Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Gray Wind agreed: "The individual quality of the Eldar is indeed strong. After obtaining the psychic power released by the End of the Reincarnation, they are even more unpredictable."

Now, on average, it takes 173 giant war machines to kill an Eldar Ghost Titan on the Webway front, and the loss ratio of armored units is not optimistic... Overall, the unit with the best performance in the Webway War is the "swarm" drone.

The drone swarm played a big role in the battle for air supremacy with the Eldar's Plague Fighters. They even used a cluster of suicide attacks to kill a Ghost Titan that was damaged by a Plasma Destroyer. After gaining air supremacy, they could also pose a great threat to the Eldar units on the ground.

"Perhaps we can try to allocate more production capacity to the drone swarm." Gray Wind suggested.

"Indeed." Russell nodded.

Although he has strong logistical support from the Far East Star Region and the Overlord itself, this does not mean that Russell is willing to squander resources like a sucker and force ineffective troops to fill the line.

After trying out the arms with better cost-effectiveness, of course you should choose the one with the best cost-effectiveness.

War is about economic warfare, and consumption is about operations. This is true not only for quality wars, but for all types of wars. It’s just that Russell has shown the binding relationship between war and economy more nakedly.

"Oh?" Suddenly, Hui Feng frowned.

"What's wrong?" Russell looked at her in confusion.

Grey Wind spread his hands and said, "I just received a signal that the troops responsible for attacking Branch 4 were completely wiped out. The information sent back before the last giant battle body collapsed showed that the Eldar, who were forced into a desperate situation, used some forbidden ancient relics to directly detonate that section of the webway. After the webway was damaged, the entire battlefield was swept into the ether turbulence."

"These bean sprouts can't afford to play."

Russell shook his head: "It seems that I didn't send enough soldiers. It actually gave the Dark Eldar time to activate the ancient relics."

The collapse of Branch No. 4 is just right, as more troops can be deployed to other fronts.

Huifeng nodded and sat on the safety fence next to the production line, swinging his feet happily. He was happiest discussing logistics operations with the Marshal.

But suddenly, her brows wrinkled again: "Eh..."

"What happened this time?" Russell wondered: "Did the Spirit Tribe use other ancient relics again?"

"No." Gray Feng shook his head: "The subspace sensor detected psychic fluctuations, and the location was near the Mandeville Point of the Ophelia System. This means that a ship came to the Ophelia System through subspace navigation. , is about to emerge from the subspace through the Mandeville Point and return to the real universe."

Who could it be at this time?

Since the Solar Star Region is currently surrounded by the migrating green tide of orcs, and the Ophelia Galaxy is located near the Storm Star Region and the Solar Star Region, it is possible that an orc pirate fleet appears here at this time. In that case, we will need to devote some energy to deal with it.

Then, Russell saw a golden Imperial double-headed eagle stealthily emerging from the warp rift at Mandeville Point.

A cruiser carrying a heavy cathedral with a sacred statue of the Emperor of Mankind standing on top slowly emerged from the rift torn by the warp engine and entered the Ophelia system.

"It's actually an imperial ship..." Russell was a little surprised.

Judging from its appearance, this first ship to sail out of the Warp is an armed merchant ship belonging to the Imperial merchant fleet - don't underestimate merchant ships.

The 'Merchant Fleet' is an official trade organization of the Empire that was granted a business license by the Emperor of Mankind himself during the Great Crusade. In principle, only the Emperor himself is qualified to issue a license of this level, but due to his physical condition he probably cannot issue a second license. Therefore, the Merchant Fleet is actually the only legal organization holding a galactic-level trade license, and in fact monopolizes almost all trade within the Empire.

The exceptions are rogue traders and smugglers who carry out small-scale transportation between several planets with a private license signed by the planetary governor.

The merchant fleet is perhaps the most powerful organization in the Imperium of Man, and money represents power, so the equipment of this armed merchant ship bearing the Emperor's holy image is actually better than many professional warships serving in the Imperial Navy.

One ship after another, behind the armed merchant ship at the beginning, several ships with obvious organizational characteristics sailed out.

The Inquisition's black ships, the Ecclesiarch's pilgrimage ships, the Adeptus Mechanicus's forge ships... and even a Space Marine battle barge. Such a lineup is not too luxurious in the human empire, and it can even conquer some planets that are not too difficult to gnaw.

Russell was a little puzzled: "Isn't the Solar Region being besieged by orcs? How could they put together such a fleet?"

Even if Ophelia 7 is the state religion version of Mars, a single state religion wouldn't have such great power, right?

With doubts, Russell ordered his subordinates to accept the communication request from this highly cobbled-together fleet and inquire about their purpose.

Perhaps intimidated by the power of the master, Russell’s question was quickly answered:

"They are a scout fleet urgently sent by Terra. The purpose of this trip is to cross the blockade of the Orc Green Tide and go to the Great Ultramar star field to seek help from the Ultramarines."

Chapter 299: The Struggle for Legality

Chapter 297: The Struggle for Legality

This scout fleet that set out from Terra to Macragge for help was led by the highly respected Terran Inquisitor 'Alex Pullman' and sponsored by the female head of the merchant fleet.

In order to deal with the increasingly turbulent ether turbulence around the Solar Star Region, several major navigator families in the Solar Star Region also provided all-out assistance. Multiple elite navigators were stationed on each ship to ensure that this rescue operation was foolproof.

It’s just that these elite navigators don’t have good-looking faces.

After some tentative negotiations and showing evidence of cooperation with the Dark Angels and the Ultramarines, the Terra Scouts finally gave Russell the most basic trust and sent a five-member diplomatic mission to the Overmind, who took the guest seats in the tea room prepared by Grey Wind for Russell.

5人分别为：审判官‘亚力克斯·普尔曼’、2名国教教士、1名长有第3只眼的黑衣灵能者、1名看起来十分激动、坐在椅子上不断四下张望显得十分失态的技术神甫，看样子似乎是来自火星。

After coughing several times to no avail, Alex pretended to be calm, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Directly drinking the drink offered by the other party during negotiations is a way to demonstrate one's trust, but if the other party does not see the deep meaning behind it, then it is meaningless. People who have been in Terra's political arena for a long time usually have this habit, and like to devote their thoughts to some minor details and lay down all kinds of cumbersome political metaphors and hints.

Unfortunately, Russell didn't get the hint at all.

Russell also took a sip of tea and said, "I'm sorry for delaying your trip to Ultramar, Mr. Alex, but as a human, I'm really worried about the situation in the Solar Segmentum being surrounded by greenskins. I'm eager to know what the current situation on Terra is like. I hope you can tell me something."

Russell placed one hand on his chest, his brows slightly furrowed, showing just the right amount of worry and grief.

This person is so hypocritical.

This was Alex's first reaction.

"Everything is fine on Terra. The target of this large-scale migration of greenskins seems not to be Terra, but another star system in the Solar System... As for which star system it is, we are still investigating." Alex said, "But since this is related to the core of the Empire, it is necessary to mobilize as many forces as possible to defend the Throne World."

To put it bluntly, Terra is fine for now, but there may be trouble. The high lords of the Terran Council are too proud to waste their power to resist the orcs, but they don't want to see too many star systems in the Solar Sector fall and damage their own interests, so they use the pretext that the Throne World is in danger to kidnap the Astartes and ask the Ultramarines to desperately fill the line to protect their property... I understand.

"I see. It is indeed a wise decision." Russell's face was gentle and he did not look happy.

Alex's eyes moved slightly, and his sight quickly swept over the transport planes coming and going outside the porthole. Not only the technical priest, but also the Inquisitor himself and the rest of the scout team were very curious about this giant fortress ship that was comparable to an asteroid, but they were always restrained by the deterrence of the giant weapon.

Alex felt that the atmosphere was now right for him to ask this question: "I wonder why Sir Russell is in Ophelia? And what exactly is this huge ship...?"

"Hmm? Hasn't the Terran Council seen my declaration of war against the Eldar?" Russell was a little surprised: "The Ophelia system is embedded in a huge webway node. We are trying to break through here to open the way for a full-scale invasion of Comoros."

"Huh?" Alex was stunned.

"Huh?" Russell was also stunned.

"Ok?"

"So Terra really didn't know?" Russell was a little disappointed: "The Human Federation launched a full-scale war against the Eldar... Obviously Macragge knew about it."

Alex looked embarrassed. "In fact, the connection between Terra and Ultramar has been severed for a long time, otherwise we would not have been sent out urgently to report the news... Sir Russell, what is the Federation you are talking about?"

"The Federation..." Russell sighed, "Then I have to start from the beginning."

It took about 40 minutes for Russell and Alex to exchange a lot of information.

From the mouth of this Terran Inquisitor, Russell roughly understood Terra's current situation.

Ever since the galactic-class greenskin migration, communication between the Solar Star Region and other star regions of the Empire has become increasingly difficult. Not only is it difficult for fleets to pass through, but even the star language is difficult to spread due to the green tide sweeping across the starry sky and the powerful subspace interference. The Terra Council has in fact been sidelined, and the only areas that can be fully controlled are the Solar Star Region and the Pacific Star Region.

The greenskin blockade caused Terra's understanding of the outside world to lag behind seriously, and Terra was unaware of the existence of the Star Missiles, regardless of their expedition.

That's right. Until now, Terra didn't know that a group of expedition fleets were rushing to the Solar Star Region with the construction template of the L-Gate. They hadn't even heard of the name of the Star Launcher and were still engaged in political struggles and power games as usual.

"What's wrong with that group of imperial guards? There is not a single one doing any work. Have their hands become numb from slacking off for ten thousand years?" Russell was speechless.

According to his prediction, as early as the beginning of the Terra Crusade, the Emperor should have given His beloved little cats of the Imperial Guard a decree in their dreams to begin a great purge on Terra and reconstruct the political system to adapt to the arrival of the Stargate Age.

Now what's going on?

Alex and the priests of the state religion around him gathered together and looked seriously at the land cession contract that Grey Wind handed to them. It was signed by the prophetess Alexi Reypt in the name of the emperor. It was one of the sources of legitimacy of the federal government.

"Alexei... Is this person among the Emperor's saints?"

"I can't believe that His Majesty the Divine Emperor would actually cede the Empire's territory... How could this be His will? This contract is a forgery!"

"Alexei... Alexei... Oh, Alexei! I remember that 500 years ago, His Holiness the Pope personally rejected an application for canonization of a living saint from the Far Eastern Star Region. The person who was rejected was Alexei Reypt! She is not the Emperor's saint! She falsely conveyed the will of the God-Emperor! She ceded the Empire's territory!"

"Huh?" Gray Wind, who was sitting next to Russell, was a little confused: "Didn't Alexei's application for sainthood be submitted more than 300 years ago?"

Why did this priest say that the application was rejected 500 years ago?

"Playing with the subspace." Russell patted Gray Wind's shoulder, not surprised at all.

At this time, the priest next to Inquisitor Alex spoke again. He returned the copy of the contract to Russell and said righteously: "Since Alexi Reypt's qualifications as the Emperor's Chosen One have not been certified, her words and deeds cannot represent the Emperor's will, and the contract she signed in the name of the Emperor is also not legitimate."

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Russell, the federal regime created by the Star Bullet cannot be recognized by Terra. It is an illegal regime." The priest's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Well, that makes sense..." Russell touched his chin and pointed to the ceiling above his head: "Can you say that again in front of this master's cannon?"

Chapter 300 Crowning Ceremony

Chapter 298 Crowning Ceremony

There are generally three ways for a regime to gain legitimacy:

1. Give people welfare and buy their hearts with money

2. Create national narratives and common enemies to unite people through identity

3. Eliminate all dissidents who question the legitimacy of the regime and use violence to intimidate people

In fact, the three methods all have the same meaning in the end - the emperor can be the one with the strongest army and the most powerful horses. Whoever is stronger is right.

“You, you…” Russell’s tough attitude and contempt for the Emperor’s authority immediately made the priest furious. He raised his left hand tremblingly and pointed at Russell’s nose: “You disrespect the Emperor!”

"I'll give you two seconds to put your hands down, 1..." Russell had just opened his mouth when Huifeng beside him stood up before him. The petite and lovely girl disintegrated into a silver-gray smoke in front of everyone.

The gray wind blew gently and condensed into the beautiful girl beside Russell again. When she appeared again, she was holding a ball of soft pink flesh in her slender hands. It was an entire brain that had just been removed. The wet brain stem and nerve fibers hung down along the corner of Gray Wind's clothes like a tail serially attached to the brain.

"What's the point of keeping a brain that doesn't know how to think?" Gray Wind said, throwing the still slightly moving intact brain onto the coffee table in front of him, knocking over the teacup in front of Judge Alex.

The next second, the priest's left hand, which was pointing at Russell, fell down, and his body covered with the priest's robe fell to the ground.

Alex's face flushed, and his breathing became rapid. He glared at Russell, and veins popped out on the back of his clenched hands. "Automatic nanorobots... forbidden dark technology. You actually blatantly violated the laws of the Empire and secretly kept abominable intelligence?!"

"I am an official of the Federation and do not abide by the laws of the Empire."

Russell looked at Alex's bloodshot eyes and said, "My wife was indeed a little reckless. She killed the priest before she counted to 2. I can apologize to you for this. But if you call her the word "hate intelligence" in front of me again, I don't mind killing all of you."

She actually called the Hateful Intelligence her wife... The anger in Alex's eyes was so strong that he couldn't suppress it with reason. But when he thought of the Overmind's size, which was even larger than the Phalanx, he finally shut his mouth.

"That's more like it. Being so jumpy is not the style of human political elites." Russell nodded with satisfaction and leaned lazily on the sofa. He reached out for the teacup and wanted to take a sip, but found a piece of pink meningeal fragments soaked in it.

Tsk…Russell put down the teacup and sighed helplessly: "Gray Wind, can you restrain yourself a little? I still want to drink this tea…Gray Wind?"

The sudden sense of crisis made him look up abruptly. He saw Huifeng's cheeks flushed, and his cute face was filled with an expression of excitement that was difficult to describe, obscene and gloomy, and his rapid breathing sounded like a perverted man who saw a beautiful office lady on the tram.

"You, what did you call me just now?" Gray Wind stared at Russell's face and sat down on the sofa, close to his body.