Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"I am the ancient and glorious king of the Oruska dynasty, Hakmefit. In my own name, I sentence the human race to death."

"Your greed has offended the true master of this galaxy, and your arrogance has brought destruction to yourself. Some of you lucky ones may be lucky enough to survive in pain and fear, but only with my permission."

"I will start from the existence called Nirvana and bring about your fate of destruction. This is not because of my cruelty, but because of my kindness."

Then, the undead figures projected on the atmospheres of the planets disappeared, and were replaced by a bright orange-yellow star projected on the atmospheres of the human colonized planets. Many people who had been to Nirvana for business or tourism quickly recognized the identity of this star. It was the center of the Nirvana star system.

In a star system, most of the matter belongs to the star at its gravitational center, so when a Necromancer mentions Nirvana, unless otherwise specified, he should be talking about the star in Nirvana.

In the projection, the star spectrum of Nirvana changed rapidly. Its volume became smaller and smaller as its own fusion burned. The spectrum it emitted changed from orange to white and then to blue, until the fusion limit was triggered. The star came to the end of its life in a silent collapse, and the supernova explosion began.

A violent gamma-ray burst engulfed the forge world Musbell in the Nirvana galaxy, and also engulfed the capital of this star region: the hive planet Nifol. After a brief and brilliant explosion, Nirvana did not turn into a black hole, but became a huge, fluffy, and low-temperature red giant star - about times the size of the original Nirvana star.

The projection playback stopped here, and the voice of the French Emperor Hakmefit rang again:

"The star named Nirvana is in its prime. This is what it will look like when it dies in about 68 billion years. The fiery giant star is its swollen corpse left behind, sad and full of old age."

"The process of death is painful and sad, so I, out of compassion, will selflessly help Nirvana skip that magnificent and beautiful supernova explosion, allowing its life to directly overlap with its distant death 68 billion years later."

"Praise be to me for coming!"

As Hackmefit finished his words, in the uninhabited deep space outside the Nirvana galaxy, the time sorcerer of the Oruska Dynasty had already adjusted the time scale of the "clockworker" to 68 billion years later, which was the time when the star in Nirvana would die.

A huge, decaying and declining star was reflected in the cold and deep eyes of the Time Warlock. That was Nirvana's appearance after death, which gradually overlapped with its current bright and vigorous appearance.

Following the order from the Pope, the time sorcerer activated the calibrated timepiece. 68 billion years of time were directly deleted because of its will. Nirvana skipped its bright prime and decayed old age, and even the last magnificent supernova explosion was skipped. The lifeless, low-temperature red giant appeared in the starry sky, and its fluffy and soft corpse wrapped the planets in it, dissolving them into one.

This is the war aesthetics of the Oruska dynasty. They are not as violent as the Sotec dynasty, nor as cruel as the supporters of the Void Dragon. In the eyes of French Emperor Hakmefit, war should be as precise as a scalpel. It's fast, yet as beautiful and elegant as a poem.

With the fleeting birth and death of 68 billion years, Hakmefit paid the highest respect to mankind who followed the footsteps of the ancient saints.

"Only the most thorough destruction is the highest level of respect." Looking at Nirvana being swallowed by the Death Star, the Time Warlock muttered to himself.

No one answered it, which was natural, for it was the only Necron in the clock.

"I agree with your point of view, but I don't respect you." A voice sounded without warning from above the time warlock's head, and then, the spirit bone blade jumping with psychic arcs pierced its hard chest made of living metal.

A dozen sarcastic banshees wearing invisible spirit bone combat uniforms appeared inside the timepiece at some point in time. They marched in unison and gathered around a human.

A human youth wearing a white research suit and with crystals in his eyes as bright as stars walked forward under the protection of the Eldar Banshee squad and watched with interest as a mixture of electrolyte and coolant flowed out of the Time Warlock's pierced chest.

He said: "Because I don't respect you, I will not give you the death you deserve. Your body will become the future research material of our department. To be honest, you are the second time warlock we captured, but my I don’t have enough authority, and I’m not qualified to study the last time warlock named Ourikan.”

"Thanks for your timely help, I really like you." The young scholar smiled sincerely, revealing two rows of white teeth. The bite relationship of each tooth has been carefully adjusted to fit perfectly.

The Time Warlock's throat flickered slightly, and it wanted to say something, but its sound simulation organ was damaged.

Outside the timepiece, hundreds of light missile destroyers belonging to the Federation Navy had just shut down the psychic cloaking fields covering their bodies. The giant star of death had disappeared at some point, and the star of Nirvana was as bright and vigorous as ever.

"I'm very curious, who gave you the courage to use time weapons against humans?" the young scholar asked with a smile.

His tone was understatement, as if the lost 68 billion years were just a squint during a nap.

Chapter 375 Northern Expedition

After capturing the Time Warlock and seizing the School Time Instrument, the Order of Truth originally wanted to capture Hakmefi alive as well, but the Emperor, who could not bear the humiliation, finally chose to commit suicide directly when the engine of the Doomsday Mothership was paralyzed. Then resurrected on the crown world of Thanatos.

After Hackmefit committed suicide and escaped, the wormhole that was dragged to the periphery of Nirvana lost control and became unstable, unable to support any ship to pass through.

After the war, the Order of Truth began to reflect on its inappropriate response to the undead attack.

"Since the Arkworld of Fodlan was destroyed, this is the first time that our homeland in the Far Eastern Star Region has been directly attacked by aliens. It is obvious that the long period of comfort has worn away our vigilance. The sudden attack of the Oruska Dynasty It caught us off guard.”

"If it weren't for the arrogance of the opponent's emperor, who announced the attack in advance and gave a speech, giving us time to counterattack, we might have lost Nirvana forever..."

"We need to know our shame!"

"This is a humiliating victory! It's a shame!"

"We cannot place our own safety on the enemy's arrogance! We must deeply reflect on our internal shortcomings..."

Today's internal meeting of the Order of Truth was dominated by a group of reflection monsters.

Correspondingly, the Necrons are also reflecting.

Hackmefit, who fled back to the crown world of Thanatos in embarrassment, clearly realized through this fiasco that the power of his own dynasty was simply not enough to deal with the already degenerated human federation, and even the ancient artifact Time Calibration Instrument was unable to deal with it. lost.

It can no longer tolerate humanity's continued presence in this galaxy, and it needs help from other Necron dynasties. The Necrons can no longer remain so scattered. In order to deal with the threat to mankind, they must unite!

In this way, King Hakmefit of the Oruska Dynasty set out in person and began the great cause of contacting other Necron dynasties.

There are great ideological differences among the current Necrons, which are mainly divided into the following categories:

1. Radicals who are eager to regain the supremacy of the Necrons in the galaxy and are keen to wage war against the Human Empire, Eldar, Orks and other forces to compete for the star field. The representatives of this faction are powerful and warlike. Sotec Dynasty

2. Conservatives who are indifferent to things other than their own work, only follow traditions, perform ancient duties, and turn a deaf ear to the outside world. Representatives of this faction are the Azai Dynasty and the Oruska Dynasty, which have been guarding the brilliant star map for thousands of years.

3. The Rebirth sect who longs to regain the flesh and blood of the Necrontyr period and regain the soul of living things...

4. Clay artists who believe in virtual gods and obtain souls through special methods...

...But just as the Necrons today can no longer be considered Necrontyrs, can free men who are reborn on the basis of Necrons really still be considered Necrons? Or is it a new creature derived from the Necron?

Even the King of France, Hackmefit, could not say for sure on this point.

But what is certain is that in the context of the rise of mankind, the differences within the Necrons will be bridged, and strong external pressure will force various Necron factions with opposing ideas to put aside their prejudices and unite to fight against unprecedented threats to humanity. .

Millions of undead souls must unite! Only by combining the power of all undead souls together can we effectively fight against the deep darkness that is spreading from the Far Eastern frontier and is about to engulf the Milky Way...

Before they knew it, the shadow of the Star-Ballist had enveloped the galaxy.

And he himself had no idea about it.

While Hakmefit was traveling among the major Necronomicon dynasties as the Supreme King of France, using the Brilliant Star Map as a bargaining chip to unify the forces of all parties, the situation of the human empire was deteriorating.

As time goes by, the number of greenskins gathering around the Solar Star Region is increasing, and they are becoming more and more fierce and stronger. A powerful force field covers the starry sky, and even the light of the Star Torch is dyed with a somewhat violent green.

We can't wait any longer, Terra is in danger.

In the Greater Ultramar star field, Robouti Guilliman, who had not yet recovered from the blasphemous battle with Maurius Gosar, personally led the huge expedition fleet that had hastily assembled in the orbit of Connor and set off towards the north of the Ultramar star field, which was the direction of the Astronomican.

The flag of the Primarch was flying on the ram of the battleship. The naval fleet from Ultramar crossed the Storm Star Region and, led by the Valkyrie flagship, plunged into the Despair Starry Sky that had long been dyed green by the power of the Orcs.

In the name of the returned Primarch, the Northern Expedition began.

Since the beginning of the Terra Expedition, several expedition fleets have arrived at the outskirts of the Sun Star Territory, trying to cross the raging green tide and enter Terra. However, without exception, these expedition fleets have been dragged into the war by the ubiquitous green-skinned orcs. There is no news about the quagmire. It may still be fighting, or it may have died.

The expedition fleet that crossed half of the galaxy was dusty. On the way to the human home planet, they passed through several times, leaving behind one L-star gate after another in human colonies, which was the spark of hope.

In the Age of Storms after Nurgle's death, it was these star gates that connected the galaxy. The network of star gates that communicated what was needed prevented mankind from falling into the long night again. Today, about 1/8 of the important galaxies have access to stars. Gate Network, the Terran Crusade has not yet reached its end, but they have done enough.

But no matter how the fire of hope spreads across the galaxy, it is all meaningless as long as the Stargate has not been built on Terra and the torch of light is not held in the hands of the Emperor.

The Terran Expedition stopped in the Sun Star Territory, and the greenskins gathered here became the biological barrier separating Terra and the Milky Way. As long as the greenskin blockade is not broken for one day, this expedition to convey hope cannot be truly completed.

Guilliman knew this very well, and for this reason he did not hesitate to personally lead his team to leave Ultramar, exposing his hometown to the threat of the Zerg, and letting the ambitious star bombers assist the remaining defenders of Ultramar in their expansion. Defense... This was undoubtedly seeking the skin of a tiger, but Guilliman had no choice.

Guilliman forced himself to put aside his worries and not to think about Ultramar. He concentrated on the cause in front of him. For the success of the Northern Expedition, he must do whatever it took.

The strategic significance of the L-Star Gate is most vividly reflected in the process of conducting such large-scale long-term operations. The army of the original body used the Star Gate as a springboard to quickly pass through the Storm Star Territory and directly reach the portal into the Solar Star Territory:

Ophelia galaxy.

From here, Guilliman would fight his way to Terra.

Chapter 376 Beta Garmon Star Territory

Chapter 376 Beta-Garmon Star Region

The Northern Expedition fleet was like a sharp sword, starting from the Ophelia system on the northern edge of the Storm Star Region, splitting the orcs' armored cluster and heading straight into the Solar Star Region that was submerged by the green frenzy.

The warriors wearing red helmets shouted the name of the Primarch, and in the name of Robouti Guilliman, they kept wielding their swords and hammers, fighting desperately with the orcs blocking their way. These Astartes from the Ultramarines gene lineage have a very distinctive fighting style. Their fighting is rough and wild, but they have strict discipline and unity. Under the command of the Primarch, they can control it at will.

As the Northern Expedition progressed, the image of the Ultramarines as a military unit was also quietly changing.

The mortal auxiliaries who cooperated with the Ultramarines often witnessed the Ultramarines in a state of rage smashing into the enemy camp like a sledgehammer, and the destructive firepower defeated the Ork lines in one fell swoop. The burly warriors shouted slogans such as "For the Primarch" and scrambled to chop off the alien skulls as a blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor.

The Ultramarines' fighting style seems to have undergone some subtle changes since Roboute Guilliman ascended to the throne of the Lord of War. They are always obsessed with beheading the leaders of various orc tribes, believing that the stronger the enemy is, the more necessary it is to be sacrificed to the God-Emperor. They also like to pile up the skulls of the aliens slaughtered in the war, and evaluate the success of a war by the size and height of the skull mountain.

Ultramarines are also particularly keen on hanging the skulls of powerful opponents they have killed around their waists and shoulder armor as decorations, using this method to demonstrate their strength and loyalty to the Emperor and the Primarch. The "achievements" that an Ultramarines are most proud of will be worn on the iron halo behind the power backpack.

Some Ultramarines will refuse to allow the Tech-Priests to repair the cracks in their armour after a fierce battle, as they believe it is a mark of honor that cannot be erased.

Some technical priests believe that the large number of skulls and blood decorations on their bodies will affect the mobility of the warriors to a certain extent, becoming a burden that affects normal combat.

This is true in theory, but in actual combat, these skull ornaments and certificates of "glory" that are considered cumbersome not only do not affect the normal actions of the Ultramarines, but make them fight more bravely. For some special reasons, the evil spells chanted by some green-skinned shamans cannot have any effect on the blood-filled Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines believed that their persistent skull sacrifices to the Throne had finally received a response from the Emperor, and so they carried out bloody skull sacrifices on the battlefield even more unscrupulously.

Driven by fanatical fighting spirit, the Primarch's fleet advanced triumphantly and continued to fight in the Solar Star Region.

Finally, seven years after Guilliman's Northern Expedition, the Ultramarines' fleet arrived at the core of the Solar Segmentum and came to the gateway to Terra: the Beta-Garmon Segmentum.

The historic [Beta-Garmon] star field is the first star field that human ancestors colonized after flying out of the solar system. It is also an important gateway in and out of the solar system and is the core area of ​​the core area of ​​the human empire.

This ancient star field rich in resources has long provided support for humanity's throne world, and its importance is self-evident.

Terra has heavily guarded this area, and more than one Titan Legion is deployed in the Beta-Garmon star field. The Imperial Navy stationed there can directly receive logistical support from Mars.

During the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago, Rogal Dorn, the Grand Admiral of the Terran Guard, had deployed heavy troops in the Beta-Garmon star field, hoping to consume the rebels' strength through a brutal Titan battle, delay time, and wait for the support of the Ultramarines. However, his plan was seen through by Horus, and the rebels under the command of the Warmaster wiped out several loyal Titan legions in the Beta-Garmon star field in one go, with an unstoppable force.

The loyalists suffered heavy losses, while the rebels advanced straight into the solar system, dragging Terra into the abyss of destruction.

Guilliman had been prepared to witness the tragedy of ten thousand years ago repeating itself, but unexpectedly, when his Northern Expedition Fleet arrived at the Beta-Garmon star field, it had not fallen yet, and the broken Imperial Navy was still struggling to hold on to the gateway to the solar system.

Along the way, he had seen many Imperial star systems ravaged by the Orks and colonies that had already fallen. At this moment, he finally saw the Imperial army still holding on, and Guilliman was overjoyed. The Primarch immediately led the team to rescue the defenders of Beta-Garmon, so as to quickly convey the news that the reinforcements had arrived to Terra.

When the Astra Militarum, who were fighting a desperate battle with the green-skinned orcs, looked up and saw a string of airdrop pods streaking through the atmosphere like a brilliant fire meteor, from which a group of burly warriors wearing scarred armor, blood-red helmets, and strange skull ornaments walked out, shouting "Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor! Skulls for the Golden Throne!" and rushed to the battlefield, the morale of the Astra Militarum collapsed.

An Inquisitor who was supervising the battle part-time on the front line felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and quickly shouted to the rear through the communication channel:

"Enemy attack! The Khorne army attacks the Beta-Garmon star region! The claws of Chaos have extended into the Solar Star Region!!"

Then she noticed the particularly burly figure standing among a group of Blood Helm warriors. It was Guilliman, wearing the Helmet of Domination that was no longer wrapped in thorns. He descended upon the battlefield in person as the Lord of War, with the Sword of the Emperor in his hand surrounded by flames, unstoppable.

The Inquisitor was horrified: "It's Khorne's Ascended Primarch!! This is no ordinary Chaos invasion! Go to Saturn and invite the Grey Knights!"

In space, the war fleet led by the Valkyrie and the Queen of Glory engaged in a fierce battle with the green-skinned garbage ships that were raging in orbit.

On the ground battlefield, the Ultramarines chanted the names of the Emperor and the Primarch and charged forward covered in blood. They were so eager to make achievements that they even used their own legs to leave their fellow armored units behind. Plasma and molten steel resounded, bombs and chainsaws rang out, and Guilliman’s leading by example made the Ultramarines more courageous than ever before!

As brave as the Ultramarines were, as desperate were the Beta-Garmon ground defenders at that moment.

Seeing the Khorne Army sweeping away the greenskins on the ground with overwhelming force, with broken limbs flying everywhere, blood flowing like rivers, and skulls piled up like hills, the leader, Robert Guilliman, slung the Emperor's sword around his waist, came to the female Inquisitor who was already paralyzed on the ground, and said kindly: "Madam, can you help me contact your superiors? I must rush to Terra immediately to confirm the safety of the Golden Throne."