Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Henriette's eyes dimmed.

"In fact, the federal system envisioned by Henriette is already very perfect. It's just that there are some aspects of the power distribution between the federal government and the various star regions under its jurisdiction that I don't like, so I need to make some small changes on this basis." Russell continued, "Since everyone has expressed their opinions, then next, I will set the tone for future development and management."

"Please go on." Henriette lowered his head.

"I'm all ears." Geislesen had no objection.

Russell tapped his fingers on the table, making two tut-tut sounds, and then he said:

"First, all the star regions under my jurisdiction will be uniformly managed and coordinated by the Gestalt consciousness of artificial intelligence; all the people under my jurisdiction must be assimilated by the nano-disaster, and the power of life and death will be handed over to my micro-mechanical life. I don't need the trend of letting a hundred flowers bloom, I only need absolute loyalty and dedication."

"Second, the management model of the Far East Star Region adopts a federal system, but the jurisdiction of the federal government always overrides the autonomy of the star regions under its jurisdiction. My term as a lifelong dictator is permanent, my power is unlimited, and my will is absolute. I will not tolerate even the slightest dissent. If you disagree with my point of view, then die."

“Third, every political entity, regardless of its size or strength, has its own unique spiritual core and ideals, which are necessary to support the survival of the regime. My ideal is very simple - as a human being, I should rule the world.

Humans are the only supreme and sacred race. We are born as the masters of the Milky Way and have the clear destiny to unify the entire universe. Any intelligent life other than humans is not qualified to exist in the same starry sea with us for even 1 Planck time. "

"In the near future, I will launch an indiscriminate massacre, killing until the blood of the aliens dyes the starry sky red, killing until the monsters and demons in the subspace are silent; killing until all things wither, killing until the universe is clear - cleansing the sea of ​​stars, washing the galaxy with blood. Using the most cruel and decisive genocide to create a universe where only humans exist, and create a bloody royal court ruled by me alone, this is my philosophy."

Russell finished these words in a calm tone, still smiling: "I have explained my ideas. Now, you can put forward your own opinions."

But now that he is determined to promote the ideas of the Blood Court, any objection to this will means death.

Chapter 245 True Lie

Russell has a kind face and his tone is calm and gentle, like the most intimate whisper between lovers, but the words that come out of his mouth are enough to make anyone shudder.

"Agree with me, or die."

After he finished speaking, the Senate chamber fell into a long silence.

Looking at the Star-Baller who was sitting calmly in the first seat with a playful look on his face, Henriette's breathing became a little heavy. Russell's appearance was not very masculine. His facial features were handsome but not heroic enough. His gentle appearance was far from the masculine and rough mainstream aesthetic of the human empire. His flawless skin was smoother and whiter than Henriette's, a young woman... But who said that a man's masculinity must be reflected through his appearance?

Russell's eyes were lazy, and his sight slowly swept over the two directors and two deputy managers present. When his gaze lingered on himself, Henriette stroked his chest with one hand, his heart pounding in his chest, and a kind of fanatical emotion burned through his body, making the dry and cold air around him become restless.

Geisleson stood up from his seat and bowed slightly towards the main seat: "As early as the Long Night era ten thousand years ago, the aliens who took advantage of their misfortunes personally engraved their hatred for them deeply into the bones of every human. Ten thousand years later, your arrival has brought us a new life in a corner of the world, but deep in our hearts, humans' hatred for aliens has never faded. If your goal is to reconquer this galaxy, then..."

We should fight to the death."

Then the remaining three people stood up and echoed: "I will fight to the death."

Thanks to the extreme xenophobia and militarism that is common among the human population in this universe, they easily accepted Russell's proposal to build the Bloody Court. Rather, it was the Star-Bombing's previous practice of not caring about political affairs and always dealing with the route issue in an ambiguous way that was more troubling to the subordinates.

But then again, if the leader had long wanted to conquer the universe and rule the universe, why did he bring it up now? Shouldn't it be better to start preparing for war as early as possible?

This was a common question in the minds of several people, but no one asked it out loud.

"Eh……"

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from the side. Russell turned around and saw Gray Wind standing beside him with one hand on his chest and the other hand extended with the index finger lightly touching his lower lip, saying thoughtfully:

"Marshal, if you want to purify the alien races and practice human supremacy, I have no objection, but there is a problem here. You put human beings first - then how do you define this supreme 'human beings'?"

The deputy biology manager opened his mouth and a few drops of cold sweat flowed down his temples. The question Gray Wind asked was exactly what he wanted to say, but he did not have the courage to put such a sensitive issue on the table.

Not to mention in front of the Star-Ballist, even in the Human Empire, this is an extremely delicate area.

"Is she crazy? She would expose such a thing in front of people..." Henriette's heart beat faster and faster, this time not because of infatuation, but because of fear.

However, Gray Wind seemed to be completely unaware of how sensitive he was touching, and continued nonchalantly:

"During the long years known as the Long Night, due to the gene editing of mad scientists, the influence of subspace pollution, the distortion caused by harmful radiation, the evolution of humans themselves, and many other factors, the humans in this universe have undergone many abnormal changes in physiology and psychology, and many bizarre 'sub-humans' have been born.

For example, Ogryn, who has a simple mind but strong limbs, is a deformed monster born after thousands of years of inbreeding in a toxic radiation environment.

Apart from those demihumans whose bodies were obviously mutated, even those who still maintained a relatively standard human appearance, the 'humans' who were the main ethnic group of the human empire, were very different from the first group of humans who left Terra at the genetic level.

This is a philosophical question. Human civilization has been struggling to survive in the suffering that spanned tens of thousands of years until now. The genetic similarity between the Jin people and the former earthlings has been declining. When the differences between them are finally great enough to break through a certain threshold, are they still considered human beings today?

Or should it be seen as something else, similar to humans?

If the Star-Bomber agrees with the latter, then...

Henriette swallowed a mouthful of saliva to lubricate her dry throat, and tremblingly cast her eyes towards the man in the chief position. She knew that the survival of all "human beings" including herself, Faya, Eusbonice, and even the entire Far East star field depended on his decision at this moment.

If the Star-Bombs did not consider themselves human, then the previous impassioned speeches would have changed from a passionate declaration of their conquest of the universe to the first corner of the catastrophe, with the blood of the 'aliens' dyeing the starry sky red.

A tense atmosphere permeated the air. The originally spacious conference hall seemed to become narrow at this moment. Everyone was silent and looked carefully at Russell who was sitting in the main seat.

Then, in full view of everyone, the Star-Ballist who had always been mysterious raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sighed in distress, and helplessly showed a bitter smile that said "I really can't do anything about you".

Russell stretched out his hand and pinched Gray Wind's cheek. "Don't tear me down in front of outsiders in the future. It's really unworthy of you. The image of the lifelong dictator of the Human Federation should be tougher and more superior."

“Oh…” Huifeng lowered his head to admit his mistake and stopped talking.

Henriette held her cheeks with her hands to hide the look of disbelief on her face: "What did I see...?"

Under Coronie's gaze, Russell loosened his hand and whispered, "I know what you are thinking: we need a standard to identify what is human and what is not. This standard can be the similarity of gene sequencing, or it can be distinguished by skull shape like the Human Empire... But what I want to say is that these standards are completely meaningless to me."

He raised his hand slightly, and Coroniai understood and walked to the round table, projecting a short video and electronic document to the center of the table.

The title of the document is: Organic Encyclopedia

Looking at the description related to the organic canon, the deputy director of biology's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the most delicious delicacy in the world.

"This is a relic treasure. Its features and functions are as you can see." Russell said calmly, "The Organic Codex was compiled by an extinct ancient cyborg race. They collected a large amount of genetic coding information of organic creatures and stored it in this 'Codex'. Including humans - the original humans before they flew out of Terra."

Suddenly, the already shining eyes of the deputy director of biology became even more fanatical.

This alone is enough to make this relic a holy relic by the state religion.

Russell's gaze lingered on Kroniai and the deputy biological manager, and then he said, "If we can obtain the original code in the Organic Codex, relying on the mature gene editing technology, we will have enough ability to purify the genes of all humans under our jurisdiction, eliminate acquired distortions and aliens, and restore humanity's original self."

"Given the huge population base in the galaxy, the resources required to purify the population gene will inevitably be an astronomical figure. I will spare no expense."

After saying that, Russell smiled slightly.

He knew very well that at the same time he was saying these words, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet was carrying the Organic Complete Codex through the star gate of the Badab system and rushing back to Faya.

Gray Wind blinked, looking at him with confusion in her eyes. But she didn't say anything, thinking that she must not spoil the show again this time.

Chapter 246 Emperor's Blessing

After the meeting, Grey Wind and Coroniel accompanied Russell to the Emperor's Statue in the outer ring of Faya, where they waited for the return of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet.

"There's no one else here now, can I ask?" Gray Wind stared at Russell, who was wearing a white fur coat, with burning eyes.

Russell hummed: "Ask."

Gray Wind nodded happily: "I don't remember that the Organic Codex contains the genetic information of the primitive humans on Planet Earth, the third planet in the solar system. The cyborg race that created the Organic Codex should not be a civilization from the same period as humans."

To be precise, when humans began to evolve, the compilers of the Organic Codex should have been extinct long ago, and the timing does not match at all.

"And even if the Organic Codex contains the genes of the Meta-Earth people, they are not humans from this universe, but from our hometown." Gray Wind touched his chin and said, "If it is the genetic information of the citizens of the Human Federation, there is no need for the Organic Codex. I have the data backup in my database..."

Huifeng was wondering, but before she could finish her words, a hand landed on the back of her head and began to stroke it gently.

Russell touched Gray Wind's head and chuckled helplessly: "Don't you understand yet?"

"Understand what?"

"You know that all my nonsense is made up." Russell said with a wry smile: "What pure original genes, what finding the original self of mankind... I just said it casually, do you really believe it?"

"Ah?" Huifeng tilted his head, a little stunned.

"Let's not talk about whether there are so-called primitive human genes in the Organic Encyclopedia. Even if there are, can the physical conditions of those primitive humans who have not yet flown into space really adapt to the different environments of the vast number of human colonized planets in the galaxy?" Russell gently rubbed Gray Wind's hair and said:

"So-called mutations are not just malignant..."

Ancient Terra is such a small place, and the plants and animals there have evolved to adapt to different environments, let alone the huge human population numbering in the trillions in the Milky Way?

If we really want to use violence to forcibly unify the genetic diversity that human civilization has evolved with great difficulty over a long period of time, then humanity will be on the verge of extinction.

"Is that so..." Gray Wind didn't care at all about the mess of his hair being messed up by Russell, and asked in confusion: "Then why did you lie so much to the senior executives of the Order just now?"

"To gain the right to define." Russell shrugged. "Spreading the news that the Organic Codex records the genes of the Terran primitives can greatly increase the authority and legitimacy of our regime. In this narrative environment that I carefully constructed, whoever controls the Organic Codex controls the right to define 'human beings'."

If I say you are a human being, then you are, even if you have a furry tail behind your butt, and even if there is not a pound of flesh in your mechanical body.

If I expel you from the human race, then you are not a human, even if your skull has the most standard human shape... But what if I use the Organic Encyclopedia to sequence and trace your genes?

The so-called right to define is just such a thing. Russell did not really want to carry out some kind of genetic purification like the Purity Sect. He just wanted to use this as an excuse to seize human orthodoxy and then gain the right to claim all of the human world.

“Politics, it’s amazing, isn’t it?”

"How amazing!" Gray Wind nodded vigorously.

Russell smiled, his eyes looking across the starry sky, gazing at the Emperor's statue running at the edge of the galaxy: "Having said that... taking the right to define and claim is one thing, but in a sense, what I said to them before was not completely false."

He does intend to exterminate all non-human alien races.

Even if it is impossible to accurately define who is human through genetic sequencing, Russell will still be the most fundamentalist human supremacist, and this will not change.

Gray Wind did not refute anything this time. In her impression, the marshal had always been like this. But Coronie on the side could not stand it any longer.

A slightly trembling hand grabbed the corner of Russell's clothes. He turned around and saw a lovely face that looked dejected and about to cry.

Ah... a new wife style this time? Russell then noticed that Coronie had changed into a new body. For it, changing the body should be similar to changing clothes.

I saw Coronie crying and tugging at the corner of Russell's clothes, lowering her voice and asking carefully: "What about me? Master?"

He said he wanted to exterminate all intelligent species except humans, but what about the Zerg? Unlike the Ogryns and Navigators, who had an ambiguous relationship with humans, both the Presolin Protozoa and the Great Devourer were undoubtedly aliens.

Russell burst out laughing.

"Even the primitive Terrans who have not yet gotten rid of gravity will keep livestock in their homes for labor, guarding, or meat. Even the most radical racial cleanliness freaks would not point the purifying blade at war horses and carrier pigeons."

Russell gently lifted up Coronie's snow-white chin, which was dripping with tears, with one hand, and smiled softly: "You, who combine the genes of the Presolin protozoa and the Great Devourer, may be an extremely dangerous and terrifying alien in the judgment of the Inquisition. But here, you are just a livestock I keep in captivity, do you understand?"

Koroni wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand: "Well, well, I am a livestock raised by my master..."

Russell nodded in satisfaction: "Don't do this next time. I don't like to see females of my own species crying, even if 'of the same species' and 'crying' are all fake."

Human beings are emotional creatures. Even if we know that some things are false, we will inevitably be touched when they are actually in front of us.

"I understand." The peach-colored blush on Coronie's face caused by crying suddenly disappeared.

Gray Wind on the side shook his head helplessly.

This is too abstract.

In the distance, the Emperor's statue, dressed in a scholar's robe, seemed to be unable to hold back. The lantern in his hand glowed with a faint green light, and a warship with fine scars poked its head out from it.

"That's the Valkyrie 'Malicious Woman'." Grey Wind said, "The 6th Expeditionary Fleet has returned."