Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Ten thousand years ago, Caliban disintegrated and the Dark Angels underwent a dramatic change.

In that turbulent period, the Lord of the First Legion, the Warmaster of the Second Empire, the Lion of the Empire... Lion El'Jonson fought a decisive battle with his adoptive father who was blessed by the evil god in order to quell the unrest on Caliban. He was seriously injured and finally fell asleep deep in the stone.

For ten thousand years, no Dark Angel knew that their Genetic Father was actually in the stone. Only the Dark Watchers wandered in the secret rooms in the deepest part of the Stone Monastery, watching the sleeping Lion King.

It was not until ten thousand years later that the sleeping lion finally woke up when the demon prince Fulgrim came to attack.

When Ryan's hazy consciousness recovered from the chaos, he opened his eyes and saw a dazzling darkness. After a moment, the darkness dissipated and a dim light came into view.

"I...where is this?"

Ryan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only felt a dry pain in his throat. Ten thousand years of sleep had failed to dispel the old wounds of chaos. He shouldn't have woken up in this era.

It is now year 40 of the 015th Millennium, 2000 years away from the Indomitable Era.

Ryan groaned in pain, holding his forehead with his large palm, and felt a sharp pain in his mind. The only benefit of this pain was that it successfully cleared his vision and allowed him to see clearly where he was.

The lion king was naked. His majestic body was without power armor, or even the most basic clothing. His chest was covered with deep scars of war.

He sat slumped in a dark and narrow room, the hard stone floor beneath him vibrating and the deep darkness around him emitting a bone-chilling chill. A short and thin figure holding a dim lantern stood in front of the lion king, and in the darkness at the edge where the light could not reach, there were several figures rustling.

Ryan asked with difficulty, enduring the severe pain in his throat.

Where is my armor? Where is my sword? My fight is not over yet...

He had many questions he wanted to ask, but in the end he only asked one.

"Where are we?"

"Angel Tower." The Dark Watcher replied, "Your old wounds have not yet healed, but we have to wake you up early. Cheer up, our lion, the bloodline of the First Legion is being slaughtered by demons."

Is that so? Yes, that's it... The empire needs me, I must, continue to fight. I have no choice but to continue to fight. Keep fighting." Ryan's muddled eyes gradually became clear and firm. He climbed up with both hands on the wall. His aging body twitched slightly in the process and he almost fell.

From outside the room, there was a long, angry roar.

"Ryan! Ryan! Where have you been hiding? When did the former lion become a hiding kitten? How long are you going to hide?"

"Fulgrim!" Ryan's heart was shocked, his hands that were holding the wall suddenly lost strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

The four Dark Watchers hurriedly lifted up the Lion King's strong but old body, in a panic. Fulgrim got the location of Llane's sleep by torturing their companions, forcing the other Watchers to urgently transfer the sleeping Lion King here and hide him, and then wake him up in advance.

Immediately afterwards, a creepy laugh came from outside: "You can hide as much as you want, Ryan! Hide in a dark corner like a mouse, shivering until I kill all your offspring! Timid Ryan, cowardly Ryan! When did you become such a coward? Hahahaha..."

The laughter gradually faded away.

"My body..." Ryan clenched his fists slightly, and a feeling of powerlessness spread from his palms to his whole body.

Not only have the old injuries left by Luther not healed yet, but his body itself has become old and weak, and he no longer has the domineering power of his youth.

How can I, as a person like this, fight against my corrupt brothers? And what can I do to protect my offspring from being slaughtered by evil spirits?

"Use this." A hoarse voice sounded directly from Ryan's heart. It was the telepathy of the Dark Watcher.

This small, hidden room was one of the countless secret vaults in the Stone Monastery, and the space occupied by the Lion King, who had just sat there, was actually very small.

Ryan turned his head and saw the dark watcher holding a lantern floating to the center of the room. The dim light slowly illuminated a three-meter-tall steel giant, which appeared in front of Ryan.

This is a finely crafted armor with a dark gold color all over. A platinum giant sword about 1.8 meters long stands on the side. The optical focusing array unfolded behind it forms a pair of gorgeous and scorching armed wings. The perfect human body curves and hard mechanical edges together create an indescribable engineering aesthetic.

Zero element weapon: Baptist.

Ryan observed for a moment and was a little confused: "This is an ideal set of armor, but the armed wings on its back occupy the position that should have been the power backpack. So, where is the energy core of this armor placed?"

"The energy core of the Baptist mecha is the wearer himself." The Dark Watcher replied: "This suit of armor was made by the Star Bullet, combining a variety of blasphemous alien technologies and dark technologies. Its armor frame is built with spirit bones, and it relies entirely on the wearer's psychic power to drive the entire body."

Ryan was silent. Wearing such a set of armor was a big hurdle for the loyal lion king. Fortunately, he overcame it immediately.

He did not ask where the Baptist Mech came from, nor did he hesitate too much. From his physical condition, the Lion King could tell that he seemed to have slept for a very long time. The world had changed dramatically.

"My only question is, do I have enough psychic power to drive this armor?" Ryan asked as he put on the armor with the help of the Dark Watcher. "I'm not a psychic genius like Magnus."

"Each Primarch has his own Warp essence. Knowing oneself, liberating oneself, and using the power of the Primarch is more than enough to drive a set of psychic machinery." The Dark Watcher murmured as he locked the breastplate for the Lion King, knelt on one knee and handed the 1.8-meter-long platinum giant sword into his hand.

"You should have more faith in yourself, our lion, you will come back as strong as a prairie fire."

As the Dark Watcher's voice fell, a sharp roar pierced the cold darkness in the small room. The giant sword in Ryan's hand lit up with a buzzing sound, and the golden flame burned together with the psychic decomposition field covering the sword.

One by one, the Dark Watchers jumped off the Apostle mech, submerging their thin figures into the shadows.

Ryan took a deep breath into his helmet and strode out of the secret vault.

"I am Angel's Fury."

"I am a slave to hatred."

"I am the Emperor's eldest son."

"I am - a raging fire that sets the field ablaze."

The Baptizer's angular eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light. Ryan squatted slightly, and the original body's powerful will was transmitted to his whole body through the spirit bones. The armor that was originally a bit crowded instantly became extremely suitable, as if it was tailor-made for him.

The next moment, his body shot out like a cannonball.

"Fulgrim--!!"

The roar of the lion king resounded throughout the entire Stone Fortress.

At the same time, in the Far Eastern star field, above Faya, Gray Wind, which had just completed a new round of production planning, had some free time, and the Gray Gu mothership was lazily parked above Faya.

A humanoid construct that looked like a girl with long silver hair was walking in the cabin, humming a song that Russell had hummed before, thinking about something in multiple threads.

"The lake is always clear and the air is full of tranquility."

"The bright white moon shines on the earth, hiding your deepest secrets~"

Gray Wind's footsteps were light, and the soft body made of nanorobots sometimes jumped and sometimes collapsed into sand. Her senses slowly swept through the cabins inside the Gray Gu mothership, checking the things stored inside.

Necrons' mobile wormholes, phase weapons, black stone samples, Eldar's psychic files, soul stones, Jinren's relic weapons... Unconsciously, I have obtained so many things. "

As Gray Wind walked, he counted on his fingers. In the years since he came to the Far East Star Region, Russell had obtained a large number of precious technological creations from various races through a series of events.

The Farah under the rule of the Star Bullet does not have the extreme xenophobic ideology of the human empire, and the Order of Truth is not opposed to alien technology. It is foreseeable that once important technologies such as the Black Stone and the Soul Stone are successfully reverse-engineered and mastered, they will definitely bring great help to Russell's career.

But they just don't have the time. The size of the Truth Order is seriously insufficient compared to the size of the Far East Star Region, and many people have to take on multiple roles. Even with the overall management of the powerful artificial intelligence Anti-Entropy and the assistance of Gray Wind, the monks still have to work 007 every day and have no time for academic research.

Therefore, these items have hardly been moved since they were obtained, and have been stored by Russell in the hull of the Grey Wind, gathering dust. She will count them whenever she has time.

It's just an inventory, there's no time for research.

"Hmm, this cabin?...Oh, there is a 'Baptist' type mobile armor in it, but the marshal only wore it once and refused to wear it again." Gray Wind muttered to himself, feeling a little disappointed.

After trying it on, Russell commented that the armor of the Baptist was useless. The protective performance of the Zero Element Armor and the firepower of the Baptist were meaningless to him, a humanoid Burning Heaven Divine Soldier. The heavy weight would hinder his movements. It just looked cool.

"Maybe I should modify the design of the armor to be lighter?"

Thinking so, Huifeng opened the cabin door, but found it was empty.

"Eh?"

"What about the Baptist?"

Gray Wind's foreground thought process froze, while the background process was still humming softly:

Maybe I shouldn't ask? Let your peaceful heart be disturbed again, it's just that my love for you has exceeded the limit, I want to have everything about you..."

Grey Wind, who was thinking about survival along the timeline, didn't know that Russell once relied on the Ring Temple to synchronize with the Time Worm and then reload the save file.

Naturally, no one would have thought that the Baptist-type mobile armor, which Russell regarded as useless, was now worn by Lion King Ryan, supporting him in his desperate fight with his brother.

The Stone Fortress was filled with an ambiguous purple mist.

Fulgrim, who had entered the Stone alone, was no longer alone. The countless mortals and Dark Angels he had slaughtered along the way were all used as living sacrifices for Slaanesh. Amidst the groans of pleasure and miserable wails, the Slaanesh demons tore open the veil and came into reality.

Grand Master of the Deathwing Valhalter, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, led his Dark Angels to continuously shoot at the demons that suddenly appeared. This is the Stone Fortress, the home of the Dark Angels, and their logistical supplies are endless.

Every Dark Angel was extremely excited at this moment. The guns in their hands and the armor on their shoulders brought an extremely real weight. Their battle had never been so glorious as today.

In the central hall of the Stone Fortress, beneath the towering angel statue, a lion in golden armor and a giant snake with four arms were locked tightly around each other.

The reality in the monastery began to blur. Slaanesh demons with goat horns, horse hooves and ox tails kept emerging from the mist, screaming, roaring, and flying towards the Lion King Ryan who was wearing the armor of the Baptist.

The remaining dark angels in the boulder were determined to die. They shouted the name of the Lion King, picked up their weapons and rushed forward to fight with all the demons in front of them, vowing to never let any demon enter the hall and interfere with the battle between the Father of Genes and the Demon Prince.

In the hall, Fulgrim's snake tail curled up like a spring and pushed his body forward suddenly. His four arms held four identical magic swords and stabbed at the "Baptist" in front of him from four directions.

However, Ryan did not retreat at all. He swung the giant sword in his hand horizontally, and the wide sword body knocked away two of Fulgrim's four arms. Then, the armed wings on the back of the Apostle mecha spread out at the same time, and blazing lasers shot out from the focusing array, knocking away another magic sword.

"Yikes!" Ryan roared in a low voice, rushed forward, and used the angel wings inlaid with fine gold on his helmet to knock the last sword in Fulgrim's hand away.

Four swords fell from his hands at the same time, but this did not mean that Fulgrim's attack had been resolved!

Just when Ryan's nerves relaxed a little, a snake tail covered with poison swept over like a whip!

"Lion!" Fulgrim screamed, "Who gave you the confidence to defeat me in swordsmanship?!"

Ryan remained silent. At the critical moment, he actually let go of the platinum giant sword in his hand, stretched out his hands, and actually caught the whip tail that Fulgrim swept over with his bare hands!

"You can fight back in this situation? Damn it, Ryan!" Fulgrim's expression was extremely excited, his whip-like snake tail struggled violently, and the magic sword in his hand returned and he swung it even more fiercely.

It had been too long since he had such a hearty battle, too long since he had felt the threat of real death. After ten thousand years, he fought with his brothers again, a battle of life and death! Fulgrim had been driven to a climax by the powerful fighting power of the Lion King!

“What the hell!”

The Lion completely ignored the sword in Fulgrim's hand and exerted force in his hands. The golden fingers of the Apostle mech shattered the snake scales and directly pinched into the flesh of the snake's tail. He held Fulgrim's tail tightly, and then - swung it hard.

With a loud bang, Fulgrim's body slammed heavily on the hard floor of the stone hall like a meteor hammer.

Without giving the opponent any chance to breathe, Ryan stabilized his lower body, clenched his hands, and swung violently again.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Llane's strong will fully utilized the brute force of the Apostle mecha. He used Fulgrim's body as a plumb bob, swinging it around again and again with such power that it shook the earth.

"Lion!" Fulgrim was furious.

However, the hatred and anger burning in Ryan's heart was only greater than that of his brother.

Chapter 236: Spirit Purification Field

While the Lion King and Fulgrim fought to the death, the war in the Klentalina system continued.

After Anti-Entropy delivered the first batch of goods, it decisively went offline. There were still many things in the Far East Star Region that needed it to deal with. With military assistance, the Klentalina government finally had the capital to compete with the Eye of Terror, and the disastrous defeat in the Gravel Belt was curbed.