Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Kahn naively thought this was redemption, but there has never been any redemption in this universe.

They thought dawn would come, but they didn't know that there would never be another dawn.

Angron's shackles were loosened for a brief moment, and they thought salvation had come, but they never thought that it was to replace a larger shackle.

At this moment, a beam of teleportation tore through the sky, and the Iron Contemptor Dreadnought was forcibly teleported to the battlefield.

The cold steel claws sank deep into the red sand soil of Nuceria. Its huge iron body started its engine and rushed towards the battlefield.

The war dog sleeping in the cold sarcophagus, the former Lord of the Twelve Legions, Locke persuaded the Extreme Warriors to send it to the core of the battlefield. He also had a premonition that the Father of Genes had reached the most dangerous moment.

"Library, what can I do?" The Contemptor Dreadnought, who had just completed the teleportation, fired at Lorgar's psychic shield. Plasma and melta cannons roared continuously, and the rolling heat waves caused the psychic shield to fluctuate continuously.

A large number of red-hot metal shells fell from his weapon rack like water, making crisp impact sounds.

Being attacked at full strength by a Contemptor Dreadnought at close range, even Lorgar had to divide his strength to deal with Locke, and Kahn seized the opportunity to break free.

"That power comes from the ether, and Lorgar wants it to descend into the real universe." The think tank director fought against Lorgar's psychic power, with thunder flashing in his eyes, mobilizing all his psychic power to interfere with Lorgar's ritual.

Vorias's cries of pain were transmitted across the telepathic link, and his brothers in the Librarians shared the damage with him, fighting to protect him from Lorgar's counterattack.

Even though most of the Great Speaker's energy was tied up in the ritual, he was still no match for a dozen World Eaters Librarians.

Volyas looked at the clouds in the sky. The real universe was being swallowed up into the subspace. The chaotic and rolling pink and purple light of the High Heaven could even be seen with the naked eye.

Psychics could sense the screaming souls in the vortex, as if suffering endless horrific torture.

"I cannot break through Lorgar's will. He is too powerful." The Librarian telegraphed to his battle-brothers.

"Then we must unite as one. Only by combining the spiritual powers of all our strengths can we have a chance to interrupt this evil ritual."

The dozen or so remaining World Eaters Librarians made up their minds in an instant through telepathy.

The Great Speaker ignored the World Eaters Librarian beside him, the extremely furious Kahn, and the desperate Dreadnought.

He just looked at the blood tide in the sky, the blood rain from the highest sky flowing on his skin, and he let it soak and warm his skin and fill his mouth.

The psychic energies of the Librarians were merging, and a newly born Warp entity roared and pulled out Lorgar's soul, and they entered the Sea of ​​the Empyrean to compete with each other.

"madness!"

The spell never stopped, and the power of the warp was mobilized by Lorgar like an arm that moved at will.

Guilliman had already retreated towards the landing point with his descendants when Angron was controlled by Lorgar's psychic sorcery.

His mind was warning that Angron would be transformed into a complete monster by his trusted brother.

"Such a powerful force is beyond human understanding. Even reality can be twisted and combined at will. This is the power of the Supreme Heaven. The four great wills are fighting with such terrible power every moment, and I will rule the original truth."

"I will replace Horus, and I will be the true Lord of the Original Truth."

In the frenzy of the Warp, Luo Jia's inner ambitions were also revealed under the torrent of emotions.

The Great Speaker has his own pride. Although he obeys the orders of the Warmaster, he does not feel that he is inferior to others. He also has the ambition to control the galaxy.

Lorgar was bathed in the light of the Warp. At this moment, the entire city of Dessian was torn apart by the psychic power of the Great Word Bearer. The huge crust structure was torn apart and the city floated into the sky.

The ritual is taking shape.

The cold light of the High Sky shone upon the real universe. It penetrated the marble buildings of the city of Dessin, penetrated the World Eaters who were still fighting, and penetrated Angron's body.

Their shadows were constantly twisting and lengthening, and even connected to each other. The flashing shadows seemed to have life, showing the outline of human beings.

The World Eaters looked at the shadows on the ground in surprise, all of them holding their heads with their hands, and psychic screams erupted from these shadows without thickness.

Their fear and resistance were visible to the naked eye, but they were still swallowed up by Angron as if they were falling into an abyss.

Angron's roar and the scream of the Warp merged into one, and endless rage gathered in the body of the Primarch. He was already scarred, and the huge cracks and scars were bleeding continuously.

"Angron, my brother, forgive me..."

"Only in this way can I truly save you."

Lorgar loosened his hold on Angron, though there was no need for it now.

Angron staggered and fell to his knees. The energy of the Warp assimilated him. The Slave of Nuceria tore at his face and chest, and the flesh and broken armor were torn off by Angron.

He was wailing, a deafening howl that broke the heart of every World Eater.

Worse than the torture of the Butcher's Nails, Angron's flesh and bones, soul and will trembled with the surging waves of the Warp.

Every atom in the Primarch's body was being replaced by the great power of a god, and countless screaming souls in pain celebrated the birth of a new demon prince.

Angron's body, made of blood and water, turned back into flesh and blood. His tendons collapsed layer by layer, his blood seemed to have turned into mercury, and the surface of his skin burned with lava fire.

Repeated tearing and healing caused his body to continue to grow and expand. Horrifying demon horns grew from behind his head, and a pair of blood-red wings that covered the sky spread out from the edge of his spine. The Lord of Red Sand had completely completed his transformation.

Luo Jia watched everything happening with satisfaction. He could feel that his brother was suffering the most horrific pain in his life, but also the most gorgeous transformation.

He felt a little guilty, but more happy in his heart.

He, Lorgar Aurelion, personally created an eternal and immortal demon prince.

Chapter 93 Demon Prince Angron

Chapter 93 Demon Prince Angron

Kahn knelt aside, and the blood father and blood son were casually thrown into the red sand.

Blood gushed out of the think tanks' noses and eyes, their brains were boiling, and the huge backlash of psychic energy made them feel excruciating pain.

The Contemptor's fearless ceramsite-steel and adamantium composite armor was completely damaged, one of its power claws was completely destroyed by psychic energy, and half of the sarcophagus containing the remains of the ancient warrior was exposed.

The three conflicting forces among the World Eaters were ultimately unable to reverse Angron's fate.

Lorgar came to Kahn's side and looked down at the powerful warrior with a relieved smile on his face.

"I promised you, and now I have fulfilled my promise. Angron, I have been resurrected, and from now on I will never fall to death by the Butcher's Nails again."

He pointed at his ascended brother, and Khârn trembled as he saw the Primarch's features clearly.

The original Angron had hard copper-colored hair that piled on his high brow bones, deep eyes, cheekbones that looked like they were chiseled by a knife, and an aquiline nose that outlined the face of a primarch.

It was the face of a warlord worth following to the death, one for whom all World Eaters would die.

But now? Angron was left with only pure rage, his face like the most terrible beast and monster, his features twisted and pulsating, his eyes burning with fire, rows of terrifying teeth staggered, and his skin as red as blood.

He knelt on the ground, but even so, Angron was at least five to six meters tall, with hideous bone spurs and gnarled muscles intertwined together to form the most terrifying claws and fangs.

A pair of huge wings of flesh and blood were tucked behind his back, but compared to the holy archangel, it looked more like some kind of demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Is this still Angron? Is this still their father?

Khârn knew that the Primarch of the XII Legion, the Twelfth Son of the Emperor, the gladiator from Nuceria, had vanished.

The monster before him inherited Angron's body, name, and concepts. He was no longer an ordinary creature, but the demon prince of the existence called the Blood God in the High Heaven.

"Father?"

With his last hope, Kaan shouted to Angron, who had transformed into a terrifying demon.

The huge being trembled very slightly, as if it heard a familiar voice.

He looked at Kahn blankly, with only a sense of strangeness in his eyes.

"He is not our father anymore, give up your fantasy, Kharn!" The knocked down Contemptor Dreadnought stood up again, bombarding the Daemon Primarch with the heavy bolters and plasma loaded on his only remaining arm.

"He is right. We have lost Angron forever." Among the nineteen think tanks, only Volyas survived. He was extremely weak, but still struggled to face Angron.

Their unusual movements immediately attracted the attention of the huge monster, especially Volyas.

Angron covered his head. The Butcher's Nails that had left for a short time came back. It seemed that his new master was not satisfied with Angron without the Butcher's Nails, so He put chains on him again.

The Butcher's Nails was furious, the demon primarch's eyes were spitting hellfire, and he became extremely disgusted with the existence of psykers.

Psionics! Psionics! The stolen power of cowards!

Those inhuman eyes were violent and terrifying. Even Kahn did not dare to stare into them for long.

Through it, Kahn vaguely saw a being sitting on a brass throne, observing the world through his new followers.

Angron took a step forward, and the bloody wings behind him spread out, almost covering the sky.

The last Warhound Librarian Volias detonated all of his psychic energy, lightning ripped his body to pieces, and lightning spears pierced the Primarch's skin, but that was all.

The demon primarch's claws burning with black flames easily took away the head of the think tank director. It stood up completely, its tough and rough wings were extremely broad, and the psyker's head was raised high above its head. He roared again.

"Skulls and blood! Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!"

Angron's act of killing psychics seemed to really please the being in the High Heaven. A chaotic storm was gathering around it, and countless red sands condensed on its terrifying body. The hideous armor slowly emerged.

Vorias was dead, at the hands of his beloved Primarch.

His headless body fell heavily to the ground of Nuceria, his armor shattered, and his blood flowed on the ground, gathering into a small pool of blood.

“Angron!!”

The Contemptor's Dreadnought had used up all its ammunition, and the plasma launcher on its hand was emitting a thrilling red temperature. Its machine soul had reached its limit and could explode at any time.

But Locke didn't care, he had had enough!

Come on! Come on! Let it all end!

The huge body of the Fearless, driven by the power core, rushed forward. He was only a head shorter than Angron. The body made of ceramsite steel and adamantium caused the center of gravity of the Demon Primarch to be unstable, and his sharp claws plowed a deep groove in the ground.

The engine and servo system were outputting energy crazily. Fearless fired plasma continuously at Angron's abdomen. The high-temperature flames burned the blood-colored armor into a black mass, and a faint burnt smell was emitted.

"You destroyed the war dogs, whose slave are you now?" Locke laughed. Angron stood firm. The Dreadnought was wailing as it suppressed the ancient war vehicle with its power.

The demon primarch was extremely annoyed by the huge cast iron coffin. It pinched the opponent's body with its sharp claws and then pierced deeply into the sarcophagus.

The ceramic steel was pierced easily like cheese, and only the adamantium skeleton could slightly block the claws filled with subspace energy.

Angron's rage grew, and he tore the Dreadnought into pieces, finally pulling out the sarcophagus buried deep inside.

When the giant claws closed, the sarcophagus carrying the last remains of the War Dog Lord shattered, and Locke's body was exposed to the air from the nutrient solution. He even ran out of blood, which made Angron extremely dissatisfied.

Kahn stood up from the ground with a dead heart. The think tanks were dead, and the former legion commander Locke was also dead. He wanted to resurrect his father for his own selfish reasons, but he committed an even more terrible crime.

He reached out his hand, trying to comfort Angron as he had done before.

The hideous demon looked at the guy in front of him with confusion, a strange feeling of familiarity bothering him.