Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The body of the Midnight Haunter was shaking, like a mortal shivering in his blanket after catching a bad cold.

Whenever he closed his eyes, those extremely chaotic images would come to his mind, as if a big hand was forcing some messy information into his brain, and then weaving a torrent of illogical information.

Conrad Koz could only passively watch those scenes from the future.

Some of them come from the next second, and some even come from thousands of years later.

Only Conrad himself knew that his prophetic vision was not about watching other people's lives, but about personally participating in them. To him, everything was no different from the real thing.

Those familiar yet unfamiliar figures flashed by one by one, and the Midnight Haunter saw what would happen next through the prophecy.

He squatted down helplessly. The frantic psychic prophecy made his mental state even more unstable. This was more of an eternal torture than a gift. Fate grabbed his throat and forced him to drink the poisonous wine of the prophecy.

"Macragge, my most innocent brother, here I come."

Midnight Haunter's cloak had been torn into rags. Various stains were stuck to the equipment, emitting a foul stench. Only the faint red light from the surroundings could illuminate his sharp claws.

The air was filled with poisonous air that was deadly to mortals, but the Nostramo simply felt that the exhaust gas reminded him of the dark and humid environment of his home planet.

The battleship is in the process of jumping, and the warp engine inside the ship is releasing huge energy to tear down the barrier between the High Heaven and the real universe.

The hunted beast felt that his internal organs were being torn apart by the two intertwined forces, reality and illusion, soul and reality, and he roared in a low voice as if in pain, but also in enjoyment.

He laughed wildly and arrogantly, and his fangs, which were still covered with rotten flesh and blood, flashed a dangerous cold light.

Conrad knew that from this moment on, the prison that held him could no longer hold him.

Now, it's time to have some fun with his good brother, Lion's Jonson, who is determined to become the Warmaster.

The violent energy dissipated into the real universe, and the Mandeville point of the galaxy, which was closely observed by countless eyes, showed a horrific energy reaction.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"A huge energy reaction occurred at Mandeville Point!"

"The cruiser fleet is in place, the star fortress is in place, and the orbital defense platform is in place!"

"The battle planet Amatra is turning, be careful to avoid gravitational anomalies!"

The alarm of war spread quickly throughout the Macragge system, and all facilities designed to guard against invaders were activated instantly.

At this moment, the coronation ceremony for Roboute Guilliman was being prepared by Lady Euton and many planetary governors and public ministers.

Soon, they will announce the official establishment of the Second Empire. This newly born human empire will take over the burden of the old empire and continue human civilization in the eastern border of the galaxy.

The sudden war alarm disrupted the order at the scene. Guilliman was surprised, but a look of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

He stopped and stood before the throne prepared for him.

The laurel wreath in Lady Euton's hand is about to be placed on Roboute's head.

"The ceremony is temporarily suspended, the war is coming!"

When the war came, the Primarch finally had enough reason to put those trivial matters behind him, and everything would have to wait until the dust settled before making a final decision.

Countless information and intelligence were spreading in the void, and the forces of the entire galaxy were urgently gathering to prepare to deal with the unknown enemy.

"Who is the enemy? My brother who holds a grudge against me? Or those traitors who dare not show their faces?"

Guilliman entered the supreme command post accompanied by Grod, leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, and Auguston, the field commander, while Roche's virtual projection also appeared in the seat of the mortal adviser.

When the summarized intelligence was conveyed, Guilliman was shocked, and the excitement on his face was gone.

"Who is coming?" Luo Xi asked.

"The Dark Angels, here come those fucking Dark Angels!", Guilliman was roaring.

Chapter 178 Even Ruth

The Dark Angels, the first Astartes Legion created by the Emperor, and the template for all subsequent Legions.

They are also the most mysterious and powerful of all the legions, and no one can deny that.

Guilliman vaguely felt a strong malevolence coming from somewhere. Why, why was it the Dark Angel that came?

It didn't matter who it was, even Ruth.

But why the Dark Angels? I wonder if his mysterious brother, the great Lion King Lion Elon Jonson, is on the arriving ship.

If Jonson wasn't here, then everything wouldn't be so bad.

"Stay alert and follow my orders."

Guilliman ordered as much restraint as possible, but he no longer had the naivete he had before the Battle of Calth, and if the Dark Angels showed signs of attacking, he would not hesitate to strike first.

Those warships and weapon arrays that were large enough to cover the sky were already aimed at Mandeville Point. Even if it was the Dark Angels that came, there was no chance for them to survive.

Indomitable Truth, bridge command platform.

Under the impact of the warp storm, the Dark Angels' flagship is shaking violently, but everything is under control.

"Be prepared for impact and enter the real universe immediately."

Captain Stannis shouted loudly on the bridge, and the technicians and staff in front of him talked to each other as efficiently as possible, updating the information data of the unknown star field in front of them.

With Lion King Ryan standing behind him, Stannis turned around and reported the current situation.

The captain, who had no expression on his face due to nerve damage, gave a concise and powerful report as his master slowly sat down on the metal inscribed chair taken from Caliban.

"Fleet damage report: 0 losses"

"Star Chart Correction Report: Extreme Star Region, Macragge System"

"Radar alert: We have been targeted by numerous enemies."

"Sir, this is the home planet of the Ultramarines." The captain reported, and then a huge amount of data poured out from various channels, and after being decomposed by the data servitors, it was transmitted to the mind of the helmsman.

"The Ultramarines are questioning and warning us. We've been targeted!" The captain spoke faster but still maintained his composure.

Even without looking at the light spots approaching quickly on the bird servant screen, everyone on the ship could see the densely packed interception fleets and the accelerating Void Star Fortress with just the naked eye.

In the wider space, the minefield reaction and orbital defense systems continued to show their presence to the Indomitable Truth's scanning system.

"What the hell is that!"

The Ultramarines' fleet, star fortresses and other counterattacks were all within the Lion King's expectations, although the number was a few hundred million more than he thought.

It was not until the battle planet Amaterra, spewing thousands of dazzling blue plasma tails, appeared in the field of vision that Leon Johnson's eyes finally became serious.

Based on the information collected by the aviary and scanning array, the meditators of the Indomitable Truth determined that the battle planet Amaterra was an enemy posing a deadly threat. The flagship's macro cannons and some forbidden weapons were being warmed up, ready to attack the oncoming planet at any time.

"Guilliman, what on earth are you doing here?"

The flagship's navigator, Lady Selaline Fiona, came in front of the Lion King. She looked terrible, with her haggard and thin face outlining the traces of bones, while her two brothers supported her body together.

"It was that shining beam that led us here. It knew where we wanted to go, my lord. This is your brother's kingdom, the heart of Ultramar."

"I have seen it, ma'am." The lion's posture began to tense.

His captain was still faithfully reporting: "We have been subjected to a large number of questioning and data scanning. More than fifty void star fortresses and at least six cruiser fleets are forming an encirclement."

"The most important thing is that the asteroid shrouded in a certain gravitational field has entered its attack range. My lord, it is not a wise choice to fight a planet at close range."

The captain's persuasion was very tactful. After long years of war, he had fully understood the character of the lion.

This lion king from Caliban will not be afraid of any threat, even if the enemy is strong and we are weak.

Ryan was just a little nervous, just like those large cat-like beasts warming up before a combat hunt. The battle planet was a good opponent, but he was not without a way to destroy it.

He can even choose which one is the fastest, most convenient and has the least impact.

Never underestimate the hidden cards in the First Legion's relic warehouse.

"We have raised the void shield, sir. The fleet in the rear is forming a battle formation. What should we do?"

The choice of war has always been in the hands of the Lion King. The fingertips of the Caliban Lion danced on his metal throne, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

He was thinking about the pros and cons. The Lion would never act rashly. The current situation was that this branch fleet of the First Legion had been surrounded by the Extreme Warriors.

Their powerful void star fortresses, orbital platforms and weapon arrays are all aimed at the Dark Angels.

The situation is absolutely unfavorable.

Ryan's brain quickly came up with the best outcome: the Dark Angels destroyed the battle planet, destroyed more than 80% of the weapon arrays and void star fortresses, and 90% of the cruiser fleet.

But the ending is inevitable. In the hearts of the Extreme Warriors, if they choose to fight each other, they will definitely be the ones to die.

"Guilliman has made his lair into this state. Has he really chosen to betray?"

Lion was thinking about Guilliman's position. His brother's favorite thing to do was to manage his Five Hundred Worlds in the Ultramarine, a country within a country. Lion had long begun to doubt Guilliman's loyalty to the Empire.

If he was not an ambitious person, how could he be so greedy to expand his sphere of influence in the empire?

Of all the other Primarchs, none had the same thirst for territory and power as Guilliman, and these children of the Emperor had little interest in such mundane matters.

In the eyes of the Lion, only loyalty to the Emperor is absolute. He is the Emperor's eldest son and his most trusted heir. Loyalty itself is the best reward.

"Let me get through to the communication, quick!"

Ryan stood up, snatched the communicator from the captain, and shouted to the other end:

"My brother, Roboute Guilliman."

The lion's voice was transmitted to Macragge through the radio waves. "All channels broadcast, I am Lion El'Jonson, Lord of the First Legion, and I came to Macragge under the guidance of that beacon."

"I mean no harm. I repeat, I mean no harm."

"I wish to stop in orbit around Macragge and meet you, Roboute. This is Lion. Please answer."

The Lion King's voice with a special texture was hard to ignore. Inside the command post, both Roche and Guilliman heard the declaration from the Lord of the First Legion.

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief. He knew very well how powerful the First Legion was. Fortunately, the bloody conflict did not happen.

The loyalists can no longer bleed each other.

Guilliman seized the communicator and brought it to his lips, though the effectiveness of the device would not be diminished at a distance of more than ten meters.

"This is Roboute Guilliman, Lion, welcome to Macragge, please follow my guided fleet through the security check process."

"For the sake of both you and me, please abide by the rules."