Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Of course, the solar system is so large that there will still be some scattered rebels fleeing in panic. They will never choose to gather together, but will spread out like stars in the sky, each choosing a direction and leaving it to fate.

Guilliman met with Lion aboard a new Thundercloud-class planetary battleship, the Glory Eternal.

It turned out that the Laurel of Glory, which was used by the Ultramarines to support Terra, had been given to the White Scars by Roche, and it was clear that it was gone and would never return to the hands of the XIII Legion.

However, Roche has preserved the production dock on the Mustafar forge world in Macragge, and is still capable of producing these giant ships as long as the Lords of the Five Hundred Worlds are willing.

"Lion, this is Guilliman, Corax is with me, here we come!"

"From the Five Hundred Worlds to Holy Terra, we have gone through countless bloody battles and countless sacrifices, just for today's gathering!"

Guilliman's voice was transmitted to the command bridge of the New Caliban via signal, and there was no trace of joy in meeting his brother on Lion's face.

His facial muscles were stiff, his skin was thickly wrinkled, and his stubble, due to lack of care, looked a little messy.

A thick haze enveloped him, and the air pressure dropped almost to the extreme.

"Lion, it's us! Guilliman and Corax! Please answer!"

The Lion did not respond to Guilliman, and his fleet continued to move forward until the fleets in the two directions crowded together.

After a long moment, the lion's voice responded to Guilliman.

"Come to my flagship immediately. Chagatai, Rus and the others are here."

Then Lion hung up the call without hesitation, leaving only Guilliman's call in astonishment.

"What happened? Has Terra already..."

Guilliman knew nothing. He was accompanied by a thin, pale, long-haired Primarch.

Korvas Corax, Lord of the XIX Legion's Raven Guard.

In stark contrast to Guilliman's cheerful, enthusiastic and positive aura, this Primarch has an absurdly low sense of presence.

He always pursed his lips, and the slightly downward corners of his mouth revealed an inexplicable sadness and sorrow.

Corax wears a cape made of long black feathers, and has huge jet turbine thrusters on both sides of his power backpack, allowing him to fly long distances when needed.

"Brother, Ryan and the others didn't act too excited, which means Terra's condition has stabilized."

The Crow King advised, vaguely realizing what had happened.

"Then let's go. What on earth is Ryan doing? He has such a cold attitude..."

Guilliman was not suspicious. He brought his Ever-Victorious Guard and Corax on a barge to the boarding port of the New Caliban.

The airtight hatch opened, and a stream of warm and humid air gushed into space, and then the moisture in it condensed into ice crystals and floated away.

A metal enclosed passage extended from the barge, directly connecting to the interior of the New Caliban's cabin.

Guilliman strode forward, the heavy thump of his power boots with each step, heralding the arrival of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

Corax, who was following him, a little behind him, walked without making any sound. He was like a floating ghost, appearing and disappearing.

"Corax, can't you make some noise? You're giving me the creeps."

"You should walk like a normal human being."

Guilliman complained somewhat helplessly. In his eyes, Corax was undoubtedly a younger brother. He was one of the last few Primarchs to return, and his personality was extremely low-key and introverted.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Corax's voice was a little low and hoarse, like the whisper of a ghost floating in the air.

Then the Dark Raven Lord tried to control his steps to make a sound, but still failed. His footsteps were not as obvious as the sound of the resonance of the battleship's cabin.

Guilliman was speechless. He no longer forced his little brother. It was simply too difficult to make him make a sound.

Led by a team of Dark Angels, Guilliman arrived at the bridge deck, where one could still smell the smoke of war which had not yet been completely dispelled.

Guilliman didn't care. He had fought his way through five hundred worlds and had experienced countless wars, big and small, so he was naturally not surprised.

"Ryan!"

"My brothers!"

Guilliman called out loudly, his voice even echoing in the cabin.

The Macragge man keenly observed the dark angels around him and found that there were fewer familiar faces among them, and it was obvious that they had all died out.

The Dark Angels have shed enough blood for the Empire.

The figure of a lion was walking from afar, followed by Chagatai Khan and the wolf king Rus. The three giants as tall as mountains were enough to attract everyone's attention.

But why do they look so bad?

Guilliman instinctively sensed danger, but he did not understand where it came from.

Lion came closer, too close, so close that Guilliman had no time to dodge the huge fist.

Lion King Flying Head Punch!

The Caliban didn't hold back at all, and his punches were so fast that even the afterimage disappeared.

Guilliman instinctively tried to resist, but he only raised his arm halfway before he flew backwards.

Compared to Ryan, who has now awakened the ability to teleport in the forest, he is far inferior.

Corax pounced out suddenly, like a frightened crow with its feathers standing on end, and tightly protected the fallen Guilliman. The lightning claws in his hands activated the decomposition field without hesitation, lighting up a deep blue arc of electric current.

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared to that damn Macragge man, the Raven King in front of him gave him a strong sense of threat.

The Raven King did not fight back, he simply protected Guilliman, giving him time to stand up.

"Ryan! What are you doing!?"

Guilliman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat out saliva mixed with blood. Immediately, this liquid, which was comparable to a super-strong acid, corroded the deck with a sizzling sound.

The Ever-Victorious Army immediately surrounded the Gene-Father. These powerful warriors wearing Star-type Terminator armor were like a mountain of people, separating Guilliman and Lion with storm shields and power swords.

The First Chapter Captain Marius Gage and the Think Tank Director Titus Prieto, who were accompanying them, were on high alert, ready to evacuate the Dark Angels' flagship with their father at any time.

"What am I doing?"

Ryan took off his lion sword from his waist and handed it to the Deathwing Grand Master Hou Guin beside him.

He didn't want to go to war with his brother.

They have shed enough blood.

Guilliman also saw that his brother did not want to see blood, otherwise he would have been targeted by the relic-level weapons of the Dark Angels.

The Macragge followed suit and handed his sincere dagger to Gage.

He flexed his fists and feet, and moved in circles with Ryan as if they were fighting in a duel pit.

"We still have to ask you what you did!"

"Guilliman, Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, King of the Far East, Ambitious Man, the reinforcements that have been delayed!"

"We trust you so much, but where were you during the final battle on Terra?"

"Answer me!" Ryan yelled, "Where are you!!"

Ryan roared like a lion, and countless messy dark branches appeared around him, as if they had spread directly from the virtual world to the real universe.

Guilliman was stunned. He tried to explain it all with his own materialistic ideas.

Is this Ryan's psychic power?

Macragge's feeling of uneasiness was magnified. He tried hard to dodge Ryan's fists and asked questions as fast as he could.

"I want to see my father!"

"You are not worthy to see my father. He was seriously injured in the duel with Horus and is now sleeping on the Golden Throne!"

Lion's fighting style has never been fixed. He changed his fist into an elbow and hit Guilliman's abdomen hard, making him grimace in pain.

"I want to see Sanguinius!"

"Sanguinius? He was so close to death that he is now unconscious and trying to survive in stasis. The same is true for Curze!"

Lion's sweeping kick disrupted his brother's center of gravity. Guilliman was unable to dodge and half-knelt on the ground in an instant.

"I want to see Luo Xi!"

The Lion King grabbed Guilliman's neck with his palm, and then with a terrifying force, he lifted up the heavy Primarch, including his armor.

"Roshi has gone to save humanity, risking almost certain death!"

"We may never see him again in this life. Are you happy?"

The hand on Guilliman's neck suddenly loosened, and he fell heavily to the ground, gasping for breath.

"How could this happen? Impossible!"

Guilliman, who had been ready for the reunion, was completely frustrated several times. He couldn't see the Emperor, Sanguinius, Curze, and Roche?

Ryan leaned over and picked up a photo on the ground.

It was a photo of Roche and Guilliman, taken on the day they had planned to cross the Eldar Webway and rush directly to Terra's aid.

In the photo, Roche and Guilliman were smiling happily, excited that they could come to Terra's aid.

Just now during the fight, Lion saw the photo that Guilliman had hidden in his armor, and then he stopped and let him go.

Originally, according to his plan, he wanted to give Guilliman a lesson that he would never forget, but for Roche's sake he gave up.

Guilliman immediately snatched it back and carefully replaced it inside his armor.

"Nothing is impossible, Guilliman, my brother. You missed the entire Battle of Terra."

Ryan suddenly exhaled deeply, then patted his brother's shoulder armor helplessly with his hand.

The Lion King seemed very disappointed, although everything was not so bad that it was out of control.

But if he had worked harder and been stronger, perhaps the Emperor would not have fallen asleep, Roche would not have left, and Sanguinius and Curze would not have been on the verge of death.

He is still too weak.

Guilliman also realized what he had missed. He just stood there in a daze, while Russ and Khan just looked at him with helplessness and sorrow in their eyes.

In fact, everyone understood that the Dark Gods would not allow Guilliman to return to Terra, because in that case Horus would have no chance at all.

He also tied down many of the rebel forces, constantly pressing them from the rear and destroying their manpower.

However, they were holding a grudge in their hearts. They hated Guilliman and also hated themselves.