Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Chapter 415: Reconciliation Agreement

According to Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, the following 7 artifacts need to be collected to resurrect Father Nurgle:

The Poison Saint's Throat, the Infinite Root, and the Plasma Core] are a trinity that forges the Father's immortal body.

The Ever-Spinning Top provides an inexhaustible source of motivation for the loving father.

The Last Bao] Give the loving father everlasting life

Jawo rash sample] The virus from the outside world will bring a new disease to the loving father

Plague Crucible: Boil disease and decay, rebuild the foundation of the God of Plague

With the fall of the Iron Hands' home planet, the Poison Saint's body was taken away by the Iron Warriors, the Poison Saint's Throat was already in place, and the Lord of Change's plan to resurrect the God of Plague officially took the first step.

The Plague Apostle and the great demon of Tzeentch, 'Yask the Drowned', obeyed the command of the original body. Perturabo led the mighty Iron Warriors army out of the portal and came to the sky above the Oregon star.

This Emperor-class battleship that once belonged to the Iron Hands had been completely infected by the waste virus spread by Perturabo. The Iron Warriors who broke into the engine room felt as at home as if they had returned.

Drop pods engraved with the glorious emblem of the Iron Hands Chapter were pushed out of the cabin, but the ones who were riding these drop pods for orbital parachuting were fully armed Iron Warriors.

Perturabo himself was not in a hurry to set off immediately, but made his own preparations without communicating with others.

Yask, the Drowned Demon of Tzeentch, rushed to the side of the original body and reminded: "Don't take it lightly, Perturabo, I noticed that there are still 'rats' running around in the ship."

Perturabo paid no attention to the reminder from the Great Demon of Tzeentch. He was busy with his own affairs and said, "That's something you need to be careful about. Listen, birdman, I have never been a lackey of the Lord of Change, I am not a servant of any Chaos God, I am the Primarch of the 4th Legion, Perturabo."

"If Perturabo makes an agreement with the Lord of Changes to help him obtain the artifact, then he will help the Lord of Changes obtain the artifact, but don't expect me to give you something beyond the agreement like a discounted supermarket. I am not a businessman, and you are not God. You are just a group of poor people huddled behind the curtain of subspace, trembling with fear from the star bombers."

Perturabo turned around, his sturdy body wrapped in heavy armor, and his scarlet eyes stared at the drowned Ask. "Go and clean up the rats on this ship. That's what you should do, birdman."

After speaking, Perturabo and his Primarch Guards stepped out of the engine room, preparing to go to the surface of the planet Oregon.

The Iron Warrior Space Marines who stayed in the warehouse felt mixed emotions as they watched the Primarch's departing back and the 'Iron Guards' surrounding the Gene-Father.

Perturabo's Primarch Guard is an everlasting pain to the Iron Warriors, a shame they will remember for the rest of their lives.

Perturabo did not trust his own children. He believed that the Iron Warriors were too weak as Space Marines. Therefore, he did not select elite veterans from the Legion to form his own Primarch Guard like other Primarchs. Instead, he used the forbidden darkness. Technology has created a batch of powerful automatic combat robots to protect themselves.

Perturabo is more willing to believe in data and steel than in his weak offspring.

The distrust of the Gene Father makes the Iron Warriors miserable. They always want to prove to the original body that they are not weak. This pain and desire has continued from the Great Crusade 10,000 years ago to the present, and the mentality of the Iron Warriors has long been distorted.

The soldiers of the 4th Legion often fight without fear of death, and even show extreme self-destructive tendencies. They are eager to prove their strength to their father in any way.

"Father, we are not weak!" An Iron Warrior who stayed in the engine room shouted excitedly at the Primarch's departing back.

Perturabo heard his sobbing cry, but he did not stop for even a second.

Surrounded by the Iron Guards, Perturabo left the engine room, boarded the drop bay, and carried out an orbital airdrop to the Oregon planet, which was surging with waves of flesh and blood.

"The human federation fleet escaped very quickly, but their evacuation was very hasty. There are still a large number of ground troops and Titan Corps left on Oregon." Perturabo closed his eyes, and the bright red waste code virus flowed on the armor on his left arm:

"Send them to the Emperor."

As the Primarch finished speaking, the Waste Code Virus that had sparked the Iron Man Rebellion began to spread across the planet.

At the same time, the biological mothership Mother of Torment, which had been hurriedly evacuated, returned to Falla through the Tuchucha engine and docked in the orbit of a star wrapped by a biological Dyson sphere.

Gray Wind returns to Falla.

Unlike Russell, who is self-centered, Gray Wind manages her subordinates in a more meticulous manner. While explaining the mutation of the waste code virus and the reason for her hasty evacuation to the resentful soldiers, she also called out the sub-process and moved it to the place where it had been docked. The main body of the Gray Gu mothership in the orbit of Falla planet arrived next to the Tortured Mother.

In the tense atmosphere, Gray Wind sent a notice to the higher-ups of the Council of Truth: "Implement the purge protocol and force all Internet-connected devices to open VZ-level firewalls. The time has come to test your research results."

As soon as these words came out, the senior scholars of the Truth Religion were immediately shocked.

Because the purpose of the VZ-level firewall mentioned by Hui Feng is not to defend against code-breaking viruses or AI rebellions, the targets it targets are more extreme and dangerous.

The Order of Truth has continued to invest resources for hundreds of years. After mastering the gift of the Worm of Time, it has activated time acceleration many times and asked for more computing time from the universe. Their efforts are all to prevent an incident. A terrifying possibility.

Be prepared for the possible loss of control of the 'Reformation Agreement'.

"The waste code virus has evolved to the point where it can infect our system. The scholars of the Order of Truth may be able to write a purification protocol against the new waste code virus, but Chaos will not give us this time, and the Worm of Time will only Devouring a piece of the Star God fragment belonging to the Time Star God Zahurash, the impact on this universe is very difficult and very limited, and we cannot accept bottomless demands."

Grey Wind took a deep breath like Russell did, stood on the bow of the biological mothership, the Tortured Mother, and looked at herself heading towards them.

In the cabin of the gray goo mothership, the computing host named 'Sure Core' is ready to move.

The danger of the Rectification Protocol is far greater than any form of waste code virus or chaos pollution, but for the current Order of Truth, the situation is the opposite. They have spent hundreds of years creating a firewall specifically for the Rectification Protocol, but they lack the ability to protect against new types of waste code viruses.

and so……

"I can't hit you because I can't hit the useless code?"

Gray Wind's sub-process returned to its original form, and the Gray Goo mothership started its jump engine and returned to the Oregon galaxy, which had been torn apart by the insect tide and chaos.

The Iron Warriors' war fleet slowly sailed out of the warp rift in the center of the Gallil star cluster. The Plague Apostles who believed in Nurgle and the Iron Warriors who were eager to prove themselves to their fathers fought fiercely with the Iron Legion of the Human Federation on the land of flesh and blood. Perturabo, wearing heavy armor, came to the top of the three-legged flesh and blood tree canopy...

This is the 40st year of the 61th millennium.

The Final Natural Disaster·Supreme Agreement was voluntarily released.

Chapter 416 It’s too late, organism

On the deformed land where flesh and blood were surging, countless tree roots and tentacles were flying around randomly, and scarlet insect tides came one after another. Only the marching area where the Iron Warriors passed was slightly calmer. Whenever the heavy armored vehicles of the 4th Legion traveled a distance, the infinite roots wherever they went would collapse, and the flesh and blood tentacles would collapse powerlessly on the ground. It was so quiet that it was even a little dead.

The Iron Warriors' armored vehicle contained nothing else but the relic they had looted from Medusa: the Throat of the Poison Saint.

Perturabo is using the poisonous radiation from the Poison Saint's Maw to inactivate the 'Infinity Root'.

The Lord of Change's strategy is extremely sophisticated. The seven artifacts needed to resurrect Nurgle have a clear order of priority. The reason why the Plague Apostle would be the first to go to the Iron Hands' home planet to fight to the death is precisely because of this scene.

Only the poisonous radiation of the Poison Saint can inhibit the disorderly expansion of the Infinite Root. This is one of the few methods that can suppress the relic and the Infinite Root. Therefore, obtaining the Poison Saint's Throat has become a prerequisite for obtaining the Infinite Root. .

Not only the Root of Infinity, wherever the Poisonous Sanctuary passed, on the surface of the planet and in the atmosphere, swarms of Tyranids with no end in sight quickly died in batches. The armored vehicles only traveled a few kilometers, and insect corpses were everywhere.

The Poison Saint's poison is so terrifying that even the Great Devourer can't resist it.

Of course, the Iron Warriors are also invincible.

The heavy armored vehicle they used to carry the Poison Saint's body was entirely made of adamantine, which is the most powerful material that humans can come up with. However, even an adamantine armored vehicle cannot withstand the Poison Saint's radiation for a long time and is exposed to toxic radiation. The engine ages rapidly and breaks down every dozens of kilometers, requiring repairs by the Iron Warriors before it can move forward again.

The Iron Warriors' own bodies and armor were also deteriorating under the poisoning of the Poison Saint's radiation. No creature could stay around the armored vehicle carrying the Poison Saint's corpse for a long time, so the Iron Warriors could only take turns to escort it.

The cost of using the poisonous saint's corpse is huge, but the benefits are also unparalleled. With the poisonous saint opening the way, the Iron Warriors are invincible on the ground battlefield in Oregon. No opponent can stop the 4th Legion's iron hoof.

The only thing that could pose a slight obstacle to the Iron Warriors' advance was the Cybertron Iron Legion left behind by the Human Federation on Oregon. These giant robots were built based on the Pioneer technology, and their bodies equipped with Zero Element Armor were extremely resistant to the Poison Saint's radiation.

But even the Iron Giant of the Cyberox War Body Corps could not resist the infection of the waste code virus.

Perturabo looked coldly at the blue energy flashing on the bodies of the Cyberlux warriors turning into contaminated scarlet, and smiled contemptuously.

The Lord of Change's calculations are extremely sophisticated. The God of Trickery personally made the plans. Tzeentch made perfect plans for this operation.

The Poison Saint's Throat can inactivate the roots of infinity and is also a weapon against the Tyranid swarm. The evolved waste code virus is specifically designed to target all automated machinery. Perturabo reached an agreement with Vashtor, the Lord of the Soul Forge. After signing the agreement, this secondary god in the field of science and technology optimized the underlying structure of the Waste Code Virus. Tzeentch, who had already sat on the Eternal Throne, also contributed a lot of profound data and knowledge to the optimization of the Waste Code Virus.

The virus containing the wisdom of the gods is invincible in the mechanical field, and the poisonous saint is in hand to target flesh and blood organisms. This operation is foolproof.

Perturabo came to the canopy of the giant flesh-and-blood tree and saw the tripartite Skarbrand, Mortarion, and the Hive Tyrant.

When the brothers met, there was no greeting or greeting. Perturabo disdained to communicate with Mortarion, who had surrendered to the Star Bomber, and Mortarion did the same.

Perturabo came to the side of the bloodthirsty demon Skarbrand. During this operation, the Blood God and the Lord of Change formed a brief wartime alliance, and a series of huge Domi Tower-class autobots landed around Perturabo, his Primarch Guards.

The forbidden technology from the Dark Ages gives these automatic combat robots powerful combat capabilities, even compared with the 'extinction machine' mastered by the Dark Angels.

The Domita fighter soldiers formed a battle formation and surrounded the Hive Tyrant, which was severely scarred by Skarbrand and Mortarion. At the same time, Perturabo swung his warhammer and fought with Skarbrand. Together they walked towards Mortarion, who was holding a giant scythe.

A bright red fruit beat like a heart between them, almost ripe.

"Come on, my brother, let me see how much bones you have eaten since becoming a lackey of the Star-Bomber!" Perturabo roared loudly, and the heavy hammer wrapped in electric arcs smashed into the 'Heresy' type power armor on Mortarion's body. The bloodthirsty demon also roared, wielding the blood axe to attack the new Lord of Death.

After awakening to the essence of the warp, Mortarion's combat power increased greatly, but it was difficult to face the siege of a big demon and another primarch. Perturabo and Skarbrand's cooperation was not tacit, but Their arrogant violence still suppressed Mortarion, the Pale King's wings withered, and the dispute provoked by the Infinite Root has begun to bear fruit.

On the other side, as the Iron Warriors on the ground advanced, a large number of Tyranids were poisoned and killed, and the fragments of the Star God of the Infinite Ishuto were still wandering around, and the control of the Hive Mind over the swarm was becoming weaker and weaker.

Artillery fire roared, and the already wounded Eight-Armed Hive Tyrant was killed by concentrated fire while Perturabo's Iron Guards were dropping frames.

The freed Domitar Guards turned around and, while Mortarion was being suppressed by Perturabo and Skarbrand, went to pick the fruits of the Root of Infinity that were about to ripen.

"Did you see it? This is my victory!" Perturabo smashed the warhammer down with great force. Mortarion, who was blocked by Skarbrand, was unable to dodge, and his armor was smashed deeply by the strange force. crack.

"I made an agreement with the Lord of the Soul Forge and the Lord of Changes, and won this victory! And what about you? What did you get when you surrendered to the Star Bomber? Ogryn's armor?" Perturabo's tone Sharp: "Answer me, my brother! How long are you going to run away?!"

Mortarion said nothing as he swung his scythe, taking advantage of the moment when Skarbrand's momentum had not yet recovered to strike Perturabo's left arm with the deadly blade.

"Ha..." Perturabo snorted contemptuously. He did not dodge, but took the initiative to lift the grenade launcher installed on his left arm armor.

Within seven steps, the gun was damn accurate and fast, not to mention it was Perturabo's gun!

Perturabo gave the firing command to the armor's built-in system, and the next moment the grenade exploded on Mortarion's blade, and he could see the disgraced face of the other party.

However, after the order was issued, Perturabo's left arm showed no reaction. The high-explosive grenade quietly stayed in his left arm armor and slept. The expected explosion did not come, and Mortarion's scythe was swiftly swung down. , cutting off Perturabo's left arm with a clean cut.

thump—

The armored left hand fell heavily to the ground, and before Perturabo realized what had happened, the severed left hand suddenly attacked him.

The armor on the left arm rotated on its own, and the high-explosive grenade was aimed at Perturabo's head. It aimed, fired, and exploded in one go. After the violent explosion, the tough face of the leader of the 4th Legion was bleeding profusely, and his face was ulcerated. Revealing the dense bones underneath.

"What happened? My armor is out of control, what's going on?!" Perturabo's thoughts were spinning in his mind, but Mortarion didn't give him time to think.

The giant scythe of death that reaps lives was swung again. Perturabo dragged the heavy armor that had lost its power and barely dodged the attack relying solely on the Primarch's powerful physical strength.

"There is no time to think, I have to leave here immediately!" Perturabo was horrified, because the oriole installed on his shoulder was actually scanning himself! ! !

In desperation, Perturabo gave an order to his Domitar Guards: "Bring the fruit! Escort me and leave immediately!"

But when he glanced over, he saw that the Domita Guards he had sent earlier to collect Firefly Nest Tyrants and pick infinite fruits were not picking fruits at this moment. Instead, a row of fully armed automatic combat soldiers stood silently behind Perturabo, with their signal lights flashing strange frequencies.

"Damn it, there's no time to pick the fruits... Stop Mortarion and escort me away!"

"I said escort me away! Is your receiver damaged? If not, come here immediately!"

Perturabo was furious, and Mortarion waved the scythe again, but these mechanical guards created by Perturabo did not respond at all.

The Domitar Guards, flashing with a strange frequency spectrum, slowly raised their weapons and pointed them at Perturabo's head:

"It's too late, organism."

Chapter 417 Boiling

In the world of 0 and 1, in the circuit of metal and crystal, an invisible war is taking place.