Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

He watched as Guilliman lifted up the data-slate and kissed it gently.

This feeling……

"Ahem, the genetic recognition system requires some body fluids for identification, and it is too troublesome to take off my full body armor. In comparison, kissing is the quickest way." Guilliman explained quickly. He felt that Roche was starting to have some strange ideas again.

The mortal consultant showed an expression that every man could understand.

"You can actually spit, it will have the same effect, it just isn't very pretty."

Guilliman put down the data tablet in his hand with a frown on his face. He felt that his energy-cultivation skills still needed to be honed.

In front of Luo Xi, he was always prone to violent mood swings.

Above the sky, the starports suspended in space began to relax control, the layers of void shields slowly disappeared, and the defense system blocking Macragge from the outside world began to standby.

As the defenses were withdrawn, many warships began to enter Macragge from outside the atmosphere.

Roche saw a flock of pitch-black storm birds. The edges of those high-performance aircraft were dotted with dark green, just like the lush primeval forests of Caliban.

Behind these high-speed aircraft were dozens of neatly arranged Thunder Eagle gunboats and other troop transports flying at predetermined intervals and speeds.

"The discipline of the Dark Angels is evident in the perfect synchronization of the aircraft in the air. Their flight is an elegant art, just like that of a human dancer," said Roche.

While the Ultramarines demonstrated the sheer size of their army and the power of war with its martial virtues, the Dark Angels did the opposite, showing off their skills and control as soon as they appeared on the scene.

“So can we. The Ultramarines are equally skilled,” Guilliman countered.

Guilliman always acted like this whenever he was compared to the Lion's Dark Angels, and Roche had caught his sore spot.

The first four Stormbirds to land stopped beside the Colonnade with perfect precision. These flying vehicles were perfectly framed within the wireframes drawn on the ground, as if the guiding standards were drawn later.

In addition to absolute precision in space, their control over time is also extremely exaggerated. Every four Stormbirds land at the same time interval accurate to the second. They are neatly aligned, like copies of the same carrier.

The landing hatch opened and teams of Dark Angels landed from the aircraft.

These Dark Angels, wearing shiny dark green power armor, lined up in perfect harmony. They quickly transformed from the standard ten-by-ten formation into a double-row formation. The sequence of the Dark Angels' squad was broken up, but their rhythm was not disrupted at all, as if it was natural.

"It seems that the discipline of the Dark Angels is beyond doubt. It really opens my eyes."

Roche exclaimed in exaggerated praise as expected, and beside him, Guilliman clenched his fist silently.

He decided to let his hero Valentus Doro prepare for the discipline training of the Ever-Victorious Army after this matter was over. The Ultramarines should also do their best in discipline.

The Dark Angels began to change their formation according to the predetermined arrangement, and soon formed a horseshoe formation facing Guilliman. A total of two thousand Dark Angels began to march towards the Titan's Gate.

The two thousand warriors seemed to be one. They drew their power swords, twirled their bolt pistols, and began a magnificent weapons drill.

No, not all of them were bolt pistols, but more of some strange beam weapons. The Primarch had seen similar things in his memory, but had never seen weapons in the hands of the Dark Angels.

There is no doubt that these are special equipment collected by these Dark Angels. Many of them are unique and come from Terra or various human worlds.

The Dark Angels are the oldest of the Astartes Legions, and they keep more secrets than even Guilliman knows.

But Guilliman had heard some rumors about the Dark Angels. There were reports that there were many secret organizations and invisible classes within the Dark Angels. They divided each other based on knowledge, power and trust, forming complex inner circles one after another.

Guilliman thought this was most likely a rumor. How could a legion have such a strange legion culture?

The soldiers of the First Legion appear aloof and mysterious, which may be a habit they had to rely on themselves in the early days of the founding, rather than the influence of some legion culture.

Two thousand Dark Angels stopped their movements without any warning. They were as precise as men of iron, standing still quietly. Anyone could only describe this precision as perfect.

"My brother and his legion seem to have a lot of time to train in discipline," said Roboute in a sour tone.

Because after the silence, the dark angels began to change their formations again, forming hexagram, triangle, arc, diamond and other formations, the complexity of which was no less than a fierce battle.

When the Dark Angels stopped again, the man Guilliman had been waiting for finally arrived.

After forming a V-shaped formation, the Dark Angels looked directly at the Stormbird in the front. Then the hatch opened, and the man known as the Lion finally revealed his true face.

Ryan was not wearing a helmet, but a dark armor embellished with Martian gold edges. His long golden hair fluttered in the wind, exuding strong confidence and unruly wildness.

Even though they were separated by a long distance, when Luo Xi's eyes met with the other person's for an instant, he felt a strong sense of oppression and palpitations.

It seemed that it was not a Primarch, but some kind of beast disguised as a human.

Chapter 188 I'm Sorry, Lord Guilliman

Not only Roxi, even Guilliman felt his heartbeat stop for a moment when he looked into his brother's eyes, and even his natural breathing amplitude and frequency increased.

Only Guilliman knew that at that moment, Lionel Johnson had placed most of his oppression on him, and they were engaged in an invisible battle of wills.

However, the result is clear, the Lord of the Limits is slightly inferior in momentum.

The Lion was one of the most skilled in fighting among all the Primarchs. When it came to close combat, Guilliman believed that the Lion was more likely to have the upper hand.

But if you really want to decide the winner, you have to have a real fight with real weapons.

After all, 80% of the Primarchs believed themselves to be stronger than 80% of their brothers, while the remaining 20% ​​believed themselves to be stronger than all of them.

The lion was accompanied by two high-ranking commanders of the Dark Angels, namely Deathwing Commander Houguin and Dreadwing Commander Redros.

Hou Guin held a six-foot-long two-handed sword, and his shoulder armor was painted with a gorgeous crossed sword emblem, while Redros held a huge battle axe. Compared with Death Wing, his temperament was more rough and bold, and his arrogance and ferocity were visibly visible to the naked eye.

Guilliman looked at Roshi, "You will come with me to see Lion, and Grod, you two will stay with me."

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment. Why was he asked to greet the Lion King, and he was just a projection?

"We have signed an alliance. Roshi, you and I are allies. We have the same status in Macragge." Guilliman said seriously, "Of course you have to go with me to see Lion. Don't worry, my brother is not a pedantic person."

"and many more!"

At this moment, the Space Wolves that had been wandering nearby suddenly rushed out, and the leader Faffnir called out to the Primarch. This group of Space Wolves were extremely excited, like Huskies who had found their target.

"And we, my lord, please take the Space Wolves."

"You want to go with me? Why now?" Guilliman scolded them when he felt that these wolf cubs were showing signs of losing control.

"You once promised us that my hunting pack could always follow you and monitor you." Faffnir retorted, citing what Guilliman had originally said.

The Wolf's stubbornness was a headache. Lion was almost at the bottom of Titan's Gate, and Guilliman couldn't let his brother wait there.

Guilliman raised his voice: "Don't challenge my patience, Wild Wolf. My meeting with Lion is a matter between two legions. Don't mess around at this time!"

If it were a normal Space Marine, he would have chosen to obey orders long ago after receiving such a harsh rebuke from the Primarch, but unfortunately this was a Wild Wolf.

“But my lord, this is not just about the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels.” Faffnar pointed at himself and his fellow hunters, “There is also us, the Space Wolves. Although we are only ten people, we are also a legion.”

"The son of Leman Russ must not be absent from this meeting. It would bring shame upon the Wolf King."

"If we meet with the Dark Angels, then things will not only concern you." Faffnar grinned with a resentful expression, and his huge canine teeth made strange noises when rubbing against each other.

"Regarding the feud with Duran, we have carried out this tradition every time the Dark Angels and Space Wolves meet."

The stubbornness of the Space Wolves gave Guilliman a headache. He couldn't just spend a few seconds here to beat the Wolves down.

In desperation, he could only order the wild wolves to follow him obediently and not act arbitrarily.

Fafennal readily agreed, and Luo Xi immediately felt that letting this group of space huskies join might not be a good choice.

Can they really keep their promise?

It's hard to say.

Guilliman walked in front, with Grod, the leader of his Ever-Victorious Guard, following on one side, and Roche mixed in with the group of Space Wolves.

This should have been a most respectable meeting between the two Legions, two Primarchs, each with two outstanding Legion warriors meeting each other, but now there was a group of noisy Space Wolves following behind, making Guilliman look like the head of a small gang.

Their current meeting rituals are transforming from official encounters into a farcical spectacle akin to gangland negotiations.

"You make me look like a fool, Wolf!" Guilliman's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I'm sorry, Captain Guilliman." Faffnir apologized, but Roxi didn't hear how much apology he meant.

He felt that the Wolf Warriors around him were planning something. This came from his extremely accurate intuition. Perhaps they were not apologizing for following Guilliman stubbornly.

The distance from the landing pad to the Titan Gate was about one kilometer, which was not a short distance for the Space Marines and Primarchs to run without letting go of their hands and feet.

As the two Primarchs got closer, even the wild wolves quieted down, the powerful aura of the Primarchs eliminating all room for jokes.

The mortals watching around also subconsciously held their breath, recording this historic moment: the Lord of the Dark Angels and the Lord of the Ultramarines met here.

Two loyal legions that are even more valuable in comparison to the traitors.

Lion studied his brother, and Guilliman responded in kind.

There are red inscriptions on the dark armor of the Lion King. Those complicated emblems and logos are the products of the complex inner ring structure within the Dark Angels Legion. On the left shoulder of the Lion King is the fur of a beast from the jungles of Caliban, which makes him look a little more fierce.

Guilliman wore a golden laurel crown on his head, and his specially made power armor was painted with a layer of gorgeous gold paint on the cobalt blue base paint. The gorgeous sky eagle decoration made him look even more heroic.

"Long time no see, brother." Ryan said.

"Yes, it has been a long time, brother," Guilliman replied.

The lion king glanced around and his eyes fell on Luo Xi's head.

A mortal.

"This is my mortal advisor and my ally," Guilliman introduced his brother, and Roche gave him a friendly greeting.

The lion frowned slightly, an illusory projection. Guilliman brought such a mortal to see him?

It was hard not to interpret this as a faux pas and a slight, but the Lions pushed it down.

He took a few steps forward, opened his long arms, and embraced Guilliman in an affectionate gesture.

The power armors collided with each other, making clear and melodious sounds.

No matter what, although the two were quite wary of each other, it was still a wonderful fate that they could meet in such a situation.

"I'm relieved to see you're okay, brother." The Lion King smiled, "Let me first talk to you about the flashing beacon in the warp. Of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to introduce me to your mortal advisor."

Guilliman was a little surprised that Lion was so easy to talk to. This was different from what he expected.

He felt that the wolf cubs behind him were about to lose their temper. Suddenly, the Primarch felt a little embarrassed. He cursed Leman Russ in his heart, and then said to Lion:

"I'm very happy to do so, but before that, I have one more thing to deal with."

The Lion King did not look surprised. He had already noticed the group of wolf cubs that smelled like wild beasts. They were obviously the offspring of Leman Russ.

Ten Space Wolves.

Ryan came in front of Faffnar and looked directly into the wolf's eyes.