Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

If she opened the hole now to fight that being for Ebonin, it would only cause her soul to be completely shattered. Taking advantage of the last moment before her soul was snatched away, Russell quickly asked one last question:

"Why did you ask Banhart to help you meet with the Star-Balling Emissary?"

"Because... the Star Shooter owes... the Venerable God... a debt..."

The intermittent voice quickly dissipated, and Aponin's body collapsed into a hollow shell.

Her soul was taken away by the 'Honorable God'.

On the quiet observatory, the stunned Banhart stared at Russell in amazement.

What is a deity? Is it Inad, the god of death? What did Ebonin mean by what he just said? What does it mean that the Star-Bombs owe their deities a debt?

Banhart felt that he knew nothing about this galaxy.

Revatien held the sniper bone gun and silently replaced the paralytic toxin in the needle with cell lysing toxin. He asked, "Master, do you want to silence me?"

She felt like Banhart seemed to have heard something he shouldn't have heard, and she didn't mind killing to keep her master's secret.

"It's not necessary to silence him." Russell casually let Banghart's life pass in front of the Golden Throne.

He stood up from in front of Ebonin's body calmly, with a gentle smile on his face: "The Governor still owes me a sum of money, but since your fundraising channels have been cut off by me, you can pay the money in other ways."

"What is the specific method?" Banhart asked reluctantly.

"Like do me a favor."

"help?"

"Help." Russell smiled and said, "To be precise, I want you to go to Comoros with me. During this time, you need to obey all my orders unconditionally. After you come back, the money you owe me will be written off."

At the moment, he can no longer obtain psychic dust through Banhart's channels, so he plans to go directly to Comoros to get it.

Banhart thought for a moment and did not agree immediately: "Please give me a day to think about it."

"The rotation period of Klentalina is 2.1 Terra days, or two days to be exact?" Russell said, touching his chin.

I will give you a reply as soon as possible. " From this sentence, Banhart felt Russell's tough attitude.

Rivagaren followed Russell holding Aponin's body, and the three of them left the observatory and walked downstairs.

Russell's original plan was to walk around the Eye of Terror to investigate the Eldar's activities and try to find out what Slaanesh's angry roar meant. But he had just arrived at the Krona Sector, and he got such important information from his first contact with Banhart's "friend". It was too smooth, too smooth.

The investigation was too smooth, making Russell feel like a blind cat that had stumbled upon a dead mouse. Whether he was blind or not was another matter, but was it really a coincidence that he had picked up this dead mouse? Was it simply good luck? Or... had I unknowingly stepped into the scheme and arrangement of some existence?

In the past, Russell would have shouted to the warp without hesitation, "This must be Tzeentch's conspiracy!" But now that Tzeentch has suffered two consecutive defeats at his hands, will the Lord of Change really be so stubborn as to continue to plot against the Star-Bomber?

Or is there some other will involved?

For example, the 'God' who protects the Phoenix School...

Russell was thinking about these questions as he walked down the spiral staircase. Suddenly, Banhart, who was walking in front, stopped and he almost bumped into him.

Looking up, Russell saw one shoulder trembling slightly.

"This...this is..."

Banhart's voice and body trembled slightly. If it weren't for his aristocratic upbringing and fear of Russell supporting his legs, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

The spiral staircase was still filled with rotating colored lights, but there was no more noise than when they came. The smell of hallucinogens and secretions was still in the air, but it was not as pungent as before. There was a stronger smell that overwhelmed them.

Russell closed his eyes, and the sweet smell of blood and the bitter smell of bile filled his nostrils.

In front of Banhart, at the bottom of the spiral staircase, a horrific picture of hell unfolded in a pool of blood.

The huge transit node was filled with lifeless corpses. A mutant addicted to drugs had his throat pierced while in a state of ecstasy, yet he still had a blissful smile on his face until his death. Men and women who indulged in lust had their bodies still connected together until the moment before they died. A smuggler who was hiding in a corner conducting some transaction still had precious little items that he had not sold in his stiff hands.

The light ball above the hall was still spinning, illuminating the pale and black corpses with a variety of colors.

Tall and fully armed Eldar banshees walked gracefully around the corpses on the ground and lined up in front of Russell. They knelt on one knee respectfully and said softly, "Master, all living things in the transfer node have been cleared."

"Statistics," Russell said calmly.

"Yes." A banshee raised her head and opened her visor to reveal her beautiful face. "In this operation, a total of individuals were killed, including mutants: 599 with mild deformities, 971 with severe deformities, and 677 subhumans..."

"Finally, there are the Dark Eldar, 11 in total, three of whom have veils with circular patterns on their faces."

The banshee said with a guilty conscience: "It's my incompetence, Master, that I left no survivors. When they found that they were no match for us and couldn't escape, they committed suicide without hesitation."

The elves of the Phoenix School are indeed not afraid of death.

Chapter 260 259 A pot of porridge

It was midnight when Russell came out of the silent underground street. Above the dome of Clentalina was a purple haze, and dense streams of light streaked across the dreamy night sky dotted with stars.

"That's the direction of Lion Rock-V," explained Banhart Medius.

The high-dimensional invaders broke through the Krenna sector from north to south with unstoppable force, and used the anchor star systems nailed by dimensional anchors to carve out an invasion route across the starry sky and directly into the interior of the Eye of Terror.

The end of this route is Lion Rock-V.

"Lion Mountain is about 4 light years away from Klentalina. These psychedelic meteors are the unique ripples produced when the high-dimensional ships of the Boundary Breakers pass through the turbulence of the subspace. We see these meteors passing through the night sky at this moment, which means that about 4 years ago, another group of Boundary Breakers' fleets rushed into the Eye of Terror."

Banhart said, his tone slowly relaxing. The Boundary Breaker did not do anything to Klentalina who was so close to him, but simply passed by the anchor star system 'Lion Mountain-V'. This was really the best news.

Russell rubbed his temple with one hand: "The situation is becoming more and more chaotic..."

This is a crazy era: invaders from higher dimensions continuously plunge into the Eye of Terror and invade the warp, the reborn Necrons follow the clay artist on the road to revival, the greenskins of the whole galaxy are rushing to Armageddon for the throne of the Khan, and the Eldar embrace the God...

Abstract things happened one after another, and he was somewhat desensitized. If Russell's feeling when he first learned that the Dimensional Warlock had escaped and the Boundary Breaker had invaded a higher dimension was "What the hell!!!", then his feeling now when he learned that the Dark Eldar had signed a contract with the End of the Cycle was "What the hell."

It's not that I'm not shocked, but I'm numb to it. I even want to ask, "Can 111 be a little more chaotic?"

He thought that with the complete technology tree of the Human Federation and the help of Gray Wind, he only needed to develop for a period of time to build a powerful force and plan a bright new future for the human race. But now the whole galaxy is like a group of demons dancing in chaos as if they had taken stimulants. A group of hot and crazy guys wielding swords and guns have forced the incompatible Human Federation into a corner, saying in unison: "Brother, stop developing and go crazy with everyone!"

Russell looked up at the sky, and saw bright meteors streaking across like a rain.

"The only thing to be thankful for now is that the Tyranids have not yet started a large-scale invasion of the Milky Way." Russell sighed secretly in his heart.

As far as he knew, the first time the Human Empire officially came into contact with the Tyranids was in the 41th year of the 745st millennium. The First Tyranid War broke out as a signal from the tentacles of the Hive Fleet Behemoth, which rushed directly towards Macragge, the home of the Ultramarines.

About two hundred years later, in the 41th year of the 990st Millennium, Hive Fleet Kraken stretched out its tentacles from the Damocles Gulf and pounced on Icha IV, thus beginning the Second Tyrannic War. In this war, not only did the Human Empire suffer heavy losses, but even the Eldar's Iyanden Craft Worldship and a large number of Tau Empire starships involved in the war were devoured by Hive Fleet Kraken.

Fortunately, it is now the 40th year of the 018th millennium, and there are still more than 1700 years before the Tyranid invasion.

"The Necrons, Greenskins, and Eldar have all been affected by the stars and become dangerous and highly uncontrollable. If even the Tyranids invade at this time and become troublemakers, the entire galaxy will really be in chaos..."

...Things shouldn't go in that direction, right? Should they?

Russell was melancholy and Banhart was nervous. Both of them said goodbye to each other with different feelings. Governor Banhart returned to his Governor's Palace to discuss with his confidants and make plans for the next cooperation. Russell took the girls to the Titan and left the Klentalina galaxy.

The direction that the Pot of Greed left was east of Clentalina, in the direction of Lion Rock.

Russell was planning to go to the Cadia sector, which was also located on the edge of the Eye of Terror, to continue investigating the recent movements of the Dark Eldar and the Alien Pirates. On the way to Cadia, he could also check out the anchor star system left by the Boundary Breaker in the Krenna sector.

Lion Rock-V is a rather special galaxy. Different from the single-star star system preferred by humans, this is a triple galaxy. The entire celestial system has a total of three stars orbiting each other irregularly. The highly unstable celestial activities have spawned a large number of heavy elements with incredible physical properties, making the crusts of the only two rocky planets in the galaxy rich in rare minerals.

This is the unique tone of the star region close to the core of the Milky Way. Living conditions are another matter, but the resources are truly abundant.

Therefore, the Adeptus Mechanicus occupied this place at all costs and made it a permanent base. While Lion Rock-V continuously provides elemental minerals to the Human Empire, it also serves as a portal and bridge for communication between Klentalina and the Cadia star sector.

However, when the Boundary Breaker came here and nailed a dimensional anchor that blocked time and space at the gravitational balance point at the core of the three-star system, the bridge was cut in half.

Russell rode the Titan to the broken bridge and stood in the ring temple on the bridge of the Pot of Greed, gazing at the dimensional anchor emitting a gloomy light in the center of the distant galaxy.

"I have to say that the dimensional anchor of the Boundary Breaker is very design-conscious." Russell said with his arms folded.

"Yes."

"It's like a huge transparent jellyfish, floating in a pool of calm water with its tentacles spread out."

However, such a seemingly fragile "transparent jellyfish" can lock the time, space and dimension of an entire star system for the boundary breaker.

"The environment of Lion Rock-V is not peaceful. The conditions in the three-star system are always changing rapidly."

Revatien and Revagallen were very skilled in providing support for Russell. They were both very smart and their emotional intelligence improved significantly in the short time they had been with their master.

"Master, the Boundary Breaker's dimensional anchor has entered the range of the Titan's main gun. Do we need to destroy it?" Revagaron asked. He knew that the high-dimensional invaders were hostile to all native life, including the Star-Burning.

Russell shook his head and said, "Leave it here. We'll just take a look as we pass by. It won't do us any harm to let the Boundary Breaker continue to fight the Eye of Terror."

According to Grey Wind's report, since the high-dimensional invasion was about to come, the frequency of Chaos war gang harassment and pirate attacks encountered by the Star Claws in the Badab system has dropped drastically. The number of gene seed stocks in their chapter has rarely begun to grow.

This is truly an incredible thing for a Chapter stationed on the front lines of Chaos.

Chapter 261 From Terra

While Russell was traveling through the Anchor Point System on the Pot of Greed, the Far East star region was still as busy as ever.

In the Far Eastern star field, in the Euspines star region, a pale gas giant planet is quietly running in a desolate and uninhabited galaxy. The huge spots are like the eyes of the devil, so this gas giant planet is also called the White Ghost by astronomers.

That huge spot is called the Ghost Eye.

Above the Ghost Eye, in the synchronous orbit of the giant white ghost planet, an inconspicuous large tower-like facility is silently hovering. The overall shape of the facility is somewhat like the extended antenna of human home televisions in ancient Terra.

This huge antenna just stays still above the Ghost Eye, like an ear standing up high, listening attentively to something.

This is the intelligence department of the Psionic Department of the Order of Truth - the 'Subspace Monitoring Station'.

The predecessor of this department was the Astropathic Office of Espionis, and many of the monitors were former astropaths who were directly hired. Due to the instability of psykers, the expedition fleet to Terra did not bring too many psykers except for the necessary navigators and astropaths, and they were not plundered like foundry workers and mineral vein experts.

Therefore, psykers can be said to be the type of talent that the Order of Truth lacks the least today, and the Psyker Department has the largest number of people among the four major departments. In addition to assisting Coroniai in deciphering the Organic Codex, there are still a large number of spare personnel who can be stationed in the subspace monitoring stations to monitor the subspace and listen to astropathic communications from all over the empire.

For the monitors in the 'Ghost Eye' monitoring station, today is destined to be an unusual day, because just now... they heard a special star message.

"What's wrong with you? Your body is so stiff..."

A monitor held a cup of hot cocoa and looked at his colleague who suddenly froze with a vigilant look. He was a senior astropath who had served in the Astropathic Office for many years. He knew clearly how dangerous it was to monitor the subspace. If the scattered consciousness of an astropath accidentally came into contact with some evil existence lurking in the sea of ​​souls and was contaminated by it... it would not be surprising if the astropath immediately turned into a monster.

Fortunately, this eavesdropper colleague was simply shocked by the content and origin of the information he overheard, and did not come into contact with some untouchable existence.

"Can you help me get the paper and pen over there? This information cannot be dictated, I must write it down by hand." The stiff-bodied monitor pleaded.

"Go and have a rest after you finish writing. You're a little tired." The old monitor gave him a few simple instructions and said nothing more after bringing him paper and pen.

The other party took the paper and pen and immediately began to write. Soon, the handwritten parchment was sent up through the highest-level express channel. Less than half an hour later, space ripples caused by the jump engine appeared in the orbit of the white ghost giant planet.

A Cetus-class Titan leapt out from the bend of space and time. It was a large warship that only department heads were qualified to mobilize. The origin of this star message was so great that it alarmed Plumeria, the head of the Psionic Department, and she had to put down everything she was doing and come to the monitoring station to check it out in person.

The encryption of this star language is very ancient. Although it has been translated many times, it still maintains the highest level of encryption. The ancient encryption method that has not changed for a long time points directly to Terra.

"Star language from Terra..." Plumeria hurriedly boarded the monitoring station, took the carefully rolled parchment from the slightly stiff hands of the monitor, and began to read the contents.

The professional eavesdropper's handwriting was very neat and standard, and it was as easy to read as printed text, except that the strokes at the end of each word were a little hasty, which was enough to show the excitement of the eavesdropper when he wrote these words: