Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The umbilical cord has been severed.

This is the result of forced modification by the Wataum Reality Periscope, but this modification is not permanent and the erroneous facts will soon correct themselves.

So Russell tried his best to grasp every precious second of time. He expanded the void as quickly as possible, trying to force the "death of the devil Bao" to become an established fact before the mistake of "the umbilical cord was broken" was corrected.

Under the irreversible siphon effect, the fat and bloated demon soon shrank, and Bao's body turned into soft plant roots again, with the dirt washed away and the scars all over his body.

The devil Bao, his existence was erased.

In this case, even if the presence of the umbilical cord is corrected, it will not help.

Russell could sense that as the demon in Bao's body was wiped out, he was hated by the terrifying existence behind him... He was allowed to hate her. Russell casually hung the Huntress's Blade back on his waist, picked up the dying Bao with one hand like a kitten, and turned to leave.

In the previous brutal battle, most of the Space Marines following Chapter Master Miraak had been killed, leaving only four heavy infantrymen wearing Terminator armor who barely survived by relying on the heavy defense.

Of the four Librarians who cast the "Heart of Corruption" and committed themselves to the tyrannical power from the warp, three have been killed, and the last one left had the best luck: the bloodthirsty murderous intent wrapped around him was constantly extracted and devoured because of the expansion of the void.

There has never been a case of a psychic who cast the forbidden spell "Corrupted Heart" and survived afterwards. He is the first.

At this moment, they all looked at the purified Bao in Russell's hand, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Their loyalty to the Emperor made them willing to risk their lives to obtain this treasure.

But they couldn't convince themselves to shoot Russell, the benefactor who had just destroyed the great demon Bao and saved their lives and the lives of their fighting brothers.

"There's no need to worry about it. In fact, you can't beat me even if you shoot." Russell smiled: "But your humanity has not been wiped out in the war. This is very precious. I like it very much."

The warriors of the Flame of Repentance Chapter are relatively morally upright. If we were to replace them with some of the extremist chapters in the Empire, what they did would be no better than that of Chaos.

Russell was about to leave carrying the dying Bao, but after a few steps, he stopped.

"What a coincidence." Russell muttered to himself, letting the invisible spiritual power field cover his body.

The survivors who were fighting with the demon Bao were all worried when they saw him suddenly stop, but soon the worry disappeared and was replaced by some complicated emotions.

At the entrance of the throne room, there was still a remnant of the crack torn open by the Dreadnought when it drove in. Now, a faint blue glow was emitting from that crack. That was the light of the power spears. Armed Astartes wearing holy shield-type silver power armor, with books or other magical weapons hanging from their waists, and holding punishment-type power weapons walked in from the crack.

The surviving commandos did not know which chapter these maverick Space Marines came from or what their identities were, but Miraak, the commander of the Flame of Penance, knew it well.

——They are the Grey Knights.

As anti-demon experts among the Astartes, all Grey Knights are powerful psykers. Their strength is unparalleled and their hearts are pure and untainted. It would be great to get the assistance of the Grey Knights in the battle against Chaos.

Unfortunately, these Grey Knights arrived a little too late. The battle with the demon Bao was already over.

The Dreadnought looked back and saw that the orc warlord who was slumped on the iron throne was no longer breathing. It seemed that the battle on the moon's surface was over.

The Grey Knights walked into the throne room without a word. Russell stood there calmly, not even looking at the captain who led the group.

Because he knew that these Grey Knights did not come to see him specifically, they were just escorting an important person to him.

Then, a woman in a white robe slowly walked out from behind the burly Grey Knight.

Her long hair was pure white, and a ribbon with mottos on it was tied on her head to cover her eyes. Her hands were gently caressing her chest, and her lips were slightly pursed. Her casual micro-expression revealed a hint of extremely suppressed anxiety and expectation.

The prophetess of Espene, Alexie, came before Russell, escorted by the Grey Knights.

Chapter 35 Connection

"Hello, my name is Alexi, what should I call you?"

Alexei kept a very low profile, which made Russell subconsciously alert.

He could tell that this female psychic named Alexi seemed to have a very high status in the human camp. In terms of psychic cultivation, she was even stronger than the Grey Knights beside her.

Why would such a person be so humble to someone whom he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend when he first met him?

No, not just humility.

Russell's eyes narrowed slightly under the psychic mist. He saw her shoulders trembling slightly. The prophetess lowered her head, trying hard to hide the small movement of her swallowing saliva. She... was afraid.

And are you afraid of me?

My name has no meaning, tell me, what is your purpose?" Russell chose not to answer her question.

"Ah, yes, okay." Alexei clenched his hands silently on his chest.

She turned her head and said softly to the Grey Knight who had escorted her here, "Mr. Dimitri, could you please step aside first? I have something to say to this gentleman alone."

After that, she turned to Miraak and said, "Captain Miraak, please take the soldiers and leave for now. What I want to discuss with this gentleman is very important and... needs to be kept secret."

Upon hearing this, the Gray Knight known as "Mr. Dimitri" simply lowered his head and said "be careful" to Alexi, then led his team away and walked out of the throne hall through the crack.

"Please be careful." Although Mirak was confused, he wanted to know why the prophet would take the risk to come here, and he also wanted to remind her that Russell was actually a powerful psychic who could kill the devil alone, but in the end he did not say much, the prophet's authority was absolute.

The surviving members of the commando team silently collected the bodies of their dead combat brothers, while two Terminator veterans who were in relatively good physical condition were responsible for taking away the Dreadnought with paralyzed legs.

Soon, there were only three living creatures left in the huge throne hall: Russell, Bao, and Alexi.

"You seem afraid of me... although I don't know what I have to be afraid of."

Russell held the Wataum reality perforator in one hand and the dying but still alive Bao in the other. His black robe was stained with the sticky blood of the Space Marines. He felt that although he looked a little shabby, he was not that scary.

Alexei smiled awkwardly and said in a tone as soft as flowing water: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"So what do you want to tell me?" Russell looked at her.

"Well... If I want to trace the origin of this matter, I have to start from a dream I had 30 years ago..." Her expression was a little hazy, as if she was reminiscing.

"Stop, I'm in a hurry, you'd better keep it short." Russell frowned, and the psychic mist on his face slowly flowed: "Our communication should be more efficient. You know, the bugs are coming, and I have to deal with them."

"Okay...ok."

The venerable prophetess was now at a loss, like a young student being reprimanded by his mentor. Alexei patted his chest and hesitated for a long time before he was mentally prepared.

She slowly took off the cloth covered with holy words that was covering her eyes. Her violet eyes were shining with golden light. Through the hazy psychic mist, Alexei and Russell's eyes met.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Russell could feel her spirit and will slowly extending towards him like tentacles, cautiously and restrained, with a hint of fear. Without giving it much thought, he gently wrapped her outstretched spiritual tentacles with his own will, connecting the two people's spiritual worlds together.

Softer than expected... Alexei tried to suppress the surprise and curiosity in his heart, but it was meaningless. Two people connected together could feel each other's thoughts and emotions most intuitively. There was no way to lie in communication under such circumstances, just like when the angel first met the Emperor.

After calming down her slightly agitated emotions, the prophetess spoke softly, "I am here on behalf of the Divine Emperor..."

A short sentence is just a surface carrier. The moment this sentence is uttered, a much larger amount of information has been communicated on the spiritual bridge between the two people, which is better than thousands of words.

From the perspective of this female prophet, Russell immersively experienced the beginning and end of the expedition in the first person.

Thirty years ago, the year when Russell came into this world, a group of green-skinned orcs wandering in a desolate corner of the Espanis star region accidentally obtained a "treasure".

Alexei didn't know what it was, he only knew that the orcs had risen rapidly since they obtained that treasure.

The orcs' reproductive spores seemed to have undergone some kind of benign mutation after obtaining the treasure. Theoretically dead planets and life-forbidden zones were continuously transformed into fertile lands full of vitality, and then greenskins continued to emerge one after another.

Subsequently, led by the Inquisitor and the Governor of the Sector of Espiones, an expeditionary fleet was formed to fight against the Orks in collaboration with the Forge World of Musbel of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

This expedition lasted less than 18 years. After fighting with the green orcs and destroying several green planets, the Espenes expedition fleet hurried back. In addition to requesting support for the terrifying number of greenskins, they also brought back some other interesting intelligence:

When issuing an extermination order for a green planet covered with orc spores, the fleet commander discovered that the damage caused to the planet's surface ecosystem by orbital bombardment using conventional naval gun weapons was very limited.

This emerald green planet seems to have turned into a huge living entity. The damaged local areas will absorb nutrients from the planet's overall ecosystem with amazing efficiency and grow and heal quickly.

In the end, it was an Inquisitor who made the final decision and authorized the flagship, Fire of Repentance, to use precious atmospheric incineration torpedoes to finally destroy the planet's ecosystem.

When the expedition fleet, which suffered heavy losses, brought this strange phenomenon back to the Espenes sector, the top leaders, including the Bishops of the Ecclesiarchy and the Magi of the Mechanicus, were gathered together to debate what the prophetess Alexei's prophetic dream meant.

"The God-Emperor asked the prophetess to go to the eastern border of the Ultramarine in a dream, saying that there she would obtain something important that could change the fate of the empire."

While an Inquisitor was pondering the will of the God-Emperor, he keenly discovered one thing through his flexible information network: the orcs' battle moon was also sailing towards the east of the Extreme Star Region.

Considering the nature of the treasure in the orc's hand, a crazy idea suddenly emerged from nowhere:

"Since the powerful vitality contained in that treasure can animate a planet and turn it into a huge living entity, then can it also nourish the decaying body of the human emperor sitting on the golden throne and allow the emperor to walk the world again?"

Chapter 36 Star Bullet

"The Lord of Mankind longs to obtain that treasure, and His Majesty the Divine Emperor longs to return to the world. The day of dedication has arrived..."

Alexei didn't know whether this theory was correct, nor did she know where it came from, but some intuition told her that this was not what the Emperor intended.

There are also voices opposing this theory in the Espionage sector. However, as the greenskins grow wildly, the shadow of the Tyranids gradually covers the imperial world in the Espionage sector, and chaos is also stirring among the stars.

There was a constant stream of news of the world's fall. The despair of doomsday, coupled with the fanning of the flames by radical Inquisitors who held the theory of the God-Emperor's resurrection, caused this crazy rhetoric to grow and spread in the star region at an incredible speed, faster than a plague.

In fact, among the people of the Empire, for nine thousand years, theories and factions dedicated to resurrecting the Emperor have never disappeared.

But this time it was different. This time the radical inquisitor brought in the prophetess Alexi to endorse his theory.

The zealots who believed that the Emperor was about to return to the world called this theory:

"Theory of the Resurrection of the Divine Emperor".

Russell had no interest in the political struggles in the Espenes sector. He took a few seconds to digest this ridiculous argument and then burst out laughing.

He lifted the remains of Bao in his hand and said, "I won't comment on your theory, but if you want to know whether this thing can bring the Emperor back to life, I can tell you right now that it is impossible."

Alexei nodded slightly. No need to say more, she had already obtained relevant information about "The Last Bao" in Russell's mind:

This is just a Gestalt race of creatures that are close to nature and love peace. The Bao race has the magical property of being able to transform extreme planets with harsh environments into mild and habitable ones. In this regard, Bao is indeed a very precious treasure, but it is not that important.

At least, it was not important enough to allow the Human Empire to assemble a large fleet of the size of the Martyrs and Pilgrims.

"In the end, it's just our wishful thinking." Alexei sighed.

If she reflected on her prophetic dream, she would understand that the Emperor never said in person that the so-called "treasure that changed the fate of the empire" was the same as the Bao that made the orcs rise.

It has always been the radical inquisitors who adhered to their own ideas and extended their thinking on the prophetess's precognitive dreams, making countless desperate people believe them to be true, thereby gathering countless fanatical pilgrims, and even the Astartes regiments gathered under the banner of the martyrs.

The golden hope that supported them in fighting against the orcs and guided them across the sea of ​​stars was just a dream from the very beginning.

Or a joke, or... an inevitable lie.

"Although the Emperor cannot be resurrected, and the Bao in the hands of the orcs is not what he wants, but..."

Russell thought for a moment, then said, "Since the Emperor asked you to come here, I can probably guess what he wants."

Alexey opened his eyes wide and said, "You know? Please, please show me the way..."

Russell smiled helplessly: "The Emperor also asked you to say this."

Alexei lowered her head in embarrassment. She couldn't lie.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Russell shook his head.

Taking Bao away from Nurgle has already made him an enemy of his kind father. Now that the Emperor has taken the initiative to owe him a favor, he has no reason to refuse to be protected by the big boss.