Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"There should be, right?"

Gray Wind leaned forward on the desk and bit Russell's collarbone, leaving a half-circle of teeth marks. Her soft arms like two snow-white snakes quietly climbed up his chest and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off her small leather boots and hooking her two feet wrapped in white socks around his knees.

She gently scratched the mottled and messy lipstick marks on Russell's chest with her nails, her rosy lips slowly opened and closed, and her delicate voice was softer than the cream just squeezed out of the bag: "Honey, do you want to try something more urgent?"

Russell felt his back tingling: "...I still have work to do."

"Then I'll wait for you to finish." Huifeng bent down, picked up the small leather boots, and crawled back under the desk.

Touching the fresh teeth marks on his collarbone, Russell didn't have the courage to sit back in his chair.

In the year 40 of the 022th Millennium, the Far Eastern Segmentum began recruiting soldiers for the extermination war against the Dark Eldar.

In the same year, good news passed through the star gate and reached the Ultramar star field.

"The Star-Bullets are preparing to send troops to conquer the Eldar!"

"According to the war manifesto publicly released by the pseudo-federal regime, this is a total war! A genocide war that will never end!"

“This is really… great!”

This was great news for both the Greater Ultramar Star Region and the Ultramarines, and it was even better news for the Ultramar Navy Fleet stationed in Parmenio, which was under great pressure.

The Eldar are not a weak alien race, or rather, any weaker alien race was massacred by the Emperor's army during the Great Crusade.

"The strength of the Dark Eldar cannot be underestimated. Even if the Terran Council is to launch this all-out war on behalf of the Empire, it will need to mobilize the vast majority of the Empire's forces and not hold back at all."

On the Ultramar Fleet's space station at Parmenio, Admiral Wagner Civitas was concentrating on reading a copy of the Federation's war manifesto, his mind racing, "Star Missile must be in need of a large amount of military power right now. The information I sent back from my intelligence line in the Far East is indeed true. Many industrial worlds are working overtime to transform into military-industrial complexes dedicated to war, which is enough to show that Star Missile is investing heavily in this war."

"That is to say..."

With this in mind, Marshal Wagner looked through the porthole at the silvery-white ring in the distance that enveloped an ice dwarf planet.

That was the insect extermination fleet stationed in Parmenio by the Star Bullet. Ever since Grey Wind sniped the giant ether worm in the Parmenio system, these ships have been anchored here on the pretext of "guarding against possible attacks from the next Hive Fleet" and have refused to leave.

Countless starships hovered in the orbit of the icy asteroid, forming a magnificent steel ring. The huge mass even changed the orbit of this small celestial body.

A devastating naval force was quietly lying in the heart of the Greater Ultramar star field, making Wagner, the naval marshal, feel uneasy.

"Hmph... I never thought that in the end it would be the Star-Shooter himself who would remove this thorn in his side." Wagner thought to himself.

Waging a full-scale war against the Eldar would certainly require a large amount of military force. As preparations for war progress and the fighting on the front lines becomes more intense, it is only a matter of time before the pseudo-federal regime withdraws this insect-killing fleet in disgrace and uses it to plug the holes on the front lines.

All you need to do is wait patiently.

Wagner was confident, and the frustration that had been pent up in his heart during this period of time when he was calculating the combat effectiveness of the insect extermination fleet had dissipated a lot.

However, under the eager anticipation of the Ultramar Navy Admiral, time passed year after year. Until the Human Federation officially set out to conquer the Eldar, this huge insect-killing fleet remained silently anchored in Parmenio. The steel ring surrounded the ice asteroid, motionless.

It's like being forgotten.

Chapter 290 T34

Chapter 288

Magnus, the wizard king who had been trapped for decades, finally left Faya and boarded the giant overlord parked above the Tranquil Black Domain space station: The King of the Void.

The wingspan of this giant starry sky ship exceeds 4000 kilometers. It is like a continent hanging high in the sky, or like a Kunpeng with its wings spread. Countless ant-like starships are sent under the steel wings of the Overlord under the unified dispatch of Gray Wind. Occasionally, a few Titans and main battleships are mixed in among them, which are bees mixed in the ant colony.

A fleet of this size...

"This guy might really be able to destroy Comoros." Magnus felt awe in his heart.

"Only if we can find the Comoros."

A frivolous voice came from behind. Magnus turned around and saw Russell, dressed in a pure white military uniform and a coat, walking towards him, followed by two twin sister guards in full armor.

"Although what I said may be a bit beyond the limit, but... your steps are very frivolous. I hope you can pay more attention to your body." Magnus said, and his haloed one-eyed eye quickly passed over the sisters Revatien and Revagaren, and advised them earnestly: "Enjoy pleasure in moderation. Using a mortal body to cope with it at the same time, uh... no matter how you put it, it's too much."

Russell gave Magnus a look of disdain.

Magnus shrugged, with an expression that said "as long as you're happy".

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Russell clapped his hands, and Revatien immediately understood and came over, escorting a dark elf with his hands and feet chained and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose sealed.

This was a black slave bought from Lord Primus of the Kadia Fortress.

"Okay." Magnus nodded, and walked with Russell along the pipe network into the depths of the Overmind's cabin.

Russell arranged a fully enclosed room with multiple layers of surveillance for Magnus. The dark slave captives, who were tightly bound by various devices, knelt in two neat rows against the wall. Russell himself sat opposite Magnus, just in case.

The black slave who had been escorted by Revatien before knelt between the two men, trembling like a dead dog.

Magnus breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. The chains that had bound his soul for a long time were finally released today. Feeling the spiritual energy that he had been away from for a long time, his heart was at peace.

The next second, Magnus stretched out his hand and crushed the head of the Eldar slave in front of him.

Russell made a cup of fragrant green tea, and Magnus stuffed the elastic brain mixed with skull fragments into his mouth and chewed it carefully. He used the enriched nerve endings to decipher the alkaline bases at the bottom layer of the cell structure of the Eldar's brain tissue. The powerful will of the Wizard King enslaved the broken souls of the dying Eldar.

The Astartes, who were modified using the genetic genes of the Primarchs, have the strange ability to obtain the memories of their enemies by devouring their brain tissue. As a Primarch, Magnus's ability in this regard is even stronger. Coupled with the Sorcerer King's profound attainments in soul witchcraft, he may be one of the most suitable people in the entire galaxy to be an interrogator.

Magnus smacked his lips as he swallowed the chewy brain mixed with the shattered soul.

In front of him, the headless corpse of the Eldar black slave had burned to ashes, leaving only a small pool of turbid ash mixed with crystalline impurities.

"You were very quick," Magnus said. "You set this Eldar on fire the moment I killed him... With such accurate timing, you can call yourself a 'Master of Psionic Powers'."

"I just don't want to waste it." Russell shook his head, picked up a handful of turbid soul ashes on the floor, and observed with interest: "The quality and quantity of the spiritual energy dust burned after the soul is broken have dropped by several levels... It is best to take it alive. Magnus, did you get any useful information from its memory?"

"There are some, but they are not complete. Let's go to the next one."

"continue."

With a snap, the head of another Eldar black slave was ruthlessly crushed by the Red Devil, and the rest of the body burned to ashes.

In the serene black domain, massive fleets and armies are still gathering within the Overmind: massive and heavy Titan fortresses, swift and agile swarms of frigates/torpedo ships, heavily armed cruiser battle groups, transport ships loaded with land forces… Zero element armor and adamantine keels gleaming brightly on the black hole’s accretion disk.

However, the largest number of them, and the absolute main force in this expedition against the Eldar, are the countless super-main battleships.

These war starships that were hastily built in just a few years can even be described as "shoddy". The biggest construction cost of the entire ship is the nuclear propulsion system and the ridiculously large main gun - it is unbelievable that the main battleships of the Star Missiles actually widely use the most primitive nuclear power propulsion, which is even more backward than the battleships of the Human Empire.

Nesaro, a new recruit who had been in the army for less than two years, sat in front of the porthole of a heavily armored cruiser, holding the mobile armor helmet issued to new recruits by the Truth Order's Mechanical Department, looking at the endless battle group of main battleships in the distance, and muttered to himself: "Does the leader really want to use such a fleet to go to war with the Eldar...?"

At this moment, Nesharo felt that the world was so magical.

It is a battleship of the 20th century, but it is just a battleship in name only. In fact, except for the main gun, which has a decent lethality, all its parts are of the lowest quality. There is no zero-element armor, and the engine is also the cheapest. It has no speed and no durability. It does not even have a jump engine. Once it is bitten by the enemy, it cannot even escape.

Based on Nesharo's shallow military knowledge, once this ultra-low-spec, fragile warship fired the first shot on the battlefield and was discovered by the Dark Eldar, it would have no chance to fire a second shot.

The only advantages of a class battleship are its low cost, short construction period, and the fact that a large number of them can be built at one time. Apart from that, it has no other advantages.

Is it really okay for the leader to spend so many resources to build a bunch of disposable warships that can only fire one shot on the battlefield? Nesaro was worried about this.

However, he was just an ordinary soldier, and his limited military knowledge was acquired in the few years after he was drafted into the army. He knew that even he could see the problem, and those bigwigs in the federal high-level must also be able to see it, but they still chose to do it, so there must be a deep meaning behind it.

Nesaro silently hugged the helmet in his hand. With war imminent, all he could do was to ignore life and death and rush to the front line to do his best. He tried his best to repay the Truth Order for fishing the rat named Nesaro out of the sewer and recasting his soul into a human.

Although he only had a short ten years to live as a "human", if he had to die for the ambition of the Star Bullet, Nesaro was willing to go there happily. He had no regrets in his life...

No, there is still one regret.

Nesaro smiled with relief, his thoughts drifting back to the afternoon when he enlisted in the army.

"I kind of regret not going to Miss Jane's shop to buy a cake that day..."

Chapter 291 Storm Star Region

Chapter 289 Storm Star Region

The greasy brain tissue slid from the throat to the heart, and the fragmented soul dissolved in Magnus's spiritual ocean, bitter, crazy, and with a disgusting fishy smell. One after another, immersive experiences rose and fell in his mind, and he couldn't tell whether these memories were plundered or experienced personally.

Magnus bent down, strangled and retched: "These bean sprouts are really perverted."

Russell held the porcelain cup and gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface. He asked nonchalantly, "This is the 34th time you vomited after eating. What did you see this time?"

"This guy kidnapped 6 human girls, took out their fallopian tubes alive and wove them into a beautiful fur coat, which he gave to the opposite sex he liked as a courtship gift." Magnus held his forehead with one hand. It was obvious that personally experiencing those bloody and bizarre scenes had a great impact on his young mind.

"And then? Was its courtship successful?" Russell asked with a smile.

"No, because another suitor gave the opposite sex a more beautiful gift." Magnus coughed violently: "It was..."

"Stop, stop destroying my soul." Russell shook his head: "Have you found the nearest entrance to the webway?"

"Storm Star Region, Ophelia Sector." Magnus gave the answer.

, let's go there." Russell immediately stood up and turned away, leaving Magnus, who had eaten a belly full of brains, still half-kneeling there, retching continuously.

This is the side effect of devouring the souls of the Dark Eldar. As the most orthodox descendant branch of the Eldar Empire, all Dark Eldar are super perverts, super sadists, and super masochists.

To what extent are the Dark Eldar perverted?

It is so perverted that an underage Dark Eldar would use the Pear of Pain to torture human civilians for fun. He would be laughed at by his own kind for being so childish. He is so old, but he is still playing such low-level house games.

Especially since Magnus' own soul was incomplete to begin with, one can imagine how much psychological trauma he would suffer from devouring such a group of perverted, rotten, smelly and twisted souls.

But Russell didn't care.

After leaving the interrogation room, Russell went all the way to the Lord's control room. On the way, he experienced what it meant to have to take the high-speed train to go to the toilet.

After unlocking the door, Huifeng, who was dressed in a civilian secretary uniform, had been waiting inside for a long time. As soon as Russell sat down, she immediately opened the real-time updated Milky Way star map for him.

"So, what is our destination?" Gray Wind asked softly.

"Storm Star Region, Ophelia Sector." Russell said.

Gray Wind nodded: "I understand."

Immediately, she switched the main perspective of the star map to the western part of the galaxy.

The human empire roughly divides the Milky Way into five star regions:

[Solar Star Region]: Centered on Holy Terra, it is directly governed by the Terra government and is the core hinterland of the Human Empire.

[Extreme Star Region]: Located in the eastern part of Holy Terra, it occupies about 2/3 of the volume of the entire Milky Way and is the most vast star region.

[Taiping Star Region]: Located in the west of Holy Terra, it experienced the Nova Terra rebellion in the 35th millennium, broke away from Imperial rule, and was later recaptured by Macharius' expedition.

[Obscure Star Region]: Located in the north of Holy Terra, it is the location of the Eye of Terror, the largest subspace rift in the physical universe. The home planet of the Space Wolves, Fenris, and the home planet of the Iron Hands, Medusa, are also here.

[Storm Star Region]: Located in the southern part of Holy Terra, it is less affected by Chaos because it is separated from the Eye of Terror by the entire Solar Star Region, but the alien problem is more serious.

The Storm Star Region is the first stop of Russell’s expedition to Comoros.

"The web of paths left by the ancient saints is intricate and complex. When it is narrow, it can only allow a small vehicle to pass through and even turn around. When it is wide, it can be wider than the diameter of an entire star system."