Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Chapter 296 Flask

Chapter 294 Flask

The Webway system is perhaps the oldest relic of civilization in the Milky Way.

If humans use the Geller force field to navigate in the subspace, it is like driving a shabby submarine with leaks on all sides across an ocean full of deadly radiation.

The webway system built by the ancients is a complete network of tunnels buried deep under the sea, extending in all directions and covering the entire galaxy. It is orders of magnitude superior to the crude subspace engines in terms of both safety and ease of use.

After the passing of the ancient saints, the elves who took over the Webway failed to inherit the legacy of the ancient saints. They could only use the Webway without knowing why, but they did not know how to maintain it.

The lack of maintenance of the Webway system has fallen into disrepair. Some sections have aged and collapsed, and were submerged and assimilated by the leaked Warp currents. Some sections have been invaded by the Necrons' Tombstone Gates and forcibly cut off by the Webway system's self-protection mechanism.

Today, the Webway system, which was once connected in all directions and could reach everywhere in the galaxy, is now reduced to a few dead branches and leaves that can barely maintain its existence. Because some sections have been eroded by the warp, the interior of the Webway is no longer safe.

Fast forward to the present, at this moment, in a small branch off the thick Ophelia main road, two cloaked Eldar rangers are hiding their bodies under the invisibility effect of psychic magic, lurking quietly.

Their skin is translucent, a characteristic of the Dark Eldar.

"Thanks to the grace of the Lord, we don't have to worry about being targeted by Prince Pleasure even if we use psychic powers like this." One of the rangers said to his companions with emotion through a mental connection: "The ancient relics sleeping in the secret vault of Comoros are now beginning to be unsealed. With the help of the Lord, in time, we will be able to revive the glory of the ancient elf empire, and our race will be able to once again dominate the galaxy."

There is light in its eyes, which is the hope for the future.

"The prerequisite is that we must first overcome this difficulty."

The companion's voice was calm, revealing a steady rationality: "The Star Bullet is a calamity that fate has befallen our race. The Exalted God and Him are irreconcilable. Even if the Star Bullet does not wage war against us this time, the Exalted God's will will force us to be hostile to Him... The war with the Star Bullet is inevitable. Only after overcoming this calamity can the revival of the Eldar race be truly hopeful."

"He is just a human monkey. Even if he is an immortal who has lived from the Dark Ages to the present as rumored, we have powerful ancient relics left by our ancestors and the blessing of the gods. A mere star-shooter is nothing to worry about." The Dark Eldar Ranger said nonchalantly.

"It's always better to be cautious," the companion advised helplessly.

The two rangers talked quietly under the cover of the psionic invisibility spell, while also being alert to any movements in the Webway.

They are scouts sent by the Eldar army in the rear, and are distributed in groups of two in the various branches of the Ophelia Webway nodes. According to the prophet of the conspiracy, the seal of the Ophelia node will make the Star Bullet helpless, forcing him to send troops into the Webway from the branches.

Their goal is to hunt these armies and consume the power of the Star Missiles.

Here it comes, there is movement ahead, I feel the psychic reaction of a human psychic."

"They should be carrying well-trained psykers. Our disguise may be discovered. Let's retreat first and don't alert them."

"Notify the Archon and prepare to ambush them."

The two Dark Eldar rangers reached a consensus after a quick exchange and quickly retreated away from this branch.

They rushed all the way back to where several branches converged, where the troops of Archon Flask were stationed.

In order to guard the Ophelia Webway node and safeguard the safety of Comoros, the Dark Eldar have mobilized a lot of their resources. There are thousands of elite Nightmare Troops stationed around the Mobile Wraith Fortress alone. The Wraith Hunter fighters awakened from the ancient warehouse are parked neatly on top of the Wraith Fortress, with Ghost Titans standing tall beside them, like giant trees grown from bones forming a pale forest.

In the forest, the savage war beasts tamed by the beastmasters growled uneasily, and the flesh and blood monsters created by the Blood Orcs lived under the city walls, thirsting for blood.

The two rangers hurried through the bone jungle formed by the ghost titan and came to Flask's fortress to ask for a meeting.

The Wuling attendant outside the door had a surprised look on his face: "Are you here to report the enemy situation as well?"

"Also?" The Ranger was stunned for a moment: "Miss, are you saying that in addition to the branch we are responsible for, the scouts of other branches have also detected the enemy situation?"

The Wuling guard nodded: "You are the scouts from the fifth group who have returned to report... The sixth group has also returned."

The two rangers turned around and saw that two scout partners like them had just passed through the Wraithbone Forest and hurried to the fortress of Governor Flask.

"You guys also..."

As time passed, group after group of scouts hurried back to the Bone Fortress to report the enemy situation. The commander-in-chief of this operation, the governor of the second largest conspiracy group in Comoros, Flask, smelled something unusual with his keen sense of smell.

"They actually launched an attack on all branches of the Ophelia node at the same time. Star Bullet, what a courage."

Even the consuls who thought highly of themselves could not help but feel some admiration for the generosity of the Star-Shooter, but soon, this admiration turned into contempt.

"It's a pity that this is just the bravery of a common man." Flask smiled slightly: "Pass the order down, we will take the initiative to attack."

Since you dare to divide your forces to fight, you must be prepared to be defeated one by one.

Hunter fighters took off from the top of the fortress, and the ghost titans that were silent as death also started to move. Roaring war beasts and twisted flesh monsters ran and jumped under the feet of the bone giants. Elite ranger warriors and witch warriors drove poison fighters and raider motorcycles through the beasts, and behind them came groups of ravager chariots, with blood dripping from their hideous horns and flags embroidered with broken circles.

That is a sign of honoring God.

The Dark Eldar acted on an unprecedented scale, with their mighty army marching thousands of miles, cheering and leaping for joy as they headed to annihilate the Star-Ballistic Army in the first branch of the Webway.

Only the luxurious Wraithfortress of Archon Vlask remains in place. It is this ancient creation from the days of the Eldar Empire that maintains the seal on the Ophelia Webway node.

As Flask's army continued to advance in the branch, the diameter of this branch began to narrow slowly. The elders in the team began to push heavy units such as Talos Reapers to the front. The burly Ghost Titans, as tall as skyscrapers, clenched their weapons and prepared to fight back. They were getting closer, and they could already smell the tempting scent of human souls.

As the distance shortened, the blurry afterimages in their vision finally became clear, and what greeted them was a sea of ​​steel and blazing hot melt bombs.

Chapter 297 Superiority of Fire Doctrine

Chapter 295 Superiority of Fire Doctrine

A rain was falling in the webway, and the dense bombs were like hot raindrops.

The dramatic temperature difference in a short period of time caused waves of heat to hit him, and it seemed that even the webway under his feet was shaking in the rain of fire. The initiator of this attack did not care about the possible consequences of bombarding the already unstable webway branches. Silent firepower coverage was his entire attitude and all his answers.

The subatomic particles being melted by the molten beam were so hot, yet the scorching heat was filled with suffocating coldness.

"Alas--!"

“Eehhaha——!!”

“Yeah yeah yeah——!!!”

A bunch of dark shadows as nimble as ghosts flashed past quickly in the swaying web, and the corners of their clothes lifted by the air currents narrowly brushed against the sparks falling from the sky. They were Dark Eldar Rangers driving the Raider hoverbikes.

The overdose of drugs made them highly excited. The front end of the raider motorcycles had sharp edges and protrusions, like sharp blades piercing through the rain of fire, and in the hot speed and passion, they pierced the soldiers holding the melta launchers into skewers.

Wait...meat, where's the meat?

The Eldar ranger who had driven a raider motorcycle and pierced several mechas at once woke up from the hallucination caused by the drug, and warm liquid splashed on his face. It was not the sweet blood of human monkeys, but the pressurized oil flowing in the hydraulic pipes of the body.

The ranger on the motorcycle had his eyes wide open. The metal bodies mounted on the hood of the motorcycle were shaking violently, and a chilling light emanated from the empty eye sockets of the metal skulls.

"The zero-element coating is damaged, the damage rate of the aircraft is 53%. It is determined that the cost of repair is higher than the cost of a new aircraft of the same model. The self-destruction protocol has been implemented and the energy center has begun to overload..."

"You...you fucking bastard...you...you...you can't...can't...do this...you can't!"

The blinding blue light blinded the Dark Eldar Ranger's eyes, and then multiple plasma cores overloaded and self-destructed, forming a high-energy vortex that submerged it and its raider motorcycle.

A motorcycle emitting thick black smoke fell from the sky, like an ink pen gently passing through the web battlefield that was filled with blooming royal blue fireworks.

The heavy rain was still falling, making this unremarkable branch of the network road even hotter.

The vast number of Butcher VII automatic mechas used their short service life to illustrate something called cost-effectiveness. They rushed forward one after another, and the cheapest mechas were equipped with the most destructive melt-type cluster launchers. As long as they could use the zero-element coating to fire a shot before being pierced by the spirit bone weapons wrapped in the psychic decomposition field, they would win. Even if they were seriously injured by the agile Eldar warriors before firing a shot, it would not prevent the core inside the mechas from self-melting, exploding a beautiful firework on the battlefield.

Death is as gorgeous as a summer flower!

Fire and psionic energy! Flesh and steel! The boundless iron army dragged the Dark Eldar, who were good at hunting, into a war of attrition with no end in sight. Tens of millions of automatic soldiers rushed to the front like ants, and the frequently lit melta clusters woven one dense firepower network after another on the battlefield, denser than the stitches of a loving mother knitting a sweater for her beloved child.

Above the ant colony, towering giant figures flew by rapidly. They were ancient legacies that Archon Flask had summoned using his own power, ghost titans inherited from the Eldar Empire.

The hundred-meter-tall Wraithbone Giant dragged his giant sword across the battlefield with the same agile pace as all the Eldar warriors. That was a mobility that human Titans could not even imagine. The ground plowed by the giant sword left deep gullies. The Ghost Titan broke through the fire network with the graceful waltz-like steps, spinning and jumping, and the wielding of the Wraithbone blade was as smooth as flowing water.

The next moment, the giant war machine behind the army of automatic robots, whose hands were constantly spewing fire rain, broke at the waist and the towering body collapsed.

This is as it should be. An Eldar warrior slaughters a human elite soldier as easily as a Custodes kills a fart. Likewise, a Ghost Titan can kill a hulking human Titan with no more difficulty than crushing a fart.

But the problem is - there are just too many farts!

The Ghost Titan's footsteps were swift, as unpredictable as a ghost, and as unrestrained as a flying bird. One giant war body after another collapsed under the elegant swing of the Spirit Bone Giant Sword, but every time a war body was scrapped, at least three fully armed new war bodies would immediately step on the corpses of their colleagues to squeeze into the webway, pouring their anger towards the devastated webway.

Numbers! Firepower!

Enough quantity to overwhelm everything! Completely cover the battlefield with firepower!

The driver of the Ghost Titan felt his nerves trembling. The insane firepower coverage had never stopped since the first shot was fired. The ever-rising battlefield energy level had ironed the not-so-wide network branches like red-hot copper pipes, making every jump of the Ghost Titan terrifying, and every stop was a gamble of life and death.

The Dark Eldar's most elite Rangers, Knights, Nightmares and other units were swallowed up by the ocean of iron and fire, and the Poisonous Interceptors crashed one after another.

The Dark Eldar, who were used to dancing on the tip of a knife, were horrified to find that the tip of the knife under their feet was becoming hotter and narrower.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the hot hell.

At this point in the battle, the interception army responsible for blocking the human attack did not even see the shadow of a human being.

As this meat-mincing cyberwar reached its climax, at the same time, in an unnamed galaxy southwest of the Ophelia galaxy, on the 4th satellite of a gas giant, a group of ant-like people were busy on the desolate surface of the planet.

New recruit Nesaro drove a heavy crane slowly across the bumpy surface of the planet, dragging the wreckage of a giant war body that had been cut in half towards the transport plane hovering over the satellite.

Nesaro looked back and saw that the convoy behind him was very long, winding like a long steel snake, extending from the surface of the planet to the deep rift valley. A webway gate was at the deepest part of the valley.

The troops currently using the Webway Gate are roughly divided into two parts:

A convoy of heavy trucks loaded with the remains of the mechas traveled between the webway gate and the extraction point;

The army of mechas and giant war bodies that were lined up and stuffed into the webway and then emerged as wreckage;

Nesaro sighed and silently increased the horsepower of the truck engine. The corpse of the giant warrior was indeed very heavy.

His eyes drifted to the colorful starry sky above his head, and he couldn't help but recall the fearless oath he shouted when he was called up to join the army, willing to sacrifice his life generously for the Human Federation. Looking at it now, he felt that the scene in front of him was so unreal.

Nesaro lowered his head and his eyes fell on the joystick in his hand.

"If we are asked to 'sacrifice ourselves', it means we have to work two shifts for 12 hours a day..."

How should I put it? It is indeed very harmful to the body. But it seems not as harmful as I imagined.

Chapter 298 Terra Seeks for Help

Chapter 296 Terra Seeks for Help

As time passed, the progress on each branch of the network was advancing in full swing, and the body of the Lord of the Junlin Taixu was also extremely busy.

This behemoth with a wingspan of more than 4000 kilometers houses multiple complete industrial production lines and stargates leading to the inner universe of the miniature galaxy. Zero-point furnaces work tirelessly to process raw materials into parts, while also accepting mechanical wreckage transported back to the mothership from various network branch nodes, remelting them into new bodies and then sending them to the front lines.

At the same time, the naked mechas and a large number of spare parts that were hastily produced in various ideal cities in the Far East star field were also being transported to Ophelia through the star gate in the Overmind.

Behind the successive Iron Divisions is the powerful logistical support of the federal regime. Only such an interstellar dictatorship, which has no means to restrict the power of the rulers, can support a mass war of this scale.

Taking over an engineering report from Grey Wind, Russell got a general understanding of the battle situation on the front line through the logistics data.

"Based on the current loss rate, the basic mechas have the highest death rate. Even if they are equipped with self-destructive plasma cores and high-damage melta weapons, it takes an average of 6335 basic mechas to replace one Dark Eldar Ranger.

...This is the result of our surprise attack that caught the Eldar off guard. Once the Dark Eldar see through the weakness of the Zero Element Coating and adapt to a long-term war of attrition, the loss ratio will be even lower."

Russell looked up at the roaring production line across the conveyor belt and shook his head: "The cost-effectiveness of humanoid soldiers is still a bit low."