Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

All free particles were evacuated from the invisible and distorted space, which was much closer to the concept of void than space, and the temperature dropped sharply to near absolute zero.

Without using the idealistic power of psychic energy, the demon Angron was imprisoned by the Iron Man in just a single encounter. It subdued Angron as easily as subduing a mad pet.

The Demon Prince of the Blood God was furious with humiliation. He no longer needed breathing as a form of life support. He tried hard to use the energy of the warp to break free from this ridiculous control.

The Blood God hates psychic energy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know psychic energy. In a sense, the power of the Blood God is the psychic energy that repels psychic energy. Angron released his own warp power to break through the bound space around him.

Like a beast out of a cage, Angron angrily tore through the invisible barrier and charged at the Iron Man again.

The resistance was under observation, and Iron Man took a few seconds to rebuild a machine capable of cutting objects from the spatial level.

It released a faint white light, which was so thin and fragile, like a soft silk thread. When the light came in front of the demon primarch, the silk thread easily cut through the skin and muscles of his arm.

It was not that its body was cut off, but that the space was cut. All matter in the real universe exists in space, and the powerful physical defense of the Demon Primarch was directly ignored.

Angron roared in intense pain, and he flapped his wings and retreated violently. His flesh and blood grew back to heal the cut, and his bones connected again. It was as if nothing had happened except for the severe pain that had not yet subsided.

High-frequency light spots flashed on the Iron Man's head. The disorder of the subspace required its computing core to take more time to come up with a response method.

The logic of Iron Man is based on the framework of the real universe, but the chaos of the subspace makes it possible for anything that goes against common sense to happen, and this chaos is exactly what Iron Man lacks.

It can use ten thousand materialistic methods to launch targeted attacks, and the idealistic ability of the subspace can also directly distort the rules and make the Iron Man's attacks invalid.

Iron Man is best at being reasonable, but Subspace is best at being unreasonable.

Angron's remaining sanity told him that the mechanical lump in front of him was not easy to deal with, and the power of Nuceria's ritual was fading.

The death of those lives and souls is already the limit for summoning the demon of Khorne, not to mention that his existence requires the constant consumption of souls to maintain its own existence.

He needs more skulls and blood, and constantly pleases the Blood God in order to continue staying in the real universe.

The power of the ritual is fading, and the curtain of the real universe is falling again.

At least at this point in time, the subspace cannot intervene in the real universe as it pleases. This universe still belongs to reality.

Luo Jia, who was at the back of the battlefield, saw his last chance slipping away quietly and could only sigh helplessly.

"You only have one chance, if you miss it, you'll miss it."

He used his psychic powers to drag Angron and the Astartes of the World Eaters into the Warp rift where the Khorne Daemons emerged, and took them directly to disappear in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Triumvirate hovering in orbit also slowly faded away. This was just an illusion created by Lorgar. The real Triumvirate had already stopped in the subspace projection of Nuceria before the arrival of the Ultramarines.

"My Lord, the traitors have disappeared."

The Ever-Victorious Army rushed over and surrounded Guilliman, still in shock.

The bloodthirsty vampires and hell dragons rampaging on the battlefield turned into wisps of ashes that were blown away by the wind. The bloody smell in the air gradually faded away, replaced by the smoke of war and the stench of burning.

"The traitors who have mastered the power of the Warp have always taken the initiative. We are still too passive." Guilliman took off his helmet and breathed the air of Nuceria.

This land has been polluted and corrupted. Even if the tide of the Warp has receded, every grain of sand here still carries a faint force of the Warp.

"Return to Macragge. The traitors have been expelled. They won't be coming back any time soon."

The Lord of the Limits looked back at the ruined Nuceria. The traitors had achieved their goal. On Angron's home planet, they elevated Angron to a demon and made him a puppet of the evil god of the Warp.

Angron's threat will further expand. He is well aware that he was able to fight against the Demon Primarch this time only because he was not familiar with or adapted to the opponent. Angron fought almost entirely on instinct.

There is no concept of time in the subspace. It could be a moment or a thousand years. When he faces Angron again next time, he will show his true colors.

The iron man who saved the original body's life at the most critical moment quietly turned back into its original obelisk appearance and disappeared on the spot under the illumination of the transmission beam.

Guilliman looked deeply at the marks on the ground. It turned out that Roche had hidden some cards. How could the Doomsday Ark from the Golden Age be without an Iron Man?

But he did not express his opinion. The danger of Iron Man does not need to be repeatedly emphasized. Since Luo Xi dared to deploy it on the battlefield, it also means that he has certain countermeasures.

"The reason why you don't show it directly is because you are afraid that I will become suspicious? Hateful intelligence is indeed the enemy of mankind, but it may not be impossible to use it in the current situation. You underestimate my tolerance." The Primarch showed a helpless smile, which immediately attracted the attention of the ever-victorious soldiers around him.

Is my father happy about defeating the traitor?

The Ultramarines recovered the Titans that fell on the battlefield, while the heavy tanks were left behind. Producing these vehicles was not difficult for the 500 Worlds of Ultramar today. Only the Titans of the Mechanicus were worth recycling.

Guilliman decided to have the Mechanicus repair and purify the Warhound Titan that crushed Angron and put it back into service, which was an outstanding achievement.

The next time he meets Angron, he can use this Titan machine that once trampled the demon primarch to fight again.

As for the name... let's change it to Angron Trampler.

The mortal auxiliaries and Astartes who had died in Nuceria were gathered up and their remains burned to ash in the promethium flame.

These corpses, which are contaminated with a large amount of Warp power, cannot be taken away. Experience and lessons have told everyone how dangerous corpses contaminated by Chaos power are.

Taking the Thunderhawk gunship, Guilliman returned to the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

Pharmacists and technical sergeants rushed forward and nervously checked the condition of the Gene Father. After confirming that he was fine, all the Extreme Warriors breathed a sigh of relief.

A strong sense of humiliation emerged in the hearts of the ever-victorious army. They almost made an irreparable mistake again.

Guilliman was unaware of the intense guilt and remorse that was building in his sons' hearts, and he never blamed them.

"My lord, what should we do with Nukeria?" Hill took off his red helmet, attached it to the magnetic device at the back of his waist, and asked the Primarch about his plans.

"There are no living humans in Nuceria anymore. The World Eaters destroyed all the buildings and ruins, not to mention the traces of large-scale demonic activity..."

"Execute the extermination order and completely block the news about Nukeria. Don't let others know what happened in Nukeria."

Guilliman hesitated for a second, but decided to issue the extermination order.

He suddenly understood why the Emperor always maintained a closed attitude towards the Warp. Even to his sons, he was unwilling to reveal any information.

The Warp is so dangerous that even the mere knowledge of the power of Chaos can corrupt people's hearts.

"Imperial Truth is a very effective lie, but it is a lie after all, and it will inevitably be exposed one day."

Nuceria's existence is no longer of any use, but instead becomes a potential disaster.

Chapter 98 Bitter Ideal

The Primarch's orders were swiftly given, and the bipolar cyclone torpedoes and atmospheric incineration torpedoes stored on board the Macragge's Glory and the Amaterra were released upon the devastated planet.

It was the homeworld of one of the Primarchs, but henceforth there would be no more record of Nuceria in Imperial databases.

It will be completely erased, and only the most deeply confidential files will lie dormant in the archives forever.

After the atmospheric incineration torpedo entered the atmosphere of Nuceria, it quickly ignited the oxygen free radicals in all the gases, triggering a chain combustion reaction, and all oxidizable substances in the atmosphere turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Planetary-scale firestorms can be clearly seen from space, as storms caused by violent atmospheric activity carry flames out of the atmosphere and then fall back to the surface under the pull of the planet's gravity.

Nuceria is burning like a new star.

The bipolar cyclone torpedoes accelerated and penetrated deeply into the planet's core. The energy in the core began to react violently under the induction of the cyclone torpedoes.

It will be blown into several huge pieces by the huge energy contained in its core.

A habitable planet that was originally suitable for human survival can only be completely destroyed after the invasion of demons. This is an extremely heavy price to pay. Any habitable planet in the vast ocean of stars is precious.

Most of them are the products of transformation by human pioneers in the distant past, and natural planets that are completely suitable for humans are extremely rare.

Before leaving the star system, the fleet of the XIII Legion laid a large number of hidden space mines in the planetary system of Nuceria. The dense minefield will destroy any ship that attempts to approach the planet.

Some hidden listening stations have also been scattered throughout the asteroid belt, disguised as natural meteorites, floating aimlessly in space.

They can absorb solar radiation as energy and wake up at regular intervals to report on the situation in Nuceria.

The Ultramarines will keep monitoring this traitor homeworld for quite some time to prevent the remnants of the World Eaters from causing trouble again.

Although the Battle of Nuceria did not kill the two rebel leaders, Guilliman still commended the Ultramarines Legion.

The combined Shadow Crusade of the World Eaters and the Word Bearers had been thwarted, and the losses they had suffered at Amatra had brought the Legion to the brink of disintegration.

They will definitely need a long time to recuperate before they can pose a threat to the Five Hundred Worlds again.

However, as rebels, these two legions no longer have supply support from the imperial world. They can only choose to forcibly rob or capture some worlds for replenishment.

From the moment the rebellion began, time was not on the side of the rebellious primarchs. They had the upper hand, but that did not mean they would always have the advantage.

Guilliman was certain that he would return to the Throneworld before Angron and Lorgar recovered, and bring the Arch-Traitor Horus back to the Emperor's throne to face his judgment.

The victorious Ultramarines fleet did not continue the Warp jump, but chose to return to Macragge in conventional sublight speed.

"We have driven out the rebellion of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters with a bitter but joyful victory."

Guilliman held a glass of rare red wine from Macragge in his hand, while his mortal advisor stood beside him, tasting the fine wine of the Five Hundred Worlds together.

"But we have to admit that Lorgar has achieved part of his strategic goals: the Ruinstorm is still raging, and the Warp Storm that started from Calth shows no sign of abating. The Five Hundred Worlds and the territories of the Empire, and even the interior of the Five Hundred Worlds, are cut off by the storm."

The light of the Terran Astronomican could no longer be seen in the Far Eastern Star Region, and entering the Warp became a suicidal act that relied entirely on luck.

Luo Xi took a sip. He was actually not good at drinking. This had not changed much since he was born at the end of the second millennium, but now he had learned to savor what was in the cup.

Being able to drink a familiar glass of wine ten thousand years later made the most precious time in his memory more vivid.

With the help of alcohol, Luo Xi was able to temporarily forget about the rotten Milky Way.

"At least in the past, I didn't have to worry about rebellions breaking out somewhere or being massacred by lunatics who believed in the Chaos Cult." Roche raised his glass slightly, while Roboute turned sideways to clink his glass.

The exquisite glass crafts made a crisp clash sound, and the two drank it all in one gulp.

"This is your business, the great Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor." Luo Xi tilted the wine glass slightly, weighed it, and indicated that he had not left a drop.

"Is this a past habit?" Guilliman also learned to tilt the wine glass over. His movements were exactly the same, and even some of Roche's extremely subtle personal habits were imitated.

"But you did not sit idly by, did you? If there was a first prize for this battle, it would definitely be you." Guilliman did not hesitate to praise him.

Luo Xi was a little speechless, but still shook his head and said helplessly: "You know, I am just a little soft-hearted. I really can't ignore so many people being killed in cruel wars. You have to understand the values ​​of an old antique from ancient times."

"Cherishing human life is a beautiful quality inherited by mankind, and we should do everything possible to nurture it." Guilliman is different from most of the Primarchs. Although he is not as kind as Vulkan of the Salamanders, cherishing life is also a virtue of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

The two stood together on the bridge, looking at the dark void through the porthole.

The destructive storm obscured the light of a large number of stars. It not only raged in the warp space, but also demonstrated its power in the real universe.

The fleet now relies on the star map in the Thinker system to locate and move, so as not to lose its way.

Guilliman remained silent, looking down as if thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about? Don't be shy. It's nice to chat casually after the war."

"Thinking too much will only cause you trouble."

Luo Xi saw that the Primarch was troubled by too many thoughts. His thinking ability was too strong, which caused him to be troubled by too many worries.