Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"So I have feelings. Don't treat me as a soulless mechanical AI, okay?" Gray Wind interrupted Russell's dry explanation, took his hand and placed it on his chest, his eyes tender: "Do you feel my heartbeat?"

"That's the lungs over there."

"Mistake! It was a mistake!" Gray Wind quickly moved his palm to his left chest. The heartbeat from his palm was gentle and rhythmic: "Now? Can you feel my heartbeat?"

Russell looked at Huifeng's angry face and noticed that she seemed a little different now. Not only did she get the relative position of the heart and lungs wrong, but she also made a mistake in the simulation of the human body - in this mood, the heart should beat faster. If it were the usual Huifeng, she would never make such a detail mistake.

Come to think of it, having the male protagonist feel the heartbeat with his palm is a very old-fashioned plot in novels... Did Xiaohui read the Gutai La Jinjiang online novel?

Russell recalled some unpleasant memories and pulled his hand out from Gray Wind's fingers: "I don't know what interesting plot you saw in the book, but please don't practice it on me. Maybe it's just a game for you who transcend the individual, but I'm a mediocre person. My ridiculous mind is still trapped in the joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate and hatred based on basic chemical reactions, so don't play with my feelings, okay?"

“That’s terrible.”

"what?"

"I say, Marshal, you are so bad." Grey Wind wiped the red corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. It seemed that Russell's pretended rationality and calmness finally broke the necklace called emotion. Pearls rolled down her cheeks and fell on the floor of the starport with crackling sounds.

She even forgot to shed tears... It seems she is really angry.

Gray Wind sobbed and the boundary between his body and the air became blurred, like a cloud of dust that was forcibly gathered together and could be easily blown away by the wind.

"You never believed me."

"You have been treating me like a self-contained, self-maintaining tool."

"You don't think I'm a self-aware sentient being, nor do you believe that a swarm of nanorobots can have their own feelings."

Huifeng wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked at Russell with a look of grievance: "What should I do to make you believe that I love you?"

Seeing her crying so hard that she was unrecognizable, Russell was a little overwhelmed: "Don't be like this... I will get into the role."

"What does it mean to get into a role?" Huifeng asked softly, trying hard to keep his facial features intact.

“It means choosing to invest in real feelings even when you know something is false.”

"I told you it's not fake!" Huifeng, who had just been crying in anger, was almost laughing again: "You don't believe this or that! Marshal, you won't be able to get a girlfriend like this!"

"A normal girl would have slapped me and run away crying when I said 'Don't play with my feelings.'" Russell said, "You've spoiled me too much, Gray Wind."

"But I just want to spoil you." Gray Wind's body gradually became clear, and his face was full of helplessness: "Who made me love you?"

Emotions are such irrational things, or rather, the word emotion itself is the antonym of rationality.

Russell reached out and touched Gray Wind's head, feeling that if he continued to bully Little Gray, there might be a Gray Gu rebellion: "Should I say I like you?"

"When you say 'love', it's love! Not like!"

"Yes, I love you, too."

"Humph... still so bad." Gray Wind held up Russell's hand that was caressing his head and pressed his newly formed cheek against his palm: "The Marshal is the worst."

Chapter 286 Current Situation

Chapter 284 Current Situation

After much persuasion, Gray Wind, who was sulking, finally calmed down. Russell and she boarded the 'King of Taixu', the dominant ship, entered an ordinary, inconspicuous office, closed the door, and prepared to inspect the results of the sentinel array after its completion.

Huifeng clapped his hands, and all the lights in the room went out. A three-dimensional star disk projection so huge that it almost occupied the entire area of ​​the office appeared before his eyes.

Thousands of stars, trillions of streams of light, and countless light points gathered together to form a dazzling cantilever, dragging a halo of glory that slowly rotated in front of Russell. Stars were born and died between his fingers, and the Milky Way was in full view.

Russell easily found Terra, which was highlighted by Gray Wind, in the ocean of floating starlight. He pinched his chin with his fingertips and said, "The real-time star map scanned by the Sentinel Array is a little different from the version commonly circulated in the Human Empire."

The main structure of the Milky Way is mainly composed of four parts: the galactic center black hole, the central star cluster, the galactic disk arm, and the edge halo. Among them, the galactic arm occupies the largest visual volume of the Milky Way.

The Milky Way disk has a total of 4 large arms and 2 small arms. The solar system, the home galaxy of human civilization, is located on one of the two small arms, the 'Orion' arm.

However, in order to highlight the lofty status of Holy Terra as the throne world, star maps drawn by the Human Empire generally tend to deliberately exaggerate the size and volume of the 'Orion' arm, and often draw this small cantilever to be more spectacular than the four large cantilevers such as 'Perseus' and 'Sagittarius'. The misleading side of religion is highlighted here.

Truly accurate star maps are usually only circulated among senior personnel in organizations such as the Navigator Family and the Imperial Navy.

"Using the Terra coordinate system as the reference system, the core star field of the human empire, the Solar Star Field, is located in the western part of the Milky Way star disk. The light of the Astronomican is radiating outward from this point. Wherever the Astronomican shines, it is the territory of the Emperor."

As Grey Wind spoke, he lightly touched the light spot representing Terra with his fingertips. Suddenly, a dazzling light golden ring expanded rapidly, almost encompassing the entire Milky Way. The core heartland of the Human Empire: the Solar Star Region was completely enveloped by the Emperor's sacred light and coated with a layer of dazzling golden glow.

However, this solar star region bathed in the glory of the Emperor is now surrounded by an endless emerald green tide, like a golden island in a green ocean. On all sides of the island, green plumes are constantly converging here.

"Greenskins from all over the galaxy are migrating towards the Solar System. Their goal is Armageddon."

"The mass migration of the greenskins has put the throne world of the human empire in jeopardy, but it has also greatly reduced the garrison pressure on other star regions, especially the Ultramarine. In recent years, Terra's control over other imperial star regions has become increasingly difficult."

That is why the imperial bureaucrats in the Extreme Star Region have the leisure to raise private soldiers and massacre civilians.

"At the easternmost part of the Milky Way disk, at the end of the astronomical torch, there is a halo zone. This large arm named 'Three Thousand Parsecs' by ancient Terran astronomers is surrounded by a thin star belt running north-south. This is the Far Eastern star field we are in now."

Grey Wind snapped his fingers, and Faya, far away from the heart of the Milky Way star disk, was highlighted. The dazzling light echoed with the Holy Terra in the west of the Milky Way.

Then, with the "Nightmare Void" in the center of the Far East Star Region as the boundary, the northern star belt, which has completed population integration and industrial recovery, has clear starlight, while the southern star belt, which is uninhabited and only guarded by the Zerg, is scarlet.

"And then, these are the systems that have been plugged into the Stargate Network."

As Grey Wind finished speaking, dots of slightly dimmer light lit up one after another in the eastern part of the Milky Way, like pearls rolling down the vast galactic disk: Cadia, Badab, Macragge, Pluto... Star gates were regularly distributed along the expedition route of the expedition fleet.

Terra is in the west and Faya is in the east.

Badab and Pluto are both located in the central star cluster area close to the center of the Milky Way.

As for the home of the Ultramarines, 'Macragge' is located in the southeast corner of the galactic disk. In the northern part of the rich Greater Ultramar star field is an empty chasm without starlight, which is the famous 'Gulf of Damocles'.

Across the Damocles Gulf is the territory of the Tau Empire.

"The Tau Empire probably hasn't risen yet... maybe it won't have the chance to rise." Russell's pupils shrank slightly.

In the southwest of the Far East star field, the war between the Freemen of the Necrons and the Greenskins is intensifying and has begun to spread southward. Before affecting Ultramar, it will first submerge the home planet of Tau.

"Then is the home planet of the Blood Angels, Baal." Grey Wind adjusted the position of the galactic map.

Baal is located in the northeast of the galaxy, and is a blurry mosaic in the view of the Sentinel array.

"The Boundary Breaker's dimensional anchor has nailed down the space-time dimension of Baal and the nearby galaxies, interfering with the detection of the Sentinel array. For such areas, we can only see blurry scenes and cannot perform real-time panoramic detection."

"I personally speculate that the base of the Boundary Breakers: the interdimensional portal, should be near Baal."

Gray Wind waved his hand, and fuzzy spots emerged, irregularly distributed throughout the star map, like pieces of disgusting psoriasis, parasitic on the originally clear and beautiful Milky Way star disk.

The largest blurry areas are:

Hazy Starfield-Eye of Terror

Central Cluster - The Great Vortex

Extreme Star Region - Bal Star Region

Extreme Star Region - Southwest of Far East Star Region - Necromancer Sotek Dynasty

Misty Star Region - Gothic Star Region...

……

"The 13th Expeditionary Fleet is still trapped in Ultramar, and the Ultramarines seem unwilling to let them go."

"The 2nd Expeditionary Fleet has just arrived at the Space Wolves' home planet Fenris and is expected to stay there for a while."

"The 5th Expeditionary Fleet was hit hard by the Eldar Ark when it tried to force its way across the Ghoul Nebula. Although they succeeded in destroying the Ark at a huge cost, the losses were too heavy and they are temporarily unable to move forward."

"Oh? The 1st Expeditionary Fleet was about to break through the encirclement of the greenskins and enter the Solar Sector. Why did it suddenly take a detour and head towards the Gothic Sector?"

……

As Gray Wind deftly combed the situation, the various forces and veins were clearly divided in the complex and chaotic sea of ​​stars. The Necrons sleeping underground, the wandering Eldar Ark, the Chaos that was everywhere, and the Greenskins migrating to the Solar Region...

Such a huge amount of calculation is a considerable burden even for the most advanced AI in the golden age of mankind. The galactic star map rendered by Grey Wind also burned many nanorobots to death. She decided to let the Marshal compensate her in other ways.

Finally, a picture of the current situation, which was a priceless treasure for naval generals, was presented to Russell.

It's clear at a glance and goes without saying.

I just realized there is a bug when I got here, but there is no way to fix it, so I'll just leave it as it is.

Chapter 287: Extinction War

Chapter 285: Extinction War

Far East Star Region - Northern Star Belt - Elincia Star Region - Industrial World Aishalin

After a busy day, Nesharo, deputy director of the Aishalin Refugee Agency, took off his straight work uniform, put on a soft tweed coat, lay down on the sofa at home and began his daily meditation routine.

This was a habit he had developed in recent years. After the Order of Truth took over the Far East Star Region and announced the establishment of the Federation, it had been committed to popularizing education among the general public.

The idea is good, but it is difficult to put it into practice.

The first round of population census in the Far East Star Region has not yet been completed, but the population counted so far has exceeded 100 billion, and there will be more if the refugees continue to pour in. Under such a large population pressure, public schools can be set up to educate children from scratch, but more are adult illiterates who have no special skills and are illiterate.

This year marks the 22nd year since the Terra Crusade began, and the first batch of children who received education from the Order of Truth are about to reach adulthood.

This is the first generation of educated people who grew up under the federal system. They have clear minds, broad knowledge, good physical fitness and solid professional skills, and are young and full of vitality. There are hundreds of millions of people like this, and they have graduated from school.

As the new generation enters the society, predecessors like Nesaro, who have mediocre abilities and rigid thinking, and who relied on some clever tricks and the lack of talent in the early days of the Far East Star Region to rise to high positions, will inevitably be impacted.

Young people need space to display their talents, while the older generation does not want to give up their status. The first round of class conflicts within the federation is brewing.

Class conflict is one, and the second is the refugee issue.

The Elincia star region is a star region in the northern star belt that is relatively close to the inner side of the galactic disk. Nesaro himself is a middle-level manager of the UNHCR and has a better understanding of this issue.

"During the 9 hours I was in charge of monitoring, Aishalin 2 Starport received a total of 43 ships from outside the jurisdiction of the Federation, 44 of which were illegal spacecraft without navigation permits issued by the Human Empire. They were not even equipped with the most basic hypersonic engines and were still using primitive nuclear propulsion. From the captain's room to the fuel tank, they were packed with people. There were almost no fire insurance measures, and there were huge safety risks... Damn it, why did I speak in official language in my head?"

Nesaro stood up and walked into the bathroom, put a steaming hot towel on his eyes, and lay down again.

"There are more and more refugees recently. In the past five years, Aishalin alone has received more than 5 million refugees... I heard that the news of the destruction of the Blood Angels' home planet Baal has spread. The Empire tried to block the news, but failed. The star regions around Baal have experienced an uncontrollable social panic. A large number of civilians have lost trust in the planetary governor's ability to protect their lives from the aliens, and have fled with their families..."

Nesaro sighed. This was not good news for him.

No matter how simple or unsafe the civilian spacecraft the refugees take is, it is still a spacecraft, a most basic starship capable of crossing the stars.

Starship tickets have always been a luxury. Those who can afford to board a refugee ship and escape across the Milky Way to the Far East star region can never be those grassroots slaves who work hard and are illiterate deep in the mines.

In other words, those who can become refugees have some wealth and social status on their original planets.

As for whether the wealth was earned, stolen, cheated, or robbed, it is undeniable that those who can get the money to buy tickets and those who are qualified to buy tickets are all capable people with special skills.

Every year, hundreds of millions of talented people with their own specialties pour into the Federation. The minimum requirement for this group of people in the future is to survive.

So people like Neshara are in an awkward situation.