Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Admiral Scott Ariel narrowed his eyes and looked solemn as he watched the predicted boat docked on the side of the Valkyrie, the Soul of Steel. Others might not know much about what the Blackstone Fortress was, but as the commander-in-chief of the Gothic Fleet, he knew.

Blackstone Fortress is a group of six ancient fortresses scattered throughout the Gothic Sector.

There are many different opinions about its origin. Some scholars of the Adeptus Mechanicus believe that it is an ancient war weapon left by the Necrons. Some scholars claim that based on the Eldar texts, the original name of Blackstone Fortress should be "Amulet of Vaal". The ancient Eldar built these huge starships to defend against the return of the Star God.

The specific origins of the Blackstone Fortress are no longer traceable, and the current human empire has no way of deciphering the complex structures and principles within these ancient creations, let alone attempting to manipulate them.

After years of research and experimentation, the Mechanicus finally cracked a small part of the Blackrock Fortress's energy circuits, allowing them to connect a large number of automatic artillery and torpedo arrays to it, transforming it into six immovable naval bases.

Even though humans have only been able to borrow a little bit of the Blackstone Fortress's energy to a minimum, due to the solidity of the Blackstone Fortress itself, these six fortresses have become one of the most important forces to protect the local security of the Gothic Star Sector.

According to the prophecy of the prophetess Alexi, the treasure they are about to obtain, called the 'Ebony Claw', is the key to activate the Blackstone Fortress. As long as they get it, they will be able to fully control these six giant war weapons from ancient times.

"If there is anyone who can really do this...it's probably only our Emperor."

Looking at the crowd going to welcome Bishop Senedal aboard, Admiral Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "But even if that is the Emperor's will, how can I not hesitate in the face of such a request?"

He still shuddered when he thought of the request the prophetess had made at that time.

Alexei asked him to lead the Gothic Fleet and the 1st Expeditionary Fleet into the Solar Segmentum, to drive the warships over the Terra Imperial Palace to suppress the situation, and to use the fully activated Blackstone Fortress to lock down the Imperial Fists' fortress monastery: 'Phalanx'.

This group of daring people intend to launch a military coup, overthrow the Terran Council... and seize power.

Chapter 303 The King of War

Chapter 301 The King of War

The core of the Black Stone Fortress is a huge black cube, made of a material that resembles both rock and metal, and is extremely hard. Humans cannot destroy it at all with existing means. Four huge "edges" extend outward from the core of the black stone, looking like a cross as big as a planet, lying flat in space and rotating.

There are six sleeping fortresses like this in the Gothic Sector.

After parking the boat carrying Bishop Senedal to the side of the Valkyrie, the senior officers of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet, with the highest standards of etiquette, welcomed the mummy holding the Ebony Claw into the chapel of the Burning Steel Soul and placed it under the statue of the Emperor of Mankind.

The mummy was wearing a gorgeous robe decorated with numerous gold threads and gems. The dried flesh and blood adhered tightly to the surface of the bones, revealing the shape of a skull. However, the expression on the face of the deceased was unusually peaceful. It seemed that the mummy must have died in the warm light of the Lord of Mankind.

"If I die in the future, will I return to the arms of the God-Emperor like him?" Alexei murmured in his heart as he stood under the mummy of the holy remains.

However, in the holy body of the saint was tightly holding a dark arm emitting an evil aura, with the ominous claws burning with chaos flames. It was an evil weapon corroded by the power of chaos, the 'Ebony Claw', which was obtained by the 6th Expeditionary Fleet in the depths of the demon world 'Karen Star' in the Maelstrom. It had the strange power to manipulate people's hearts.

"The Ebon Claw itself is not evil. It is the key to activating the Blackstone Fortress, that's all. Its bewitching power is only because it has been influenced by Chaos for too long..." Bramimond, a royal guard wearing shining golden armor, took off his helmet and looked at the priests kneeling behind him.

"Begin the purification ritual and adjust course immediately to activate the Blackstone Fortress." Bramimond said.

Thousands of ships made the light of the stars mottled, and the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the Gothic Fleet coordinated with each other to turn in space. The curvature of space and time that had just calmed down was dominated by the biological engine in the Valkyrie, and the vision began to become distorted.

Circles of graceful gravitational ripples quietly spread out in this deserted galaxy that no one cared about, and drifted far away in the war-torn Milky Way, along with the hymns of praise to the Emperor sung in unison by priests and nuns.

The melodious sound passed through the veil between reality and illusion, riding on the turbulent ether that was surging, sinking, and rising again, floating to the distant Krenna sector and into the deep boulders.

In the center of the hall of the Stone Fortress, Lion King Lion El'Jonson, wearing the armor of the Baptist, was taking a nap on the sword throne.

"Father, regarding the recent movements of the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Terror..."

A chapter chaplain walked into the hall in hurried steps. Just as he was about to speak, he was signaled to be silent by another lieutenant who was waiting under the sword throne.

"Hush - Father is asleep." The Primarch's adjutant put a finger in front of his lips and said in a low voice: "Perhaps the heavy work of integrating the Inner Ring and various sub-groups has made Father too tired recently, or perhaps the recent movements of Abaddon the Despoiler are really worrying..."

The pastor shut his mouth when he heard that, and both of them looked at the sleeping lion on the throne. Looking at his long gray hair and beard and the wrinkles around his eyes, they felt a surge of guilt in their hearts.

"If it weren't for our incompetence, why would father have to work so hard..."

In the silent fortress hall, there was only the Primarch's gentle breathing and the dark angel's low sobs.

But Ryan did not hear the sobbing of his descendants. A melodious hymn pulled his consciousness and soul across a distance that could not be measured in light years, and he came to an extremely remote place.

Ryan opened his eyes in a daze and saw a forest filled with miasma. Dense bushes blocked his way and towering trees obscured the sky above his head.

"This is..." Looking at the familiar environment around him, Ryan felt a strange feeling in his heart: "This is Caliban?"

The dense primeval forest around him still looked the same as it did in Lion's childhood, but he knew in his heart that as early as the Great Crusade before the Horus Heresy, the Caliban Forest taken over by the Empire had been completely cut down by the people of the Mechanicus.

Lion returned to the First Legion, Caliban surrendered to the Emperor of Mankind, and was transformed from a jungle planet where chivalrous culture prevailed into a forward base for the Great Crusade.

"Did I dream of the old Caliban?"

Ryan felt a slight pain in his heart. Following his past memories, the young lion walked through the miasma, crossed the bushes, and walked all the way to the end of the jungle.

He used his hands to push aside the green thorns, and the scene before him suddenly became clear.

A deep lake was like a piece of gem inlaid in the misty forest, reflecting the bright starry sky above, which was extremely beautiful. Ryan then realized that it was midnight.

He came to the lake and looked around; the dense mist gradually dissipated.

A hunched figure sitting lonely and desolate was vaguely emerging on the snow-white lakeshore. His back was so desolate, as if he had been sitting there for an eternity even more distant than the distant past, without moving a muscle.

"Who are you!"

Ryan, who had rich experience with chaos, was extremely alert. He clearly understood that the scene before him had many strange aspects, and was very similar to the descriptions of the cult victims who were dragged into nightmares by the power of chaos.

But he didn't expect that the Chaos God would use Caliban, the hometown he could never return to, to seduce him...

Ryan stared at the hunched figure sitting on the lakeshore, gritting his teeth and making a clattering sound, like a house cat with its fur standing on end.

"Ryan, my best child..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the unfamiliar figure, so familiar that it brought tears to Ryan's eyes.

"Father... No, you are not him, you are not him! Father never said that I was his most beloved child. You are not him, you are definitely not him..." Ryan was furious. He broke off a dry branch and used it as a weapon in front of himself, glaring at the hunched figure who dared to impersonate his father, the Emperor.

The figure froze for a moment and stopped talking.

There was deathly silence beside the lake that reflected the sky full of stars. Ryan tightly grasped the branch in his hand, his fierce eyes scanning the man, like a cat examining its prey and looking for the right time to hunt.

Suddenly, he found a black wooden stick leaning against the hunchbacked old man, one end of which was stuck in the ground, and the other end stretched out toward the lake. The end was tied with a transparent silk thread, which slowly fell into the water.

It turned out that He was fishing here.

"A child's excellence is not always proportional to his or her parents' love."

The hunchbacked old man who was fishing by the lake was silent for a long time before he managed to squeeze out these words.

Ryan was immediately furious.

He was about to open his mouth to scold this arrogant man and stop using the relationship between him and his father, the Emperor, to provoke him, but suddenly, the black fishing rod shook violently.

Wow————

The trembling fishing line shattered the stars in the lake, the light shattered, the night sky in the lake disappeared, and instead, an old planet covered with rust was reflected on the lake surface.

"Terra..." Ryan recognized the ancient planet once called Earth at a glance.

But suddenly, the scene in the lake changed. Fully armed military ships sailed to the sky of Terra, and eight-cornered black stone fortresses dominated the ancient home planet of mankind.

Ryan was shocked to see the warriors of the Imperial Fists being stripped of their armor, captured, and taken into black cells. The huge fortress Monastery Phalanx was tightly suppressed and locked by multiple black stone fortresses. Countless ships of the Solar System Defense Fleet were sunk. number.

Guards rushed through the palace, placing the old heads of human officials one by one at the steps of the golden throne. The sounds of fighting, roaring, and shouting...all kinds of repressed emotions overwhelmed Terra. Everyone was in danger, just like...

Just like ten thousand years ago.

Suddenly, the scene changed and the war over Terra was extinguished.

A ship that Lion felt familiar and nostalgic slowly sailed into the lake. It was the flagship of the Ultramarines, the ancient Glorious Queen-class battleship: Macragge's Glory.

A burly giant in blue and gold armor stepped down from the Glory of Macragge and came to the magnificent Imperial Senate Hall. He wore a crimson helmet with black thorns on his head, and held the Emperor's sword burning with blazing flames in his hand. He was imposing and walked with a graceful step.

On the lakeshore, the fishing line tied to the end of the fishing rod trembled slightly. The hunchbacked old man stared at the reflection of war and peace in the lake and said slowly:

"Guilliman, my child... He is a model of someone who can suppress anger with reason, and a son of war who can make blood rush to his brain."

"In the near future, his brothers will crown him with the Crown of Domination."

"He will become the Lord of War."

Ryan's eye twitched slightly: "Didn't you say I was your best child?"

"A child's excellence is not always proportional to his or her parents' love," said the old man who was fishing.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and threw the branch in his hand into the lake: "Father, it really is you."

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Volume 3, Lord of War.

Finish.

End of Volume Summary

At this point in the story, the plot of the entire book is more than halfway through.

There are also many interesting settings, such as the Necrons and clay artists, the Eldar and the round gods, the greenskins and the throne of Khan... There is also the big golden guy, and the big devourer who ate the dragon head of the sauce-flavored sauce.

I don't have an outline when writing, and the whole book relies on these interesting settings to support it.

The process of advancing the plot is actually the process of me arranging and combining these scattered settings in chronological order and stuffing them into the same story.

When the ideas run out, the story ends.

Fortunately, there are still many interesting ideas, such as letting the green-skinned Emperor Xin wear blue armor and call himself an Ultramarines to fight against bugs... or many readers have said that they are envious of the Transcriber figure king. It should be no problem to support another one or two volumes.

Well, according to the convention that the first two volumes were named after the talents of the Ascending Stars.

Volume 4, Chasing the Galaxy.

Chapter 304: Wide Area Silence

Chapter 302: Wide Area Silence

Bang-!

Rivagaren flashed to Russell's side and raised his left arm to block the stray bullet for him.

Although the Lobbyist IX mobile armor she was wearing was thin and close-fitting, its defensive performance was by no means comparable to those cheap armors with only a layer of zero-element coating. Coupled with the wonderful telepathy and tacit cooperation between the Eldar twins, it was enough to serve as the master's personal bodyguard among thousands of troops.

As for why he didn't just let Grey Wind fork out a child process to protect himself... Russell would never admit that it was because he had been having severe back pain recently.

I hope Coronia can speed up its research efforts, as its owner's body is in urgent need of strengthening.

"Ouch, again?" A strange wave of psychic energy pulled Russell back from his distraction.

He stood in the torrent of steel, raised his head and looked forward.

The not-so-spacious web channel was filled with a swarm of drones. Countless drones were hovering in the air, like an endless black cloud. Lightning kept striking in the clouds. It was a charge weapon called "Sky Cloud Lightning" based on two basic forces.