Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

[Due to insufficient decisive evidence, in the name of the Archbishop of the Solar Sector, Terra has decided to reject the proposal of the Church of the Espenes Sector to canonize 'Alexi Reipt' as a living saint.]

Plumeria was silent.

"Alexei, isn't she the living saint? The Emperor's prophet?" Plumeria was a little confused. "I remember that she has been called the Emperor's prophetess for many years. Everyone in the Far East Frontier agrees that she is a well-deserved living saint... But what about this reply letter from Terra?"

The young monitor lowered his head slightly and did not dare to answer.

Plumelia thought for a moment and asked, "When was Alexei Reipt first called a 'prophetess' or a 'living saint'?"

The monitor responded in a low voice: "...According to the genealogy of the Reypt family, in the 39th year of the 776th millennium, the underage Alexi Reypt first displayed the Emperor's miracles on Nifol Prime, accurately predicting the time and location of an Ork attack, thus avoiding the destruction of a mineral planet; and later provided danger warnings and important combat opportunities for Espenes's battles against aliens and Chaos many times, becoming famous and eventually being worshipped as a 'living saint' by the state religion."

"How old is it now?"

"Year 40 of the 019th Millennium, Director," the monitor replied truthfully.

In other words, Terra just responded to a request that was sent about 300 years ago." Plumeria didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Born in Faya, a city governed by the Order of Truth, she had never been ruled by the imperial bureaucrats. Although she often heard monks complain about how abstract and difficult it was to deal with the human empire, it was only through personal contact that she could truly understand how abstract the human empire was.

Plumeria sorted out her confused thoughts and calmed down:

"The Terra headquarters rejected the application of the Espenes branch to canonize Alexi as the Emperor's Living Saint. This means that the Terra expedition she initiated is actually not legitimate..."

"Furthermore, Terra denied the narrative that the prophetess carried the Emperor's will, which means that her words and deeds could not represent the Emperor's will. Then the contract to cede the Far East Star Region drafted and signed by Alexi would have no legal effect... At least Terra would not recognize it."

This is troublesome...

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Plumeria quickly classified the information from Terra as top secret and used magic to erase the memories of all those who knew about it, including the psychic who received the astronomical message.

Because Russell was not there, she did not inform other department heads of the same level about the matter. Instead, she went directly to the Quiet Black Domain and found Gray Wind, who was supervising the construction of the master ship docked next to the giant dock, and gave her this subtle reply letter for her to review.

After understanding the situation, Gray Wind gave a very simple and crude response: "If Terra disagrees, then Neutron will kill Terra."

Chapter 262 The Fourth Batch

"Do you mean to order the extermination of Terra?"

"Ah...it seems that the Human Empire calls the star-destroying weapon the Extermination Order." Gray Wind nodded repeatedly.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Plumeria's breathing became lighter unconsciously. She felt that Gray Wind was a little too extreme.

"Let's wait and see Terra's response. It's better to handle this kind of news from Terra at this time as carefully as possible." Plumeria hurriedly urged Gray Wind to calm down. The Lord cannot start a war in anger... Ah, it seems that Gray Wind is not the Lord.

Then should it be changed to 'A general should not go into battle out of anger'?

After all, it was 300 years ago that the Church of Espiones canonized Alexi as a living saint. According to the communication efficiency of the Human Empire, at this moment, there may still be a lot of government affairs during the Terra Unification War piled up in the document library of the Ministry of the Interior waiting to be processed.

Generally speaking, only urgent matters like the Battle Moon rising over Terra will be given priority by the High Lords' Council. As for other insignificant matters like the destruction of the Blood Angels' home planet and the awakening of the Dark Angels' Primarch, maybe the gentlemen of the Terran Council will reluctantly take a look at them if they are in a good mood one day?

After reading it, most people just leave the document to collect dust. After all, it does not affect the vital interests of the masters.

You are right, it is still a bit inappropriate to use neutrons to kill Terra." Grey Wind agreed with the advice of the psychic supervisor.

"Huh~" Plumeria let out a long sigh and patted her chest with her hands.

"It should be '天宏浩荡'."

"Cough! Cough cough--" Plumeria choked.

Huifeng folded her arms, squeezing her heavy breasts under her collarbones until they were about to burst out. She looked down at the construction machinery moving back and forth at the dock and said:

"The available resources on Terra have long been exploited by humans, and the ecological environment has been completely destroyed by war. This dry planet that can't even provide basic food for itself is forcibly carrying trillions of excess populations, and can only rely on transport ships from other planets to survive."

"Neutron extermination can indeed conveniently handle the huge population on Terra, but in terms of massacre efficiency, the Heavenly Flood will not be much worse, and the fish that slip through the net can be asked to be dealt with by Coronie... If the efficiency difference is not big, using the Heavenly Flood can effectively alleviate Terra's drought problem and will be more conducive to subsequent environmental transformation and utilization."

"Well, it's true that the sky is vast. First, we need to find a nearby gas giant planet to mine enough hydrogen..."

Plumeria was confused.

What is the Heavenly Flood? Is this the decision to annihilate Terra? Is it going to be a full-scale war with the Human Empire? Should I report this to Russell...

Plumeria looked around anxiously. The busy Tranquility Black Domain Shipyard was still busy as usual. Except for the Cetus Titan and the Gray Gu mothership docked next to the No. 1 dock where the Dominate was under construction, the other seven docks were running non-stop. One after another, ships flew out of the docks. This situation has not stopped since she came here, and it is still coming out...

"You've made it just in time." Gray Wind raised his head from thinking about how to destroy Terra and said, "The third batch of ships produced by the giant shipyard has just been completed. The ones you see are new ships that have just completed factory calibration and are ready to fly to Nifol Prime for assembly."

Plumeria swallowed her saliva, looking at the countless warships that were densely packed around her and almost completely filling up all the airspace around the shipyard. She thought that the scene when the first and second batches of new ships were shipped was obviously not so spectacular...

"Second, how many ships are there in the third batch?"

Titans, 2137 battleships, 211 battlecruisers, 229 heavy cruisers, 941 light cruisers, destroyers... I haven't finished counting the largest number of frigates, but it should be more than . "

Gray Wind hugged his chest and said, "The adjustment period between Anti-Entropy and the Mechanical Department has been successfully completed. They have all found their way. The construction of the fourth batch of warships is being prepared."

"Let's set a small goal first - build 1 million ships."

Plumeria was stunned. Why are there more capital ships than cruisers?

The number of the third batch of ships was just a line of restrained numbers when Gray Wind said it. Perhaps only by being in it personally like her could one truly experience the huge and suffocating feeling of oppression.

The number of these warships is enough to block out the sky no matter which colonized planet they are docked on, but they are not very noticeable in the black hole's event horizon - the quiet black domain. Hundreds of Titans, thousands of battleships and countless frigates are moving towards the same space station at the same time. This powerful military force that is enough to make any force kneel and tremble... is just a thin "steel wire" pulled out on the desperately wide black hole accretion disk.

This steel wire starts from the giant dock and extends forward, passing through the Quiet Black Domain Star Base on the way, and ends at the star gate at the edge of the event horizon.

Relying on the terrifying production capacity of the giant dock, the Star Missile used countless interstellar battleships to string together a pearl necklace with only three beads in the vast universe.

Struggle with military force.

This was the first thought that popped into Plumeria's mind after she regained her composure.

is it necessary? "

"Is anything necessary?"

Plumeria took a deep breath and said, "Is it necessary to build so many ships?"

"Why not?" Gray Wind wondered, she didn't understand why the other party would ask such an obvious question.

Plumeria organized her words and explained, "As far as I know, the production capacity of a matter decompressor that extracts resources from a black hole far exceeds the total of the entire Krenna sector. With such an abundant supply of resources, we can actually complete the industrial recovery of the northern star belt and the integration of the southern star belt at least 5 years earlier. But the actual situation is that only 12% of the resources extracted by the matter decompressor each month are transported to various places in the Far East Star Region, and the remaining more than 80% are used... used for shipbuilding."

She looked around, the results of all those years of frantic shipbuilding before her eyes.

"I don't understand. The Zerg Fleet alone is far more than the Far East Star Region needs for self-defense. Even if the leader needs more fleets to expedition to the galaxy in the future, isn't it more important to build a stable rear base before setting off on the expedition?"

Huifeng scratched his head, feeling a little distressed: "What you said makes a lot of sense. Let me think about how to answer..."

After a moment, she suddenly realized: "I figured it out! Let's use the marshal's words: the fleet is the extension and execution tool of our power will. Without strong enough violence, even if the Far East Star Region is developed and prosperous, it will be in vain. If we have resources but don't use them to make weapons to protect ourselves, should we hoard them in warehouses and wait for the aliens to plunder?

The Marshal also said: If a war requires 100 frigates to win, then we should build more Titans to guard against sneak attacks from other aliens. "

Plumeria was confused.

What did the Marshal tell you?

Chapter 263 Protective Confinement

"Well...did the Marshal say anything else to you?" Plumeria asked cautiously.

Gray Wind answered without hesitation: "He also said that any rules and any laws are just tools for the strong to restrain the weak. The truth of this galaxy is violence and only violence. Violence is everything and violence is the only thing. Violence can win everything and violence is the ultimate perfect solution to all problems."

Plumeria was silent for a few seconds, then nodded helplessly: "I understand. If this is the leader's will..."

Huifeng showed an expression that showed that the child was teachable.

In fact, long before Russell proposed the idea of ​​the Blood Court, the development direction of the Far East Star Region had already been determined.

That is to develop military force at all costs and to strengthen military force by any means. Military force is the only foundation for human beings to survive and make a living.

Love and peace, dreams and ideals; development and future, freedom and redemption... lofty-sounding principles, innocent kindness. Will the greenskins listen? Or will the Tyranids listen? Or should we beg the Necrons and the Eldar for kindness?

"He said that every race in this universe wants to exterminate every race except their own."

Including titanium.

"He said that the universe does not believe in peace, and that killing and destruction are the only eternal themes in the Milky Way."

"I believe what he says. I believe everything." Huifeng placed his hands on his chest with a calm look.

Just like when Russell boarded the Gray Goo mothership without any precautions when they first met in Faya, Gray Wind also gave Russell unreserved trust in return. Just follow his orders, and the consequences will be dealt with later.

Plumeria was numb. Her mind was filled with the thoughts of the Marshal's wisdom, the Marshal's right, and the Marshal's final words.

But in addition to cheering for the Marshal, there is also a very realistic problem: in the entire Far East star region, there are less than 1500 highly qualified people who have successfully obtained Class A driving licenses to command ships above the destroyer level, while the giant shipyard has produced more than 2000 battleships in recent years, and they are still being built continuously until now.

"Who will sail all those boats?"

"Me!" Huifeng took the lead.

Plumeria was speechless.

After sending away the completely numb psychic supervisor, Grey Wind put his energy back into the task at hand.

Her optical sensors scanned forward and saw that the framework of the 'King of Taixu' had been completely built. The dock module, the pressurized wings, the dragon scale armor... everyone was lying obediently in the warehouse waiting for her favor. The next step was the final assembly. The construction difficulty, which was enough to daunt Mars, was no different from playing with building blocks for Grey Wind.

But before you build the Juggernaut with the blocks, there is one final preparation.

The Gray Goo mothership docked next to Dock No. 1 started its engine, and the graviton beam dragged a dormant L-gate slowly towards the core of the Overmind Framework.

As the construction of the Overmind officially entered the final stage, Gray Wind's mood became excited.

"I have already put down the first building block!"

"I have built the first star gate!"

At the same time, in the Ultramar star field, at the edge of the stellar gravity well of the Macragge galaxy, a faint green light slowly lit up.

A tall mechanical monster was dancing and screaming, his 13 mechanical arms and 6 tentacles trembling with excitement, and on the deck behind him were countless Mecha servants and state religion believers who were prostrating themselves on the ground and praying devoutly.

Five years after the remnants of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet arrived at Macragge, the Ultramar stargate was officially opened.

"Check the operation status of the star gate! Monitor the curvature of space-time in the galaxy! Be prepared to forcibly cut off the power supply center at any time! The ships from Faya may come out of the star gate at any time... Be polite! Pay attention to your manners! Let the guests from afar experience the hospitality of Ultramar..."

The Mechanical Sage was excitedly dragging his mechanical arms back and forth on the deck, making a rustling sound of metal. The priests of the state religion present were already preparing to hold a grand hymn for the lighting of the stargate. The cabin of the foundry ship was busy, and from time to time, a technical priest was forcibly dragged away to soak in coolant because the data center overheated and short-circuited, and then he would crawl back to the deck crying and wet, just to watch the light of the stargate for even one more second.

Different from the fanaticism of the two religions, the Astartes Brothers on the Space Marine fleet parked not far away generally remained rational. Perhaps it was due to the excellent ideological and political education of the Ultramarines. The descendants of Guilliman were always more willing to show their rational and glorious side to the outside world.

The superiors will not allow it!

"Captain, can you drop the heresy charge against me now?"

The speaker was a tall Space Marine wearing dark blue armor. His shoulder armor was engraved with a gold-plated chapter emblem, and on his head he wore a golden laurel crown symbolizing glory. His identity was obvious.

——Former Captain of the Blue Blood Nobles Chapter, current Chapter Master, Eliwood.

He was now standing on the bridge of the legendary warship called Macragge's Glory, with another senior Astartes Brother who had served as Chapter Master standing beside him. His pale temples were cut in half by a scar.