Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The war situation in the Danak galaxy is getting more and more intense. The Eldar, Greenskins, Tyranids, and humans are in an endless hostile relationship with the other three parties. From space to the ground, from the real universe to the subspace, Dana Every corner of the Ke galaxy was scorched by the flames of war.

Llane had led his Primarch Guard to the front lines, and Guilliman could waste no more time on interrogations.

With this thought in mind, Guilliman walked into the interrogation room and met the last rumor spreader who was waiting for interrogation.

This was an ordinary mortal who was missing an eye. His linen robe had been stripped off, and his naked body was covered with marks of whips and branding, which were the work of the Dark Angels' interrogation priests.

To Guilliman's surprise, "Why didn't you replace your missing eye with a mechanical prosthetic eye? The salary of a Chapter Servant should be enough for you to buy a prosthetic body from the Adeptus Mechanicus to repair your own defect."

"Your concern makes me panic, Lord Guilliman." Blood gushed out from the wound on the one-eyed servant's forehead and flowed down his cheekbone. He smiled and said, "But you should hurry up now. The soldiers on the front line need to see Robert Guilliman appear on the battlefield. Even if they don't actually do anything."

An ordinary war regiment servant with a very keen sense of politics...

Guilliman raised his eyebrows slightly, "According to the confessions of the previous rumor spreaders, they all heard the rumors about me from you and then relayed them to others. What about you? You also heard these rumors from others. Paraphrasing it from the media, or...are you the one who originally spread the rumor?"

“It’s not important, Guilliman.” The one-eyed servant smiled faintly, as if the shocking torture scars on his body did not exist. “You want to know the origins of these greenskins and why they believe in the Emperor, don’t you?”

Guilliman frowned. This man's abnormal reaction made him feel some strange feelings in his heart.

"Although people throughout the empire worship the human emperor as a god, in fact, the emperor is not a god yet, or is about to become a god." The one-eyed servant said:

"You put on Khorne's Helm of Dominance and stole part of the god of war, so you should understand what the so-called 'god' is in this universe."

Before Guilliman could speak, he continued, "Becoming a God means many things. It means losing your human emotions, losing your free will, and being enslaved by corresponding concepts... Although it doesn't matter now, every thought and idea of ​​the Emperor is enslaved and kidnapped by 'continuing human civilization'. The so-called God-Emperor is nothing more than a pitiful prisoner."

"Just as your path to godhood corresponds to the power of war, the Emperor has already occupied one corner of the Chaos Octagon. That is the end and death, the ashes after the flames burn out, the cold darkness... His name is, the Dark Lord."

"For ten thousand years, the spiritual flame on the Golden Throne has never been extinguished. The Emperor's soul burned fiercely in the highest sky, burning into a black and cold star. All mankind prayed and worshiped day after day. Keep adding massive amounts of faith to the Emperor, pouring more fuel into the star to keep it burning."

"Burning, only burning, burning moment by moment... Once the flame on the Golden Throne is extinguished, destruction will follow. The Dark King will be born from the ashes of the Emperor after he burns out, bringing great consequences to the entire galaxy. Ending and death.”

The one-eyed servant's calm narration shocked Guilliman and left the scribe in the interrogation room unable to write. Guilliman subconsciously wanted to use the Emperor's Sword to make this daring mortal servant shut his blasphemous mouth, but just as The one-eyed servant said that Guilliman, who had worn the Helm of Command, could understand what he meant.

After all, Guilliman is also in the process of becoming a god.

No matter how rational and materialistic the Primarch is, he cannot hide his ears when faced with the objective facts of personal experience... Mortarion's abstract guy does not count.

"For ten thousand years, the Emperor has been burning. He thought he could block the birth of the Dark Lord forever and keep mankind at the moment before destruction. But he was wrong..."

The Cyclops continued, "Ten thousand years is too long, too long. It's so long that the Golden Throne has begun to malfunction, and the Emperor's body has begun to decay and collapse irreversibly. The growing dark sun in the Sea of ​​Souls needs more fuel, so the Star-Bomber took action."

"Starbuster?" Guilliman's eyes widened, "He did it?!"

"Yes, the Star Destroyer, the Star Destroyer used a psychic weapon called the 'God's Judgment' to brainwash all the green-skinned orcs on the nine planets in the Ophelia galaxy, and forcibly converted them to become the Emperor. fanatical believers."

The one-eyed psychic smiled, and his thin body began to fill with strong muscles, and his scarred skin turned a fiery red.

Magnus recited the incantation quickly, activated the teleportation spell, tore a small subspace rift in the cabin of the Macragge's Glory, got into it and disappeared, leaving only an erratic word in the interrogation room. echoed in:

"Now that the Golden Throne has received more fuel, the Emperor's burning will continue."

Chapter 336 Breaking the Defense Line

Although he has left the Tzeentch camp, Magnus's style of doing things still retains many characteristics of the Lord of Change, just like all Tzeentch demons - spread rumors and then run away, exciting!

Guilliman, who is about to be crowned Lord of War, is indeed no longer the same person as before. Magnus has absolutely no hope of defeating him by force, but it is more exciting, isn't it, to risk being killed by the Sword of the Emperor and never being able to be resurrected, and to advance madly towards Guilliman's bottom line?

Entertaining oneself to death, taking any risks and paying any price, including one's own life, just to have fun. This is exactly Tzeentch's style.

After escaping from the Darnak system, where all forces were beating their brains out, Magnus quietly took a Firestorm-class frigate from Guilliman's war fleet, started the subspace engine and left directly Great Ultramar.

With his powerful psychic powers and skilled techniques, Magnus effortlessly tuned the battleship's carrier-based aircraft soul into his own shape, driving it through the turbulent currents in the Sea of ​​Souls, and cutting through the waves all the way to the Eye of Terror star region.

The Eye of Terror, the abnormal area where the real universe and the subspace overlap.

The laws of physics have lost their meaning here, dimensions are distorted, timelines are confused, and even the stars are dyed with bizarre and distorted colors. On the demon worlds infected by the evil energy of chaos, the mutated human race with deformed bodies and twisted minds due to the influence of the subspace is struggling to survive in this endless purgatory.

Yes, even in a place like the Eye of Terror, there are human colonies. The tenacity of the human race is often beyond the imagination of humans themselves.

Although this kind of tenacity is not always a good thing.

Because they were in the Eye of Terror, they did not need Mandeville points to travel in the subspace, and it was not difficult for the starship to directly enter the planet's gravity. With Magnus's powerful psychic power, the enslaved Firestorm-class frigate slowly emerged from the distorted illusion and appeared directly in the orbit of a planet filled with dull and dead air.

This is the Daemon World of Sicarus, home to the 17th Legion of the Word Bearers.

This planet has absolutely nothing that can be called a 'geographical environment'. Mountains, plains, oceans, valleys and other landform features that often appear on other planets are completely absent here.

Every square centimeter of the surface of Sicarus is completely covered by a variety of temples, ancestral halls, churches, altars, monuments and other religious buildings. This is a religious planet that does not even have a single conventional building. There is nothing here but faith. Countless densely packed spider cranes travel up and down the Senta Forest. Countless mortal slaves, driven by the Word Bearers, work all day long, constantly building more and more religious facilities on top of the original buildings.

It seems that this is the only way to demonstrate the loyalty of the 17th legion's demonic ascendant primarch 'Lorgar Aurelion' to the true god of chaos.

——This is how Magnus felt when he came to Sicarus last time.

Returning to their homeland this time, the Word Bearers' home world has been destroyed by war. As soon as he emerged from the subspace navigation state, Magnus noticed 'that thing' located in the center of the galaxy.

It was a transparent shadow similar to the box-shaped jellyfish in the ancient Terran ocean. It was looming like a tethered balloon floating vaguely on the edge of the star, giving off an illusory texture.

That is the dimensional anchor of the Boundary Breakers, and it is the frontline of the Chaos army to resist the high-dimensional invasion.

The 'Unbroken Line of Defense' built by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon in the name of the gods connects the demonic worlds controlled by different forces one by one. The Word Bearers' home world is one of the pearls on this interstellar necklace.

The Blightbreakers and the Word Bearers are engaged in a protracted war on this pearl.

Magnus could feel that the power of the Chaos God was suppressing the dimensional anchor of the Bound Breaker, preventing this horrific high-dimensional creation from locking the space-time of the Sicarus galaxy. This religious planet full of sacrificial facilities built by the Word Bearers became an excellent transit point for the power of the Chaos God. The power of the four gods was bestowed on the Word Bearers at the same time. At this moment, each of them was a warrior chosen by the four gods.

Unless Sicarus is destroyed, there is no way the Boundary Breaker can break free of this pearl necklace called the 'Unbreakable Line of Defense' and enter the depths of the High Heaven to feast on the bodies of the Four Chaos Gods.

Magnus stood on the track and looked down, seeing the burning temple and the ruined church.

Ghostly shadows wander among the ruined buildings, and physical matter cannot stop their footsteps. At the same time, the space warriors blessed by the four gods are the best food for the boundarybreakers, second only to the chaos demons. So they descended to the ground and played hide-and-seek with their dessert before eating their main meal.

In the planet's orbit, the Word Bearers war fleet blessed by the evil god was fighting against a high-dimensional warship of the World Breakers with tragic casualties - yes, only one.

Magnus went down to the surface of the planet and randomly selected a lucky Word Bearer Captain for brainwashing. Through his memory, the Red Devil roughly understood the battle situation in the Eye of Terror.

The so-called unbreakable defense line of the Chaos Warmaster was actually breached as early as the day it was announced.

The main force of the Boundary Breaker's fleet marched straight into the depths of the subspace to devour the Chaos Demons hiding in the Evil God's Realm. Only one battleship was left in each node system that did not break the defense line, responsible for destroying the remaining Chaos on the planet. After the army has finished eating, it is really a good habit not to waste it.

"Ridiculous." Magnus casually shattered the soul of the Captain of the Word Bearers, got up and walked deeper into the temple complex on the surface of Sicarus.

According to this person's memory, the Primarch of the 17th Legion, Lorgar, is still holding out on the planet Sicarus, fighting a desperate battle with the ground-based predator units of the World Breakers on this religious planet together with Angron, the Lord of the Red Sands who leads the World Eaters.

"It seems that even those fleets that successfully broke through the unbreakable defense line and successfully entered the subspace are not the real main force of the boundary breakers..." Magnus saw the reason for this.

Even if the defense line is broken again, it is still a defense line after all. The chaos node planets play the role of suppressing the dimensional anchor for the gods. Once this suppression is broken, the army of the world breakers will no longer be restrained, and the four chaos gods will cry out, "Da Mee Da Mee, so many people will die."

Magnus took a long breath. He didn't care about the life or death of the four gods of chaos. He came here just to complete a mission, the mission of the star bomber.

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Something suddenly occurred to me recently. Llane took the Emperor's Shield and Guilliman took the Emperor's Sword. What will the other Primarchs take when they return?

Considering that the Emperor's remaining equipment is the Emperor's Claws and Cloak.

Rogal Dorn, the original body of the Imperial Fist, happened to have lost his hand, so...

——After successfully attaching the Emperor's Claw, Dorne's domineering power immediately increased sharply, wildly, and powerfully! Kill kill kill kill kill! His momentum at this moment is fifty times more powerful than at any other time; his incomparable domineering thoughts, incomparable madness, such a terrifying original body, what else in the galaxy can resist it? Damn it, what else can we resist in the galaxy?

"Father!! I have felt your domination and I have understood your ambition."

Dorne, who returns in this style of painting, looks less like the original body of the Imperial Fists and more like one from the Black Templars.

In addition, Dorne, who had his hand cut off, used his claws, and Ferrus Manus, who had his head cut off, was...

Chapter 337 Strong Artificial Intelligence

Far Eastern Star Region-Esbanese Star Region-Faya

A beautiful blue-green planet with two giant iron-gray artificial space stations in orbit. The predecessors of these two space stations were the two natural satellites of Faya. Russell deployed the Cybertron Arsenal on them and hollowed out the two moons one after another.

The hollowed-out asteroid was later transformed and strengthened by the Order of Truth, and gradually developed into what it is now in nearly 300 years.

The two large space stations have gathered a large number of research results and technological crystallization accumulated by the Order of Truth so far. They are the well-deserved academic center of the entire Far Eastern Star Territory. But beneath these two highly industrialized steel satellites, the main body of Falla is covered by the lush Bao forest, and there are almost no traces of artificial development.

Such a contrasting scene is Russell's personal interest. He likes to transform his home planet into a beautiful natural paradise, rather than destroying the sacred Terra that gave birth to him into a dry and poisonous death land like the humans in this universe.

In Space City 2 above Falla, an academic conference has just ended.

A tall, aging man with multiple prosthetic implants and marks of modification on his torso, wearing a white robe, stood up from the main seat and slowly walked out of the meeting room with the help of another participant.

This person is Gustav, the official director of the Mechanical Department of the Order of Truth. Due to his rejection of deep prosthetic transformation and consciousness formatting, he is only 241 years old and his various body functions are at an extremely low level. Dangerous state.

The older generation of scientific researchers are always like this. They always hold on to the old ideas of human empire in their stubborn heads and refuse to let go, and the young people sneer at this.

With the help of his students, Gustav watched the tall and agile figures walk out of the conference room in front of him. They were all young people who had undergone integrated prosthetic transformation. They were energetic and full of vigor. Judging from their appearance alone, each of them was a radiant handsome man or beautiful woman, but in fact, the organic flesh and blood tissue in their bodies was often less than that of the high-level sages of the Mechanicus.

"They are so rude. Teacher, you have made great contributions to the scientific research of the order, but these young and frivolous guys don't even have the most basic respect for you... or even pretend to be?" The student who supported Gustav looked at the backs of the participants who were leaving in a hurry with resentment, speaking up for his teacher.

Gustav himself did not care about this, "Because the contribution I made back then is no longer important to the current Order of Truth."

The student was speechless for a moment.

Gustav, the director of the Mechanical Department of the Order of Truth, his greatest achievement in his life was to conquer important technologies such as fine gold synthesis, zero element coating, and pure spirit field in the humble environment of the underground research institute in the south of Falla. The difficulties in mass production laid the foundation for the human federation's starships to fly out of space without fear of chaos.

However, the technical difficulties that he worked hard to overcome back then seem to be ordinary now.

"Young people have a better educational environment, more solid academic skills, healthier bodies and clearer brains. The little gadgets I tinkered with back then seem to them now like elementary school students doing arithmetic." Gustav said nonchalantly: "You can't expect a group of college students to respect a man who became famous by solving elementary school math problems."

"Even so, but!——"

The student wanted to say more, but Gustav interrupted him, "I don't have much time, and I don't want to spend my precious time on meaningless arguments. Let's go, let's continue the previous topic." "

Yes, teacher. "

The teacher and student slowly left the conference room of Space City 2 and walked towards Gustav's private laboratory.

For hundreds of years, Gustav has been dedicated to studying the most practical applied sciences. Some people said that he lacked innovation, and some criticized him for running out of talents. But the old minister never paid attention to it. His research was always in-depth. Those fields that are considered thankless are in completely different directions from those newcomers who are eager to make results to prove themselves and gain social status.

In recent decades, the subject he has been studying is the 'Black Stone' related to the Necrons.

"This is not a new creation, but a decompilation and reinterpretation of existing alien technology. This project cannot win me the respect and admiration of the current academic community. You will not get the status and self-worth that all young people want by following me." Gustav stood at the door of the laboratory and let the intelligent robot servant perform a full body cleansing on him.

He said to the students behind him: "You are still young. It is not too late to change the direction of your research. There is no need to waste your good years on black stone creation with a bad old man like me."

The student was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Since this research cannot bring you more respect and corresponding academic status, why do you want to invest your little time in it?"

"Because it can bring greater benefits to the order." Gustave simply replied:,

"Decompiling the Black Stone cannot make the scholars who study it famous, but it can bring great help to the Order of Truth and the Human Federation."

"Scholars in the new era pay more attention to something called 'cost-effectiveness'. The time and energy spent on research must be efficiently converted into their own status and reputation. They refuse to make useless efforts... But I have already become famous. I have I have enough voice to apply for enough resources from the federation, and I don’t have to compete with colleagues for time to publish papers to gain fame, so I can calm down and do something that is truly beneficial to the federation.”

Someone has to do the thankless stuff, so why can't it be me?