Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"Well, maybe not ten or eight years..." Russell muttered to himself and tried to go deeper into the boulder, hoping to find someone whose words could be used effectively.

Grey Wind followed Russell closely, holding a large hibernation capsule in her small hands. It was hard to imagine that such a slender and delicate body like a girl could possess such strange power. The painting style was very bizarre.

Russell walked along the corridor where electric sparks occasionally emitted all the way into the depths of the boulder. He did not meet anyone he could communicate with along the way. Those who did not notice him were extremely worried about the paralysis of the monastery, while those who noticed an outsider entering chose to attack him as soon as possible.

"Isn't Monolith the fortress-monastery of the Dark Angels? Why are there only mortal guards here? No Astartes Brothers to be seen." Grey Wind was holding up Miraak's hibernation capsule with one hand, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Russell shrugged and said cheerfully, "Of course we won't see any Astartes in the boulder. The Dark Angels are now on Pluto, ready to fight the oil guys up there at any time."

"Eh... internal fighting again." Grey Wind was no longer surprised by the traditional skills of the Human Empire.

She was more concerned about something else now. "But Marshal, since the Astartes are not on the Stone, and mortals have no authority to negotiate with us on behalf of the Dark Angels, what are you going to do on the Stone?"

"Negotiations." Russell smiled. "The Dark Angels are indeed not here, but there are other beings in the Stone Monastery besides Astartes and mortals."

Just as he finished speaking, a strange figure wearing a black robe, a lion helmet, and a body that was as looming as black smoke, appeared in front of him.

Chapter 216 Tuchucha

"Hello, it's our first meeting. What should I call you?" Russell's eyes were gentle as he nodded to the illusory black figure in front of him.

Huifeng was startled by the sudden appearance of the black-robed figure, and the hibernation capsule in his hand shook.

This man was thin and hunched, a little shorter than the average mortal soldier. No one could see what was under the black robe. The only thing that caught the eye was his neck: a Space Marine power armor-style helmet with wing-shaped decorations on the corners of his eyebrows and a golden lion head on his forehead.

Is this also a Space Marine? Why is he only wearing a helmet and no armor?

Grey Wind was puzzled, but Russell smiled and said, "This helmet is a sacred object of the Dark Angels. It is said to have been worn by the Primarch of the 1st Legion, Lion El'Jonson... the Lion King, so it is generally called the 'Lion Helmet'.

Although he wears a lion helmet, this guy is not a Space Marine."

A helmet has such a profound origin, it’s the sacred relic of the Lion King... Why is the result of my scan just an ordinary helmet?

Gray Wind did not speak out what he was complaining about, and asked again: "If it is not an Astartes Brother, then what is it?"

Russell restrained his smile, his calm eyes fell on the black robe in front of him, and he said lightly: "As far as I know, this 'Lion Helmet' will be worn by the Dark Angels' Grand Mentor 'Azrael' in the future. But now in the 40th millennium, Azrael has not been born. Therefore, the Lion Helmet is now kept by a special existence."

"That existence is called the Dark Watcher."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious man in black robe and wearing a lion helmet trembled all over. Obviously, Russell's predictions about the future had caused him a great shock.

Russell looked at the Dark Watcher in front of him with great interest. He slowly took off his lion helmet in shock. Even he could not see through the deep darkness under the black robe.

The Dark Watcher, a mysterious creature from Caliban.

They are silent and intelligent, able to communicate with each other through a unique telepathy, and possess a warp resistance similar to that of the Untouchables. After the fall of Caliban, the remaining Dark Watchers lived in seclusion in the Monolith, continuing to help the Dark Angels in their own unique way.

It is said that the Dark Angels who accompany the Dark Watchers are destined for greatness.

Now that most of the Dark Angels have left the fortress and are heading to Pluto and other planets to put out fires, they are the only ones left in the Stone Monastery who are qualified to talk to Russell.

"Have you seen the future...?" A low voice came from the Dark Watcher's ancient robe.

Its voice is thin and deep, like a baby crying in the deep forest at night, and light as a feather, stirring people's heartstrings. It is hard to imagine what kind of human being has such a voice.

Seeing the Dark Watcher's reaction, Russell understood that the prophecy of his future Grand Master of the Dark Angels, the Lion Helmet Wearer "Azrael", had successfully fooled the other party.

"I saw the future," Russell said. "I saw Cadia fall in war, the Eye of Terror lose its containment, the Great Rift split the galaxy in two, countless lives groaning in pain...but the lion in the depths of the stone was slow to awaken."

His words were very sophisticated, to the point, without saying a single extra word.

Sure enough, the Dark Watcher's short body began to tremble slightly.

The Dark Watcher held the Lion Helmet and said, "Are you here to wake up the lion? No... It's too early, too early..."

"I know." Russell smiled slightly: "I'm not here to look for Ryan. I'm here just to take something away."

"No!" The Dark Watcher subconsciously refuted loudly, and the cry of the sobbing baby in the deep forest was obviously louder.

After a moment, the Dark Watcher realized his mistake and said slowly: "You can't take that thing away. You can't, you can't..."

"I'm not here to discuss anything with you, I'm just letting you know."

Russell smiled and said, "And even if I don't take action, the treasure will be stolen by the Chaos Warmaster's allies, right?

Rather than waiting for a thousand years for it to be taken away by a powerful Warp who wants to ascend to godhood, it is better to hand it over to me now."

The Dark Watcher was a little hesitant. He understood very well how powerful and terrifying the man in front of him was. He also knew that if Russell insisted on robbing him, he would be unable to resist.

But when it came to "that thing", one of the three sacred artifacts, it had to hesitate.

"I cannot resist your power, and I cannot shake your will, but I will not give you 'Tuchucha', it does not belong to you." The Dark Watcher's body stopped shaking.

"If the person standing in front of you was not me, but some powerful Chaos Master, you would have been destroyed the moment you rejected me." Russell smiled with a good attitude.

He reached out his hand, gently stroked the lion helmet that the Dark Watcher was holding in his arms, and said, "The unification of the three artifacts is a major trend in history. It cannot be stopped or reversed. As the 'jailer' of Ouroboros, you should understand this better than me."

"As insiders, you cannot stop the three artifacts from uniting, but I am different. I am an 'outsider'. I can change the predetermined fate and cut off the flow of history. Handing Tuchucha to me means that this artifact will be gone forever. The three artifacts will never be able to unite."

"Make your decision, Watcher. This is your last chance to hand over Tuchucha with honor."

The implication is that if you refuse again, he will try to snatch it away.

The Dark Watcher was silent, and Russell did not rush him, because he knew that the Dark Watchers had telepathic abilities. As for the ownership of Tuchucha, it certainly needed to discuss it with other Watchers and could not make a decision alone.

After a long silence, the short figure of the Dark Watcher slowly bowed and said, "As you wish, stranger, Tuchucha is yours."

Russell nodded with satisfaction: "I am glad to have your trust. I won't let you down."

The Dark Watcher did not speak again. It floated silently into the depths of the corridor, holding the Lion Helmet, without making any sound, not even footsteps.

"Grey Wind, you stay here. The Dark Angels on the planet Pluto have already received news that the monolith has been robbed. They will be back soon. Use Miraak to deal with them." Russell said, following the Dark Watcher to the deeper part of the monolith.

"Got it, Marshal." Gray Wind puffed up his cheeks and placed the hibernation capsule flat on the ground. He sat at the tail of the capsule and silently waited for the arrival of the Dark Angels to return for defense.

She didn't say a word in the conversation between Russell and the Dark Watcher, and it was even difficult for her to understand. The Marshal was an old riddler.

"I must ask the Marshal to tell me what Tuchucha is when I get back. There are also the three sacred artifacts, the lion, the Great Rift... How many other things is he hiding from me?"

Gray Wind sat in the hibernation capsule, swinging his legs back and forth, feeling extremely depressed.

Chapter 217: Stirring the Nerves

Because the energy system was paralyzed by Grey Wind, the Stone Monastery was in chaos. Led by the Dark Watcher, Russell went deep into the stone without being discovered or noticed by anyone.

Deep in the stone monastery, in a secret room that cannot be detected by any instrument, is the destination of Russell's trip.

The Dark Watcher holding a lion helmet opened the door for him. In the lightless darkness, Russell walked forward. His visit to the boulder was not a spur of the moment decision, but a premeditated one.

"Tuchucha is inside." The Dark Watcher said softly, and his thin body melted into the darkness.

Russell looked forward as he was told. In the center of the secret room, an ancient ring-shaped instrument was embedded in a huge stone. The chaotic and dazzling sphere in the center was pulsating with a dazzling spectrum.

One of Caliban's three artifacts: Tuchucha.

Tuchucha, Ouroboros, and Plague Heart. These three ancient creations from the Old Saints are collectively known as the Three Sacred Artifacts of Caliban, and each of them has a different purpose.

Plagueheart is a strange living planet.

Ouroboros is the planetary will of Caliban.

Tuchucha is an artifact capable of precise subspace jumps and time travel.

Once the three artifacts are combined, it will cause some catastrophic consequences, so the existence called Dark Watcher has been wandering on Caliban, serving as the jailer of "Ouroboros".

"In the Unyielding Era at the beginning of the 42nd Millennium, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon teamed up with the Lesser God of the Warp Vashtor to plot against the Dark Angels. Vashtor, the God of Craftsmen, sneaked into the boulder and stole Tuchucha..."

Russell recalled the plot of the Ark of Doom in his mind, and the Tuchucha in front of him was still dancing with brilliant arcs of light:

"Vashtor is a lesser god of the Warp that was born from concepts such as technology, machinery, and munitions. It aspires to be promoted to the fifth god equal to the four gods of Chaos. To do this, Vashtor needs to collect the three artifacts of Caliban.

After combining the three artifacts into one, Vashtor will be able to obtain the key to open the sub-dimension created by the Ancient Saints, and find the 'weapons' left by the Ancient Saints in that dimension..."

It is said that the weapon is powerful enough to completely destroy the human empire and elevate a lesser god of the warp like Vashtor to a true god on the same level as the four gods of Chaos.

The duty of the Dark Watcher is to prevent the unification of the three artifacts of Caliban.

After the destruction of Caliban, Dark Angel used the fragments of Caliban's star to build the Stone Monastery. The Dark Watchers also came into the stone and continued to guard the body of the Lion King and "Tuchucha", one of the three artifacts.

It was precisely because he knew that Tuchucha would be stolen by Vashtor in the 1000nd millennium 42 years later that Russell was able to convince the Dark Watchers as a outsider to take away the artifact they had guarded for ten thousand years.

Fate was set, Tuchucha was destined to be stolen by Abaddon and Vashtor, and no matter how they struggled, they could not stop it.

But Russell can, he is a foreigner, and his existence itself is a denial of fate.

"I said, the three artifacts will not be combined into one." Russell smiled, walked to the center of the secret room, and took into his hand the ancient machine with subspace string waves constantly beating in the center.

Even if we are united, we can only be united in my hands...

He did not say the second half of the sentence and left the secret room with Tuqiucha.

While Russell was standing in front of Tuchucha and recalling the plot of Ark of Doom, dozens of Dark Angel veterans wearing dark green power armor and armed with live ammunition had returned to the boulder and immediately surrounded Grey Wind and the hibernation capsule under her butt.

After receiving the news that the Monolith had been stolen, they immediately left the Pluto Star, abandoned negotiations with the local Mechanicus and all their original plans, and quickly mobilized all ships to launch round after round of desperate assaults on the Grey Goo mothership anchored next to the Monolith Fortress.

Then came one round of defeat after another.

No ship could withstand any long-range weapon from the Grey Goo mothership head-on. The firepower of the Grey Goo mothership was far beyond the imagination of the Dark Angels.

They even suspected that even if the Dark Angels' flagship "Indomitable Truth" was present on the battlefield, it would only end up being sunk.

"Don't try to attack the mothership anymore. That will only waste the ships." Gray Wind sat on the hibernation capsule and swung his legs in a depressed mood. "Why not save your precious warships to fight against Chaos? Why do you want to die in front of me? Warships should be a very scarce resource for you."

"How can you understand the significance of the Monolith to the Dark Angels? This is our home..."

An angry Dark Angel retorted angrily, but his action was stopped by a Dark Angel next to him who seemed to have a higher status. This Dark Angel of higher status took off his helmet, revealing a sharp and resolute face, and a shiny head without a single hair:

"I am Valhart Gato, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels Chapter Deathwing. Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of speaking with you?"

“Grand Master of the Deathwing? Not the Chapter Master... Well, at least I can.” Grey Wind nodded and jumped down from the hibernation capsule. His brisk movements made the surrounding Dark Angels nervous.

Huifeng clapped his hands gently, and the hibernation capsule behind him slowly opened automatically, revealing the person sleeping inside.

"What is this?" Deathwing Grand Master Valhalter frowned slightly. He could see that Miraak in the hibernation chamber was an Astartes, but because he was not wearing armor and his mouth and nose were covered by a breathing mask, he had no way of telling which chapter this Astartes belonged to.

However, the hibernation program was soon successfully terminated, the nutrition tubes in Miraak's body were torn off, and the mask on his face was removed, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to Valhart.

"Miraak!" someone exclaimed.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the corridor was more tense than ever. The hostility of the Dark Angels was so strong that it could not be concealed by any technique.

The reason is simple: Miraak, the former leader of the Fire of Repentance, is an inner circle member of the "Unforgiven".

As the Grand Master of the Deathwing, Valhalter naturally knew the reasons for Miraak's disappearance and the erasure of the Flame of Repentance.