Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Banhart slowed down his pace and walked to the end of the dead end. He reached out and touched the cold and hard wall in front of him. He said, "The huge webway system covers the entire planet. Through it, we can quickly reach any corner of Klentalina."

Russell raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled without saying anything.

"From the perspective of physics and engineering, it is almost impossible to build such a network on a planet. It will consume too much space and occupy too many resources. But at this moment, the finished product of this impossible project is right in front of us, at our feet." Banhart took a deep breath, turned around and looked directly into Russell's eyes:

"You are a powerful psychic, Mr. Russell. I believe you felt the unusualness of this system the moment you stepped into the passage. Yes, its construction and dependence are closely related to the warp. The Jin people dug out this micro-webway covering the planet from the layer between the real universe and the warp... In fact, the ancients referred to the giant ancient webway that spanned the starry sky when they built it."

Russell was still smiling, his calm eyes were as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water: "It's basically the same as my guess."

The rubble belt outside the Klentalina galaxy is the product of the shattering of the 'Metropolitan Giant Planet' in the Golden Age. How could there be no legacy left by the Golden Man on Klentalina, which is in the same galaxy as the Metropolitan Giant Planet?

But the origin of this inheritance is a bit big.

"Through the micro-network, we can quickly reach any corner of Klentalina, but there are two major limitations to using it," Banhart continued:

"First, the bandwidth of the micro-network is limited. No large vehicle can enter it. The limit is that small vehicles like hoverbikes can barely pass through it. But most people will choose to walk."

“That brings us to the second restriction.”

“Secondly, the micro-webway is closely related to the subspace. It was dug out by the Golden Man from the curtain between the real universe and the subspace. However, because Klentalina is at the edge of the Eye of Terror, the curtain here is already very fragile.

The thin veil was made even more fragile by the webway digging, so some strange phenomena often occurred deep in the micro-webway system.

Occasionally, demons would crawl out from another dimension and wander in the passage like ghosts. Sometimes they would get bored after wandering for a few hours and return to the warp, and sometimes they would wander in the micro-webway for decades...

Therefore, anyone who enters the micro-webway must hold their breath and concentrate as much as possible, not making too much noise to disturb 'them', and they must also suppress some bad thoughts as much as possible - dark thoughts will also attract demons. "

That's why people walking in the micro webway are in such a hurry and keep silent... It would be extremely dangerous for psychics to walk in the micro webway.

"Because of these two characteristics, the micro-webway system has a more appropriate name in the underground society of Klentalina," said Banhart:

Silent underground street. ”

"That's a good name..." Russell touched his chin, "But you are talking to me for a long time here. Aren't you afraid of triggering the restrictions and attracting the devil?"

"We have reached the end, we can relax a little." Banhart Medius said with a smile, "And even if there is a one in a million chance that a demon is attracted, I have a way to escape from this 'silent underground street' calmly."

How could the governor of a planet go deep underground without carrying some means of self-protection with him?

Russell thought so too, so he looked behind Banhart, at the end of the dead end: "So our destination is this wall?"

Banghart laughed, and there was a hint of relief in his laughter. It seemed that the Star Bullet was not omniscient and omnipotent. There were also things on Klentalina that could make the Star Bullet's messenger puzzled.

"The planetary government of Klentalina has never truly controlled the entire Silent Underground Street. For thousands of years, this micro-network has always been used by various groups of people on this planet. It is the main underground trading network for those bottom nest scum.

Criminals, black marketeers, mutants, aliens... who knows how many evils are hidden in the intricate web."

At this point, Governor Banhart suddenly smiled mysteriously: "The place I am taking you to today is the dirtiest corner of the Silent Underground Street."

As his voice fell, a few faint rays of light suddenly appeared at the end of the dead end of the webpath in front of him.

The cold and hard walls in the darkness suddenly melted like ice, and the heavy and ancient concrete bricks dissipated like smoke. It seemed that it was just a flash before Russell's eyes, and a completely different scene appeared in front of him.

Behind the wall was a complex building that looked like a bar, a castle, or a department store. Mutants with deformed appendages could be seen shaking their heads under the colorful lights, pale, hunchbacked figures huddled in the corners of tables and chairs, smoking something, and excited men and women dancing and combining in public, drawing cheers from the surrounding onlookers, with more and more people joining in.

"Mutants are not considered human according to the standards of the human empire. Therefore, on some densely populated planets, the total population counted by the Ministry of the Interior is often 1/3 to 300% less than the actual number."

As Banhart walked forward, he said, "This is one of the transit nodes of the Silent Underground Street. It is one of the observation stations/consoles set up by the Jin people in the micro-network to observe the fluctuations of the warp curtain. But since the Iron Man Rebellion and the Long Night Era, no one on Klentalina has been able to activate or repair this observatory.

It has now become a place of indulgence where countless low-level scum gather together, and people from all walks of life are mixed in. "

Russell's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded nonchalantly: "You said before that you have a friend who has some channels with the Dark Eldar and can get a large number of living Eldar created using cloning technology... Is that friend here?"

"I have an appointment with it to meet here." Banhart said truthfully, "Perhaps because the amount of money I owe you is too huge, even that friend has never smuggled such a large number of living Eldar, so he is a little wary and is reluctant to agree to my request.

But later, it got some "rumors" from somewhere and contacted me, hoping that I could help it meet the Star-Balling Emissary in person."

"Interesting..." Russell became interested. The word Banhart used to address that friend was not he or she, but it.

It was obvious that Banghart did not regard that friend as a human being, and he was a person who would call mutants "he".

The two chapters are combined.

Chapter 256: Aponin

Banhart put on a gas mask to prevent himself from inhaling the hallucinogenic substances in the air, and then gently pressed a small ornament hanging on his neck, activating the internal defense circuit to allow an invisible energy field to cover his body.

After doing this, he took Russell to the corrupted building known as the Collapse Node.

He actually prepared two gas masks, but Russell said he didn't need them.

In the hazy lights and among the distorted crowd, the two normal people in bright clothes did not look haggard at all on their faces, and their indifferent eyes did not show the decadence and confusion unique to the Bottom Nest, and there were not even any physical deformities.

Such people walking in such an environment would inevitably seem somewhat out of place, especially since Banhart and Russell were both of noble birth, and their words and deeds carried a so-called "style" that the residents of the Bottom Nest particularly disliked.

But unexpectedly, the two's incompatibility did not cause them any trouble. Those who noticed them just showed some disgust and muttered, then made way for them to pass. There was no scene where any short-sighted thugs came to cause trouble and then were killed by the protagonist.

"It seems that many so-called upper-class people secretly visit this gray area of ​​the Silent Underground Street..." Russell could probably guess the reason.

"People in high positions are always inevitably exposed to gray areas." Banhart gave an explanation that was not really an explanation.

It's as black as ink here, and even gray... Russell shook his head slightly and said nothing more.

The journey was smooth. After Governor Banghart showed some kind of identification to a tall and thin mutant wearing a black robe who looked like a manager, he took Russell up the spiral staircase and went straight to the top of the building.

This is an empty circular observatory. There are no buildings on the flat plastic soil ground and the original facilities have been completely demolished. Standing on the empty observatory, one can look up and see the chaotic turbulence rolling and entangled like octopus tentacles, isolated on the other side of the curtain.

A tall figure wearing close-fitting light armor and a dark red silk cloak stood in the center of the observatory. It was obvious that he was a cautious guy.

This was the 'friend' Banhart had mentioned. Noticing the two people coming up the spiral staircase, it turned around and faced this side.

Russell wanted to see what the Governor's friend looked like, but he couldn't see it. It had a hood on its head and a square curtain hung from its forehead, just covering its entire face.

There were no holes for the eyes, mouth or nose on the white curtain. There was only a pitch-black circle painted on it that was particularly eye-catching. There was a gap about a finger's width in the upper left corner of the circle pattern, so it was not a perfect circle.

"Your friend... turns out to be a dark elf." Russell didn't seem surprised.

Although the face was covered by a hood and a curtain, this did not affect his judgment of the other party's identity. The racial characteristics on it were too obvious - unmodified humans rarely had a height of more than 2 meters and such a slender figure.

The colorful light from the Warp passed through the curtain and through the gaps in the cloak, illuminating her flat exposed abdomen with exceptional clarity. Her graceful mermaid line and abdominal muscles were clearly visible, and under her translucent skin flowed a dreamy color, which was a characteristic of the Dark Eldar.

——The skin of the Dark Eldar is always translucent and is described as being like snowflakes or plaster. Imperial scholars generally believe that this is due to their long-term living in the dark city of Commorra, which lacks sunlight.

"You arrived earlier than I expected." The Dark Eldar said softly.

"A qualified gentleman will not keep a lady waiting for long. Ebonin, you should know this." Banhart said to the dark elf in front of him named 'Ebonin'.

Aibonin sneered: "You humans never think that aliens can be called ladies or gentlemen."

At the same time, in the eyes of the Eldar, humans are just a group of wild monkeys who have gained wisdom by chance. The intelligent races in this universe always dislike each other. But many times they have to cooperate with each other for some complicated reasons.

Such as now.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Aponin - Aponin Phoenix. Are you the messenger of the Star Missile?" Aponin cast his gaze at the silent Russell beside him, although he didn't know how she could see the road with her eyes covered by the curtain.

"I am Russell, carrying out the will of the Star Bullet." Russell smiled at Aponin.

He had a good first impression of Eponin. As an alien, he did not bring any followers or companions with him to meet with human officials on the territory of the empire, but waited alone at the agreed place, behaving very friendly.

This is particularly rare for the proud elves, at least there is sincerity.

"But you haven't shown the corresponding sincerity." Aiboning suddenly said, with a somewhat unhappy tone.

Banhart frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

He is the governor of the Krenna sector, and Russell behind him is a big figure in the Order of Truth. Both of them are in high positions of power, but they came to meet an alien without any guards. Isn't this sincere enough?

Aponin did not answer, but just raised her left arm slightly, and her tall body disappeared in front of the two people out of thin air - it was not instant movement or psychic teleportation spell, but her movement speed had exceeded the limit of what the human eye could capture.

If Huifeng were here to observe with an optical sensor, he would be able to see that Aibonin completed the entire movement of extending his arms, squatting, and jumping in less than 0.01 milliseconds.

A pair of well-proportioned and muscular thighs were like the most powerful reeds, catapulting the Eldar's slender body out like an arrow.

Russell's body was just that of an ordinary mortal, and he could not see clearly what Aponin was doing, but that did not prevent him from slowly turning his head and casting his gaze towards the handguard of the spiral staircase behind the observatory.

It was the only place on the flat observatory where it was possible to hide things or people.

At the same second that Aponin shot out, a sharp sound of metal friction was heard on the observatory.

Two swift and agile figures kept jumping and chasing each other on the observatory, the short spears and arm blades in their hands clashed rapidly, their bodies were almost completely stuck together, the deadly blades repeatedly passed through the throat and chest with only a millimeter difference, and they danced a dance of death until death under the illusory light of the subspace.

Banghart silently held the protective pendant around his neck and frowned slightly. He knew that one of the two figures fighting was Aponin, but who was the other one?

Engaging in such fierce and dangerous close combat with the Dark Eldar, who are known for their physical athletic ability, would be difficult even for the bravest Space Marines, right?

Soon, his doubts were answered.

With a sharp sound, a short spear was picked up by the blade of Aponin's elbow and stuck into the plastic soil of the observatory. The peeper, who lost her weapon, quickly fell into a disadvantage. Aponin pushed the peeper to the ground with a swift attack that Banhart could not see clearly, half squatting and sitting on her chest with the blade of his arm against her throat.

It was not until this time that the human eye could see clearly that the person pinned down by Aponin was a tall woman wearing silver-grey full body armor. She was also over 2 meters tall, with a slender figure and beautiful curves. Her strong and slender legs were constantly kicking, trying to break free from Aponin's restraints, but to no avail.

Russell took a look and saw that the visor of the man under Aponin was engraved with the pattern of the mother tree flower that only the lieutenants of the Slaughter Cult had - it was Revatien.

"Rivatine used her psychic powers to hide her body from the moment the Pot of Greed landed at the port of Klentalina. She quietly sneaked behind us and followed us all the way here. No one noticed her presence along the way. This was a perfect disguise, but it was seen through by Aponin."

Russell felt a little solemn and strange: "I didn't expect her observation and perception abilities to be so sharp..."

Looking at Revatien struggling under Aponin, Russell's mind raced, and he thought of something deeper:

"According to my observation, Aponin didn't use any psychic technology to scout the surroundings just now. He just rushed out. And Revatien's psychic concealment is almost impossible to be discovered by ordinary means... Could it be that Aponin used his own psychic power? That can indeed be activated silently, without the need for subtle operations."

But isn't Ebonin a Dark Eldar? How can Dark Eldar use psychic powers?

Chapter 257: Sniper Bone Gun

Since the destruction of the Ancient Eldar Empire, the remnants of the Eldar who survived Slaanesh's attack are mainly divided into the following parts:

1. The Ark Eldar foresaw the coming of doom before Slaanesh was born, and fled the core of the Empire in advance on the Ark Worldship, wandering in the galaxy.

2. The reason for the degeneration of the Eldar is attributed to "technology makes people lazy", so they abandon all advanced technologies, return to primitive society and live on remote planets, becoming the "barbaric Eldar" who make a living by farming and nomadism.

3. The Dark Eldar who live in the port city of Commorros in the Webway and have luckily escaped Slaanesh's predation, and still continue the various decadent and dissolute behaviors of the Old Eldar Empire.

The Ark Eldar use the infinite circuits and soul stones in the Ark World Ship to protect their souls from being devoured by Slaanesh; the Savage Eldar stifle the possibility of depravity through a lonely life with low desires; ...only the Dark Eldar are still pursuing sadistic and indulgent sensory stimulation through various extreme means, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of hedonistic depravity.

From this perspective, the Dark Eldar are the most legitimate successors to the Ancient Eldar Empire, and are also the closest to Slaanesh.

In order to eliminate their connection with the Warp as much as possible and avoid being noticed by Slaanesh, the Dark Eldar banned all psychic powers, and the use of all psychic technology products left over from the Ancient Eldar Empire was strictly prohibited in Commorra - they do not have the loneliness and determination of the Savage Eldar, nor the self-discipline and restraint of the Ark Eldar. Once the Dark Eldar are targeted by Slaanesh, the only outcome is death and eternal torture.

The Dark Eldar will wantonly capture people of any race and slaughter them to death as sacrifices to Slaanesh, in order to prevent their souls from being devoured by Slaanesh. At the same time, the Dark Eldar themselves will also "drink" a large amount of tortured and painful souls to delay the aging of their own souls.

Ten thousand years passed quickly, and today, the Dark Eldar's psychic talents have degenerated to the point where they have almost forgotten that they are a psychic race.

And now, deep in the silent underground streets of Klentalina, Russell met a female Dark Eldar with keen psychic powers, Ebonin.