Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

In terms of talent, he cannot compare with those college students who are about to enter the society, and in terms of endurance, he cannot compare with those refugees who have nothing.

More and more talents are naturally a good thing for the Federation, but where will my future go?

"Oh..." The steaming towel slid down Nesharo's face. He stood up in a daze and looked at the time. It was already 8 o'clock in the afternoon.

The rotation period of Aishalin is 32 hours. Nesaro works 9 hours a day and gets off work at 7 pm.

Before he knew it, he had been lying on the sofa for nearly an hour. Nesaro spread out his towel on the dryer and prepared to go to Miss Jane's cake shop across the street for afternoon tea.

The bachelor who lives alone is too lazy to cook. Nesaro, who was born in the lower nest, can only cook mutant mice. His daily wish is to go to the cake shop for afternoon tea after get off work, and use the sweet smile of the waitress and the sweet cake to relieve his anxiety, so that he can cheer up after a day of work and continue studying in the evening.

This is one of the initiatives of the Congregation of Truth to respond to changing social trends, namely, evening classes for adults.

Adults who are past the age of education can also apply to have a memory chip implanted to acquire professional knowledge within their own profession, and then receive targeted lectures every night to digest and absorb the rigid knowledge that has been crammed in and turn it into skills that they can use.

However, how can the rigid brains of working people absorb knowledge as efficiently as those energetic young people?

Come to think of it, the girl who worked part-time in the cake shop was also a student at the public school...

When he thought that the cute girl would be one of the new generation who would challenge the dignity of the older generation in the future, the corners of Nesaro's mouth drooped again, and the beautiful smile of Miss Jane, whom he had been looking forward to seeing, didn't seem so sweet anymore.

"Where will I go in the future..."

Nesharo had no mood for afternoon tea, so he just picked up a sandwich and walked out of the house, chewing it while walking along the guardrail beside the city wall towards the school.

After being replanned by the engineering team of the Order of Truth, the lighting in Aishalin's old nest was much better. The soft sunlight poured down, but it did not make Nesharo feel warm and open. Instead, a kind of annoying heat rose in his heart, which was an emotion called anxiety.

"Nesharo! I finally found you. What happened to you? The communication terminal kept failing to call you. When I couldn't find you, I thought you were going to escape from the army!"

"Ah? Escape, desertion?" Nesaro almost dropped the sandwich in his hand. Turning back, he saw that the person who called him was a male colleague who worked at the UNHCR.

Nesaro stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth, chewed it and asked, "What do you mean by evading the military service? I'm almost 35, and I'm already past the age to serve in the navy..."

"What the higher-ups want are those in their thirties. You're sending educated youngsters to the battlefield. I'm reluctant to do so, but you are. Let's go!" Without saying anything, the colleague pulled Neshara and turned the corner, heading back towards the direction of Zhenyan Square.

The magnificent square, which was used by the state religion to spread the emperor's teachings during the imperial rule, was bustling with people. Nesaro was dragged by his colleagues to run all the way and almost choked to death.

After finally catching his breath, he stood in the crowd and looked up at the sky. The mobilization speech in the center of the Zhenyan Square was passionate, but he couldn't hear the words clearly. Groups of nano drones hovered over the crowded crowd, displaying the highest resolution stamped by the federal dictator in a loop:

From now on, the Human Federation will launch a genocide war against the Eldar.

From now on, the Far East star region has entered a state of war preparation, and all industrial production capacity will be prioritized for military service.

Effective immediately, a compulsory conscription order is issued.

Chapter 288: The End of Reincarnation

Chapter 286: The End of Reincarnation

Shifting internal conflicts outwards and launching wars when in doubt is the political wisdom of human civilization that has been tested over tens of millions of years. Don't play it if you're unhappy with it.

As for the reason for starting a war, what is this talking about? Do you need a reason to beat the aliens?

After the baptism of the Long Night and the Emperor's Great Crusade, the extreme hatred of all non-human races has been engraved into the bones of every human being. There is no need for a reason to start a war, and there is no reason to massacre aliens.

"How can you talk like that, you have no citizenship. Do you deserve to live?"

Therefore, once the mobilization order was issued, no one raised any objections. Even the short 20 years of peace in the Far East Star Region had to some extent damaged the prestige of the Star-Ballist as a dictator, on the grounds that an Immortal who could not defeat the Emperor had no right to replace the Emperor.

The throne of the Lord of Humanity can only be sat by those who are full of martial virtues. As for how to evaluate whether a ruler can fight, it mainly depends on whether he can suppress the aliens with fire and sword and win land under the starlight for mankind.

The Star Bullet felt that it was time to show off his martial virtues. ——Everyone in the Far East Star Region who received the mobilization order thought so.

But the reality is another story.

Magnus sat outside in the sky garden floating in the atmosphere of Faya, reading in the sunshine. He had nothing to do since he was imprisoned by Russell. Apart from sorting out Eldar literature and teaching some psychic knowledge, he had been slacking off for a long time.

With a bang, Magnus closed the book in his hand, and his one eye with changing light looked at the pure white tower behind him. He felt a violent fluctuation of psychic energy in that direction.

"Who?"

The intruder did not answer. Magnus only saw a tall figure falling from the sky and landing at the door of the tower in a ferocious posture like a beast.

She was a woman who could be described as perfect.

Her skin was white, and her pale blue eyes were clear and seductive, like two sparkling freshwater lakes on a snowy plain. The angles of every eyelash on both sides of the lake were impeccable, and every line from the bridge of her nose to her jaw was perfect, as perfect as a masterpiece carved by a master who had reached the pinnacle of his craft with great effort, as if all the beauty in the world was gathered in her, and in her breathtaking beauty, there was a hint of fatal charm that was looming, extremely beautiful and enchanting.

Even Magnus, the Primarch, couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of inferiority in front of her.

However, even such a beautiful and charming beauty, her current posture is completely unrelated to elegance. Her sexy figure and ferocious posture are extremely inconsistent, like a savage beast more beautiful than a beautiful monster, and the light blue lake is filled with anger and grievance.

Then Magnus knew who it was.

"You are a bug raised by the Star-Bombard, right?" Magnus asked, "Coroniai, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find my master. I know he's here." Koroni stood up and stared at the Red Devil who was holding the book in his hands, not knowing what to do. "Are you going to stop me?"

"I'm sealed, I can't beat you. And why should I stop you." Magnus shrugged: "He's on the top floor of the tower, just go there."

Got it." Koroni kicked the door open and ran in angrily.

"Why are you so angry?" Magnus shook his head and lowered his head to continue reading.

Koroniel ran all the way, making the white maple stairs thudding loudly, but as it got closer to the top of the building, its footsteps gradually became lighter, until it moved very carefully, without making any footsteps. It was so eager to see its master just now, but now that it was really there, it was very nervous and worried.

Placing his hand gently on his chest, Coroniel took a few deep breaths and walked to the top floor of the tower.

The top of the tower is an open-air circular room. The translucent ceiling has a complex optical design, filtering the sunlight to make it warm and soft, exuding a warm atmosphere. The furnishings in the room are simple, with only a table, a cabinet, a bed, and a bookshelf.

Russell, dressed in formal attire, sat at his desk, his head down, making annotations on a paper document.

Sensing someone coming upstairs, Russell raised his head: "You are...? Oh, yes, Koroni, have you created a new body again?"

A body that pursues perfection to this extent can no longer be produced normally, and can only be shaped bit by bit by the Life-Shaping Queen in her organic bud. Fulgrim was ecstatic when he saw this.

Coronie then walked to the desk, picked up the hem of her skirt and turned around: "Does it look better this time than before?"

"It looks good." Russell smiled. "What do you want to talk to me about? If it's about the research project on nano-micro-machines, Gray Wind has already told me about it. You can just go ahead and do it."

"No, not that..." Coronie, who was furious just now, suddenly became shy: "I have heard that the master is going to launch a full-scale war against the Eldar. The Order of Truth is recruiting soldiers and increasing the production of arms in the Far East Star Region... But I haven't received any orders. Don't you need me to do something?"

After saying that, Coronie blinked and said, "Anything is fine, huh?"

"This is a total war, not a surprise attack or encounter." Russell shook his head and said, "The Eldar's Arks are roaming the webway throughout the galaxy. In addition to conventional war preparations, we also need to guard against retaliatory raids from these stragglers. I need a strong enough force to guard the rear so that I can let go on the front battlefield."

The maneuverability of the Zerg bio-ships is far inferior to that of regular starships, but their numbers are sufficient and the combat effectiveness of the ground forces is strong enough, making them the best choice for defending the home.

"That's great, it turns out that you don't need me anymore..." Coronie felt relieved.

Russell smiled helplessly. It seemed that after Grey Wind annihilated the giant ether worm - Kraken and recovered the Kraken life-shaping worm, he had scared Coroniai a lot in this regard, and even gave it PTSD of being abandoned.

Suddenly, Russell gritted his teeth and hissed softly, and the signature on the document was almost written crookedly.

"Speaking of which, Master, why do you want to launch an extermination war against the Eldar at this time?" Reassured, Coronie placed his hands on the desk, bent down, and asked softly, "The Order of Truth has just started to build the Federation. I don't think now is the best time, but it's not bad either."

The overall strength of the elves is just so-so. It won't be a big deal if they just develop for a while. Why are we in such a hurry?

"Because the elves are now developing faster than any other race." A familiar voice came from under the table.

Koroni was stunned for a moment, and then he saw such a huge Grey Wind crawling out from under the desk. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said, "Among the Dark Eldar's 'Haemonchi', a secret school called 'Phoenix' signed a contract with the True God. Now the Eldar have gotten rid of their fear of Slaanesh. They can develop their psychic talents at will, and the ancient relics left over from the Eldar Empire have also been unsealed."

Coronie was hit hard, his legs lost strength and he almost fell to the ground.

Russell coughed twice and added, "The one who signed the contract with the Phoenix School was not any of the Four Chaos Gods, but a virtual god who was not inferior to the Four Gods, and was even more powerful - the End of the Reincarnation."

"The end of reincarnation..." Coroniai's eyes were dazed, and he softly repeated Russell's words.

"The End of the Cycle is probably here to collect a debt from the Marshal." Gray Wind crumpled up the napkin he had used to wipe the corners of his mouth and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Before signing the contract with the Dark Eldar, the last people to sign a contract with the End of the Cycle were actually the Marshal and me."

"The content of the contract at that time was that at the end of the cycle of reincarnation, the Human Federation would be granted an extremely powerful divine blessing, allowing it to develop rapidly within 50 years at a rate far exceeding that of other civilizations. In a short period of time, it would be able to easily gain an absolute advantage that could dominate the galaxy."

"The grace of the End of the Reincarnation is extremely powerful, but the sacrifice required by the contract is also very terrifying." Russell said: "The price of signing a contract with Him is the entire civilization."

At the end of the reincarnation cycle, the civilization of the signatory will be granted 50 years of divine grace. Once the 50-year period is up, He will harvest all the population of the civilization at once, using a massive amount of souls as sacrifices. The God of the Void will tear apart the veil and come to the world to feast on the souls.

"But the Marshal didn't pay a price at all." Gray Wind swallowed the napkin and licked his lips. "Before the 50-year period was up and the End of the Reincarnation harvested the entire civilization, the Marshal harvested the entire galaxy first. It was equivalent to taking advantage of His 50 years of grace for free without paying anything."

The Ether Engine blew up Russell's archive, and the relics were scattered everywhere. Virtual gods such as the Clay Artist and the End of Reincarnation were also blown into this universe.

The Clay Artist chose to continue His path of shaping souls within the Circuits, becoming a deity of the Necron faith.

At the end of the reincarnation, He signed a contract with the Dark Eldar. He generously bestowed divine grace and supported the Eldar, just to collect debts from the shameless debtor.

"And my choice this time is the same." Russell buttoned up a few buttons on the hem of his shirt, stood up, and stretched:

"Start a war and kill the creditor first, then you don't have to pay the debt."

Chapter 289 Wheel of Desire

Chapter 287 Wheel of Desire

Russell has personally experienced how powerful the buff given by the End of Reincarnation is.

Even a shabby new civilization like the Titanium, once helped by Him, could grow into a formidable threat that could not be ignored in a short period of time, not to mention the Eldar from the ancient fallen empire.

Therefore, we must take drastic measures to nip it in the bud stage without any reservation or luck. The situation is very serious.

However, when Russell looked up, he saw Coroniai, who was standing in front of the desk, in a dazed and trance-like state, without much of the seriousness of the crisis. He felt that the Worm Queen might not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Gray Wind stuck out his tongue and gently licked the gaps between his fingers. He said, "What I got from signing a contract with the End of Reincarnation can be described in one sentence - double the production capacity."

"Production capacity... doubled?" Koroni whispered softly.

"It's doubled." Gray Wind smacked his lips and continued, "For example, if you plant an apple tree, it can produce about 300 kilograms of fruit a year. After receiving the grace of the End of the Reincarnation, the annual harvest will become 600 kilograms."

"Then these apples will be sent to be made into sugar. Originally, 600 kilograms of apples can produce about 100 kilograms of sugar, but because of the divine buff that doubles the production capacity granted by the End of Reincarnation, this number will become 200 kilograms."

"Then, these 200 kilograms of sugar will be sent to be used as industrial raw materials, and they can be used directly as 400 kilograms..."

"Once the snowball of desire starts rolling, it will grow uncontrollably." Gray Wind spread his hands and said, "The contract with the End of Reincarnation is just such an outrageous thing."

Russell added at the right time: "The Dark Eldar are the most orthodox branch of the Eldar. The Dark City of Comoros was originally the most prosperous port city in the former Eldar Empire. There are many self-important descendants of the upper nobility in the city. There are a large number of ancient technological relics that cannot be manufactured or even understood with today's perspective. These creations have powerful powers beyond the cognition of mortals."

"In the past, the Dark Eldar sealed their own psychic powers out of fear of having their souls devoured by Slaanesh. The relics of the Eldar Empire were sealed in warehouses and not dared to be used. However, now they have gained the protection of another Void Realm Lord. They can freely develop their own psychic powers and unlock the ancient heritage of the Eldar Empire. In addition, they have received the final grace of the gods, which has doubled their production capacity in a snowball-like manner."

The Dark Eldar are now a huge, expanding bubble, and their strength is growing exponentially with each passing year.

Such hidden dangers should be eliminated as early as possible.

“Is that so…” Koroniai smiled absentmindedly: “The Eldar are really dangerous… Well, Master, if there is nothing else, I will go back to the Iris Sector first. There are still many difficulties to overcome in the research of organic nanoworms, so I will not disturb you…”

Coroniel staggered out of the window and jumped out.

Russell was a little puzzled: "Does it really realize how terrible and urgent the threat of the Dark Eldar is?"