey Luojia's command.

The progress of the Triarch Prayer in the Warp was exceptionally smooth, and when this giant ship arrived at the turbulent Sea of ​​Souls, the turbulent ocean currents calmed down, and the Warp storms blew its sails, allowing it to drift farther.

Everything was going so smoothly, as if an invisible big hand was pushing it forward.

In the distant Nuceria, a huge subspace rift appeared at the Mandeville Point on the edge of the galaxy. The Trinitarian traveled a long distance and finally arrived at the target world.

Nuceria is a habitable world in a broad sense. From space, one can see that the planet is dotted with magnificent snow-capped mountains, green low plains, and large tracts of blue ocean surrounding the continent.

This is a planet that survived the distant dark ages. Its star, in its prime, provides steady light and heat. Logically, this world should be as beautiful as Macragge.

But today, this seemingly beautiful planet will welcome a group of slave sons.

Chapter 83 A Sacrifice

Kahn looked out at Nuceria from the bridge, his eyes filled with deep hatred and loathing for this planet, this nightmarish planet.

After the Warp storm took his father away from the Emperor's laboratory, Angron's incubator fell on Nuceria, and the Primarch was attacked by the Dark Eldar as soon as he landed.

Those hateful and vile Eldar knew from prophecies the destruction that Angron would cause in the future, and planned to strangle him in the cradle while he was still a toddler.

However, even though the Primarch was a child, after paying the price of being seriously injured, this group of Dark Eldar was killed by Angron with his bare hands.

But because of this, Angron, who was still a young child, was discovered by the slave-hunting team that arrived later. After marveling at the alien corpses surrounding the Primarch, they immediately realized that this child was definitely not ordinary.

They brought the Primarch back to the Nuceria capital of Dessian and nursed him back to health. But unlike Angron's brothers, his life fell into another abyss here.

What greeted Angron was a giant arena in the capital city of Dessian, a battlefield provided for gladiators to fight each other. The enemies could be other gladiators, monsters and beasts captured in the wilderness, or aliens that fell into Nuceria.

The fate that awaited Angron was to fight to the death in the arena, using the blood and death of slaves to entertain the cheering spectators in the audience.

Nuceria is ruled by a class called the High Riders. These rulers inherited from the Dark Ages possess extraordinary technology, and even young primarchs have fallen to the hands of special anesthetics.

Forced to fight in the arena, the Primarch grew rapidly. After a fight where only one person could survive, he climbed to the top of the pyramid in the center of the arena and became the strongest king of the arena.

He was given the name Angron Tarka, which means Son of the Mountain and the property of the Tarka family.

The Primarch demonstrated his powerful fighting ability. Angron was invincible in the arena, and no matter whether it was gladiators, monsters or aliens, they all fell at his feet.

But when the spectators and high riders grew tired of the monotonous victories, they commanded Angron to kill the gladiator Onomaus who had fought beside him.

This old male gladiator almost served as an adoptive father to Angron, teaching him the art of fighting and the philosophy of survival.

It can be said that Onomaus is Angron's adoptive father and the most important person in the heart of the Primarch left here. However, those crazy and bloodthirsty spectators and high-ranking riders who enjoy death are most happy to watch such dramatic gladiatorial combat.

Fathers and sons killing each other, blood relatives fighting each other, what a beautiful fight.

This time, Angron chose to refuse. He resisted the order of the high-ranking knight, and then the furious high-ranking knight drove a vicious thing inherited from the Old Night Era: the Butcher's Nail into Angron's head.

This extremely vicious implant can penetrate the victim's brain with metal tentacles, torturing the brain both physically and mentally, and constantly devouring and replacing living brain tissue.

Every gladiator who was hit by the Butcher's Nails, no matter how strong and tough he was, would fall into complete madness under the constant torture of the nails until a fatal battle took his life.

Even as a Primarch, Angron could not endure the torture of the Butcher's Nails. When he woke up from his madness and blindness and regained consciousness, he saw only the broken body of Unomouth, torn alive.

He killed his adopted father with his own hands, using the most horrible and cruel means. Angron howled in agony like a wild beast for three days and three nights.

When he stopped wailing, the last straw in his heart had fallen. Angron led the gladiators in a slave uprising to resist the cruel rule of the high-ranking riders.

The Butcher's Nails, the damned Butcher's Nails, had long been inseparable from Angron and would accompany him until the end of his life.

The intense emotions at this moment caused the Butcher's Nails in Kahn's brain to begin to buzz. Kahn gritted his teeth and endured the torture. The Butcher's Nails used by the World Eaters were not the black technology left over from Nuceria, but a poor imitation of the Legion's pharmacists.

Despite this, the pain it causes is still enough to break an Astartes' spirit.

"Tell us what we need to do." Kahn's voice was very low, like the grinding of a wild animal's teeth.

"It's simple, a massacre, a sacrifice, Nuceria will be transformed into a ritual site to call your father back from the warp." Lorgar said.

Kahn walked out of Luojia's meditation room without looking back.

Killing was the easiest thing for the World Eaters. Kahn quickly passed on the order, and all the World Eaters were ready to drink the blood of the Nucerias.

Angerte followed him out of habit, but was stopped by Kahn.

"This is the business of the World Eaters. The Word Bearers should not interfere." The Son of the Blessing was slightly stunned, looked at Kahn's meaningful eyes, and nodded silently.

The tacit understanding between him and Kahn no longer requires verbal communication.

"My Lord, Nuceria has sent a communication request. They are asking if we are the Ultramarines fleet coming for supplies. The skyport is ready to supply us."

The captain sitting on the command platform received a report from the communication servitor. Apparently, the planet also discovered the huge warship that suddenly appeared in the galaxy.

A bloody smile appeared on the corner of Kahn's mouth. He twisted his neck and said to the captain: "Tell them that we are the Ultramarines' squadron, and we are here to resupply in order to pursue the traitors."

"By order of Roboute Guilliman, we will take over all of Nuceria."

The captain didn't dare look directly at Kahn's face. He thought it was a stupid order. None of these World Eaters were normal people.

In fact, in order to enter the airport for resupply, the warship must verify the keel code with the command center on the planet. Only after the warship in the database has been verified can it receive supplies and repairs.

Naturally, their keel codes could not be in the database of the Ultramarines, but since Kahn had given the order, he did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately initiated an application for entry into the port to the other party.

After a long time, the orbital starport of Nuceria responded to the request and allowed the strange warship to enter the port.

The captain was a little surprised by such straightforward permission. Could it be that this planet intended to lure them closer and then launch a surprise attack?

After repeated consideration, his brain, which had undergone a lot of mechanical modifications and installed an auxiliary thinking module, decided to dock the Trinity Prayer into the airport.

This 35-kilometer-long giant ship was already covered with scars, and the orbital airport was completely unable to accommodate such a huge existence, so they could only temporarily deploy a barge for docking.

"Welcome to Nukeria, my lord. We have prepared supplies."

The lean airport director came personally to greet the arriving Astartes. He looked to be about sixty years old, but the aura of aging emanating from his body suggested that he had undergone several life-extending surgeries.