Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Russell felt that these guys were too loyal.

Chapter Master Miraak and Sister of Silence in front of him collapsed to the ground one after another. Sister of Silence's reaction was the most violent. She could not understand what was happening before her eyes. She was clearly an untouchable who could block psychic energy, so why could this mysterious psychic cast spells quickly in front of her so calmly?

Although the opponent cast simple and crude spells like psychic lightning that did not require any skills, this unreasonable phenomenon still could not be explained.

That vast and boundless psychic power is just like... a big demon.

"I'm not a big demon, but if you strangle that orc to death, the thing lying on it will really become a big demon."

Russell casually caught the long sword thrown by a Space Marine with his last bit of strength. His body disappeared out of thin air in full view of everyone, and the next moment, he "flashed" in front of the Dreadnought.

Standing on the throne of flesh and blood, Russell was amazed at the rust spots and horrible tumors on the body of the Dreadnought due to unnatural aging. "How can it still function normally after being so deeply contaminated? It is indeed a Dreadnought veteran, so loyal beyond words."

"heresy…"

A series of low growls were heard from the Dreadnought mecha.

"Just say I'm not a heretic." Russell shook his head: "I like the Emperor very much, but I like the Imperial Truth."

As he spoke, he loosened his right hand that was holding the hilt of the Huntress's Blade, and with two slender white fingers gently pinched one of the hydraulic claws on the Dreadnought's right hand that was about to crush the Orc warlord's head... The heavy psychic pressure forced the old Dreadnought's right hand to slowly drop down under his body.

After saving the life of the orc warlord, Russell said calmly: "I can understand your hatred for the aliens, but the situation here is just as you can see. The interior of the battle moon has been polluted by chaos. It is the energy gathered in this orc that has been fighting against it, so that the entire battle moon has not been completely distorted."

Chapter Master Miraak struggled to get up from the ground, leaning on his sword. Several think tanks looked at him and nodded slightly, indicating that what the mysterious psychic said was true.

Russell drew out the Huntress's Blade and gently poked the strange humanoid creature made of tree roots that held the orc warlord tightly on the flesh throne, and then said:

"'The Last Bao', is this the treasure you are looking for? I guess the Emperor would not like this thing. Its 'essence' has been contaminated by Chaos. If this orc dies, the force field covering this place will collapse, and the completely out-of-control Bao will ascend on the spot and become a 'great demon' favored by the evil god."

"The Last Bao... is that the name of this treasure?"

"Yes, that's right." Russell nodded: "It's called Bao, or Grunul... In short, it is the last surviving individual of an extinct race, known as the 'Last Bao'."

Mirak's eyes moved slightly. From the beginning, he only knew that "the orcs held a treasure that the human lord wanted." The only information about this treasure was an abstract one: "it possessed enormous vitality."

As for the nature of this treasure, he had never heard of it, even that it was a living creature called Bao.

Russell ignored his doubts and just looked at Miraak who had just gotten up from the ground: "Captain, you don't want to see your brothers die here, do you?"

Mirak more or less understood what he meant: "You mean, you can help us?"

"To be precise, it can save your lives." Russell said lightly.

As the two were talking, the Astartes warriors who had fallen to the ground after being struck by Russell's psychic lightning regained some mobility and struggled to get up from the ground using all fours.

But this time, they did not attack Russell immediately after they got up.

Because even for warriors as tough as them, who have fought their way here and stepped into such a dangerous place, their bodies wrapped in ceramic steel power armor will inevitably develop many vicious pustules due to the pollution of the warp.

But as the violent psychic lightning flowed through their bodies, as if they had undergone some kind of baptism, these lingering poisonous pustules actually... disappeared on their own.

Miraak, the Chapter Master, naturally noticed this. He was confused, he didn't understand why he and this mysterious psychic were strangers to each other, and even labeled him a heretic and launched a fatal attack on him when they first met...

Why are you still helping us like this?"

"Because one day in the future, in a certain matter, you will give me some crucial help." Russell tilted his head slightly and said, "Because the future you helped me, I am here to repay you for this favor."

Repay now the favors you owe in the future.

Miraak had seen this style of behavior before, but most of those people were mysterious prophecy psychics.

…It seems that this mysterious person is not only a powerful psychic, but also possesses the ability to predict the future, similar to the prophetess Alexi.

For a moment, Russell's image became more and more confusing in Mirak's mind.

Chapter 31 "Purification"

However, after learning about Russell's predictive ability, a doubt that lingered in Miraak's mind was also reasonably explained:

How could this psychic, whose body was no different from that of an ordinary person and who was not wearing any power armor, perfectly destroy the attacks launched by the commandos twice?

It should be noted that, except for the accompanying Sisters of Silence, all members of this commando team are elite Astartes from the Flame of Penance Regiment.

As a biological weapon designed by the Emperor of Mankind himself, the body of the Astartes Brothers has been transformed through 18 surgeries and implanted with various superhuman organs. All bodily functions, including brain analysis and nerve reaction capabilities, are far superior to those of humans.

They are the Emperor's angels of death, and angels are not something that mortals can reach.

Even a powerful psychic, with an ordinary human nervous system, would not have any time to react to a joint attack by multiple Space Marines. Psionic spells would not be cast organically, and would only be seized upon and killed at close range.

But Russell was not like that. He reacted, twice.

Twice, he successfully used Lightning Storm to block the attacks just before they were about to succeed. Without even aiming, the violent electric current directly washed the entire throne room.

How could a mortal's reaction be faster than an Astartes' attack?

Such speed is simply unexplainable, unless he predicted Astartes' actions in advance and decided to counterattack before being attacked... and it turns out he could actually predict it.

Psychic power, isn’t it magical?

You claimed that the future me would give you some vital help. Let me be curious, what exactly is this so-called "help"? "Miraak's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes.

"Being curious is not a good habit." Russell politely rejected his inquiry.

Mirak knew what to do and didn't ask any more questions. At this time, a think tank suddenly spoke up:

"Perhaps you are right. The Battle Moon will be completely devoured by Chaos after the death of the Orc Warlord. However, even if we don't kill it, the life of this orc is already a candle in the wind and may go out at any time."

The Sister of Silence standing next to Miraak remained silent.

The treasure sought by the Emperor - "The Last Bao" has been contaminated by Chaos, and the will of the God-Emperor has not been implemented. She is ashamed of not being able to complete the task assigned by the Lord of Humanity, and she is ready to die here.

So you guys are really extreme... Russell was amazed at this group of people.

Indeed, even if you don't do anything, its death is only a matter of time. And Bao has been contaminated, and your mission is doomed to fail from the beginning. "Russell said, holding the Huntress's Blade in one hand, and stabbed the silver-gray blade into the flesh throne covered with blood vessels and tree roots:

"In that case, since the item is already dirty and you don't want it, can I take it away? I think it should be usable after cleaning."

"What are you doing—"

A think tank was shocked by Russell's actions. This sudden change made him exclaim in surprise, but he froze in place before he could finish his words.

If he hadn't been wearing a fully enclosed helmet, the other battle brothers present would have seen the distorted look of fear on the face of this resolute and indomitable psychic Astartes.

From the psychic's perspective, at the moment Russell stabbed with the blade, a terrifying abyss-like nothingness was spreading in all directions with Russell's body as the center.

It was a "void", a void of nothingness.

As the void unfolded, the nothingness spread. The whispers of the Warp that echoed eternally in this throne room suddenly became sluggish, blurred, and slowly disappeared.

Behind Russell, the vicious pustules and flesh deformations growing on the surface of the Dreadnought quickly faded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only deep scars and pits on the body.

The tentacles and twisted flesh sticking out from the walls were shrinking and withering, the foul soup covering the ground was evaporating, and even the blood vessels and roots growing on the throne were wriggling and gradually disappearing, or being swallowed up.

With the Huntress's Blade in Russell's hand as the center, wherever his power was deployed, everything related to the subspace was swallowed up by the void and decomposed into the purest nothingness.

Perhaps this can be called a "purification".

However, Russell's "purification" process of chaos pollution is not sacred at all, and can even be called distorted.

In essence, he was driving something more terrifying than Chaos to devour and decompose the filth that leaked into reality from the Warp. It was more blasphemous than the evil magic of the Warp, and more indescribable than the Chaos Evil God.

Several think tanks stood there in a daze, their bodies trembling slightly.

Perhaps they should be thankful that their psychic abilities were not as advanced as those of the prophetess Alexi and her disciples. They could only vaguely see a hazy shadow of nothingness through the barrier of reality. In addition, the Astartes monks had strong psychological qualities, so they did not suffer a mental breakdown due to glimpsing the "void".

Even so, everyone, including Sister Silent, had the same feeling at this moment: if Russell had not deliberately avoided it, even their souls would have been swallowed up and decomposed by this horrible void.

The left hand of the Dreadnought, which was equipped with a heavy flamethrower and a large-caliber machine gun, slowly dropped down. Even through the layers of armor, Russell could still see a ghostly look on the face of the veteran buried deep in the sarcophagus of the mecha.

Generally speaking, there is no possibility of saving people and machines contaminated by Chaos. In his long life, he had witnessed two miracles of Chaos being expelled and pollution being purified, but both miracles were performed by the Emperor's living saints.

Russell, who was standing in front of him, had a mist on his face. Not only did he look unholy, but his behavior was also like that of a heretic. He suspected that this guy couldn't even recite the Emperor's Hymn.

"Give me a break, that kind of hymn is too corny to read." Russell shook his head.

Miraak silently tightened his grip on the bolter and chainsword in his hands.

His brows were furrowed. As the most senior warrior present besides the Holy and Fearless, he had a lot of experience.

After witnessing the horrifying scene that could be called a miracle, Miraak couldn't help but connect the empty area around Russell where no psychic energy existed with the confusing and strange things he had seen in a distant battle.

"Exorcising the Dead Zone...?"

"I didn't expect you to know about the exorcism of the dead. If I remember correctly, it should be the 39K period now, and the dead spirits should not have awakened yet. How did you know that..." Russell thought about it but couldn't figure it out, so he smiled and said, "Well, it's pretty close, but unfortunately, it's not."

As they were talking, the surroundings had been completely cleared, and the throne hall was covered with scars as if it had been peeled of a layer of flesh, with potholes and holes revealing the haphazardly piled up metal structures and roughly connected energy transmission cables inside.

The only thing left on the iron throne with his flesh stripped off was the unlucky orc warlord who seemed to have his body hollowed out. The pus and sores on his body had disappeared, and were replaced by bone-piercing wounds all over his body. Fortunately, such injuries were nothing to the strong orc.

However, the humanoid creature, Bao, which was made up of tree roots, was still clinging to it tightly, and several flexible tree roots penetrated deeply into the chest and abdomen of the orc warlord.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly, and he pulled the Huntress's Blade out of Bao's body, pointing the tip of the blade at the orc warlord's head.

"Excuse me? The bugs are coming and I'm in a hurry."

Chapter 32: The Fallen Heart

Russell's logic is simple and plain, but very practical:

Since the death of the orcs will cause Chaos to lose its balance of power, we should first eliminate Chaos and then kill the greenskins.

The projection of his consciousness in the subspace is a void, suspended in a sky higher than the highest sky, endlessly siphoning the waters of the Sea of ​​Souls. Its image is somewhat similar to the Guixu in mythology, and its extraction and traction of psychic energy reminds Russell of the ether phase engine built by the Human Federation.

Simply put, it is a psychic energy pump.

The continuous psychic siphon effect sucked away all the foul Nurgle pollution, and Bao, who was rooted in the flesh and blood of the orc warlord, was also purified. Although the body made of wooden roots looked scarred, there was no dirt on it.

Then, all that was needed was to kill the dying orc warlord sitting on the throne, and the orc war would be over.

So Russell raised the Huntress Blade.

"It must be quick."

There are still a large number of greenskins alive on the surface of the battle moon and in the orbital battlefield. Grey Wind is struggling to hold on to the two battlefields. With the energy gathered by the greenskins, the damage caused by Chaos to the orc warlords will soon be restored.

"It must be quick."

The Hive Fleet is drifting in the darkness towards Faya, and the shadow of the Hive Will is about to descend. He must finish things here as soon as possible and free up his hands to deal with more pressing crises.

"It has to be quick...it has to be quick..."

It was as if a voice was whispering in Russell's ear, urging him to stab with the fatal blade. In a trance, it seemed as if the flow of time had slowed down.

The Astartes scattered around the throne hall watched this scene in silence. Chapter Master Miraak was also silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the long sword in Russell's hand, as if waiting for the final result.