Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"The Emerald Planet is in front of you, Your Excellency Astarte. This beautiful planet is a famous tourist destination throughout Krenna, and it is also the private property of the Governor. Only the most prominent people can be invited here to enjoy the dreamlike experience of heaven..."

A young female waiter followed Russell one step behind and quickly and politely introduced him to the various special landscapes and services on Emerald Planet:

"The Governor has prepared a 14-day hospitality of the highest standard for you. You can drink the only Qinglu fruit wine in the entire galaxy on Emerald Planet, and taste delicious dishes made from local animals and plants... All the services you can think of can be satisfied here. Mr. Astarte, please relax and the Governor will be waiting for your arrival on Klentalina."

Astarte is Russell's last name in this world, and it is the last name of the great nobles who control Faya.

But looking at the beautiful Emerald Star under his feet and listening to the various enjoyable activities introduced by the waiter, for some reason, Russell felt a little annoyed with this surname.

"Just call me Russell." He said calmly, "I know what the Governor-General wants, but please forgive me for not accepting his kindness."

"Ah, this..." The waitress wanted to introduce to him the unknown special services on Emerald Star provided by well-trained female aliens, but the words were choked by Russell's casual refusal.

"Take me directly to Clentalina. I'm here to discuss business, and only business." Russell said again.

Chapter 220 The First Order

"I understand. Please wait here for a moment. I will prepare a ship for you to go to Klentalina."

After confirming Russell's wishes, the waitress withdrew without asking any questions, leaving two young sisters in lace maid outfits to prepare pine needle tea for him.

As a high-ranking attendant who received vocational education since childhood, Kachuya has received many noble officials who visited Klentalina. Sometimes officers from the Imperial Navy would come here for entertainment. There were all kinds of people with strange personalities. Among them were some serious people who were meticulous and hated hedonism. She knew how to deal with them.

But even in Katya's 12-year hospitality experience, Russell Yastarti was a rather special guest.

The Governor of Falla arrived here alone, without any fully armed followers to ensure his safety, or any luxurious guard of honor to show off his wealth.

However, it was such a well-mannered young man, who was sitting alone on the sofa and drinking tea in silence without any precautions, that made the entire Klenna sector dare not neglect him, including the Governor of Klenna himself.

Because he represents the will of the Star-Ballist.

It is now the 40th year of the 15th Millennium, and 15 years have passed since the beginning of the Terran Crusade.

Fifteen years might not be enough time for the news of the expedition to reach Terra, but it was enough time for all kinds of secrets to spread quietly among the ruling class of the Ultramarine.

At this point in time, it is no longer a secret that the Emperor's Living Saint ceded the Far Eastern Frontier.

Especially the Krenna Sector near the Eye of Terror. The 2nd Expeditionary Fleet passed through here two years ago. They took away a large amount of supplies, brought the L-Star Gate, and also brought... the legend of the Star Missile.

"This tea is so astringent." Russell put down the teacup, saying that he couldn't drink this pine needle tea picked from the thousand-year-old trees on the Emerald Star.

Astringent is astringent. A cup of bitter tea will not become sweet just because it is brewed by a beautiful girl. That is not the case.

"Pine needle tea should be paired with dessert, Lord Astarte." The girl who was accompanying him spoke softly, fearing to offend him: "Emerald Planet is rich in resources, especially maple syrup, honey and other natural sugars. But although desserts are delicious, eating too much will make you feel greasy. At this time, it would be perfect to have a pot of tea to relieve the greasiness. Even guests who don't like desserts can always try a few more pieces."

As she spoke, another waitress had already brought the dessert and tea to Russell.

All food and drink on Emerald Planet is exquisite and luxurious. A small piece of cake in the center of the tray is divided into 13 layers, including honey, maple syrup, raisins, cocoa... The layers are piled up in waves, like the vast sea of ​​trees on Emerald Planet or the long curly hair of a girl.

Russell took a bite and found it sweet and soft, like a spoonful of white clouds, which made his mouth and tongue dream. But the second bite was a little hard to swallow, it was really too sweet.

"How do you feel?" the maid asked softly.

"The food is good, but it's a pity that I sent Grey Wind back. If she were here, she would probably eat up all the stock in your kitchen." Russell said this without any context.

After eating dessert, take a sip of pine needle tea to wash away the remaining taste in your mouth. This time, you will not taste bitterness, but the fragrance of plants and trees.

"As long as you need it, we can prepare more of these refreshments for you and preserve them in a stasis field so that you can take them away when you leave." The maid then gave her suggestion, fearing that the distinguished guest would have any regrets.

Russell was thoughtful: "Using the stasis field to preserve food...it is indeed a convenient way to use it."

Holding the warm cup of tea, he couldn't help but think of something.

- Shortly after the return of Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, 88 Khorne Legions invaded the Imperial Palace on Terra. The Imperial Army, represented by the Custodes, vowed to defend the gate of the Imperial Palace, the Lion's Gate, to the death.

In the brutal battle known as the "Battle of the Lion's Gate", thousands of Admirals suffered heavy casualties in the battle with the army of Khorne. Among them, a large number of seriously wounded Admirals died in vain due to lack of fearlessness.

"The Imperial Guard is an extremely expensive military unit. The cost of a qualified Imperial Guard and its full set of equipment would require the complete draining of an entire fertile and habitable planet to barely pay for it. Every death of an Imperial Guard is the most tragic loss for the human empire..."

"If the Lion's Gate front could have provided enough stasis fields at that time, the number of guards who died in vain due to lack of treatment would have been reduced a lot... Unfortunately, they didn't."

Even the Terra front, which is in imminent danger, cannot get enough stasis field supply, but the governor of the Krenna sector is using this thing to preserve delicious food?

Russell smiled. He had no right to comment on anything, but he felt that the human empire was quite abstract.

"Lord Astarte, the ship to Klentalina has arrived."

The maid's gentle voice woke him from his memories. Russell drank the tea in the cup, and with a mouth full of bitterness, he quickly walked out of the luxurious reception room that was decorated like a dream in heaven.

Governor Klenna gave Russell a very high standard of reception. Even the ship that took him to Klentalina was beautiful and majestic. It looked like a fancy cruise ship when it was docked in the starport. Its style was completely different from that of the Imperial Navy's battleships.

Russell didn't have the mind to appreciate all this. He quickly walked into the cabin and let it take him away from the Emerald Star.

For some reason, he had the illusion of running away.

"Please come over here, Lord Astarte. The Governor General heard that you wanted to meet with him as soon as possible, so he put down his official duties and came here to meet you in advance."

A sergeant in a neat uniform enthusiastically led Russell into the cabin and led him through the intricate corridors, but not to the command room at the center of the battleship, but into an unknown hidden secret room deep in the cabin.

"Please come in. The Governor has been waiting inside for a long time." The sergeant bowed slightly and left without looking back.

It seems that Governor Klenna is very anxious and can't wait to come here... Well, he should be anxious.

Russell shook his head, opened the hatch and entered the secret room.

There were no luxurious hospitality facilities in the hidden secret room on the battleship. There were only tables and chairs that were relatively ordinary compared to the Emerald Star Resort, and no electronic equipment.

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa saw the cabin door open and Russell came in. He quickly stood up to greet him, forcing a smile on his worried face and said, "Sir Astarte..."

"Just call me Russell. I don't like my last name very much." Russell randomly chose a seat and sat down to relax. The door behind him closed automatically. "You look very unwell. You should get enough rest, okay?"

The man in the secret room had deep eyes and sunken cheeks, and his physical and mental condition were obviously not very good. This was the current governor of the Krenna sector, Banhart Medius.

Banhart Medius sighed helplessly and said with a smile: "A... Sir Russell, how can I rest in peace in this situation?"

Russell agreed: "Indeed, the Boundary Breaker's fleet has penetrated the entire Krenna sector. As the Governor, it is indeed difficult for you to sleep well."

To be honest, he actually arrived a little late. Fortunately, after breaking through the Krenna Sector, the Boundary Breaker did not expand to the surrounding areas for some reason, but instead focused on heading towards the Eye of Terror along this route. Otherwise, the Krenna Sector would have fallen completely, and Russell would not have been able to see a single living person during his trip.

"We have not only faced external threats, but also internal worries. In the face of a powerful enemy, the Dark Angels who came to support us not only did not fight together with us, but instead went to the planet of the Pluto to ask the local branch of the Mechanicus for the L-Stargate construction template, causing a tense situation..."

Benhart Medius sighed deeply and shook his head: "I tried every possible channel to seek help for Krenna, but other star regions around are already overwhelmed. Because we are separated by the Eye of Terror, we can't even send a distress message directly to Terra..."

"The Adeptus Mechanicus is only concerned with building the Stargate and protecting itself; the Dark Angels are only concerned with capturing the so-called Fallen Angels and haggling with the Adeptus Mechanicus over the Stargate; even the merchant fleet that has been working closely with us is secretly evacuating Krenna. This... this, how can I rest assured?"

Russell smiled slightly. With such a situation and pressure, it was no wonder that the governor was overwhelmed and became increasingly thin.

"We can't rely on the Mechanicus, the Astartes, or the merchant fleet. At critical moments, it's still the right way to have power in our own hands, isn't it?" Russell said with a smile.

Benhart Medius nodded heavily. "That's right. There is only one Imperial Navy fleet willing to accept my call, but it is far from enough to face the crisis called 'Boundary Breaker'."

"That's right!" Russell clapped his hands and made a crisp sound. "You lack the power to protect the Krenna sector. You need a powerful fleet in your own hands, not at the mercy of others. This is why we cooperate. Isn't it?"

Governor Banhart took a deep breath and his eyes became firm: "As you said, Sir Russell. I need a powerful fleet, and I am willing to pay a huge price for it. But..."

Changing the subject, Banhart asked, "But where are you going to get such a fleet? Even if the Stargate can solve the transportation problem, the terrifying Boundary Breakers and the annoying Chaos cannot be dealt with by just a few frigates."

Building a starship is not like forging armor. The construction of any starship is a huge project that requires a massive investment of manpower and material resources. The resources and man-hours required to build a complete naval fleet are astronomical.

Even the Star-Bullet, the ancient immortal who was said to have lived from the Dark Ages of Technology to the present day, might not be able to easily come up with such a large amount of wealth to build a naval fleet? Banhart Medius was deeply skeptical.

Russell laughed; he was prepared for this.

"Please look here." Russell casually placed a metal tetrahedron on the coffee table. After a moment, an extremely clear holographic projection was projected between the two of them.

"This... This is, my Emperor! Am I hallucinating?"

The governor of the Klenna sector leaned forward excitedly with his hands on the coffee table. His eyes were completely attracted by the holographic projection in front of him and he could no longer pay attention to anything else.

The content of the projection was nothing but the giant dock under construction. This was a surveillance video of the Anti-Entropy and Tranquility Black Domain Space Station monitoring the progress of the giant dock project.

The video is divided into 9 windows, 8 of which correspond to 8 independent docks, and 1 is a panoramic view of the giant dock.

Huge starships are being built rapidly in highly automated docks at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the Titans in mythology. Scattered on the towering hull skeletons are some indistinguishable small black dots, which are the mechanical engineers directing the coordinated movement of various construction machinery at the construction site.

"God Emperor...what is this?!"

Banhart Medius's eyes moved away from the surveillance screen of Dock No. 4 with difficulty and fell on the largest Dock No. 1. The ship built by Dock No. 1 was the master ship named "King of the Void" by Grey Wind.

"This is not for sale. It's the personal vehicle of the Star-Dart." Russell kindly reminded, "Except for the 'King of the Void' class Overlord and the 'Preacher' class Titan, we sell all the ships. Here is the specification list. You can pick whatever you like."

"Let me see..." Banhart Medius's hands trembled slightly as he carefully took the battleship specification sheet that Russell had prepared long ago.

The Lord - Reigning in the Void

Titan Preacher

Main battleship lobbyist

Main battleship Valkyrie

Battlecruiser Whale Shark

Heavy Cruiser Steel Skull

Light cruiser: Breaker

……

Russell did not speak again, and the secret room fell into silence, with the air filled with Governor Banhart's increasingly heavy breathing.

In addition to the conventional data such as the warship's length and carrying capacity, the specification table also includes a large number of cumbersome instructions such as the types of weapons loaded, engine power, replacement options, etc.

Although the text is cumbersome and boring, in the eyes of Banhart Medius now, every boring word on the specification sheet is so beautiful, and its attraction to him is far greater than the tender body of a young girl.

After a long while, Banhart placed the form in his hand gently on the table with great care.

He had a look of relief on his face, and was prepared to bleed heavily in his heart: "I am deeply shocked by the strength of the Star Bullet... Sir Russell, how much are these warships priced at?"

"No problem." Russell smiled and wrote down a string of numbers on the form.

"This!" Banhart Medius was moved. Russell's price was too high. Even though he was the governor and owned the resource-rich Krenna sector, such a price was a heavy burden that was difficult to bear.

But he could understand why the price was so high. The parameters on the battleship specification sheet were so amazing that the conventional battleships built by the Adeptus Mechanicus were as crude as bathtubs in comparison.

If the actual item you buy really matches the data on paper, then Russell's asking price is not outrageous, and it can even be said to be very reasonable, you get what you pay for.

But the problem was that the Star-Ballist's stuff was... too good. So good that he couldn't afford it.

Governor Banhart's mind was turning. He was thinking, and he remembered the grand scene when the 2nd Expeditionary Fleet passed through the Krona Sector two years ago. The mighty fleet, led by the magnificent Valkyrie-class battleship, swept majestically over Krontalina.

That day, the sky of Klentalina never lit up. Countless slaves would rather endure the pain of being whipped by the overseers than stop working and kneel on the ground, praying to the giant ship above the sky and singing the name of the emperor. The light of the stars and the people's faith intertwined, coating the body of the Valkyrie with a layer of golden light.

Even as the governor, he could only look up at the glory and greatness of the expeditionary fleet.

Now, the specifications of the Valkyrie-class battleship are written on paper, and anyone with money can buy it.