Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"The L-gate in the Badab system has been completed. Plumeria will soon be able to lead the 6th Expeditionary Fleet through the gate and bring the Organic Codex back to Faya," Gray Wind added.

"That's good news." Russell felt happy.

Grey Wind wanted to ask him what use the Organic Codex would be of, but he was in a meeting right now.

“The first topic is the refugee issue.”

Henriette stood up with her long golden hair loose and began to speak out her prepared speech:

"With the 10th year of the Terran Crusade as the turning point, the number of refugees fleeing to the Far East Star Region on black ships and civilian spacecraft has doubled every year, with two main sources.

The first one is Baal in the northwest. The portal from which the Boundary Breaker broke through the Boundary is suspected to be near Baal, and the impact of the high-dimensional invasion also radiates in all directions from Baal as the detonation point. Therefore, there are particularly many refugees coming from the northwest.

The second is the Vidal Sector in the southwest. The Greenskin Migration, which was in full swing, encountered the Freeman Organization of Necrons who followed the "Clay Artist" near the Vidal Sector, and a fierce battle broke out with them.

The Freeman Organization, which was at a disadvantage, awakened several dormant Necromancer tomb worlds. The escalating situation has affected several surrounding star regions and is still tending to intensify. A large number of displaced refugees fled to the nearby Far Eastern star region. "

The destruction of Baal caused by the Boundary Breakers, and the conflict between the Necrons and the Greenskins. These are the two main sources of refugees in the Far East Star Region today. The rest of the scattered black traders and immigrants are not suitable to be brought up in such a formal occasion.

A leader is very busy, so his time must be very precious.

That's what Henriette thought.

"So I'm telling you, Grey Wind, Emerald Star's cakes are really delicious, and they taste just like cotton candy..."

"Then why not just eat the marshmallows?" Gray Wind wondered.

"Ah, this..." Russell didn't know how to respond for a moment. Only then did he suddenly realize that the head of sociology, Henrietta, had finished his speech.

The two full-time supervisors and two deputy supervisors all looked at Russell, who lowered his head in contemplation after being refuted by Gray Wind. The Senate was silent for a while.

"Just assimilate." Russell said lightly:

"There are only two ways to deal with refugees: accept or reject. Given the current talent shortage in the Far East Star Region, my answer is undoubtedly to accept. Of course, the more people, the better, but I don't accept everyone in my territory.

So the answer is assimilation. Any human refugees entering the Far East Star Region must be assimilated by nano implants and transformed into nano cyborgs like everyone here, handing over the power of life and death to Grey Wind. This is the most basic condition. For this reason, I specially grant you the permission to use the Colossus Nano Plague. "

"As for intelligent species other than humans... they have no right to live."

The deputy manager of the biology department looked at Coronie standing behind Russell, and thought that this thing only looked like a human in appearance... He opened his mouth subconsciously, but in the end said nothing.

Sometimes silence is also a kind of wisdom.

"Assimilate the refugees?" Henriette's eyes flickered, and he nodded vigorously: "I understand. I believe everyone will thank you for your kindness."

She was originally a baroness of noble blood from a noble family, so she was very familiar with the ways of the imperial bureaucracy. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, Henriette would never have believed that the Star-Bombard was so kind that they were willing to generously grant an identity and shelter to an interstellar refugee who had nothing to do with them...

This was a decision that only Russell himself was qualified to make. The contract for ceding the Far East Star Region clearly stated in black and white in the name of the Golden Throne that everything in the Far East Star Region would henceforth be the private property of the Star-Bombarders. If Russell was unwilling to use his private property to support the refugees, then no one had the right to interfere, let alone condemn him.

After all, in the eyes of the bureaucrats of the Human Empire, the only difference between civilians and livestock is that their meat is not as delicious.

"The second topic is about the conflict between the Necrons and the Orks."

Chapter 243 Khan's Throne

"The conflict between the Necron Freemen and the Green Orks is intensifying."

After Henrietta sat down, the head of the Mechanical Department, Gaslesen, stood up and projected more than a dozen holographic images onto the round table at the same time. The seamless report revealed the capable style of this middle-aged man.

These images were obviously recorded from different devices. Some of them flickered and one could only barely see the crooked orc warships moving in groups in the space where tiny particles were floating. Occasionally, three or two blurry black shadows would pass through them rapidly, so fast that they were almost a thin black line. However, every time this black line passed, at least one orc warship would sink and explode.

Some were extremely clear, captured by tachyon sensors installed in the observation stations set up by the Order of Truth. In these clear projected videos, even the human eye could clearly see the elusive black lines of destruction, which were the Necron attack ships that used inertia-free engines to raid the Ork fleet.

"At the beginning of the collision, the Greenskin Migration Force relied on its size advantage to temporarily suppress the few ships of the Necrons Freemen Organization. But soon, the Necrons began to use their advantages in mobility and weapon hardware to engage in guerrilla warfare with the Orks.

This buys them time to awaken the Tomb World."

As he spoke, Geisleson maximized a holographic projection to the center of the desktop.

The scene shows a collapsing nest city. The sharp sound of metal breaking and the heart-wrenching screams and wails have been faded in post-production, otherwise it would be too terrifying. The towering spires collapsed under the violent crustal movement, highly toxic sulfides were scattered everywhere, and blue morbid flames burst out from every corner, just like a doomsday scene.

"This was filmed on-site by our monks who used genetic camouflage to infiltrate the hive city in the Vidal star sector. Due to the local conditions, the picture is a little blurry, please forgive me."

As he spoke, Gesresen switched the projection perspective to space, looking down from orbit at the imperial colony that was heading for destruction. Huge black stone buildings flashed out from the uplifted crust, and highly toxic lava flowed down the living metal shells of giant ships and pyramids, like a giant beast kicking its fetus and breaking out of its shell.

"As you can see, this is a tomb world that is awakening. There are three worlds like this, two of which are located in the desolate areas on the edge of the star zone, and the other one has been colonized and transformed by the human empire, and it is now in the picture."

These three tomb worlds all belong to the "Sotec" dynasty. After sleeping for tens of millions of years, they were awakened by the followers of clay artists.

"It is worth mentioning that there is evidence that two of the tomb worlds seem to be in a state of mutual hostility. Both have just awakened and hastily mobilized their armies to fight each other, but after these two tomb worlds came into contact with the Free People Organization - the Space Necrons with real souls - the conflict that was about to break out came to an abrupt end."

"After paying the price of seven small reconnaissance ships, we got further intelligence: the followers of the Necromancer Freemen, the Clay Artist, held some kind of super-giant ceremony related to the Warp on three Tomb Worlds. The ceremony covered the entire planet, and all members of the Tomb Worlds participated without exception."

"The free people call this ceremony: Ascension."

Ascension... Huifeng frowned slightly, feeling a little curious. This word reminded her of some very distant memories.

Looking at the round table again, the mechanical supervisor removed the projection of the hive's collapse, and replaced it with a rather spectacular space naval battle scene: huge fortresses and sharp warships lined up in a row to fill the field of vision, and the forces from three different tomb worlds were united by a common belief, facing the green tide that was rocking and beating drums among the stars. The particle whip danced back and forth between the noise and silence.

"After the baptism of the Ascension Ceremony, the Necrons unified their conversion thoughts and became fanatical believers of clay artists. They stood with the Freeman Organization and were committed to spreading the electronic gospel."

Geislesen said calmly:

"The speed of the Freeman Organization's expansion far exceeded our previous estimates. All the tomb worlds almost surrendered as soon as they were awakened. We have reason to believe that the faith of the clay artists will override the original supreme authority of the Necrontyr, the 'Three Holy Council', and complete the complete unification of all the dead spirits in the galaxy through a religious movement, thus giving birth to a behemoth spanning the starry sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two supervisors and two deputy supervisors at the round table all turned their eyes to Russell who was sitting at the head seat.

"So leader, what should we do?"

Should we act quickly and strangle this huge threat to the future before the electronic beliefs of the clay artists assimilate too many tomb worlds and the Freemen Organization truly grows up?

Or does the leader have other plans?

Russell thought about it and did not make a decision immediately: "What about the orcs? Before making a real decision, I need to get detailed information about this greenskin migration."

"Sorry! I was negligent..." Manager Gasleisen quickly apologized.

He then put away the war projection playing above the round table and sat down again. The deputy manager of the biology department stood up and made the next report.

When it comes to greenskin, an abstract psychic mushroom that is between animals, plants, and fungi, the biology department is more professional.

"During this period, we have been recording and analyzing the research books on alien languages ​​left by the Inquisition of the Human Empire. At present, initial results have emerged. Our linguists can already translate the daily language of the greenskins relatively accurately and have extremely limited communication with them."

"Speak the key."

Okay. In short, by monitoring the daily communication of the greenskins and secretly capturing orc captives for interrogation, we finally know the purpose of this large migration of greenskins across the Far East star region. "The deputy biological manager paused here and continued:

The Great Khan."

"Great Khan?" Russell raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of understanding: "Tell me in detail."

The deputy biological manager nodded and said: "The vast number of greenskins migrating this time can be roughly divided into three camps, namely: the Steel Bone Clan ruled by the Supreme Greenskin Overlord 'Maurius', the Skull Crusher Clan ruled by the Supreme Greenskin Commander 'Zhagalto', and the Bloodfang Clan ruled by the Undefeated Greenskin Marshal 'Dolkans'.

According to the confessions of the greenskin psychic boys we captured, the rulers of the three major clans were inspired by Gogo or Maogo, the supreme god believed by the greenskins, on the same day.

The three green-skinned big guys issued a joint statement, declaring that Goge and Maoge will select the strongest, most powerful, most domineering, most fierce, coolest, most dazzling, most ruthless, greenest, and most middle-of-the-pack Ork Khan, and grant him the supreme authority to command all the greenskins in the galaxy.

To win the position of Great Khan, the greenskins must lead their troops to a planet called Ullanor, where they will participate in the greatest carnival in history. Under the watchful eyes of Gogo and Maogo, the greenskins will happily fight non-stop to determine the final winner and sit on the Khan's throne. "

The greenskin's abstract grammar and word choice made the deputy biological manager in charge of the narration a little unbearable, but fortunately he managed to hold on and finally concluded:

"In short, now it's not just the leaders of the three major greenskin clans in the Far East star field who are fighting for the Khan's throne, but all the orcs in the entire galaxy are migrating towards Ullanor."

——This has been verified. The Star Claws Regiment in the Badab system sent a message not long ago, indicating that the number of green-skinned pirates in their garrison area has suddenly decreased to a level that is difficult to detect.

Gray Wind thought of more:

"No wonder when we were in the Aurora Galaxy, Maurice, the Chosen One, who had just entered the battlefield, suddenly led his troops to retreat. This is not like the style of the green-skinned orcs who were born for battle."

It turns out that they were going to fight for the Khan's throne.

Chapter 244 Bloody Court

After receiving detailed intelligence about both sides in this conflict, Russell's expression became playful.

The meeting room was so quiet that even the breathing of several managers seemed illusory. Everyone was waiting for the decision of the Star-Bombardier.

"Hey, Geslason, who do you think will win in this conflict between the Necrons and the Greenskins?" Russell suddenly asked.

Geisleson looked embarrassed: "It's really hard to say, Leader."

The three managers beside him nodded one after another. It was really hard to say.

"The Necrons' technological level and weapon performance are far superior to the Migrating Green Tide, which uses space junk to piece together spacecraft, but the course of this war is really... weird." The deputy biological manager considered again and again before choosing a more appropriate word:

"In the early stages of the war, the poorly equipped greenskins could only be slaughtered unilaterally by the Necrons without any resistance, but as the conflict dragged on, the situation became increasingly bizarre.

The technological levels of the three orc clans have experienced a rapid development of technology explosion. More and larger war artifacts have been pieced together to open up the garbage belt. The edge of the Necrons is still sharp, but the efficiency of slaughtering greenskins is continuously declining. Until now, the situation of the greenskins can even be said to be easy. "

The deputy director of biology took a deep breath and was very distressed: "We can't be sure whether this strange growth rate will continue. Is there an end to the greenskins' power?"

"It's a lot of long speeches, but in fact you can't judge who will be the final winner." Russell's eyes were amused. The deputy director of biology nodded silently, sat down again and stopped talking.

"Both the Undead and the Orcs have extremely high war potential, and it has not been fully tapped. The current situation is very chaotic..." Henriette whispered.

So, let's mix the water a little more, shall we?" Russell smiled.

"what?"

"You'll understand soon." Russell clapped his hands gently: "Next topic."

Everyone still had a lot of questions that had not been answered, but they still obeyed Russell's will and moved the meeting to the next stage.

“What kind of political entity are we going to form?”

Each department under the Congregation of Truth has its own views on this topic.

"In terms of rallying people's hearts, the Human Empire is a good example." The deputy manager of the Psychic Department said first: "Due to the objective fact that the average education level in the Far East Star Region is extremely low, I think we should use a method similar to a state religion to create a belief in the only god with the Star Bullet as the spiritual symbol, and use religion to unite the ignorant people. This move can also greatly ensure the loyalty of the talents selected in the future to the leader."

Before Russell could say anything, he heard the mechanical supervisor retort: ​​"Governing a country with religion will never work. Idealism is a poison that hinders the development of science and technology. Monotheism may unite the ignorant masses in a short period of time, but it will stifle long-term development. The gains do not outweigh the losses."

Henriette thought for a moment and tentatively said, "The most prosperous period of human civilization was the technological dark age tens of thousands of years ago, also known as the golden age."

"Humanity in the Golden Age was governed by the federal government. Human colonies were spread all over the galaxy. Countless technological warlords used all means to develop scientific research. They used crazy experiments that abandoned ethics and ignored morality to push the level of human technology to an unprecedented peak..."

"The actions of the techno-warlords may be too crazy, but now we have a leader on the scene to suppress the situation, so I think we can follow the example of the federal government in the Golden Age and establish a human federation in the Far East Star Region with the Star-Bombing Man as the lifelong dictator."

Henriette's speech was clearly well thought out. After explaining the federal government's vision, he also explained many details, such as using artificial intelligence to manage production, logistics, distribution and other links, and strictly controlling the L-gate access rights to firmly grasp the transportation lifeline of the star field under its jurisdiction, thereby achieving absolute control over the colonies, and so on...

But then, the mechanical supervisor Geislesen expressed a different opinion. He believed that the federal system was still too loose. Although the Order of Truth could control traffic through the backdoor left in the L-Gate construction template by Grey Wind using the Sky Engineering, he still felt that such control was not enough.

Power should be centralized. That's what Geislesen thought.

"I agree with you that power should be centralized." Russell nodded.