Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

At the beginning of this book, I set the stage in an original star zone that has nothing to do with the official novel, which allows me to express myself freely. I wrote smoothly and readers enjoyed reading it.

But once you enter the galaxy, you will inevitably come into contact with the original settings, characters, and regions of the Warhammer system.

Warhammer is an old IP, and its settings are complex and complicated. Even veteran Warhammer fans dare not say that they know everything about Warhammer Galactica and that the information they have is completely free of errors, because the official themselves are also self-defeating.

This means that every time before I start writing, I need to look up information on places like this, for fear that there will be errors in the settings and timelines involved, which will cause my fellow Hammer fans to come to the police.

This is a painful process. My English is not very good, and I have to read a lot of the content by myself because even the translation court cannot translate it.

Of course, this is nothing. It’s reasonable to put in the effort to make a living.

But the huge amount of energy I expended did not get any corresponding rewards.

Take Karen Star and Ebon Claw from the previous chapters as examples.

The Ebon Claw is a magical artifact that can control Blackstone Fortress. In any other novel, the protagonist obtaining such a magical artifact would be an important highlight and would bring about a wave of subscription peaks.

But I can't feel happy with this book, because many readers are confused and have no idea what this thing is. I even need to write a separate chapter to explain it.

I looked back at the outline and realized that there will be many more embarrassing moments like this in the future, and this is where the headache of writing a hit article lies.

I was very restrained when writing, not daring to touch this or that, for fear of making mistakes somewhere.

It's boring for readers to read. Why aren't you happy yet after so many chapters?

This depression has been weighing me down until today.

This afternoon, I was still sitting in front of my computer, reading materials, but when I found two completely self-contradictory settings that were both from the official novel, I couldn't hold it in any longer. If GW itself is not rigorous, what's the point of me being rigorous?

So I gave up and decided to let myself go and return to my casual writing style at the beginning.

Writing in this way will inevitably conflict with the official Warhammer novels, contain many fallacies, and attract the police from Warhammer fans, but I don't care.

Just think of this as the Warhammer Galaxy of a parallel universe.

Chapter 206 Iron Man and Star Bullet

Nesaro works in the mid-level industrial area of ​​the Aishalin Hive.

Thousands of cyborg workers who have been baptized by the nano-disaster are busy in the densely packed civilian replica factories. The raw materials extracted from the quiet black domain are sent here by transport fleets, processed into various daily necessities and then transported to other planets to supply the daily needs of a large number of ordinary people in the Elincia star region.

As an industrial product production base, the material conditions in the Aishalin Hive are more sufficient than those on other planets. Workers' free meals every day come with some free snacks, and on Mondays they get yogurt.

So Nesaro got up early today because he liked yogurt and all the other foods offered in the staff cafeteria.

Baked potatoes sprinkled with coarse salt, fluffy and soft cornbread, thinly sliced ​​meat mixed with various vegetables into a salad... Delicious food always brings people a good mood, especially for a Lower Nester like Nesaro who has never eaten anything good.

After breakfast, Nesaro threw the licked yogurt lid into the recycling bin and prepared to start the day's work.

"Today we have to check the energy pipelines of the nano-transformer. The demand for explosive particles has increased recently, so we need to reduce some natural gas synthesis indicators..." Nesaro walked quickly, holding a form.

His brain was better than that of the illiterate residents of the Lower Nest, and he adapted more quickly to the memories and knowledge implanted in him, so he got a relatively easy job.

"By the way, explosive particles are military resources used to produce explosive weapons. The demand for them has suddenly increased... Is war going to break out again?" Nesaro was very worried.

He was a man who had crawled out of the brink of life and death. His childhood of struggling for survival and his youth of wandering left a deep shadow on Nesaro's heart. After the Terran Expeditionary Force set out, the alien invasion and the painful experience of being tortured and killed by the Dark Eldar made his subconscious unwilling to think about it.

Now he finally had a new life, a stable job, a clean and warm home, delicious food to fill his stomach, clean water without odor, and free daily necessities. He no longer wanted to face the war, it was too heavy a topic.

"Unfortunately, the cruel reality does not allow anyone to escape..." Nesaro sighed, feeling somewhat melancholy. The knowledge bestowed by the Order of Truth gave him the time to think about life's problems.

"The truth does not change because of personal will. If the war really breaks out, all I can do now is to work hard..."

Being more careful during maintenance inspections, working hard to reduce the failure rate of the nano-transformer, and producing more resources for the production department, this is all the contribution he can make to the Star Bullet.

With heavy thoughts in mind, Nesaro came to the production unit where the nano-transformers were deployed.

"who!"

As soon as he entered the door, a huge force suddenly came and pulled Nesaro's body away.

The body transformed by the nano-disaster was no longer that of an ordinary person. In a panic, Nesaro reacted quickly. A mechanical arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him to a hidden corner in the production unit where wires were piled up.

Nesaro wanted to shout again, but another mechanical arm covered his mouth.

He had no way to resist and was dragged into a corner. Nesharo wanted to struggle, but he heard a familiar voice coming from the darkness.

"Don't scream, it's me..."

Nesaro's eyes widened, and his struggles gradually slowed down.

The mechanical arms that were wrapped around his hands and feet slowly loosened, and Nesaro managed to stand firm, frowning: "Director Gauss? Is it you?"

Under Nesaro's shocked gaze, the owner of the mechanical arm slowly walked out from the corner: a hunched body, a modified body with a large number of prosthetic limbs implanted, and a red robe with gear patterns. He was actually a technical priest from the Mechanicus.

He is the head of the Production Department No. 13 of the Aishalin Hive, the technical priest from Faya, Gauss.

He is also Nesaro's immediate superior.

"Keep your voice down and follow me." Gauss waved his hand, motioning Nesaro to follow him.

"Boss, what do you want to talk to me about?" Nesharo was a little nervous. Why was Gauss so mysterious today?

Passing through a hidden gap, Gauss brought Nesaro to a hidden triangular room.

This small room was formed by the gaps between three large buildings. Its area was less than 3 square meters and it was not registered. Even Nesaro, who had worked here for several months, did not know that such a place existed.

"Sit down." Gauss invited him to sit on the chair in the small room.

After Nesaro sat down, Gauss moved the wall to completely close the gap they came from. The small space was illuminated by only a white phosphorus bulb.

"Um, Boss, what's going on?" Seeing Gauss's mysterious look, Nesaro became even more confused: "I still have work to do..."

Gauss did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he used various instruments to scout the surroundings. After making sure that they were not being monitored, he turned around and sat opposite him. He asked in a hoarse electronic voice, "Nesaro, are you satisfied with your current life?"

"Um... of course I am satisfied?" Nesaro felt a little puzzled. "I have a suitable job now. The daily necessities I need are provided free of charge. Any illness or injury will be cured by the nanorobots in my body. There is nothing I am dissatisfied with."

Perhaps the remaining aristocracy would complain because they could no longer enjoy the luxuries of the past, but he was already satisfied.

"Hmph, using such a comfortable life to wear down people's fighting spirit... Have you ever thought that behind the comfort, there may be a huge crisis hidden?" There was a red light flashing in Gauss's righteous eyes, and his tone was serious.

"Ah? A huge crisis?" Nesaro cast a suspicious look at Gauss.

Gauss snorted coldly, said something shortsighted, and then said: "Nesaro, most of the residents in the lower levels of the hive are stupid, only you are smart, so I will only tell you this:

Since the Order of Truth took over planets such as Aishalin and Fafner, almost everyone in the Far East Star Region has been implanted with nanorobots. Do you understand the hidden dangers?"

Before Nesaro could speak, Gauss continued, "Even the advanced prosthetics provided by the Mechanicus to the dignitaries often have some hidden backdoor programs just in case. The planetary-scale prosthetic transformation carried out by the Truth Adeptus involves more than tens of billions of people!

...The nanorobots in your body can help you heal diseases and repair injuries, but they can also easily kill you! The Star Bullet has unknowingly taken control of the entire Far East Star Region, and the life and death of everyone depends on his thoughts."

Nesaro was stunned. He was not a stupid man. After listening to Gauss's words, he quickly thought of some things, such as - the bottom nest.

After the Aishalin Hive was brought under the jurisdiction of the Order of Truth, the huge base nest of the Aishalin Hive was emptied, and all the people in the base nest disappeared mysteriously, without a single survivor.

"Are you saying that Lord Star-Ballist relies on nano-plague to control us, and once any of us goes against his will, we will be immediately killed by the nanorobots in our bodies?" Nesaro asked.

Gao Si nodded: "That's right, Nesaro, are you really willing to let your life and death be controlled by others..."

"Why not?" Nesaro smiled, "I don't intend to do anything against the will of the Star Bullet Master. I'm not afraid of the backlash from the nano implants."

"You..." Gao Si's words of persuasion were stuck in his throat before he could even finish them.

Yes, what kind of life did the lower nest civilians like Nesaro live in the past? To say that life was worse than death was too light. It was the Order of Truth that gave him a decent job, allowing the imperial civilians who were once worse than pigs and dogs to live a human life.

What reason did he have to oppose the Star Bullet that brought him this kind of life? Even if the nano implants were really deadly, even if the Order of Truth imposed a reign of terror on Aishalin that "those who oppose me will die", so what?

No matter how brutal a rule is, can it be more brutal than the Human Empire?

"Short-sighted!" Gauss's mechanical arm swung angrily, revealing a look of disappointment: "The fleet of the Order of Truth liberated Aishalin from the greenskins and rebuilt order here. I can understand your gratitude to the Star Bullet. But have you ever thought about what kind of crisis is hidden behind the seemingly beautiful life?"

"Ah? There are still crises?" Nesaro frowned. He wanted to ask where there were so many crises...

"Yes, crisis." Gauss nodded. "For example, the Star-Ballist is just a puppet. The one who truly controls the Far East Star Region is actually an Iron Man, an evil Iron Man..."

Chapter 207 Traveling far away

Under Nesaro's dull gaze, Gauss told him about his experience.

Gauss was originally a priest of the local branch of the Mechanicus in Falla, and even participated in the earliest construction of the Seekers' Base and the Orc War in Falla.

It was during that war that the Martyrs Expeditionary Fleet, led by Chapter Master Miraak, ordered the Seekers Base to rush to the Battle Moon together with the Pilgrim Fleet to create an opportunity for the subsequent general offensive.

Gauss naturally didn't want to sacrifice himself for this, so he planned to escape, but the Seekers Base rushed towards the Battle Moon on its own.

A mechanical girl without any organic components forcibly took over the Seeker and rushed into the battlefield.

"Without a doubt, she... no, it, it is an iron man! Carrying an evil abomination of intelligence!" Gauss became more and more excited as he spoke, and his hoarse electronic voice actually became sonorous:

"After discovering the secret of the Iron Man, it wiped out my relevant memories. As an ordinary Mekhanite believer, I worked under the command of Sage Spangler. The Iron Man has been following Governor Faya as his 'secretary' until now."

Finally, Gauss added: "What a good secretary! Even Governor Falla is just a puppet of this secretary."

Nesaro touched his chin and asked, "Since your memory has been erased, um, I am not well educated and don't know much about the Mechanicus, but it seems that you high-level priests all use data processing centers to store memory data, right? Since that data has been erased, how do you remember what happened at that time?"

"Ah, this." Gauss was speechless for a moment.

Yeah, how did you think of it?

In fact, Gauss himself didn't know how he remembered this. He had worked under Spangler for hundreds of years. In recent years, he was transferred to Aishalin to manage the No. 13 production unit. Recently, he has been busy licking... research! Researching the precise and beautiful nano-transformer...

But recently, this long-lost memory suddenly came to my mind.

Was there a mistake in Iron Man's amnesiac? Or...?

Gauss was a little angry because he couldn't justify himself. He began to try to start from other aspects:

For example, the Star-Bombards were using biological fleets to fight against the Zerg aliens; the dialectical materialism preached by the Truth Adeptus was a heresy; the unknown technologies used to transform the hives had not been certified as harmless by the Mechanicus...

Gauss repeatedly demonstrated the heretical nature of the evil Iron Man regime from multiple angles, trying to persuade Nesaro to secretly oppose the management of the Order of Truth with him, and finally he succeeded. Nesaro was indignant and said that this was no longer an ordinary heresy! He must report it to the state religion and impose severe punishment!

Gauss was overjoyed. This was the first partner he had recruited since he regained his memory.

Then Nesaro left the small room and turned around to send a real-name reporting email to Governor Aishalin's public mailbox.

The exposed Gauss was quickly taken away by the law enforcement team, and Nesaro was promoted to the new supervisor of Production Unit No. 13 due to his outstanding performance. By the way, he also got the hidden little room as his tea room when he was slacking off, and his life became more comfortable.

Yes, in the Hive of Aishalin, a lower-level manager can already get a small supply of tea/coffee beans, as well as beverages with not too high alcohol content.

Nesaro was drinking hot black tea in the tea room, looking at the production indicators on the coffee table with some distress.

"The demand for explosive particles and special alloys is increasing, and the power sword forge is also working overtime...Do our local armed forces need so much equipment?"

"Or are you selling arms abroad?"