Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Gray Wind was very puzzled: "But Marshal, you obviously drank a lot."

"Ah, this... this, this is not the same thing." Russell was speechless for a moment.

Well, let’s just think of the juice as passing through another cup…

Chapter 294 Forced Conversion

Chapter 292 Forced Conversion

When the judgment of God descended on the planet Ophelia 7, the greenskins of the entire planet fell into a deep sleep like babies under the shining golden light.

On this day, the orcs on Planet 7 had a dream.

In the dream, there was a large green Garden of Eden. In the garden, there lived a group of green and green-skinned orcs who were fighting happily.

The orcs believe that the souls of every orc who died on the battlefield will go to the side of Gogo and Maogo, where everyone will have endless fights and every orc can wrestle and play happily at any time. Gogo and Maogo will also be there.

But today!Just when Brother Go and Brother Mao were fighting vigorously!A golden light!Suddenly broke into the afterlife paradise of the orcs.

A big golden guy wearing very little cloth broke into the orcs' Garden of Eden. He picked up a big stick and attacked from behind, knocking out the cunning and cruel Mao Ge with one blow! Then he attacked from the front and hit the cruel and cunning Go Ge with a fierce blow, knocking him out!

After defeating the two brothers Go and Mao, the big golden guy waved his stick arrogantly in the Garden of Eden. Countless orc boys could only succumb to his power, looking at the unconscious Go and Mao, trembling in fear.

This horrific nightmare awakened the sleeping orcs on Ophelia 7. When they opened their eyes, they saw a dark sun hanging high in the sky. It was the Gray Gu mothership that was launching God's Judgment at Ophelia 4.

The nightmare became reality.

As a result, the green-skinned boys on the planet Ophelia 7 all trembled and crawled on the ground with their butts sticking up. The instinctive fear of the terrifying giant stick had been deeply engraved in the subconscious of these orcs by the judgment of the gods.

The terrifying golden giant! He is more cruel than Goge! He is more cunning than Maoge! He is more powerful than Goge and Maoge combined.

Since then, there has been a group of green-skinned orcs who believe in the Emperor in the galaxy. This is the effect of the Colossus weapon, God's Judgment: forced conversion.

While Grey Wind was busy bringing down the judgment of God on the nine planets in the Ophelia Galaxy one by one, Magnus was still struggling to digest the soul fragments he had swallowed before.

"The souls of the Dark Eldar are too dirty. I have a little indigestion." Magnus, lying on the sofa, looked embarrassed as he looked at Russell who came to urge the progress.

"Aren't you the Demon Prince of Tzeentch? How could Chaos think that the Dark Eldar are dirty?" Russell walked to the sofa with a glass of freshly poured grape juice and jokingly asked, "What could be dirtier than Chaos?"

Magnus smiled helplessly: "It is a bit too morally corrupt to sprinkle cumin and chili powder on a person's wound."

"You're making me hungry." Russell took a sip of grape juice and said with a smile, "It's just indigestion, not a difficult birth. I'm still waiting for you to help summon the webway entrance in Ophelia... Otherwise, I'll help you annihilate those discordant soul fragments?"

"I'll decline." Magnus got up quickly, held his waist and walked out of the room: "Let's go, let's summon the webway."

"You've eaten a bunch of dirty stuff. Doesn't your stomach feel uncomfortable?" Russell asked politely behind the Red Devil.

"Compared to having my soul cleansed by the Return to Void, the filth of the Dark Eldar is actually quite tolerable."

"That's right."

Russell and Magnus passed through the four wings of the Overmind and came to the back of the giant steel bird. In the distance, the dark sun was still shining. The light in Magnus's one eye changed slightly, as if he was recalling something.

"Miss your father?" Russell drank the grape juice in the glass in one gulp and handed the empty glass to Revatien behind him: "This place is not far from the Solar Star Region. After the webway is opened, your mission will be completed. If necessary, I can take you to Terra."

Magnus opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, just shook his head slightly.

"That's a very blunt refusal..." Russell smiled and said, "Let's get started."

"here we go."

Magnus took a deep breath of the non-existent air in the vacuum outside the Overmind. He opened his arms, and his long red hair fluttered in the light of the central star of the Ophelia Galaxy.

"Let." He said softly.

"All." He continued.

"provoke."

"Huang..."

Bright red words floated from Magnus' long hair. Even Russell, who was familiar with many Eldar texts, could not understand the obscure pronunciation. He thought it was the words of the ancient saints.

Dense words and flying drops of blood fell on the Overlord's back, with Magnus' body as the center, seemingly in line with some profound rules. As more and more words fell, the surrounding space and time were no longer peaceful.

Something that was originally locked by the powerful force field of the massive greenskins on the nine planets was shaken by the Primarch's ritual. In an instant, the stars moved and the scenery changed rapidly.

Russell opened his eyes and saw Magnus half-kneeling in a pool of blood. Countless words melted into blood and gathered at his feet. Faintly, it seemed as if countless pairs of red hands were struggling and trying to climb onto his body.

"Are you okay?" Russell asked.

"Just some mental problems." Magnus shook his head and stood up firmly.

How could a mere mental illness possibly shake the Wizard King who has survived to this day with a broken soul?

After confirming Magnus's condition, Russell raised his head and looked into the distance, and saw two stars in the center of the galaxy.

Ophelia is a single star galaxy system. As the name suggests, there should be only one star in the center of this galaxy. But now, Russell saw two identical stars, one above and one below, burning together in the center of the Ophelia galaxy.

"It's too close. Celestial bodies with stellar mass should not be so close. Therefore, one of the stars must be fake." Russell said to himself, faint waves of psychic energy rippling in his eyes.

Looking around, it was true that not only the stars, but also the nine planets in the Ophelia galaxy had each turned into two identical twin planets, one above and one below, extremely close to each other.

The 10 celestial bodies in the galaxy are like 10 glass beads scattered on a huge mirror, reflecting their own reflections below.

"Mirror of time and space. I just wiped off the surface disguise left by a certain wizard organization in the Ophelia galaxy, allowing the mirror of time and space to shine again. This is its original appearance." Magnus panted lightly and said, "The subspace is the mirror of the real universe. What you are seeing now is the true appearance of this 'mirror'."

"I see." Russell nodded in sudden realization: "You have cleaned the space-time mirror... then where is the entrance to the webway?"

He didn't bring Magnus here to clean the mirror for the Old Ones.

"The webway is on the other side of the mirror, but the node entrance has been sealed by some special arcane means. The sealing method is more crude than that of the Old Ones. It seems to be done by the Eldar."

Magnus gently wiped the blood from his cheek and continued, "I know what you are thinking, but we cannot break the mirror directly. That would cause the curtain between the real universe and the subspace to be damaged, and the Ophelia system would be swallowed by the subspace."

"I don't care." Russell said nonchalantly.

Once the mirror is broken, the webway node will also be destroyed by the etheric turbulence and will be unusable." Magnus added.

"Okay." Russell finally gave up the idea of ​​'blowing it up for me'.

Chapter 295 War Machine

Chapter 293 War Machine

"This Webway node has been locked from the inside. If it is destroyed from the outside by force, the node will be scrapped and unusable."

"So how do we do it?" Russell asked.

"The seal needs to be broken from within the Webway."

"How do you get inside then?"

"Open the webway entrance..." Magnus murmured.

"You need to have your stomach washed." Russell raised his left hand expressionlessly, and a deep crack emitting an aura of nothingness opened from his palm.

Magnus froze and said quickly, "There should be other small Webway gates near a large Webway node like this. The Webway system is interconnected. As long as we send troops to other entrances, we can bypass the seal and enter the interior of the Ophelia Webway node."

Russell shook his head. "The Webway system is huge and complex, with many forks and branches. It is more complicated than the most complex maze, and there is no accurate map. After the death of the Old Ones, the Eldar were unable to maintain it. The Webway system has accumulated wear and tear over a long period of time, and there are many broken paths and dead ends."

After saying so much, it actually means one thing: the army entering the Webway may get lost or encounter other dangers.

"In fact, I have a feeling that the Eldar want us to do this." Russell continued, "They know that their own strength cannot compete with my army head-on, so they created this seal to induce me to send a small force into the webway and let them wait and see."

In the Webway, the Eldar have the home advantage. The Dark Eldar, who possess the legacy of the Eldar Empire and the grace of the End of Samsara, hope to use this method to consume the power of the Human Federation and buy time for themselves to develop.

Magnus nodded: "This is very likely."

Russell clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I will send troops to enter the webway through other small entrances."

"You..." Magnus was speechless for a moment. Looking at Russell's decisive back, he didn't know what to say.

Then, he heard Russell say to Revatien who was waiting behind him: "Pass my order to assemble and prepare all 1 million armed mechas on the King's Landing for the Webway War. Also inform the Mechanical Department to start all industrial worlds at full speed. Before Ophelia 7 rotates seven times, I want to see at least 4 million Titans filled into the Webway. At least 7 million naked mechas and 300 million swarm drones must be sent to the front every Terran day, with no upper limit."

"Understood." Revatien hastily retreated.

Magnus, who was half-kneeling on the ground, had just climbed halfway up when he froze in place.

Russell came back to his senses and gave Magnus a kind smile: "Why, are you surprised by my exquisite tactics?"

"Ah... yes, that's right, it's a brilliant tactic..." Magnus silently applauded Russell.

This time, Russell didn't need to urge him too much. Magnus diligently pointed out the coordinates of several small webway entrances to him, all of which were deserted galaxies that no one cared about.

While the Overmind was busy assembling and preparing its drone army, several Titan battle groups that were scattered by the slingshot also returned to the team one after another following the beacons sent out by the Overmind.

These warships are also equipped with corresponding land forces, which adds sufficient manpower to the upcoming cyberwar, which is icing on the cake.

After intense preparations, the day before the army set out, Magnus asked Russell if he could take a look at his mechanical army, and Russell agreed.

So on this day, Magnus and Russell boarded the No. 1 dock of the King's Landing Taixu, and under their feet was the steel army that was ready and waiting for inspection.

Densely packed heavy mechas were spread out in the hangar as coldly as grass leaves. It was a grassland of steel. On the faces of the metal skulls that were equipped with optical, thermal, infrared, subspace auspiciousness and other detection equipment, there was neither the warmth of a human nor the ferocity and brutality of a killing machine.

These are just sophisticated machines that automatically execute instructions, nothing more.

"This is the 'Butcher' VII type war machine designed by the Mechanical Department in their spare time from civil engineering. The design is inspired to a certain extent by the Necrons... well, it's actually plagiarism." Russell said to Magnus, holding the handrail with one hand and looking down at the dark forest of steel under his feet.

Magnus looked worried. "I thought the fighters you were talking about would be similar to the Skitarii of the Mechanicus, living weapons that have undergone multiple human body modification procedures and implanted a large number of prosthetics... I didn't expect them to be pure machines."

"What happened to the pure machinery?"

"It's just some old-fashioned issues, such as the risk of AI rebellion and the possibility of AI being corrupted by chaos." Magnus said slowly: "Even if we put aside the dangers of AI itself, Iron Soldiers are still less flexible than living people, which may lead to many unnecessary sacrifices..."

"It's okay. There are enough of them and the manufacturing cost is cheap enough." Russell said nonchalantly: "Their main bodies are all made of the most basic plastic steel material and die-cast in one go. The parts are also sample goods produced in batches. Only the outer body is coated with a layer of zero-element coating that is only 1 atom thick. This is the only high-cost process."

"The Zero Element Coating will break down once it encounters a power weapon equipped with a disintegration field, but that's okay, they're cheap enough."

"Individual intelligence without a spiritual purification field does have the risk of corruption and betrayal, but it doesn't matter. They are cheap enough."

"Anyway, they're cheap enough, that's enough."

"Suppose today, 100 million robots are corrupted and led to the Chaos camp. Tomorrow, another 500 million robots inexplicably break free from the master control agreement. At the same time, at the production base in the rear, brand new robots have just rolled off the production line, waiting to be implanted with the command program."

Russell exhaled softly and said, "Numbers and violence can solve all problems. When your troops are tens of millions or even hundreds of millions times the enemy's, all problems are not problems. If there are still problems, it's because you don't have enough troops."

Magnus no longer remembered what Russell said afterwards. He only remembered that he was in a trance when he left the dock.

It was clear that when he went to the Flare Galaxy, the Far Eastern Frontier was just a remote and desolate star region, but unknowingly, after several decades, that place had transformed into a war supplier that completely served the military industry.

The emotionless mechanical troops naturally did not need any mobilization or oath-taking. After the review, the iron army set out in silence, with Titan battle groups escorting these cold killing machines to their battlefields.