Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"According to the 'Olympus Treaty' signed between the Emperor and Mars, Mars will provide armaments for the Great Crusade of the Empire, and all STCs and ancient technological relics discovered by the Emperor's army during the Great Crusade should in principle be handed over to the Adeptus Mechanicus... at that time it was called the Adeptus Mechanicus. This is the basis of their cooperation."

"But there is one legion that is outside the Olympus Treaty. I believe you have guessed it." Russell touched Gray Wind's head: "That is the First Legion, the Dark Angels."

"There is a top-secret 'Ikaros Accord' between the Dark Angels and the Emperor. The Ikaros Accord gives the Dark Angels the power to not hand over the STCs they recovered during the Great Crusade to the Adeptus Mechanicus, but to keep them for themselves to strengthen their own military strength."

"At the same time, the Emperor also secretly gave the Dark Angels a large number of high-tech weapons from the Golden Age, as well as some extremely forbidden and terrifying creations."

For example, the Orb of Truth on the Eumenides... The Emperor really gave the First Legion everything.

"The Ikaros Accords gave the Dark Angels a powerful autonomous power and a strong military force that surpassed all other brother legions before the Battle of Randan. They are well-deserved, the First Legion."

"And the Dark Angels, who possess such powerful strength, have the mission of initiating the Purge Protocol in the Ikaros Protocol when the Mechanicus shows signs of rebellion, and completely eradicating all unstable factors - completely eradicating them."

"The Ikaros Protocol has been activated eight times since it was signed. At least eight Forge Worlds that had rebellious intentions were forcefully suppressed by the First Legion and their existence was wiped out, leaving not even a trace of their existence. To this day, almost no one knows about the existence of the Ikaros Protocol, let alone knowing that it has been activated."

"And this is what Dark Sky does, which is a shady thing."

Russell said, reaching his hand into Gray Wind's clothes and touching her belly. It was burning hot. "You have to cool the tea before drinking it. It's hot."

"Oh..." Gray Wind lowered his head, pouted his lips and blew air into the teacup.

Russell then continued, "The Mechanicus is equal to the Empire in status and controls almost all of the Empire's advanced technology and productivity. If such an organization were to go wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

But the Emperor himself cannot suppress the Mechanicus openly. Even if the Mechanicus rebel, he cannot suppress the rebellion completely, because this will inevitably cause the originally loyal Forge Worlds to feel that they are in danger and become disloyal. "

The Ikaros Protocol is designed to address this situation.”

"In secret, they used bloody slaughter to eliminate all risks of Mechanicus betrayal, and kept it strictly secret from anyone other than the Emperor. This is the Dark Angels, the First Legion, the Emperor's executioner."

Gray Wind pricked up his ears to listen to Russell's words, pouting his mouth all the time without taking a breath. He blew the tea to the standard human body temperature in one breath, and then brought the teacup to his lips: "Marshal, have some tea~"

"Thank you." Russell took a sip of tea and continued, "Based on the positioning of the First Legion, I believe you can also guess that the Dark Angels are the only truly independent Astartes Chapter that does not rely on the equipment supply of the Adeptus Mechanicus Forge World.

The Dark Angels have sworn to protect thousands of worlds, and have dozens of complete military industrial chains. They are self-sufficient in supplying all equipment and are completely unhindered by the Mechanicus. This is the basis for them to launch the Ikaros Protocol. "

"At the same time, this is also the reason why I chose to cooperate with the Dark Angels and ignore the Adeptus Mechanicus." Russell said with a sigh.

Gray Wind nodded and stood up from Russell's lap. He picked up the teapot from the table and poured tea into the empty cup. He said, "I think I understand your considerations, Marshal."

The power of the Mechanicus within the human empire is huge, or too huge. Its power has grown further after it obtained the fragments of the technology tree it brought from its home universe. And most importantly, it can only rely on the Mechanicus to build a galactic-level L-stargate network.

This will lead to the Oil Man's control over the Imperium of Man further deepening.

If Russell does not exercise restraint in this regard and blindly exchanges technology with the Mechanicus for the sake of convenience, the strength of the Mechanicus will eventually expand to a very terrifying level. Although it will not threaten the Human Federation, it will be enough to disintegrate the Human Empire.

Therefore, even if Russell wanted to heal the Human Empire, he had to balance the amount of healing. He wanted to build the Human Empire into a damage-resistant meat shield between the Human Federation and the evil spirits, but he ended up exploding the meat shield with one mouthful of healing.

"We cannot allow the Adeptus Mechanicus to dominate alone. We must support a powerful armed force within the Empire to counterbalance Mars." Russell concluded: "In terms of counterbalancing the Adeptus Mechanicus, there is no better option than the Dark Angels."

After all, the Dark Angels have been executioners for ten thousand years.

Chapter 250 Carax

After listening to Russell's story about the Dark Angels and the Emperor, Grey Wind understood his plan to support the First Legion to balance the Mechanicus.

Politics is the art of compromise, which is a little difficult for Huifeng to understand now. She is still better at being responsible for the overall planning of production, construction and various resources and manpower. The deterministic values ​​of 1 is 1 and 0 is 0 are what Gestalt consciousness is best at controlling.

With the support of the matter decompressor and the stargate network, the integrated Far East star field has gradually completed the reconstruction of the management system and industrial recovery with the Nightmare Void as the center. Among them, the recovery progress of the former main stars such as Nifol, Aishalin, and Fafner is particularly outstanding.

The foundations of these worlds were very good. On the devastated surfaces of the planets there remained a large number of giant industrial facilities dating back to the Golden Age. If Grey Wind were to make a judgment, he would probably say that they were closer to the lost planets in his mind.

The living environment of these planets is relatively poor due to abandoned facilities and industrial pollution, but once external forces intervene to restart them and pump fresh blood into their dried-up blood vessels, these revived hives, even without relying on the controlled Gray Wind's nanorobots, will be able to provide the Order of Truth with a considerable industrial capacity.

Especially the industrial world of Mirafa located in the Aurora galaxy. The difficulty of restarting this world is the lowest among all the lost planets.

"Embra, Nifol, Musbel, Aishalin, Fafner, Orokkol..." Gray Wind counted in his mind those industrial worlds that had completed industrial recovery, and by the way, determined the main flow of industrial output value in these worlds.

There are mainly the following directions:

1. Supply raw materials and industrial products to the giant shipyard in the quiet black area that is working at full speed to build ships

2. Produce parts for warships required by the Dark Angels

3. Support the daily needs and post-war reconstruction of other worlds...

These are all very serious places to go. In the eyes of the first generation of federal managers, these may be considered very important careers, but in Gray Wind's view, the above three points can only be regarded as some trivial matters.

She had more important things to do, which was a commission from the Marshal himself.

Huifeng shut down the background operation of the statistical subprocess and focused its computing power on the other two projects.

Megastructures: Sentinel Array, Strategic Command Center

"The Marshal wants to launch a great purge to cleanse the star sea, and to support a super-giant war on a galactic scale, intelligence gathering and command agencies are absolutely indispensable."

Huifeng looked at the progress bar in front of him, crossed his chest with one hand, gently pinched his chin with the other hand, and fell into thought: "The current productivity is limited, and it cannot support the construction of two giant structures at the same time. That will only make both of them face a long construction period, which is not worth the loss. So if we have to rank the construction priorities..."

Gray Wind thought about it and made a choice: "That's the sentinel array."

She then quickly called upon the computing power to calculate the current industrial output value and resource reserves/output, and soon came up with the time required to build the Sentinel Array - if all additional military orders and shipbuilding were put aside and all efforts were made, it would take about 4.9 standard Terran years to fully build the Sentinel Array.

"But the giant dock cannot be shut down, and trade with the human empire cannot be suspended... In that case, we will need to add an extra 4.9-1 years to the 2 years."

Grey Wind quickly got the result he wanted, but this was not the end.

The Sentinel Array is a super sensor with a monitoring range large enough to cover all cantilevers in the entire Milky Way. The difficulty of construction is actually secondary. The real concern is the difficulty of use.

"Real-time monitoring information from across the galaxy will be aggregated into the Sentinel Array's central processor for re-encoding. I need to build a strong artificial intelligence with extremely powerful computing capabilities into this giant structure so that it can handle such a massive amount of data computing," Gray Wind thought.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but don't forget that the Milky Way in this universe is very abstract, and the curtain between the real universe and the subspace has long been riddled with holes. Subspace rifts, demon worlds, cultists and other corrupt things are all over the galaxy, and a large part of the information obtained by the Sentinel Array from monitoring the entire galaxy will contain strong corrupt tendencies and spiritual pollution.

"The large amount of computation related to the subspace will inevitably cause the Sentinel AI to suffer a huge amount of chaos erosion, and there is a high risk of corruption."

Gray Wind began to think about how to solve this problem:

"Although we can use the method of using the Purifying Spirit Field to cover the entire giant structure to purify the pollution and sort out the cognition, the Milky Way is too large, and the information collected from each cantilever is also massive. Under the high-intensity information flow, the spiritual energy dust consumed to maintain the Purifying Spirit Field will be a terrifying astronomical figure..."

Gray Wind sighed, and his whole body wilted.

“I’m having a hard time…”

It is now year 40 of the 017th Millennium, and Grey Wind is plagued by the problem of lack of psychic dust as usual.

The good news is that the Chaos camp is not in a good mood at this time.

The Eye of Terror, in a hidden star cluster beyond the glimpse of any transcendental will, is where Slaanesh's palace is located.

This was once the capital of the ancient Eldar Empire, the embodiment of the glory and pride of the Eldar race. When the newborn Slaanesh cried its first cry in the warp, the Eldar Empire perished. A debauched palace rose above the ruins of the former capital.

That is the realm of Slaanesh, the playground of the Prince of Pleasure.

Of all the daemon worlds that have been afflicted by Slaanesh, Carax is perhaps the most special. A gift from Slaanesh to his ascended Primarch, Fulgrim, the planet is awash with joy.

During the "Great Sweep" following the end of the Horus Heresy, the Ultramarines' Primarch Robouti Guilliman assembled an army of the Ultramarines and six Successor Chapters in an attempt to annihilate the rebellious Emperor's Children Legion and its Primarch Fulgrim.

The battle to kill the Primarch culminated in a decisive battle on a world called Sassera, known in history as the "Battle of Sassera".

In this battle, the Ultramarines were defeated. Roboute Guilliman was beheaded by Fulgrim's sword and was in critical condition. The poison of Slaanesh on the blade eroded the life of the Ultramarines' master, and no treatment could help. Guilliman could only be placed in a stasis field and sleep for a thousand years after a thousand years, until today.

If the Emperor had not appeared to save Guilliman's last breath, the Primarch of the Ultramarines would have already fallen in the Battle of Sarsera, killed by Fulgrim's poisonous blade.

The demon world of Carax is a place of enjoyment bestowed upon Fulgrim by the evil god Slaanesh because of his outstanding performance in the Battle of Sarsela.

This is a licentious world filled with joy, closer to a garden than a planet. Bright red liquid is flowing on the ground, and it is unclear whether it is blood or pomegranate juice. The seductive moans of succubi and succubi are drifting in the wind like silk threads.

Fulgrim had indulged himself in pleasure on Carax for eons, but now, not even the most voluptuous elven maiden or the most skilled Keeper of Slaanesh could arouse his desire or dull the rage within him.

"Despicable guy!"

In the luxurious crystal palace, the Ascended Primarch, dragging a long, sticky snake tail, used his newly grown arms to punch heavily on the salt table filled with wriggling pieces of flesh in front of him. His sharp teeth clenched together, making a harsh clucking sound, which silenced the succubus servants on both sides.

Fulgrim gritted his teeth, the image of the disastrous defeat in the Stone Fortress lingering in his mind, making him furious.

It was not angry about losing to Ryan, even though Ryan, wearing the Baptist Armor, relied on a layer of tortoise shell to remain invincible, which was somewhat unfair. The remnants of the Dark Angels in the Megalith Monastery also had the Devil constantly emerging from the fog to contain and consume them.

Even if he could not defeat Llane in a one-on-one duel, Fulgrim was confident that he could delay until Slaanesh could completely pull the Stone Fortress into the Warp.

But who knew that in the end, what ended this chase was not Slaanesh's Devourer nor Llane's platinum giant sword, but a bunch of strange-looking robots that suddenly jumped out from nowhere and beat Fulgrim up. The firepower was so fierce and the tactics were so brutal that even the Primarch who was promoted to a Demon Prince could not withstand it.

This is clearly a duel between brothers, what's the point of launching a sneak attack?

In resentment, Fulgrim was surrounded by a group of tall and strong Extinction Relics, and was hit on the top of his head by the sword of the Lion who arrived later.

"What a shame, what a despicable thing to do...Did Lion lose his former glory as a knight of Caliban during his ten thousand years of sleep?!" Fulgrim gnashed his fangs with a clattering sound. "Did he fall asleep?!"

Until now, it still hasn't figured out where those extinction machines came from. Wasn't the access control system of the secret library of the Stone Monastery corroded by chaos and unable to be opened?

Could it be that Slaanesh was affected by something else and failed?

Recalling the rise and fall of the Chaos tide in the Stone Fortress, and the sudden high and low tides in the purple mist, Fulgrim felt that it was very likely.

"Perhaps, the defeat to the Lion is not my fault, but because the Prince of Pleasure failed to drag the monolith into the Warp before the Extinction Machine was released?" Fulgrim smoothly put the blame on Slaanesh.

Chapter 251 Minimum Number of People

Also in the Eye of Terror, Abaddon the Despoiler piloted his marriage ship, Vengeful Spirit, and brought the Black Legion with no casualties back to one of their forward bases in the dust cloud at the edge of the Eye of Terror.

Abaddon had a sharp eye. As soon as he learned that the lion king in the stone had revived and Fulgrim showed signs of failure, he made a decisive decision to escape. He ran straight into the warp before the energy system of the Stone Fortress was restored and the extinction machine was activated.

The Chaos Warmaster is always able to maximize the preservation of his own manpower through well-timed strategic retreats.

Simply put, no one knows how to run better than Abaddon.

"Although the Lord of Change's plan to occupy the Krenna sector and Prince of Joy's attempt to devour the boulder have both failed, the failure of the evil god does not mean my failure."

On the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon said to his confidants in the Black Legion: "We have dealt a heavy blow to the Dark Angels' manpower at an astonishingly low cost. We have plundered a large amount of weapons and equipment and mortal slaves from the planet Pluto, recovered dozens of Dark Angels' corpses and successfully seized their gene seeds. The Black Legion's own casualties are - 0, absolutely none."

"Without a doubt, this is a great victory!" Abaddon raised his hands high, and the Horus Claw on his left hand was wrapped in lightning and crackling: "--We have won a great victory!"

"We won big!"

"The Warmaster wins!"

Everyone agreed. Just as the Chaos Warmaster said, every expedition is a victory.

Abaddon left the deep cabin amid cheers. The moment he turned around, the heroic expression on his face turned into a gloom as deep as the night, and he said nothing.

The name of the Chaos Warmaster resounded throughout the Eye of Terror. He had become the most powerful Chaos warlord among all the Insignificant, but only Abaddon himself knew how precariously he had been walking on thin ice all these years. The Black Crusades over the past ten thousand years were not so much revenge for the Emperor as they were Abaddon leading his bandits to plunder the human empire every day and quietly grow his power.

As a warlord, involved in chaos, any mistake in his actions would lead to eternal damnation, so he had no choice but to be cautious.

It was this caution that allowed Abaddon to fish in troubled waters and make a fortune when Tzeentch and Slaanesh suffered successive defeats, becoming the biggest winner in this chaos.

Now, Abaddon faced another problem that needed to be faced carefully.