Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"Don't show such a vulgar expression in front of outsiders. I would be embarrassed if people saw that my wife is a nympho." Russell held down her hands that were groping for his legs and slapped Gray Wind lightly on the forehead.

"Well, I'll ask after they leave..." Gray Wind's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his sharp nails gently scratched the skin of Russell's wrist: "I like to hear you call me that."

"I know, I know……"

Russell now deeply agrees with the correctness of the Whale Shark King Rolling Stone Theory. Grey Wind has become more and more difficult to coax recently. In the past, she would be happy for a long time as long as she was touched on the head, but now she will not give up until she gets emotional.

After pacifying Grey Wind, Russell turned his gaze to the Terra envoy in front of him. Alex's eyes were still filled with uncontrollable anger. Another priest who was not killed by Grey Wind was pale and looked at his colleague's body and dug out brain at a loss.

Only the technical priest was still looking around curiously, trying hard to find some precious technical details in the decoration of the wall and Gray Wind's body.

"In short, Terra's attitude is meaningless to us. The Federation's authority does not need to be certified by anyone." Russell gently touched the back of Gray Wind's head and said, "You can go to Ultramar if you want. I won't stop you.

But I need to remind you that Ultramar itself is in danger. A terrifying alien species called the Tyranids is invading there. By the time you get there, the Ultramarines may have been trapped in the sea of ​​​​insects, and Macragge may even have to ask Terra for help. "

"Thank you for your reminder, we will pay special attention to it." Alex said in a deep voice.

Obviously, with the Great Crusade wiping out most of the alien races in the galaxy, the Inquisitors of Terra did not believe that the glorious 13th Legion would fall to the hands of a mere Tyranid, an unknown alien that had never been heard of before.

Russell and Alex chatted for a while about the Ultramarines and Ultramar, amid the salty smell of the priest's brain fluid.

Talking about the current dire situation in the Milky Way, Alex was not without worries. He sighed helplessly, "The situation has deteriorated to this point. Perhaps only the legendary heir of the Emperor, the great Primarch, can return to the Empire and save it from the quagmire..."

"Speaking of the Primarch... I almost forgot. You don't know about that yet, right?" Russell picked up the teacup and put it down again, saying, "The Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion El'Jonson, has returned. He is currently leading the Dark Angels in the Krenna sector in the north of the Eye of Terror to fight against the rising Chaos Warmaster."

“Are you serious?!” The pale face of the priest behind Alex suddenly disappeared, and his expression was extremely excited: “The Emperor’s Son of God has really returned?!”

"I am in no position to lie to you about this matter... But to be honest, the galaxy is now in chaos, and various forces are rising one after another. Even if you are the Primarch, you cannot save the empire from collapse by your own strength." Russell shook his head.

Then, he clapped his hands gently: "Then I will help you again."

Just as he finished speaking, a burly giant wearing a scholar's robe and with skin as red as blood bent over and walked in, coming in front of everyone.

"You! You are! Could it be that you are?!" When the priest next to him was puzzled, the black-clothed psychic who had been sitting in the back in silence suddenly became frightened. His three eyes opened wide at the same time, and he subconsciously launched a psychic attack.

Magnus blew gently, dispelling the oncoming psychic attack, and then asked Russell: "You called me?"

Russell nodded and said, "They are coming from Terra and passing through here on their way to Ultramar. I hope you can take a ride on their ship and go to Macragge."

"What do you want me to do there?" Magnus was a little confused. Neither of them seemed to want to ask the Inquisitor's opinion.

Russell smiled, and the maid, Revagaren, who had been waiting behind him, walked forward respectfully because of his look and carefully placed a crimson helmet tied with layers of black chains on the table.

"I want you to crown your brother," said the Star-Slinger.

Chapter 301: Bound by Thorns

Chapter 299: Bound by Thorns

"There should be no other brother of mine staying in Macragge except that guy."

Magnus crossed one hand over his chest and held his chin with the other, a puzzled light flashing in his one eye: "You want me to crown Robouti Guilliman? - Put this 'Helm of Domination' on him? Are you sure?"

"Of course." Russell took the hand that Gray Wind had quietly put around his waist and said, "I'm quite sure."

Watching the peaceful exchange between the two, Inquisitor Alex Pullman felt as if the whole world was collapsing before his eyes. The psychic behind him was trembling all over, with bright red blood dripping from the third eye on his forehead. Magnus had obviously never looked at him straight in the eye from the beginning, but the wizard king's mere presence alone had made him lose all his will to fight.

Magnus, dressed in a long robe, looked gentle and refined, with a deep temperament like a philosopher or writer with profound thoughts. However, the tall and sturdy figure of the Primarch reflected in the Navigator's third eye was a distorted silhouette of the Warp that exuded ominous malice.

That is the evil being called 'Red Devil', the Demon Prince of Tzeentch, and... the son of the Emperor.

"How... is it possible..." The navigator knelt on his knees, blood dripping down his nose.

In the official records of the Human Empire, the Lord of Mankind and his nine loyal sons of God launched a sacred Great Crusade. The Emperor's army cleansed the galaxy, recovered lost territory, and reunited the fragmented human civilization... As for the nine fallen primarchs who betrayed the Emperor and the Empire, all records were erased. In the history of the Empire, they never existed.

Only those who have reached a certain level or have outstanding abilities can know the unknown true history. Alex, the Terran Inquisitor, and the elite backbone of the Navigator family are among them.

The demon figure reflected in the navigator's eyes turned his head slightly. Magnus's single eye saw through the Inquisitor's robes and quietly reached for the sword at his waist. He said helplessly, "Are you sure you want me to take their ship to Ultramar?"

Russell was a little puzzled: "Do you have any concerns?"

"They figured out who I am." Magnus said calmly, "I will be assassinated on the way."

Russell smiled and said, "It should be me who should remind you not to kill them all."

"That's true." Magnus sighed softly, "The days of leisurely reading in the garden are over."

He picked up the helmet of command on the table with one hand. The crimson helmet was the color of blood, with two sharp long horns that were bent in ninety-eighteen degrees. The dark chains were wrapped around like thorns growing on an old tree stump.

This is the helmet worn by the master of the Brass Fortress: the Blood God Khorne. The black thorn chains wrapped around it are the seal that Russell imposed with his own Warp Essence. In Magnus's opinion, the seal imposed by Russell is actually more ominous than the helmet itself.

Magnus held up the Helm of Domination with one hand and walked out the door, waving to the people behind him: "It's time to go, everyone."

The next moment, the anger and hatred in Alex's eyes were extinguished.

Inquisitor Alex, the Navigator representative, the Technical Priest, and the others all stood up in unison with the same movements and bowed to Russell. Then, they completely ignored their fellow priests who had their brains removed and died, and followed Magnus out the door in silence.

"What reason should we find to explain the death of the missionary? Well... how about we say that we exchanged hostages?" Magnus thought as he walked towards the dock.

Gray Wind lay on top of Russell, his white chin resting on his shoulder, and whispered softly, "That man's magic is so terrible."

"That's why I want to remind him not to kill all the people in the scout fleet." Russell said calmly: "Magnus is a demon, and always has been. Enslaving human souls is as natural to him as breathing, so don't be fooled by his pretended kindness."

Huifeng agreed with this.

After watching Magnus leave, Russell stood up from the sofa and stretched: "Then, it's time for me to start taking action."

"Where are you going?" Gray Wind asked nervously.

"Go and randomly select a lucky webway to supervise the battle." Russell said as he walked out the door, "The Eldar have already blown up a branch of the webway because of the unfavorable situation. Given the style of the Dark Eldar, I'm afraid they will do it again if they do it once. In order to protect Commorra, they will do whatever it takes. So I have to go there in person, and at least keep one branch that can be used..."

If the Dark Eldar are really pushed into a corner, they might even blow up the entire Ophelia node.

"Then I'll leave this to you, Gray Wind."

"Oh..." Huifeng's whole body drooped: "Come back early."

While the Federation and the Dark Eldar were engaged in a fierce battle for the Ophelia Node, in the far north, in the 'Gothic Sector' located in the eastern part of the Obscure Sector and close to the Ultramarine Sector, a hidden subspace rift quietly opened up on the back of an unknown asteroid.

An inconspicuous small boat floated out from the crack and drifted with the current.

In the boat, a devout cardinal knelt in front of a dried corpse and said respectfully: "We are here, Your Majesty, we have arrived in the Gothic Sector."

The mummy said nothing, but a strange feeling came over the cardinal, as if he heard a faint sound: "Hmm."

The bishop was overjoyed: "It is my honor to serve you, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty?" The bishop raised his head tentatively and glanced quickly at the mummy in front of him.

This mummy was once his colleague and a high-ranking bishop who had a devout faith in the Lord of Mankind. They had followed the 6th Expeditionary Fleet to the Maelstrom together and destroyed the Word Bearers' demon base 'Gormek'.

On a demon world called "Karen Star", his colleagues were inspired by the Emperor to lead a team deep into the underground rift to find Fabius Bile hiding there.

In the end, they successfully returned with the Organic Codex and the body of Fabius Bile, but the bishop who was inspired by the Emperor had turned into a lifeless corpse, holding an evil artifact called the "Ebony Claw" in his arms.

His former colleagues have returned to the Golden Throne, and now the will of the Lord of Mankind resides in this mummy.

Following the Emperor's instructions, he boarded a small boat with the sacred corpse and the evil Ebon Claw, started the engine without hesitation, and plunged into the warp. The small boat carried a living person and a dead person, drifting in the turbulent ether turbulence, and when they returned to reality, they were already in the distant Gothic Star Sector.

"What should I do next? Your Majesty, please give me guidance as I am lost." The bishop bowed his head and said.

"Wait." An illusory voice seemed to float from the top of the sky: "Wait for the 'Soul of Burning Steel' to find this place. You must hand the Ebon Claw to a golden-armored guard. The prophet beside him will understand everything."

"I will obey your will, my supreme God-Emperor." The bishop put his hands on the ground and kissed the upper of the mummy's shoes.

Chapter 302: Go to Luo with knife in hand

Chapter 300: Go to Luo with knife in hand

The waiting time is always long, but devout faith can dilute all loneliness.

What really troubled Bishop Senedal was that ever since the Lord of Mankind spoke the oracle of "wait" through the mouth of the mummy, He had not spoken a word. As time passed, the bishop became more and more anxious.

He didn't know what he had done wrong to make His Majesty the Divine Emperor no longer pay attention to him. He was even more afraid that he had done something wrong unintentionally and caused him to lose the attention of the Lord of Mankind.

Driven by a strong sense of uneasiness, Bishop Senedal spent almost all of his time praying to the Emperor except for normal eating and bathing. Every day, he would devoutly recite the "Word of the Emperor" for several hours in front of the mummy holding the Ebony Claw to express his piety and loyalty to the Lord of Mankind. He never stopped cleaning and maintaining the holy remains that carried the grace of the God-Emperor. The bishop carefully wiped every speck of dust from every part of the mummy three times a day.

But for some reason, the Lord of Mankind never said another word to him, and the Emperor became even more silent.

Amidst the speculation and torment about the God-Emperor's thoughts, the waiting time became longer and longer, until one day, a large-scale space-time disturbance appeared within the monitoring range of the sensor, breaking the tranquility of this nameless galaxy.

Senedal himself was one of those who had sailed through the Great Vortex with the 6th Expeditionary Fleet, so he was very familiar with this kind of spatial disturbance - it was the trace of the warp engine's navigation.

The small ship that had been hiding on the back of the asteroid quietly floated up, and a huge fleet appeared in front of Bishop Senedal.

In the 40th year of the 024th millennium, the 1st Expeditionary Fleet arrived in the Gothic Sector.

"Wait, the size and number of ships of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet... how come it seems to be much larger than when we set out?" Bishop Senedal was a little confused. He recognized that the flagship of this fleet was the Valkyrie-class battleship named "Soul of Burning Steel", which was the flagship of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet. He was also present at the blood sacrifice ceremony for the Machine Soul.

But why did other fleets suffer heavy losses during the expedition? The 9th Expeditionary Fleet heading to Baal was even wiped out. Now that the Terra Expedition has entered its 24th year, why is the number of ships in the 1st Expeditionary Fleet increasing? Even more than when it set out, it is almost doubled?

"Go, go and deliver the Ebon Claw into the hands of the one who promised it."

A phantom voice floated over, and Bishop Senedal burst into tears: "My Almighty Lord, I finally heard your voice again..."

The Emperor fell silent.

"Your Majesty, I, I will go and complete your request right away, I will go right away..." Senedal did not dare to delay, and quickly drove the small boat towards the huge 1st Expeditionary Fleet that was heading here.

At the same time, on the Valkyrie-class battleship 'Soul of Burning Steel', several naval generals and internal affairs officials cast awe-inspiring glances at the beautiful woman in the center, who was wearing a white robe and had her eyes covered with a piece of cloth covered with holy words.

"Just as the prophet predicted, not long after we arrived in the Gothic Sector, the Emperor's messenger came looking for us."

"Master Alexei is worthy of being the living saint chosen by the Emperor. You are indeed the spokesperson for the will of the Lord of Mankind."

"When I heard the plan that the Prophet and Lord Bramimond talked about, I was horrified, but if that is the will of the Emperor..."

An admiral with a star on his shoulder groaned and said, "If it is true as you said, the Emperor's messenger brought the key to activate the Black Stone Fortress, then, in the name of the Lord of Mankind, the Gothic Fleet will open fire on Terra."

Alexei nodded slightly: "That's great."

The naval commander who spoke was Scott Ariel, the commander-in-chief of the "Gothic Fleet", who was responsible for protecting the safety of the Gothic star zone.

As a famous general renowned in the Obscure Star Region, Scott was an experienced and senior naval officer, known for his prudence and caution. Even when Alexi and Bramimond displayed the Emperor's miracles and the status of the Imperial Guards in front of him, they failed to immediately convince him to join the 1st Expeditionary Fleet. They only made him give up the plan to open fire on the 1st Expeditionary Fleet for its rude remarks.

"To gain General Scott's trust, I really have to activate the Blackstone Fortress." Bramimond thought to himself as he was guarding the prophetess Alexi. Now he has put on the golden armor of the Imperial Guards again to protect the Emperor's saint.

Outside the porthole, the small boat carrying the Emperor's messenger was getting closer and closer.

That was what happened several years ago... When the 1st Expeditionary Fleet arrived at the border of the Extreme Star Region and was about to enter the Solar Star Region, the prophetess suddenly received an oracle from the Lord of Mankind. She ordered the fleet to turn around immediately, turn back halfway, and head to the Gothic Star Region.

The Emperor's messenger is waiting there, and from him they will receive a treasure called the 'Ebony Claw'.

That is the key to activate the Blackstone Fortress, and they will use the Blackstone Fortress to suppress the fortress guarding Terra: Phalanx.