Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Similar to the acclaimed Focused Arc, Cloud Lightning can penetrate shields and armor, dealing true damage to enemies with no decay.

However, the Tianyun Lightning is much inferior to the concentrated arc in terms of range and destructive power. It inevitably appears short and weak when installed on a starship. But after being simplified, it is just right to be installed on a swarm of drones, and the cost-effectiveness is very high.

Russell's eyes lit up with a faint blue-purple light, and his sight passed through the dark cloud and the swarm of drones that were about to destroy the city, and fell on the other side of the battle line.

In the gloomy sky, lightning rained down, bombarding the already unstable webway and the illusory spirit bone barrier in front with holes.

The Dark Eldar troops guarding this branch deployed a mobile war fortress made of spirit bones, which supported a huge psychic barrier to block the advance of the steel torrent. However, even though the Eldar were so shameless, under the continuous lightning bombardment of the swarm drones without giving the opponent any time to rest, the Dark Eldar's psychic shield and the spirit bone fortress itself were on the verge of overload and collapse.

The autonomous weapon array above the Bone Fortress rotated back and forth, and condensed light beams shot out from the barrier in front, piercing through the inky black clouds from top to bottom, causing the wreckage of a large number of drones to fall down, dragging flames and black smoke.

The attack of these beams was not as neat as the bard's description of thousands of arrows being fired at once. Instead, they were shot in a chaotic manner, without any sense of coordination. The intervals between each shot were extremely short, a speed that could only be achieved by blindly shooting without aiming. In fact, there was no need to aim, because there were so many swarm drones in this branch of the webway, to the point where "as long as you shoot, you will definitely hit the target."

Dark clouds swept in, lightning and thunder flashed, and a storm of steel and lightning continued to rage, bombarding the stubborn Bone Fortress back and forth.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw that when the Soul Bone Fortress was about to collapse, an Eldar wizard in a black robe seemed to have made up his mind. He activated a crystal ball engraved with spells with an obscure chant, and the Eldar troops behind him were already organizing a retreat.

"It looks like that's the ancient relic that destroyed the previous branch." Russell said softly, "It's capable of collapsing the webway, so its destructive power is pretty good."

"Master, what should we do now?" asked Revatien, picking up a piece of metal debris that was flying towards Russell with his gun.

"Let's just go over and interrupt its spellcasting." Russell said nonchalantly.

"But..." Rivagaren hesitated. "The battle on the front line is very intense right now. If the master goes there in person, your personal safety will be affected..."

Russell raised a finger in front of him and interrupted her: "Just follow my orders. Don't raise any objections to my decisions. I don't need that kind of thing. Your job is absolute obedience, nothing more, understand?"

"…Understood."

Rivagaren stopped expressing his opinion and climbed onto a Peregrine hover jet motorcycle. The lines of his body matched the riding structure of the vehicle. Russell casually inserted her spirit bone spear into the rear of the vehicle, sat on the back seat, and hugged Rivagaren's waist tightly. His hands were hurt by the sharp armor plates on his waist.

"This armor is really not designed for human use." Russell said, "Maybe we should ask the design department to optimize it."

"Armor is not designed for cuddling, so get over it," said Rivagaren.

"That's true." Russell had to overcome it.

Rivagaren twisted the handle, making a buzzing sound, and the jet motorcycle suddenly rushed forward like a peregrine falcon, diving into the swarm of drones that had left a gap between them, carrying Russell across the line of fire and shuttling between the dazzling rain curtains.

The swarm drones controlled by the main network will actively avoid them when attacking, but the psychic cluster weapon array above the Bone Fortress is obviously more deadly. The Peregrine Jet Bike itself is not a heavy vehicle that excels in defense. Under such firepower, if it is hit once, everything will be over.

But just as Revagaren was straining her nerves to the limit, Russell's voice suddenly rang in her mind: "Ignore those attacks, just charge forward."

"But ahead..."

"Just charge, no brains."

“…Yes, sir.” Rivagaren closed his eyes, his face beneath the mask revealing a resigned expression.

At this moment, Rivagaren completely gave up all attempts to dodge attacks and rushed straight towards the direction of the barrier. Several autonomous psychic energy beam launchers simultaneously locked onto the motorcycle that had broken through the warning distance, and condensed high-purity energy shot out together.

--will die.

Feeling the high-energy attacks approaching him from multiple directions, this was the only thought in Rivagaren's mind.

Then, these high-energy blows gathered and condensed by the Eldar weapons disappeared.

Like smoke blown away by the wind, the shining beams of light disappeared out of thin air. Rivagaren woke up as if from a dream. A huge sense of crisis suddenly struck her heart. At this moment, she felt that her soul was falling into the abyss.

By the time he reacted, the Peregrine Motorcycle had already passed through the barrier and arrived in front of the pale fortress.

Rivagaren looked back tremblingly. A huge hole had appeared in the colorful psychic barrier behind him. A swarm of drones was pouring in, pouring violent and raging lightning into the fortress.

The defense system of the Bone Fortress was about to fight back, but Russell had already loosened his arms around Rivagaren's waist and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped--

The array of psychic energy beam emitters above the fortress, the continuously operating psychic energy barrier, and even the fortress itself... all the Eldar equipment powered by psychic energy were silent.

Russell unfolded a corner of the high-dimensional void in the webway.

"You can't afford to lose, but you still expect your opponent to be honest. There is no such a good thing in the world."

Chapter 303 Joint Debt

Rivagaren moved in front of Russell, holding the spear while suppressing the extreme fear of her soul sliding into the abyss. She was ready for close combat with the dark elves warriors who came to attack her master, but her body was still shaking uncontrollably, and her taut thigh tendons were spasming slightly intermittently.

"Relax, no one will come." Russell patted her trembling shoulders: "Come on, let's go in."

Rivagaren tried to open his mouth to remind Russell to be careful, but nothing came out.

But Russell showed no intention of stopping to wait for her, so Rivagaren had to tense up and follow him, passing the paralyzed security system and entering the fortress.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a skinny figure wearing very little cloth, rushing towards me with a sharp blade in hand.

"Master, be careful!"

"wait--"

Russell was about to speak, but before he could react, Rivagaren bumped his butt into the corner of the wall. A flash of cold light came first, and then the spear shot out like a dragon. Before Russell could even climb up from the corner, the tip of the spear in her hand had already pierced the throat of the withered figure.

"Master, are you okay? No...eh?"

After doing all this, Rivagaren realized that the withered figure whose throat he had pierced was still frozen in place, motionless, with only an expression of fear on the withered face.

This guy died a long time ago.

The light inside the fortress was dim as the energy system was completely paralyzed, but with the help of the night vision function of the helmet, Revagaren saw that in front of him stood a number of dry and slender bodies, as lifeless as the forest in the dry season. Their flesh and blood were withered and their expressions were hideous, as if their souls had been drained by the evil god. The dry skin cracked in the air, making a crisp crackling sound.

Click, click...

The soulless corpses of the Eldar collapsed one by one before Revagaren.

"What a pity. If we catch these guys and burn them, they will produce a lot of dust." Russell stood up from the corner, holding his waist and patting the dust on his body. "Don't worry, Revagaren. There is no living life in this fortress except you and me. The spirit bone machinery driven by psychic energy has also been paralyzed. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Seeing that Rivagaren did not respond, Russell leaned against the wall to rest for a while and continued:

"The Eldar who inherited the mantle of the ancient saints have made extraordinary achievements in many areas related to the warp, such as soul engineering and future observation. However, in-depth research on the soul and the warp is both a manifestation of the power of the Eldar Empire and a constraint on the Eldar."

"The subspace is a mirror of the real universe, reflecting the emotions and souls of living things. All life with souls is connected to that abyssal dimension, but the degree of connection varies. Any life with soul that leaves the subspace will perish."

"Among all the races in the universe today, the Eldar are undoubtedly the ones with the deepest relationship with the Warp. This means that once there is a field like the Necrons' 'Death Zone', which digs a hole in the real universe that is completely isolated from the Warp, then in this hole... the Eldar will die faster than any other creature."

The Necrons are experts at slaughtering the Eldar.

"Um... Rivagaren? Are you listening?" Russell looked at the elf girl who was standing there with a spear tightly grasped with some confusion. She did not respond to what he said, and her body was as stiff as a piece of wood, only her waist and hips were spasming slightly unnaturally.

"Pee, pee..."

"Oh, I'm scared to death." Russell spread his hands, and Guixu, who was spread out in a corner of this branch of the network, suddenly disappeared.

Only then did Rivagaren recover from his fear, collapse to the ground, and cry with his face covered.

"Just cry slowly, I'll go take a look inside." Russell walked past Rivagaren, who had lost the ability to take care of himself, crossed the forest of soulless corpses in front of him, and went deeper into the fortress.

Passing through the side hall and walking up three flights of stairs, Russell arrived at the hall he had anticipated. Large narrative reliefs were carved on the six walls surrounding the hall, and the weight and vastness of history overwhelmed him.

This mobile building should perhaps be called an art palace rather than a war fortress. The entire fortress, from the decorative columns to the energy-conducting pipelines hidden in the walls, reveals an exquisite sense of design. When you scan it, every detail is as exquisite as a work of art, or you can say that the entire fortress itself is a huge work of art.

Russell seemed to see a dark Eldar sitting in front of him with his legs crossed, looking up and saying something: Our grandfather is the grandfather, and the mobile fortress used in the war must also be beautiful, showing the enemy our noble sentiments and artistic pursuits as the winner of the War of Heaven...

"I don't know." Russell shook his head and came to the center of the Art Hall.

An old Eldar in a soft grey robe stood there, holding a cloudy crystal ball in his hands as bony as birch branches, his face full of piety and fanaticism. Death froze his expression at this moment.

Was it planning to use this thing to blow up the webway just now? Russell walked closer and saw that the inside of the crystal ball was turbid, as if a bowl of sewage had come from somewhere. The two palms, ten fingers, flesh and bones of the old Eldar were completely fused with the turbid crystal ball, indistinguishable from each other.

"What a weird thing." Russell thought for a moment, then grabbed the old elf's dry arm and broke it with a snap.

But as he took off the crystal ball along with his two severed hands, the filth inside the crystal ball began to flow.

The turbid filth flowed inside the sphere and gathered into a blurry face. The cold eyes lacked any emotions of the living, making Russell feel like he was staring at a corpse.

"Despicable oath-breaker..." The blurred face uttered an unclear voice.

Russell raised his middle finger: "Loan sharks have no right to blame deadbeats."

The flow of sewage in the crystal ball paused for a moment, and then the blurred face spoke: "You will pay the price in the end."

"Crawl." Russell exerted a little force with his palm, and fine cracks immediately covered the entire crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the blurry face was slightly distorted. “He” groaned and screamed: “The reckoning will come—”

Russell turned a deaf ear to His threats. A dark crack appeared in his palm, draining the turbid crystal ball into a pile of residue. He only left a gloomy sentence: "I will settle accounts with you, I will devour you... Oathbreaker, your end is already determined."

"It's up to you, just don't call and harass my wife about collecting the debt." Russell threw the remaining parts of the crystal ball away and turned away.

As he walked, Russell thought, "Does this count as a joint debt between the couple?"

Less than 30 seconds after he walked out of the hall, swarms of drones swarmed in, filling the fortress to the brim.

Russell returned to the side hall at the entrance and picked up Revagaren, who was lying on the ground and leaking urine. "There is no time to change clothes. This branch has been opened. Let's go and take down the Ophelia node in one go."

According to the tone of End of the Cycle, the Dark Eldar may already be blowing up the nodes now.

Chapter 304 Discover and Destroy

Two beams of light, one in front and one behind, rushed through the web.

In front of them was a swarm of drones that was pitch black and invisible to the sky, and behind them was an extremely long supply line. A torrent of steel consisting of giant war bodies and heavy platinum infantry fighting vehicles rolled in. Rivagaren rode a jet motorcycle and took Russell through it, feeling awkward all over.

It's so embarrassing to be incontinent in that situation...

Rivagaren couldn't even imagine how his image in Russell's mind had collapsed.

If Russell knew what she was thinking now, he would probably say it was okay, I had been played by Gray Wind and had shown a more embarrassing posture, but he didn't know, so Russell asked:

"Rivagaren, do you know how a war can give people the most frustrating feeling of defeat?"

"Hmm...losing without any resistance?" She answered softly, trying to distract herself from the uncomfortable feeling of the wet fabric of the armor sticking to her body by thinking about the problem.

"Not even close." Russell looked up at the drone swarm that had blackened the webway and said:

"The most frustrating thing about war is not the failure itself, but the fact that your strength is completely overwhelming, but you are bound by the enemy's various strategies and cannot use your full strength, and finally lose in front of your eyes."

This is the most frustrating and blood pressure-raising part.

Revagaron understood what Russell was saying - the current situation was no different. The Federation had already assembled a large fleet that was enough to overthrow Comoros, but it was forcibly pinned down by a seal of the Dark Eldar. It had no place to use its strength, and could only rely on the Iron Torrent to fight the most primitive ground war and war of attrition in the Webway.

"Master, do you want to end this long web-way tug?"

"Well, it's over."

"Huh?" Rivagaren opened his eyes wide.