Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"In the 39th year of the 812th millennium, when the battle between the Far East Star Region and the Eldar of the Fordlan Ark reached a critical juncture, the Chapter Master of the Flame of Repentance, Miraak, left without saying goodbye with the remaining 32 warriors of the Chapter, and disappeared. Later, he was labeled a traitor by the Inquisition for deserting the battlefield, and his organization was wiped out..."

Grey Wind was speaking, and as the hibernation program was terminated, Miraak's vital signs began to recover in the hibernation chamber. However, the Dark Angels present were not happy about their battle brother's miraculous survival, and the atmosphere in the corridor became increasingly depressing.

Someone silently activated the decomposition force field of the power sword in his hand, and someone quietly put his finger on the trigger of the Destroyer short gun.

"What made Captain Miraak leave his post even at the risk of being labeled a deserter? I was very curious about this."

Gray Wind rolled up the hair on his temples with one finger and said softly, "Because at that time, Miraak suddenly got news about the 'Fallen Angel'..."

Before he finished his words, huge gunfire sounds flooded the corridor, and two Deathwing Sword Guards brandished power swords and rushed towards Grey Wind and Miraak with the determination to punish them.

"To defend the name of the Dark Angels!"

The Deathwing Blade Guard roared, and the buzzing power sword pierced Grey Wind's head.

Chapter 218 Isolated Angel

It is now the 40th year of the 015th Millennium, and the Dark Angels' most prestigious Supreme Grand Master "Azrael" has not yet been born in this era.

To be precise, Azrael became Chapter Master around the 41th year of the 939st Millennium, which is about 2000 years from now.

As for the current Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels, Gustav, he is a mediocre person.

Gustav's physique, swordsmanship, marksmanship, combat proficiency, political skills and many other abilities can be considered excellent... but they are only "excellent", not excellent enough to completely subdue all the company commanders under his command.

But it is precisely because of his mediocre talents that Gustav has always been a gentle and kind person in the Dark Angels. He has a relatively harmonious relationship with all the captains and adjutants, and rarely conflicts with anyone. The battle brothers don't respect him too much, but they are not hostile to him either.

So when the previous Chapter Master died, the Dark Angels needed to choose a new Supreme Grand Master, and Gustav became the only candidate who could convince the public. Letting a good guy who doesn't offend anyone be the Chapter Master may not be the best option, but it is an option that everyone can accept.

However, even such a kind and gentle man can have his moments of great anger.

Such as now.

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous!" Gustav slammed his fist on the desk, and cracks spread across the marble surface.

"What do you mean by 'we won't provide aid to traitors'?! The Stone Fortress was attacked by the enemy, and the enemy's huge warships have already reached the head of the Pluto! Governor Krenna ignored our request for help and was unwilling to allocate even a single warship. Now he is turning the tables and calling us traitors of the Empire?!"

"That's unreasonable!"

Gustav's eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He was furious to the extreme. I believe any Space Marine who was wrongly accused of being a traitor would react in the same way.

But Gustav's anger revealed a hint of guilt...

Because about ten thousand years ago, in the distant era of the Great Crusade, in that buried history... the Dark Angels did betray the Human Empire.

It was shortly after the Horus Heresy ended. Under the leadership of the traitor "Luther", a full half of the Dark Angels launched a rebellion on their home planet Caliban, attempting to gain independence from the Empire, and even attacked the loyal Dark Angels led by the Lion King.

That was an unbearable period of history. The Dark Angels, the first legion created by the Emperor, the original Astartes, the executioner in the shadows... actually broke out in an organized rebellion, and half of the legion betrayed the Empire. It was simply horrifying.

For ten thousand years, the loyalist Dark Angels have called themselves "The Unforgiven".

They kept the rebellion a top secret and blocked the news. They also called the Dark Angels who launched the rebellion "Fallen Angels" and worked tirelessly to hunt down traitors throughout the galaxy to ensure that the secrets of the rebellion were not leaked and to protect the reputation of the Dark Angels from being tarnished.

"Could it be that Governor Krenna knows about the existence of the Fallen Angels?"

A horrible thought came to Gustav's mind.

"As the governor of the Krenna sector, he holds a high position. He must have known the consequences of framing a founding chapter. But he still did it. He was so decisive and refused to provide us with even the slightest help..."

Gustav felt a chill in his heart. He thought this was very possible. If Governor Klenna did not have crucial evidence, how could he dare to defame the reputation of a startup group? He must have some top-secret information about the fallen angels.

But where did Governor Klenna get this information?

Who leaked the news... ?

"The Dark Angel will never guess that I was the one who leaked the news." Russell was in a good mood. This was a small gift from him to the Dark Angel.

Russell held the silent and dark Tuchucha in one hand, strolled among the boulders, and briskly passed through the secret passages and corridors, returning to the place where he had separated from Gray Wind before.

In the middle of the corridor, there was an open hibernation capsule lying horizontally, and on both sides of the walls were unconscious Space Marines lying in a mess. Deep and shallow bullet holes could be seen everywhere on the walls and the floor. It was obvious that a gunfight had just broken out here not long ago, but the strange thing was that there was no trace of blood around.

"Marshal, have you finished your work?" Grey Wind turned around while carrying a panting Space Marine, the power sword stuck in his forehead still buzzing.

Russell glanced at the Deathwing Grandmaster held in Gray Wind's hand, and handed the ancient machine to Gray Wind: "It's done, Tuchucha is in hand, we should go now."

"By the way, where's your left hand?" Russell felt a little distressed when he saw Huifeng's forehead pierced by the sword and his missing left hand.

"My left hand was burned by the melta weapon." Grey Wind rolled his eyes, threw the Dark Angels Deathwing Grand Master who was about to faint to the ground, and freed his hand to pull out the power sword that was stuck in his forehead.

"There are not many weapons that can really hurt nanorobots, and the melta is one of them. The parts burned by the melta weapons have even their subatomic structure destroyed, and there is no way to self-repair." Gray Wind said, picking up a melta pistol from the ground and stuffing it into his mouth.

Biting with teeth was just a form of expression. In Gray Wind's mouth, a large number of nanorobots quickly decomposed the mechanical structure of the gun body and used this hot-melt pistol as material to complete Gray Wind's body.

Gray Wind flexed his newly grown left hand and glanced at the Dark Angel warriors lying around him: "As you ordered, I didn't kill them, I just knocked them down... Marshal, you don't want to further intensify the conflict with the Dark Angels, so you want to avoid bloodshed as much as possible?"

"Of course not." Russell smiled. "It will be more painful for them to face what happens next alive than to be killed by you."

"Eh...what's the matter?" Huifeng was a little curious.

"Every time the expedition fleet arrives at a star system, they will kindly tell the local government some little secrets about the Dark Angels." Russell said with a smile: "For example, Governor Krenna already knows the existence of the Fallen Angels."

Gray Wind puffed up her cheeks and hummed. She didn't quite understand why it would be more painful for the Dark Angel to have their little secret exposed than to die. But since Russell said so, she was still willing to believe the Marshal.

"time to go."

"Come on..."

Taking Tuchucha with him, Russell left the Stone Fortress and returned to the Gray Goo mothership.

Above the dark red planet Pluto, the Dark Angels' fleet offensive has become weak. Without the help of local armed forces, they are excluded and unable to mobilize more ships for attack. Even the local Mechanicus are secretly making trouble for them.

Before leaving, Gray Wind asked curiously, "Marshal, let me tell you, when the Dark Angels fleet attacked the mothership just now, I saw that the Mechanicus on the planet Pluto suddenly closed a large number of starports, prohibiting their warships from entering the port for repairs and supplies.

Many warships were stranded because of this. Why did the Adeptus Mechanicus make things so difficult for the Dark Angels? Aren’t they all subordinate departments of the Empire? "

"It's simple. Do you know why the Dark Angel came here in the first place?" Russell asked back.

"Hmm... defend against a Chaos invasion?"

"That's right, but besides that, there is another purpose." Russell touched Gray Wind's head and moved the sensor direction of the probe away from the Pluto.

The dark red planet disappeared from the two people's sight, and in its place was the site of an L-stargate under construction.

"The news that the 2nd Expeditionary Fleet left the L-Stargate construction template on the planet Pluto is no longer a secret. It spread in the Extreme Star Field two years ago. The Dark Angels came to steal things." Russell said.

Grey Wind nodded. "That's why they clashed with the local branch of the Mechanicus..."

What are these people thinking? Stealing high technology from the oil man, isn't that asking for their lives?

Chapter 219: Corrupted Jade

After obtaining Tuqiucha, one of the three artifacts, the Gray Gu mothership, which had been surrounded by a large number of small warships, quickly withdrew from the battlefield and jumped out of the star system where the Pluto was located, leaving only a group of naval officers who were about to fight to the death in a mess in space.

By the standards of fleet battles, the duration of this battle was quite short. From the perspective of the oil man who did not participate in the entire battle, this child's play war can be summarized in one sentence:

A large ship suddenly jumped into the orbit of Pluto, beat up the Stone Monastery and then sailed away.

Although the real name of the Megalithic Monastery is actually Angel's Tower.

At the same time, the instigator of all this was lying comfortably on Russell's knees, looking at the purple-red starry sky outside the porthole - the Krenna sector was close to the Eye of Terror, which was the largest subspace vortex in the entire galaxy and could be seen directly by looking up.

"This time, we really have to go on a long journey..." Gray Wind murmured, "Marshal, we have to wait eight years before we can return to Faya."

"Oh?" Russell was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

Gray Wind showed a helpless expression: "This is the central area of ​​the Milky Way, which is nearly 2/3 of the Milky Way away from the Far East Star Region. Even if we forcibly jump back regardless of the losses, it will take about 5 years...

According to the current progress, it will take the Adeptus Mechanicus about 8 years to build the L-gate on Pluto, which is only 3 years away from the time we need to jump back to Faya. So I suggest that we stay in Krenna and wait for the gate to be built. That will save us a lot of trouble."

"So that's what you were calculating just now." Russell thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, if you want to go back to Faya, we can go back anytime."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards the circular machine in front of him that was as silent as death.

"Tuchucha?" Gray Wind tilted his head: "Can it replace the Stargate?"

"Okay." Russell nodded.

"The Tuchucha is a divine artifact left by the ancient saints. It is essentially a special subspace engine that can achieve precise positioning and instant jumps in the chaotic subspace. And because of the special nature of the subspace time chaos, the Tuchucha engine can even carry an entire large warship through time and space, back to the past, and go to the future."

Gray Wind opened his eyes wide: "So amazing..."

But there are drawbacks too.”

Russell changed the subject and continued, "Like the other two artifacts, the Tuchucha Engine actually has a certain degree of self-awareness. It instinctively wants to merge with the other two artifacts. Therefore, the Tuchucha will intentionally guide the user during the journey through time and space, and approach the other two artifacts in the dark."

In this respect, the Tuchucha Engine is actually more like a trapped warp creature.

"Then how should we use it? A subspace engine with self-awareness... feels like it would be a hidden danger." Gray Wind looked at Tuchucha with eyes instantly filled with vigilance.

"Easy." Russell pushed Gray Wind, who was lying on his knees, aside, stood up, and walked towards the Tuchucha engine placed in the center of the cabin.

"Tuchucha's consciousness is essentially a special subspace creature. It just so happens that I have some experience in training subspace creatures..."

As he spoke, Russell had a kind smile on his face and gently stroked the outer shell of the ancient ring machine that was as silent as death in front of him.

The original appearance of Tuchucha was very eye-catching. A colorful and brilliant subspace spectrum jumped between the upper and lower ring structures, presenting an ever-changing waveform. But since it fell into Russell's hands, the fancy light and ostentatious power were extinguished, as if it was dead.

"Don't pretend to be dead, otherwise..." Russell smiled gently. The terrifying nothingness like the abyss spread out from his body. His voice was still clear, but as cold as the whisper of death: "Otherwise, you will really die."

Then, amid the continuous desperate wails and screams that were worse than death, Gray Wind's expression changed from curiosity to fear.

Is the Marshal so scary...

After a moment, Tuchucha, which had been silent as death, lit up again. The soft light carried a strong sense of flattery, and the subspace fluctuations emanating from its body were cautious and filled with deep fear.

"Okay, the training is complete. You can now use Tuchu to check back to Faya."

Russell turned around and said to Gray Wind, "When you go back, remember to place Tuchucha in the core area of ​​the 'Fodora' biological ark and let Coronie suppress it. It takes powerful psychic energy and a firm mind to suppress Tuchucha's will... although I don't think it has the courage to resist."

Gray Wind sensed something was wrong: "What about the Marshal himself? Aren't you going back with me?"

"I will stay in Klenna for a while and discuss some things with the governor here." Russell replied.

"Okay..." Gray Wind hung his head.

With the help of Tuchucha's power, the Gray Goo mothership tore open the subspace rift and jumped back to the Far East Star Region to execute Russell's next order. Before leaving, she sent Russell to the "Emerald Star" located on the outskirts of the core star region of the Krenna sector.

Governor Klenna's welcoming team had been waiting here for a long time.

Emerald Star is a well-designed garden world with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate. It is a planet larger than Earth, but its population is less than 300 million. Most of them are service industry practitioners, dignitaries who come here for vacation, and their families.

Stepping onto the star port, Russell felt refreshed as he looked at the beautiful blue and green planet beneath his feet through the atmosphere.

The Hehuanming Star we passed by before are both severely polluted mining worlds. Looking at them for a long time will inevitably affect people's physical and mental health. However, billions of miners and slaves have to spend their lives at the bottom of pollution.