Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Luo Xi smelled a faint scent of blood, and at this moment he was in a space battleship millions of kilometers away.

It is more like a mental meme that acts on the observer across the distance of time and space.

Roboute's expression was extremely solemn. It was obvious that this was another piece of Warp sorcery that the Word Bearers were good at.

Once again, these traitors use the power of the Mystic Side against them.

"Prepare for an airborne landing. I will personally lead the team to land in Nuceria and make a thorough settlement with my traitorous brothers." Guilliman was still fully armored, holding the Red Sincerity Dagger in his hand, and his tone was cold.

"You should be cautious. There are two of your brothers down there. Are you sure you can defeat them?"

Luo Xi was a little worried. He didn't know how strong Luo Jia and Angron were, but the simplest logic could also lead to the conclusion: one against two would be a very unfavorable situation.

"They have burned and massacred dozens of worlds on my territory and killed hundreds of billions of people. If I continue to make unnecessary attempts here, how can I face them?"

Guilliman had made up his mind, but he also told Roche that he would be fully equipped.

"The Ever-Victorious Army will land with me, as well as the Think Tank troops that were just reorganized from the Legion. They will serve as an important force in this battle."

"I will show the traitors that they are not the only ones who can play with psionics. We can, too."

Seeing that Guilliman was ready, Roxi didn't say much. He just watched the blue giant's back gradually disappearing before his eyes, and he felt something was wrong in his heart.

This war-son of Macragge always seems to prefer fighting alone when the situation is stalemate.

Whether it is a space naval battle or a surface landing battle, the final outcome will always become a boarding and close combat between the two armies.

Luo Xi believes that this phenomenon is related to the subspace anomalies that appeared on the planet Nukeria. It seems that some mysterious existence has been trying hard to make this happen.

In space, Thunderhawk gunships and Fist assault boats poured out of the hangar one after another. These airships filled with Extreme Marines will try to break into Nuceria's atmosphere under the cover of artillery fire.

Suddenly, like a shower of meteors falling from the sky, the weather in Nuceria turned into an Astarte shower.

Chapter 89 There will be Astarte showers today, please bring rain gear

When the vanguard troops tried to enter the gravitational range of Nuceria, a large number of staff officers and thinkers in the command center in the rear simultaneously analyzed the battlefield situation.

All collected data is sent back to the Thinker Center for processing and analysis, and then sent to the Staff to provide support for the think tank's decision.

War is not independent, and the Thirteenth Legion is accustomed to fighting under the premise of information suppression.

The Extreme Warriors have a very mature and institutionalized warfare model that collects information, performs analytical calculations, and launches comprehensive and targeted attacks.

This is their weakness, but also their strongest point.

When the gunboat entered the Nuceria atmosphere and sent back a signal, the staff determined the feasibility of an airborne attack.

Then, faster orbital drop capsules detached from the warships one after another. They fell rapidly in the atmosphere, and a large amount of flames rose and burned due to atmospheric friction.

If you were to view this spectacular sight from the ground in Nuceria, you would be rewarded with a meteor shower from space.

And when they land, the orbital drop capsule will become a forward cover on the battlefield, as well as a new transmission beacon, providing guidance and preparation for the transmission of support forces in the rear.

Not only the Space Marines, but also the XIII Legion's powerful mortal auxiliary forces and heavy vehicles landed at the rear. The skilled infantry-tank coordination was already well versed in it. The Ultramar auxiliary forces tempered by the war were the strongest backing.

The Knights of the Mechanicus were loading machines into the transport ships; even their largest ground units, the Titans, were on standby, ready to land at any time.

The bird servant scanned the life reactions on the planet, and the results were not surprising. All humans and other living things on the entire planet had been slaughtered.

The cities were burned, the natural forests had turned into a white land, and the ruins of destroyed civilization were everywhere.

"Sir, the boarding attempt of the Trinitarian failed. We cannot board that ship."

Another Astartes force targeting the Word Bearers flagship sent back news that they were unable to approach the Abyssal Fury-class battleship and all boarding operations were unable to reach its armor.

"Stay on standby and listen to my next instructions."

Since the Word Bearers dared to park their ship here openly, they must have their reasons. Guilliman quickly skipped over the message, his brain thinking about many things at the same time. His powerful multi-threaded thinking ability allowed him to think almost like a supercomputer.

The burning airborne capsule smashed into the ground in a violent explosion. The micro-missile nests and melta cutters installed above opened fire at the same time. The columns of fire and missiles intertwined, and all enemies who dared to launch an attack on the landing site were instantly torn into charred limbs.

The hatch of the airdrop chamber opened, and the fully armed Astartes entered the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The teleportation beacons were deployed in place, and the reinforcements of the Ultramarines in the rear were sent to the ground in a fierce teleportation beam. They built battlefield fortifications according to the plan and opened a huge encirclement to surround the entire city of Dessian.

Now it is the Extreme Warriors who have the initiative and advantage. They can fully transfer their war force to the point, and then use their absolute advantage to slowly wipe out the traitors' vitality.

When the battlefield was under the control of the Ultramarines, Guilliman and his Ever-Victorious Guards finally landed on the ground on a Thunderhawk gunship.

The Ultramarines' landing was not hindered at all. They felt that the World Eaters' attention was completely attracted by something, and they didn't even think of stopping the landing.

"Angron and Lorgar are in the city. I can sense them," Guilliman said to Hill beside him.

The red-helmeted warriors followed closely behind the Primarch. Half of the Ever-Victorious Army was equipped with Terminator armor made of strong interaction force materials, while the other half was equipped with adamantium power armor. The huge armor was equipped with powerful weapons such as heavy bombs, plasma and incendiary weapons.

They have a clear division of labor: some warriors are responsible for suppressing the opponent with heavy firepower, while others are responsible for blocking all fatal attacks for the Primarch.

Guilliman reached out and grabbed a handful of scarlet sand. His power gloves could clearly feedback the touch and texture. The Primarch tried to crush it into pieces with a solemn expression, but it could only break into smaller particles.

A strong smell of blood came from the red sand. The surface of Nuceria was now completely covered by red sand. A sweet smell of plasma came from the air. Guilliman turned his head and looked.

In the direction of Desian City, a blood-red storm seemed to be gathering in the sky. Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the world became dark.

Superman's vision immediately spotted the World Eaters Astartes rushing out of the city of Decian. Hundreds, even thousands of World Eaters let out distorted war roars and formed battle formations as they rushed towards the Ultramarines with a fanatical desire for killing.

The red sand trampled by the Astartes continued to rise, and there seemed to be a faint sound of war drums. Guilliman commanded his descendants to form a defense line in an orderly manner.

The super-heavy tanks that landed on the surface arrived at the location marked by the command system, occupied advantageous terrain, and formed a dense heavy firepower network.

The Extreme Marines' bolters and plasma guns were ready, the petrified lizards in the rear positions were aiming at the enemy's path, and all the ammunition in the Storm missile nests was poured out.

It was a devastating fire coverage. The Extreme Warriors took advantage of the distance and launched a wave of long-range attacks on the enemy.

When the vehicle's powerful energy beam arrived first, the leading World Eaters warrior had no intention of dodging. The energy beam, which was powerful enough to destroy a medium tank, only made a small hole in his power armor before disappearing.

As shells and missiles whizzed down and exploded around him, Guilliman was keenly aware of the sharp drop in lethality.

Those shells should have created a crater more than ten meters in size, and the blasting fragments and shock waves could have killed a large number of infantry units.

But at this moment, the kinetic energy of the shells seemed to be constantly decreasing, and when they hit the enemy, they had completely lost their lethality.

"Sir, our vehicle's machine soul has malfunctioned, and the heavy tank can no longer fire!"

The auxiliary army sergeant immediately reported that when these reliable war vehicles landed on the red sand of Nuceria, the technical priests accompanying the vehicles quickly noticed the silence of the machine spirits, and the weapon systems of the vehicles also quietly fell into a state of failure.

The shells could not be fired, the energy beams were weakened by the red mist, and the missiles lost control and flew randomly in other directions.

The Thirteenth Legion is experiencing a completely new combat mode. In this land of red sand, all long-range attacks are weakened and restricted by an unknown force.

The Ultramarines simply threw their bolters onto the battlefield. They held power swords or chainswords, and these melee weapons remained reliable, which made them feel at ease.

"It's that abominable psionic power and sorcery again! Our long-range firepower is limited."

Guilliman cursed angrily, and the directors of the think tanks accompanying him also said that their psychic powers were extremely difficult to use here. Even if they used psychic lightning despite the strong discomfort, they could only emit a spark that could not harm even mortals.

"This is the power of the subspace. Our real universe is being distorted and the rules are being rewritten." The Primarch's multi-threaded thinking continued to analyze and finally realized it.

Nuceria is now twisted by the chaotic power of the Warp. Conventional ranged attacks are greatly weakened, while close combat using more primitive weapons is not affected.

The incredible power of the subspace is even greater than you can imagine.

The demons he had seen before were able to distort the rules around them, thereby weakening the damage done to them by real weapons.

At this moment, the entire Nuceria and the universe were distorted. Guilliman did not know who the source of the power was, but he knew very well that he was within the range of that power.

The Primarch's powerful willpower resisted the inexplicable influence. There was not much time to think. The World Eaters rushing out of the city of Dessian had already approached the position of the Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines held power swords and erected their iconic storm shield wall once again, resisting the first round of attacks from the World Eaters.

Unlike the complete victory at Amatra, the World Eaters' offensive this time was obviously more fierce. What was even more obvious was that the World Eaters were actually able to form a battle formation in a disciplined manner.

Chapter 90 Brothers fighting

Waves of World Eaters formed a vanguard formation that was more suitable for breakthroughs. This formation with extremely strong central breakthrough capabilities caused the Ultramarines' shield wall to bear a large amount of impact force at a certain node.

The waves of World Eaters combined into a ferocious tsunami, determined to break through the human wall dam formed by the Ultramarines.

If the World Eaters before were a group of vagrants with only military power, now they are more like professional soldiers with considerable discipline and organization.

Guilliman noticed the changes in the World Eaters. No, this legion now gave him the feeling more like the war dogs of the past, that powerful legion that was capable of both violent attack and strict discipline.

"What on earth did they do in there? Why did these World Eaters become like this?"

Guilliman led his victorious army forward. He had predicted the changing trend of the battlefield. The shield wall of the Ultramarines would not be able to withstand the concentrated attack of the World Eaters.

The Primarch took a huge step forward, and the sincere dagger in his hand flashed a stream of light.

Guilliman's swordsmanship is among the best even among his fellow Primarchs. Unlike most Primarchs who rely on their own comprehension, Guilliman has received the best education, of which martial arts was also a part.

Guilliman's sword is not as gorgeous as Fulgrim's, nor as powerful as Lion's, nor as steep and ingenious as Chagatai Khan's, but his sword is the most moderate and peaceful.

Just like his sincere dagger, Guilliman's swordsmanship is like a sincere heart, without many strange moves.

With every swing of his sword, Guilliman harvested the heads of the World Eaters as if taking candy from a sack, the sword flashed like starlight, and the power field tore through the ceramsite armor and weapons of the enemies.

As long-range weapons were restricted, Guilliman switched the Hand of Domination on his left arm to Lightning Claws. When the World Eater rushed to him at the cost of his life, the unstoppable power claws tore the enemy to pieces like a dragon, along with his armor.

"For the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar! Follow me to kill the enemies, fearless warriors!"

Guilliman pinned one of his enemies to his feet, the heavy armour piercing the Astartes' chest, crushing the ceramsite and bone and muscle.

A random attack from the Primarch was enough to overwhelm even the combined resistance of several Astartes. These World Eaters, whose strength was squeezed out by the Butcher's Nails, were beaten away by Guilliman like babies trying to beat up a fighting champion.

The victorious soldiers clad in adamantium armor followed closely in front of Guilliman. The ruthless adamantium blocked all attacks from chainsaw weapons. They were like an insurmountable mountain, squeezing and colliding with the World Eaters' army.

"Lorgar! Angron! Face me!"

"Slaves of faith, slaves of Nukeria, are you ready for revenge?"

Guilliman roared loudly, and the Primarch's battle cry even drowned out the extremely noisy fighting on the battlefield. Anyone could hear the anger and hatred contained in it.

However, no one responded. The surrounding World Eaters rushed to Guilliman one after another as if they were collectively going to die, preventing him from continuing to march towards the city of Dessien.

What the enemy prevents is naturally what they fear. Guilliman saw through the enemy's intentions and led the vanguard troops directly to the city of Dessien.

Even though the World Eaters tried their best, the cobalt blue battle line still advanced towards the city of Desian.

Guilliman was like the most ruthless killing machine, reaping the lives of the World Eaters with his sincere dagger and lightning claws.

The gap between the Primarch and the Astartes was almost insurmountable, especially when fully armed, and even the most valiant Champion of the World Eaters was no match for Guilliman in his perfect battle armor.