Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

It was a green stream of light that shot out from the mouth of the Torture Mother. The prisoner imprisoned by the time loop was finally freed from his restraints, and he couldn't wait to escape.

This freed prisoner is none other than the fragment of the Star God that Gray Wind snatched from Trazin's museum earlier: [Endless One Ishtu]

The freed Ishtuo passed through the sky roaring with gunfire. His body in a pure energy state showed unstable quantum inertia. The fragments of the Star God streaked a green meteor over the Oregon star and plunged into the ether. The giant insect disintegrated. In the aftermath of the Scarlet Storm.

At this moment, time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

In space, in orbit, in the atmosphere, and under the ground, the endless swarms of insects all over every corner of the planet were silent, and the Tyranids' offensive movements were strangely stuck like damaged machines.

There were no more sharp hisses, no more piercing screams, and the Zerg swarm on the entire Oregon planet fell silent. If it weren't for the Iron Legion behind Mortarion who was still pouring out firepower, the still scarlet storm that looked like an oil painting would even give people the illusion that time had stopped.

This is the power of the Star God: Ishudo the Endless, or we can use another translation method that is easier to understand His power - 'Endless Swarm Ishuudra'.

The Silent King of the Necron declares that he is the most hated and disgusting existence among all the Star Gods, because this existence named "Endless Swarm" is not so much a Star God as a disease. species, an eternal disease born in the brains of all living things in the universe.

Any living creature has a strong life-bound connection with Ishuto the Endless, which means that as long as He wants, Ishuto has the ability to control all living creatures in the universe to become His slaves.

Of course, Isutra, which is just a fragment, cannot be so exaggerated, but even a little bit of power from a fragment is enough to interfere with the control of the Tyranid swarm by the Hive Mind.

The shadow of the Hive Mind roared in the sea of ​​souls, and he was completely angry.

The influence of the Star God Endless was reflected on the ground battlefield. Mortarion, who was leading the Iron Legion to fight in the insect swarm and trying to fight his way to the giant tree of flesh and blood, suddenly found that all the enemies in front of him were stuck in a PPT.

The Endless and the Great Devourer were fighting fiercely for control of the Zerg at a level invisible to the public. The external manifestation of this struggle was that the Tyranid warbeasts sometimes opened their bloody mouths and pounced on the human troops, and sometimes turned around and ran towards the fragments of the Star God flying low to the ground. Their movements were highly incoherent and jerky, and under their self-contradiction, the road leading to the giant tree of flesh and blood became a smooth path.

"The subspace rift in the center of the Galliel star cluster is expanding. The Star God fragments cannot contain the Zerg will for long. We must hurry." Russell's voice sounded in Mortarion's helmet. He knew that it was time.

Mortarion took a deep breath, raised his scythe high, and gave the order: "Start, rush march."

Under the command of the original body, the scarred Cerberus War Body Corps moved its steel feet and began to trek through the unknown insect tide. Large areas of Tyranid creatures stuck in the PPT died tragically at the feet of these steel giants and became the original body. A stepping stone to climb the giant tree of flesh and blood.

Mortarion's path was filled with piles of corpses. There were no roars in battle or cries of death. All that could be seen on this road were killing, killing, and killing. His powerful teammates controlled all the enemies. , all that is left to you is the boring and boring job of mowing the grass.

Walking through a literal sea of ​​blood and corpses, Mortarion arrived at the foot of the giant tree of flesh and blood.

The Star God is still flying blindly on the surface of the Oregon planet, and the Hive Mind is powerless and furious in the sea of ​​souls. But what is surprising is that for Gray Wind's behavior of using the Star God fragments to control the bugs and then kill them indiscriminately, the terror on the Brass Throne Abuse is actually angrier than the Hive Mind himself.

Mortarion knew why the Blood God was so angry.

"In addition to killing and blood, the creed of Khorne also has elements such as courage and glory. The Blood God appreciates upright macho men fighting against each other, but despises the heresy. This is where we slaughter the swarms of insects that have no power to fight back. Blaspheming the glory of the Blood God..."

He knew full well that he had incurred the wrath of Khorne, but...

"You can only be impotent and furious. If you have the guts, stop sitting on the throne and bark. Come and chop me up!" Mortarion climbed onto the palm of the Cyberlux war body and raised his middle finger to the vague illusion of the Warp in the sky: "If you are a man, come and chop me up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanic manipulated the Cybertron war body to squat slightly, holding the arrogant Primarch in the palm of his hand. Like a pitcher in ancient times throwing a baseball, the iron giant gathered all his strength and threw Mortarion out with force.

"This thing is not a means of transportation..." The mechanic in the cockpit sighed helplessly, watching Mortarion in Ogrin's heavy armor fly into the sky like a missile and land heavily on the crown of the giant flesh and blood tree.

The fruit of the infinite root is there.

The bloodthirsty demon Skarbrand is also there.

On the ground, as the Warp rift expanded, the Hive Mind finally suppressed Ishuto the Endless and took back control of the Tyranid creatures. The Zerg, which suffered heavy casualties but was still huge in number, rushed towards the giant tree of flesh and blood. The Cyberlux War Corps, which was surrounded, had lost the chance to evacuate. There were bugs everywhere, and the only thing they could do was to fire everywhere.

At the top of the tree canopy, Mortarion's heavy body wrapped in armor fell heavily in front of Skarbrand. The original body held a giant scythe in his hand, forcibly separating the bloodthirsty demon from the beating fruits of the Infinity Root.

Skarbrand's eyes burned with the wrath of the Blood God. He gripped his battle axe angrily and roared, "Listen, little god, your days of using evil ways to blaspheme the glory of warriors are over."

The bloodthirsty demon held an ax in both hands. The thick ax blade pointed at Mortarion and the flesh fruit behind Mortarion: "Give me that thing."

Mortarion sneered, facing the threat that might come from Khorne himself, he raised his scythe without showing any weakness:

"If you want it, you have to grab it yourself. Don't you understand the rules of a warrior?"

Chapter 411 The Pale King, Lord of Death

“One thought determines life and death, and you rule the world.

Blood was surging on Skarbrand's majestic body. At this moment, the bloodthirsty demon was carrying the will of the Blood God Khorne himself. The raging flames of war on countless shattered worlds in the galaxy gathered in the body of this most ferocious and evil demon, making the blood axe in his hand extremely heavy at this moment.

Skarbrand raised the heavy battle axe high and brought it down heavily. The blood-soaked battle axe moved slowly like a falling leaf, and swiftly like a tachyon flying faster than the speed of light, leaving no room for evasion. The mighty power of the Blood God was as mighty as billions of galaxies, smashing down on Mortarion's head and face.

At this moment, even the original body briefly felt an emotion called despair:

"It's so strong...a very strong blow. Skarbrand's blow is as if Khorne himself has descended here, attacking me with the mighty power of the supreme god..."

"How can I resist such an offensive and such power? How can I have the strength to resist?"

The Primarch was an unattainable demigod to ordinary people, but when faced with the wrath of the Chaos God, Mortarion, wearing heavy armor, seemed so small, like an ant with no qualifications to struggle...

"What the hell are you thinking, Mortarion? Where did your fighting spirit go?"

Russell's voice suddenly sounded from the helmet, and Mortarion's whole body trembled. The voice of the Star Slinger made him wake up from the unparalleled power of the Blood God. The original body subconsciously clenched his hands and touched the handle of the scythe.

"What are you afraid of? As a Primarch created by the Emperor, your power will never be inferior to that of a demon. You cannot be inferior to Skarbrand!"

Mortarion was slightly dazed and said softly: "However, my power is indeed not as good as it. Even with the blessing of the Heresy's Bane Armor, I still have no chance of winning against a big demon blessed by the God of Chaos himself..."

Russell sneered: "Leman Russ could stab the Warmaster Horus who was blessed by the four gods. Why, you, who are also brothers, have to retreat in front of a mere demon of Khorne? Do you think you Do you think he is weaker than Leman Russ?"

"No, that's not it!" Mortarion hastily retorted: "Russ, before he set out to assassinate Horus, he went through the Trial of the Wolf of Fenris and awakened part of the Warp essence buried deep in his body. That was his capital to fight against Horus, who was blessed by the god of death, and I..."

"Ruth can wake up, but you can't?" Russell's voice was calm.

Mortarion was speechless for a moment: "I..."

Russell sneered again: "I know what you are worried about. Your subspace essence has been devoured by your loving father when you were promoted to the demon prince of Nurgle. But what? I have killed your loving father. You The essence has returned, so why do you think you can't do what Leman Russ can do? How are you worse than him?"

It was a crude provocation, but it was very effective for Mortarion. He gritted his teeth and retorted, "That being said, the hardest thing in a person's life is to know and understand oneself. Even though Russ passed the difficult Trial of the Wolf of Fenris, he only awakened part of the essence of the Warp. For me, how can it be an easy task to master the essence of the Warp..."

"Idiot, since you can't control the essence of the subspace, then let the essence of the subspace control you." Russell said lightly.

"Ah, this..." Mortarion was stunned.

As the two talked, time in the outside world seemed to slow down. Seeing the Blood Axe carrying the power of the gods getting closer and closer to his head, Mortarion tightened his grip on the hilt of the Scythe of Death amid Russell's sarcasm.

"Huh..." Mortarion breathed a long sigh of relief, and the fear caused by facing the warp gods disappeared at this moment.

"That's right." Russell laughed and said, "What about the Blood God? Damn it! Cut him with a knife!"

With a snap of his fingers amidst Russell's laughter, Mortarion's dormant self awakened here. It was a six-winged angel of death, His tall body was wrapped in layers of pale bandages, revealing the breath of decay and death. The six wings behind him kept having dry feathers falling off, like a giant tree that was heading towards death and dropping leaves one after another.

The Pale King, Lord of Death.

Mortarion tightly grasped the sickle in his hand and slashed at Skarbrand's sharp blood axe, shouting:

"I am the Primarch!"

The slowed-down time also returned to normal at this moment. The heavy blood ax collided with the sickle in the hand of the original body, and an earth-shaking loud noise broke out. This was the wrestling between the Lord of Death and the God of Blood, unparalleled power. A ferocious subspace crack suddenly opened at the intersection of the two weapons!

Skarbrand roared angrily, and under the huge force, the blood axe slashed again. The blessing of the blood god made this bloodthirsty demon tireless. Its counterattack had no negative tendencies. This time the attack would only be more powerful and stronger than the last time! More fucking terrifying!

Mortarion was not afraid at all. The primarch picked up the scythe. In the name of the Lord of Death, he was determined to harvest the life of Khorne's chief demon.

In the midst of clangs, there was another round of collision between iron and fire. The Primarch and the demon fought to the death on the top of the giant tree of flesh and blood. This was a proxy war between the Blood God and the Star-Bombarder, and it was also an important node that determined the future situation. Endless swarms of insects were still churning in the ocean of flesh and blood. The huge shock wave was centered on the giant tree of flesh and blood, shaking the entire planet. The two supreme beings fought to the edge of the universe, and the laws of physics were wiped out!

"I am the original body! I shall kill all enemies of mankind in the world!"

"So what about the original body? The stars will eventually burn in the flames of war, and the endless world will be trampled under my feet!"

Fighting physically and verbally, the battle between Skarbrand and Mortarion became more and more intense. Under the increasingly fierce shock and impact, even the giant tree of flesh and blood under their feet could not suppress the trembling. The power of the two agents of the gods is so ferocious that their movements feel like the universe was first opened and the original power is surging.

As the two fought fiercely, the war between the insect swarm and humans continued. Surrounded by an endless sea of ​​insects, a magnificent insect nest tyrant with eight arms quietly climbed up the violently trembling flesh and blood giant tree, came to the top of the villa, and quietly crawled towards the bright red fruit beating like a heart in the aftermath of the battle...

"Ok?"

"court death!"

Mortarion and Skarbrand turned their heads at the same time, a pair of demon eyes burning with rage, a pair of transparent eyes flowing with tears of sorrow of death, staring at the Hive Tyrant who had sneaked up on them at some point.

The next moment, the blood axe and the giant sickle slashed towards the Hive Tyrant at the same time.

Chapter 412 Waste Code Virus

No matter how powerful the Hive Tyrant is, it can't stand up to the joint attack of Mortarion and the Bloodthirsty Demon. Even if the Hive Mind personally performs micro-control, this special eight-armed tyrant is still instantly defeated. Two arms were missing, and light green bodily fluids dripped from the cross-section of the broken arms.

The Hive Mind realized that it would never be possible for it to transcend the original body and the Blood God to obtain the fruits of the Infinite Root.

Now that the root of infinity has been activated, the entire Oregon star has been completely transformed into a bloated mass of sarcoma, with countless tentacles of flesh and blood stretching out from the ground, teeth and claws.

With the bright red fruit in the center of the tree crown as the center, Mortarion, Skarbrand, and the Hive Tyrant stood scattered, presenting a strange tripartite posture. No one dared to snatch the fruit first, and none of them wanted to become The snipe and the clam benefit the fisherman.

Under the tree canopy, wave after wave of insect swarms raged fiercely, attacking the Cybertron Warframe Iron Legion guarding the trees. The ocean of plasma and molten heat decomposed the flesh and blood. The firepower of the steel behemoths driven by human mechanics was fierce enough, but in this battlefield paved with flesh and blood, the Great Devourer's supply of logistical materials was endless.

"My biomass is endless, but your energy is being consumed every moment!"

The Great Devourer is full of confidence, and it has time and resources to waste on humans.

When the three agents of the real universe are in a stalemate where no one dares to move, in the sea of ​​souls, three different extraordinary wills are also coveting each other.

In order to send Skarbrand to the surface of the planet Oregon, Khorne lost 8 demon legions, but Russell was not satisfied after devouring these legions. He also wanted to further tear apart the terracotta earth of Khorne's demonic realm. If it weren't for the insects, Nest Will was still watching silently, worried that the Great Devourer would take away the Root of Infinity while he was unable to take action, so he had already pounced on the Blood God like a hungry tiger.

In the two-level battlefield of reality and illusion, the stalemate continues.

What broke this deadlock was the turbulent flow of ether in the sea of ​​souls.

Such turbulence is very common in the storm-ravaged warp, but this time is different. This time, the tiny ocean current flowing between the three supreme beings carries a few small fish.

"Huh? A ship of the Human Empire?"

Russell noticed the double-headed eagle emblems on these lost ships: "All stable subspace routes have long been cut off by the dying wail of the loving father. These are not ships that normally sail in subspace. They should have encountered In some emergency situation, we had no choice but to start the engine at the critical moment and make an emergency subspace jump, plunge into the sea of ​​souls, and drift with the tide..."

Then he drifted here by 'coincidence', drifting under the gaze of the Star Bomber, the Blood God, and the Hive Mind.

Russell acted domineeringly. He expanded the hole to suck out the seawater, adjusted the ocean currents, and guided the straying ships in his direction. The Blood God was furious, but he could only rage with impotence. The Great Devourer remained silent and made no move.

After getting closer, Russell finally recognized the specific ownership of these ships:

"The emblem of the Iron Hand, this is Medusa's mechanized battleship, but..." Russell squinted slightly, and he noticed something was wrong.

There are 4 Iron Hand battleships that have drifted here from Taixu:

1 Emperor-class battleship

2 'Moon' class cruisers

1 'Sword' class frigate

But Russell's psychic vision only saw a few human psychic reactions in the largest Emperor-class battleship. There was not even a living creature in the remaining three ships.

Moreover, the life response in the Emperor-class battleship continued to decrease, and with another shot from the ship's defensive artillery, an Iron Hands Space Marine fell in a pool of blood - to be precise, it was not blood, but the coolant flowing in his prosthetic pipes, which spilled bright red all over the ground.