Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Terra, the palace.

The tribune Diocletian was in a very, very bad mood.

He had never been so speechless in his life.

Just thirty minutes ago, Marshal Constantine Valdor of the Imperial Guards gave him the highest order.

"You must place ten Night Lords invaders within the palace and allow them to complete the Warp ritual."

"This is about whether our master can step down from the Golden Throne, Diocletian, and complete this mission."

The tribune promised the marshal that he would complete the task, but this did not prevent him from feeling extremely painful.

Only a few people know how the Custodes are trained. They are the Emperor's bodyguards rather than warriors, so their training methods are completely different from those of the Astartes.

The Imperial Guards will use a form called "Blood Game" to conduct real-life infiltration and counter-infiltration drills. They will face a variety of completely real assassinations - including randomly arranged or pre-planned actions.

It is up to the Imperial Guards themselves to find out the gaps, weaknesses, and do better next time.

Diocletian was a master at the blood game. He successfully entered the throne room twice, but was later captured by the guards of the Imperial Guards who arrived.

But now, Valdor ordered them to deliberately let a group of rebellious Space Marines who were more hateful than the Space Marines break into the palace.

Diocletian didn't know whether his body functions had begun to deteriorate, causing hearing problems and causing him to misunderstand the marshal's orders.

"Those are damned Night Lords, traitors who deserve to be burned to death in the flames of promethium!"

"Why would we let them invade the sacred palace? When those filthy claws stepped on the floor tiles of the palace, our glory was trampled."

The tribune's heart was roaring; his pride and glory were shattered the moment the order was given.

He wanted very much to refuse Waldo's order, but his discipline and the prestige of the marshal forced him to act rationally.

Diocletian had an extremely disgusting expression on his face. He had to control his superhuman body and do some humiliating things that were completely against his will. He took other guardsmen to close various traps that had been prepared in countless blood games.

They had to reduce the difficulty of infiltration, otherwise even the elite Black Armored Guards would have to pay an extremely heavy price to sneak into the palace.

Chapter 548: The Imperial Palace? Nothing special (Please follow up)

Strong winds rushed into the cabin through the open door of the Thunderhawk gunboat, violently beating the exposed skin of the crew. The dry and thin air was enough to suffocate mortals.

However, for the ten Midnight Lords in the cabin, such an environment could only make them feel extremely comfortable and cool.

Sevatar anchored himself to the deck of the cabin with the magnetic lock of his power boots, with half of his body sticking out of the cabin door.

His blue-purple power armor, similar to the Nostramo Night Armor, glowed faintly and outlined lightning patterns, which was the sign of the energy shield operating.

His exquisite and elegant oily slicked-back hair did not move at all in the strong wind. His eyes, which were pierced by scars, narrowed slightly, and he saw with incredible vision the huge golden building complex covering half of the Eurasian continent under the clouds.

That is the heart of humanity, the Palace of Terra, and the seat of the Lord of Mankind.

Even the Prince of Crows' great heart was beating faster for what he was about to do, pumping more blood into his brain.

"Prepare for orbital landing. We are going to do something that countless people dare not even dream of."

Sevatar put on the blood-red bat-wing helmet fixed on the magnetic lock on his waist, held his fine power halberd in his right hand, and jumped into the endless sea of ​​clouds without hesitation.

"Go infiltrate the palace!"

The veterans of the Black Armor Guard followed closely behind, following the Prince of Crows in a tight, hidden formation.

After passing through the empty stratosphere, the Night Lords pierced into the convective clouds filled with toxic exhaust gas and dust like a sharp knife.

The acidic rain adhered to their power armor, but was stripped away cleanly by the strong wind.

Sevatar's speed was getting faster and faster. He locked his target through the scarlet eyepiece and used the jet pack on his back to make small angle adjustments to correct his flight trajectory.

The Terra Palace, the seat of humanity's highest power, has never been successfully infiltrated by any Space Marine, or rather, in the past almost no Space Marine would have such an extremely dangerous and blasphemous idea.

They are the Emperor's superhuman warriors, born to be loyal to the Master of Mankind and the Primarch, and never come to the Imperial Palace on Terra unless summoned by the Emperor.

Under the pull of Terra's gravity, Sevatar's speed became faster and faster. The power armor behind him folded and transformed into a tail like a bat wing, deftly gaining lift from the air.

They were rapidly approaching the ground and could even see the Aegis defense system appearing and disappearing above the endless palace building.

Luo Xi told them that this [Aegis] defense system could even withstand orbital bombardment at the level of a main fleet without being affected at all. It was the ultimate insurance measure that was considered when the palace was first designed to deal with the day of extinction.

“When an indestructible fortress is born, its ultimate fate is to face a day of destruction.”

As Prince of Crows traveled through the atmosphere, the image of the astropath Atani, with whom he had psychic communication every day when he was imprisoned on the Indomitable Truth, suddenly emerged in his mind.

He even mistook the other party for the voice of the undead that he often heard in his previous mortal days, and confessed his crimes and faults, something the proud Prince of Crows had never done before.

At this exciting moment of orbital landing, Sevatar emptied his mind and couldn't help but think of Atani.

I remembered the tacit understanding between the two of them, one person talking quietly and the other listening quietly.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to tell the other party about the great feat he was doing, something no Astartes had ever done before.

+Collision Warning+

+10 km, impact preparation+

+5 km, impact preparation+

+2 km, impact preparation+

The Thinker computer of the power armor was issuing an early warning, and Sevatar could clearly see the warning characters jumping on the helmet display.

He rejected the suggestion of turning on the reverse thrust engine of the power armor, and led his team of black armor guards to stubbornly charge towards the flickering illusory defense line of [Aegis].

He chose to believe the intelligence that Luo Xi told him, that the road ahead was open and the defense system had left a gap for them.

The orbital airborne Night Lords flew through the air and plunged into the interior of the Aegis. Sevatar's hairs stood up inside his power armor. He could feel how dangerous this defense system was.

However, an invisible wave swept past, and they still passed the defense line safely, and were directly turned into cannon fodder by the power that was not stimulated.

The incomparable sense of excitement prompted the Astartes to secrete adrenaline. Their brains became clearer and more rational, and they adjusted their trajectories to reach the target area.

The power armor's engine released a powerful reverse thrust, allowing them to land safely before being smashed into meat patties.

"This equipment... is really useful." Sevatar thought to himself, then covered his tracks and activated the stealth coating on his body.

There was a flicker of creeping light, and the Night Lords disappeared.

The Night Lords sneaked into the pipes of the palace. This extremely ancient and huge building complex is located in countless unknown areas, and even their builders may have forgotten it long ago.

A complex three-dimensional network of pipes appeared on the screens of their tactical helmets, and even Astartes' memory could hardly record it in its entirety.

Just as Sevatar and others sneaked into the palace pipe, a royal guard guarding the door slowly withdrew his invisibility posture and appeared here like an oil painting.

He held the guard spear in his hand and used reason to control himself from cutting those bandits into pieces.

"They went in and let their guard down."

Sevatar's team knew nothing about this. They moved through the dark pipe network like rats, and from time to time they had to use the plasma cutters they carried to break through obstacles blocking their way.

"The Imperial Palace? It's nothing more than that."

The Night Lords went deep into the underground of the palace as if they were taking a spring outing. After they passed by, the Imperial Guards slowly emerged from the darkness in almost every corner.

They looked at these reckless invaders in silence. If it weren't for Marshal Valdan's order, they would have been wiped out even if their number had increased tenfold.

"Didn't they realize that there were antimatter bombs where they stepped? They passed through three hot-melt pipe networks and four high-energy laser corridors. As long as I didn't shut down the defense system, these dirty traitors would be cut into countless finger-sized pieces."

No one knew how many lines of defense and traps the Imperial Guards had added to the palace during the long bloody game. Every time they found a loophole, they would use ten times the redundancy to repair it.

These were the defense lines designed by the Imperial Guards with countless efforts, but now that invaders have finally arrived, they have to shut them down to allow those thieves to break in.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

Diocletian could only allow them to go deep into the basement of the palace, while at the same time he had to guard against them being bold enough to release the things imprisoned in the Shadow Prison. If one of them escaped, it could have a devastating impact on the human empire.

Sevatar vaguely felt that there seemed to be something following them from behind, but neither the auspicious device of the power armor nor their naked eyes could detect anything.

His psychic prophetic ability fell into silence after entering the palace, as if there was an invisible magic-banning atmosphere covering the place, suppressing the power of all psychics.

They entered a prison shrouded in deep darkness. Only above the doors of each cell were ancient numbers illuminated by burning candles.

"These cells hold..."

Sevatar passed by four adjacent rooms. He faintly sensed the aura of four powerful Chaos Gods. The demons corresponding to the four Chaos Gods were actually imprisoned here!

"Mad men, the Imperial Guards are all crazy, why would they imprison these things on the human home planet?"

Sevatar just felt that compared to these people, they were not crazy enough. If even one big demon escaped, half of the people on Terra would probably die.

Chapter 549 Summoning Magnus (Seeking Tracking)

Sevatar and the veterans of the Black Guard broke into the mysterious Shadow Prison, an unknown place that had never been recorded even in the oldest archives of the Eighth Legion.

Unable to distinguish the direction and distance, an invisible hazy feeling shrouded everyone. Every step they took felt like walking on the soft and muddy clouds.

It was a very repulsive feeling. Sevatar felt as if he had entered the abdomen of some unknown beast, and they were stepping on its digestive organ.

Prince Crow's keen sixth sense was frantically warning him to flee from here.

He didn't know how far he had walked. Since entering the Shadow Prison, Sevatar only felt that there was a problem with the timer set in his power armor, because according to the atomic clock inside it, they had spent three Terra days.

A dim candlelight flickered before his eyes, and Sevatar saw a huge metal door with an intriguing number ⅩⅠ written in the center of the door.

Compared to the antiquity of the four prisons that held the Chaos Demons, it didn't even look like it had experienced many years of age.

Perhaps a few decades, or even one or two hundred years. It is very likely a creation left over from the Great Crusade.

There are some beautiful patterns on the gate, which are as perfect and harmonious as the curves drawn by some artistic genius.

With the intuition of an Astartes, the Prince of Crows saw the figures of countless tragic and tragic warriors in the silent lines and curves.

But he had no time to stay. Sevatar and the black-armored guards continued to move forward, and a mind-control cage that reflected a powerful infectious force appeared in front of him.

An extremely powerful infectious force spread out from the prison, and even Astartes' willpower felt strongly shaken.

Countless phantom voices rang out from within the cage, voices of both men and women, young and old, some holy and some foul, penetrating the Night Lord's mental defenses from every possible angle.

Sevatar kept his distance from the other party in disgust. He hated anything that could modify human thoughts and minds.

Just by staying in the shadow prison, the strong discomfort made Prince Crow feel uneasy and fearful.

He had no choice but to put aside those emotions that would affect the execution of the mission and concentrate on controlling the [Token] given to him by Koz.