Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

But suddenly, his expression changed slightly. Russell narrowed his eyes and raised his head like a cat that had found an interesting toy. His deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the steel hull and fall directly on the bridge.

"Fulgrim? When did you come?"

Chapter 227 Another Snake

Russell walked through the corridor. The floor under his feet was soaked with blood, which gave the circulating air in the cabin a strong fishy and sweet smell.

On the road leading to the battleship command room, mortal corpses with their bellies ripped open could be seen everywhere, with purple and green internal organs flowing down the walls. Blood, bile, stomach acid, urine... and some strange liquids that could not be named were all mixed together at this moment, making it even more disgusting than the smell of blood alone.

How should I put it... This is indeed the style of the Emperor's son.

Compared to the Khorne believers who like to show off their achievements by piling up mountains of skulls, the Third Legion that worships Slaanesh prefers to enjoy the process of killing itself, using all kinds of twisted rituals of sadomasochism to please the Prince of Pleasure.

The corridor was a blasphemous scene like purgatory, but this was just right, as it made Russell more certain of his judgment.

"That thing that suddenly appeared on the bridge was indeed Fulgrim..." Russell was a little helpless.

Using the Imperial Guard's Soldier to fight Chaos Space Marines is already a difficult task. But there is also an Ascended Primarch on the opposite side who just jumped into your face. How can you fight? There is no way to fight.

If they had a team of elite Space Marine Terminator veterans to hold the line, they would at least have some bargaining chips to delay the Primarch's actions, but unfortunately there is no if.

Krontarina and Cadia are both important star systems close to the Eye of Terror, but unlike Cadia which is jointly defended by several Astartes Chapters, there is no Space Marine Chapter stationed in the entire Krontarina Sector.

Because this is the Dark Angels' defense zone, Klentalina is one of the thousands of worlds that the Dark Angels Chapter has sworn to protect. And the Dark Angels were beaten up by Grey Wind not long ago.

The boulder was paralyzed, Tuchucha was taken away, and the knocked-out Grand Master of the Deathwing, upon waking up, found a naked muscular man standing in front of him - the Chapter Master of the Dark Angels' sub-regiment "Fire of Repentance".

After all this operation, the Dark Angel was completely confused and has not yet recovered, let alone come to support.

Even if the Dark Angels came, they would most likely be no match for the Chaos forces led by the Ascended Primarch, but no matter what, Russell had an unshirkable secondary responsibility for the Krenna Defense Forces' passive defense and heavy losses.

"You still have to solve the trouble you caused yourself, even though it's a bit troublesome."

Russell held the Huntress's Blade in one hand, and looked up at the countless threads floating in front of him. His pupils shrank slightly, and he firmly locked onto the most conspicuous thread of fate among the countless threads.

It was a bright pink and purple silk thread, with bright colors and solid threads, as if such a thread really existed, gently floating on the bridge of the Silesian Wind.

The next moment after locking onto the thread, a circle of barely audible ripples instantly appeared around Russell. The hollow gravity pulled his body through the curtain between reality and illusion and he came before the owner of the bright thread of destiny.

When Russell's feet were once again on steel, the first thing that caught his eye was the body of a soldier hanging from a defensive battery.

Russell noticed that the soldier still had strong vital signs. She was still alive, but her body was no longer in human form.

Russell, who had just completed the transmission, opened his eyes and saw a strange crying face with a smile on the turret.

Noticing Russell's appearance, the soldier's face twitched violently and he kept vomiting clots of congealed blood from his throat, as if he was trying hard to say something to him.

"Got it." Russell said calmly, stabbing the Huntress's Blade into her head.

There were many mobile firing points and fixed turrets deployed at the connection between the bridge and the cabin. Russell walked forward, wordlessly swinging his knife to kill the sad lives that had been deprived of the right to die by the evil magic of Slaanesh.

Following the thread of fate, Russell came to the left side of the bridge. On a mobile platform used by the Engine Prophet to inspect the external facilities of the hull, Russell saw the culprit of all this.

——It was a pink snake with a long tail, its lower body covered with fine scales, and its upper body was that of a human. Its graceful waist had four arms as slender and delicate as white lotus roots, and its long silver hair spread to its hips.

The four-armed snake man crawling on the moving platform slowly raised his naked upper body, and the lush fruits hanging in front of him swayed vigorously.

She noticed Russell approaching and put down the art she was working on.

"You are late, dear. A gentleman should not keep a beautiful lady waiting. It would be so lonely."

The voice of the four-armed beauty snake was extremely seductive. She stroked her belly with two hands and held her chin with the other two hands. She smiled beautifully like a flower, but there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

"Huh?" Russell was a little confused.

The situation in front of him caught him off guard. He had followed the brightest and most conspicuous thread of fate to come here, thinking he would find the Ascended Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion, but the end of the thread was not Fulgrim, but a four-armed beautiful snake.

Four arms, pink and purple scales, extremely beautiful looks, charming temperament... All the characteristics of this female snake were very consistent with Russell's impression of Fulgrim, which made him a little confused.

...Could it be that Fulgrim has finally become effeminate?

Russell felt a chill run down his spine.

Behind the four-armed beautiful snake, lay a dying technical priest. He was the chief "Engine Prophet" of the Mechanicus stationed in the Krenna fleet.

But now his red robe is torn, and the electronic implants and mechanical prostheses all over his body are gradually mutating into wriggling tentacles, rotating eyeballs, and a mouth with fangs...

Reversing the inorganic into the organic, for the followers of the God of All Machines, there is no more cruel punishment than this. The followers of Slaanesh are indeed quite unique in torturing people.

Then, the four-armed beautiful snake covered her face with her hands, and her long tail rolled up the bodies that were tortured beyond recognition but still alive, and placed them carefully in front of Russell.

Her movements were gentle and reserved, and her pair of seductive eyes secretly observed Russell's expression through her fingers. She looked uneasy, just like a shy girl who was handing a token of love to her lover for the first time.

"My dear, this is a gift I give you. Do you like it?" the four-armed beautiful snake asked softly.

I want to chop you to death... Russell took a deep breath of the bloody air, trying to calm himself down, and asked, "Before I answer you, please allow me to ask you a question - who are you?"

"Hey...?" The four-armed beautiful snake loosened her hands from covering her face and revealed a confused expression: "Have you forgotten me?"

"Forget it, I don't care who you are." Russell said, igniting the Huntress Blade in his hand with psychic energy. "I'm looking for Fulgrim. Do you know where he is?"

However, the other party didn't seem to listen to what he said at all. She covered her face with all four hands and cried aggrievedly: "How could you forget me? I love you so much, how could you care about someone else in front of me?"

Well, this female snake is not Fulgrim, so he should not be a female.

There shouldn’t be…right?

Chapter 228 Breaking all laws with force

"So where did Fulgrim go..." Looking at the pitiful appearance of the beautiful snake covering her face with her hands and sobbing, Russell couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It’s not that he was attracted to the female snake or anything, he just felt like he was about to fall into a pit.

The boundary of reality outside the Klentalina galaxy has become blurred. Even mortals who lack psychic talent can occasionally catch a glimpse of the waves of the sea of ​​souls and vaguely hear the devil's hideous grin in a trance... A glittering pink and purple silk thread floats slightly in front of Russell's eyes, entwined around the four-armed beautiful snake in front of him that is crying sadly. He is following this silk thread.

"This snake-like demon must have some conceptual connection with Fulgrim, otherwise it would not have deceived my eyes." Russell was confident in his judgment.

Even if you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in Teacher Ma.

"Even if she is not Fulgrim, there must be a close relationship between the two, and it is even possible... No, it shouldn't be that outrageous, right?" Russell quickly denied the absurd idea that had just popped up in his mind. It was really too absurd.

"But what is this for? Is Chaos using a Slaanesh demon that is highly similar to Fulgrim to divert my attention so that the real Fulgrim can accomplish something important? Or...?" Russell was full of doubts.

If you can't figure it out, just think the worst. In this universe, you must always assume the utmost malice towards everyone.

Russell, holding the Huntress's Blade wrapped in a psychic decomposition field, silently approached the mobile platform where the crying mother snake was.

His heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. With every step he took, a new bubble of thought emerged from the mud at the bottom of the pool, rising continuously until it exploded on the surface of the water with a "pop!".

"In the settings of Chaos God, everything that happens in this universe and every thought is under the watchful eye and arrangement of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change."

Despite his lack of expressiveness, Tzeentch is indeed set to be the omniscient god of all times. Nothing can be hidden from his eyes, including the color of the underwear the Emperor wore when he created the Primarch.

Russell paused slightly. Lying on the moving platform of the Engine Prophet, the crying of the four-armed beautiful snake had gradually subsided.

I have gouged out one of the birdman's eyes, and the Lord of Change has lost half of his vision, and his ability to observe and control the real world has been cut in half. In other words, from then on, half of the intelligent life and related behaviors in the galaxy have escaped Tzeentch's control."

"As far as common sense is concerned, the half-crippled Tzeentch should no longer be able to plot against me. Even if he still has some ability to manipulate reality, he shouldn't continue to offend me when I just crippled him not long ago.

...Not necessarily. The Warlock of the Other Dimension was suspected to have been released by Tzeentch, and the out-of-control high-dimensional invasion is fully capable of completely destroying the warp." Russell pondered, and another bubble exploded in the deep pool.

Tzeentch is a complete god of fun. He enjoys using everything he can to have fun, including mortals, demons, gods, the birth and death of the multiverse... and even his own life and death.

If the Lord of Change only needs to commit suicide to complete an unprecedented fraud joke and create the most extreme fun in history, then Tzeentch will commit suicide without hesitation. The God of Chaos has always been so extreme, and this guy is the one who entertains himself to death.

Thinking of this, Russell's eyes became firm.

"I don't know where Fulgrim is."

"I don't know what the relationship is between this female snake and Fulgrim."

"I do not know what role Slaanesh plays in this either."

"I can't figure out what Chaos is trying to achieve by using her to attract my attention."

"I only know one thing."

This must be a conspiracy of Tzeentch!"

Russell's heart was filled with rage towards Tzeentch. He raised the sharp blade in his hand and cut open the veil between reality and illusion. In an instant, the chaos wave that was about to engulf the entire Klentalina galaxy came to a halt.

“Die! Die! Everyone die! Aahahahaha——!”

"Plan! Manipulate! Use your omniscience to calculate the dead and empty nothingness!"

“Ah! Ah! Ahh ...

Russell's elegant and easy-going temperament disappeared in an instant. His face was distorted and a crazy smile appeared on his plain face.

The warp rift opened by the Huntress's blade instantly extended nearly a thousand light years, covering the entire Krenna star region including several neighboring star regions. However, strangely, a warp rift of this scale did not produce any ether turbulence after it opened.

The Sea of ​​Souls is a pure energy dimension filled with endless emotions and souls, but the subspace rift opened by Russell did not reveal even a trace of energy. To be precise, there was not only no energy, but nothing at all.

The other side of the great rift was not a turbulent warp, but a void of complete nothingness.

According to the will of the Star Bullet, the void began to devour everything.

The mortal soldiers fighting desperately on the Asteroid Base No. 1, the Chaos Terminators worshipping the evil gods on the Silesian Wind, the slave workers working hard on Klentalina, the Dark Angels repairing the monolith on the Pluto, the Tech Priests building the L-Gate...

Everything was annihilated in the nothingness. The six star regions on the north side of the Eye of Terror were completely extinguished in less than a second, and no starlight could be seen anymore.

From humans to greenskins, from void whales to fungi, all life forms in this vast universe disappeared without a trace in an instant, because they were completely slaughtered by Russell's thought.

"It's finally quiet..."

Russell let out a long sigh, and there was nothing but empty darkness all around him.

With his body as the center, all the stars within hundreds of light years have been extinguished, and even the nearest starlight will take hundreds of years to reach here.

He had previously vaguely felt that Chaos seemed to be planning something and Tzeentch seemed to be calculating something, but Russell, who was alone, lacked too much information and could not see through the evil god's intentions.

Russell got annoyed, so he flipped the table.

Turning the table is the ultimate response to all conspiracies and intrigues. Russell has no psychological burden. He can burn the galaxy and make everything quiet, as long as he wants.

If there was an Eldar Craftworld ship looking down from above the galactic disk at this moment, they would be able to see a spherical black region with a diameter of hundreds of light years next to the Eye of Terror.

But this black area without any life and energy is shrinking rapidly, just like someone used explosives to blast a waterless cavity on the seabed, and then sea water from all directions quickly pressed in.

Russell did not stop this. He just stayed where he was calmly, looking calmly in a non-existent direction.

"Jianqi, what else do you want to plot? Where do you plan to set up your next plan?"

"Ultramar? Terra? The Ghoul Nebula? Or Medusa? Tell me, Tzeentch, where are you going to continue your game of chess?"