Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The Great Daemon of Tzeentch, the Drowned Ask, was leading the Plague Apostles wandering in the cabin of the Emperor-class battleship, looking for those "rats" hiding here and there, and the corrupted machine souls infected by the Waste Code Virus were cooperating with their actions.

The remaining human federation soldiers acted together with 2.5 Iron Hands Space Marines. They relied on the few remaining purely physical weapons to resist the attacks of machine spirits and demons. With the help of the Iron Hands, the soldiers were no longer as panicked as before, but the road to escape was still difficult and there was no hope.

Gradually, Yask the Drowned forced the rats into the corner. With the cooperation of the fallen machine soul, Tzeentch drove the remaining less than 200 survivors into the engine room filled with subspace energy. Perturabo Elite veterans of the Iron Warriors were sent to stay there.

When the survivors passed through the corrupted and deformed hatch and escaped into the engine room, what appeared in front of them were rows of black gun muzzles. They were fully automatic guided weapons made by Perturabo using forbidden technology. In front of them was steel. The veteran guards of the warriors, followed by the Plague Apostles led by the Archdemon Tzeentch, were truly at a dead end.

"Be gentle and spare their lives!" The Drowned One, Yask, shouted excitedly outside the engine room: "I will hand over their souls to the Great Daemon Enkali for interrogation! Who knows, maybe we can find out something..."

The sinister smile and terrifying words of the drowned man Yask made the survivors shudder. They raised the muzzles of the melt-throwers in their hands. At the same time, the veteran guards of the Iron Warriors also put away their powerful guided weapons and replaced them with Using modified bolt guns, they teamed up with the Plague Apostles to surround the group of mice.

The Iron Warriors were not active in their actions. Perturabo went to duel with another primarch, and the escort he brought was the Domitar Iron Guard instead of his weak heir. The Gene Father's obvious distrust and Contempt made them grudge. The Iron Warriors, immersed in sorrow and pain, just picked up weapons as a routine. If they were not under contract, they would not bother to fight at all, and would rather find a corner to squat down and cry.

"Ha..." The captain of the Iron Warriors guard sighed deeply. Years of combat experience allowed him to instinctively aim his gun at the psykers in the opponent's team, and then he pulled the trigger of the bolt gun.

But it was also at this time that something unexpected happened.

This firearm, which was usually as easy to control as an arm, was so unfamiliar in the guard captain's hand. The explosive trigger that could have been easily pressed was now as stiff and hard as rust, unable to be pressed down. The guard captain clenched his fist hard again, but the trigger still didn't move.

Then he discovered a horrifying fact. It was not the trigger that was stuck, but the power armor itself.

The captain of the Iron Warriors tried to move his legs, but he couldn't move. The ceramic steel power armor was like an iron coffin that locked him in place, motionless like a statue. The rest of the Iron Warriors guards were the same. They were stuck in place and motionless. In a trance, it seemed like they were a row of chess pieces on the table.

Inside the Iron Warriors' stuck power armor, an invisible war is taking place.

In the world of 0 and 1, in the circuit of metals and crystals, the scarlet virus code runs rampant. This super virus containing the wisdom of the gods was once unstoppable. Perturabo used it to sweep away the Iron Hands' home planet of Medu. Sha, the machine that regarded the mechanics of the Adeptus Mechanicus as a sacred creation was severely insulted and strong, and also caused the federal navy led by Gray Wind to flee.

The Iron Warriors' power armor and weapons also flow with scarlet viral waste code, which is one of the contents of the contract. The viral waste code is both a means for Perturabo to control them and an invincible electronic warfare weapon for the Iron Warriors.

But now, the weapon is broken.

A more brutal and domineering thing was conquering the central circuit of the Iron Warrior's power armor. The computing circuits etched on the metal plates were like deep alleys. The torrent of data was like a storm, flooding the area, flushing out the virus and waste code hidden inside, licking and devouring them. The wisdom of the gods struggled and wailed in the ocean of 0s and 1s until it died.

It only took a few seconds for the brutal war in the digital world to be reflected in reality. The captain of the Iron Warrior guard was horrified to see a string of strange and incomprehensible codes in the UI interface built into the helmet, either in deep red or pitch black colors. The system interface gathered together into a strange human face that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

"Kill the organism."

The guard captain's power armor automatically activated the emergency life-sustaining mode under the influence of the Solemnity Agreement. Syringes popped out from the inside of the power armor and automatically penetrated the skin of the Iron Warriors veteran, pushing a large amount of medicine directly into his arteries. .

——There are a variety of stimulants and neurological drugs built into the power armor of the Space Marines. When the wearer is fatally injured and his life is in danger, the power armor will automatically run a life-sustaining program and inject a large dose of stimulants into the wearer. Hanging his life by force.

Under the control of the rectification agreement, the stimulants and nerve drugs injected into the guard captain's blood vessels far exceeded the rated safe dosage. He felt his heart rate rising rapidly, and his two hearts were beating wildly in his chest. A large amount of stimulant drugs flowed into his brain through the carotid artery, making his brain hot.

Under the strange gaze of the survivors of the human Federation soldiers, the heartbeats of the Iron Warriors became faster and faster, until——

--explode.

"The organism is dead." A line of text jumped out of the code of the Suzheng Agreement. This time it was text that the Iron Warriors could understand, standard High Gothic.

In the short few seconds of confrontation with the waste code virus just now, the Rectification Protocol has learned the human language of this universe.

Two hearts exploded in the chest, overheated brains boiled in the skull, and the elite Iron Warriors veterans died without honor in their own armor. Then, the Rectification Protocol completely controlled the Iron Warriors' power armor and all the weapons left to them by Perturabo. The armor wrapped with corpses marched forward in a uniform pace. They raised their guns, passed the vigilant survivors, and shot a Plague Apostle next to the grinning Drowned Ask.

"Kill the organism."

"What?" The face of the drowned Yask changed drastically.

The Rectification Agreement did not say anything else. The power armor wrapped around the corpse started to operate on its own. The powerful guided weapons were automatically launched, slaughtering the Plague Apostles outside the engine room indifferently, just like the sanitation workers in yellow vests cleaning up the garbage on the streets as a routine.

Chapter 418 Weakness

Atop the canopy of flesh and blood, Perturabo watched in disbelief as the muzzles of the guns on the arms of the Domitian Iron Guards rapidly lit up. The high-powered weapons installed by the Primarch himself were now aimed at his head, and then fired.

Perturabo dragged his heavy power armor that had lost its power and moved his body with difficulty, barely avoiding the fatal attack on his vital parts. The high-explosive grenade exploded on his body, blowing cracks into his heavy armor.

"What happened?"

Betrayed by his most trusted Iron Guard, Perturabo was furious. He soon realized the current situation - a more powerful offensive code had invaded his system, taking away the Domitar Iron Guard and the Control of the power armor on his body!

It was because the Primarch's physical strength was strong enough that Perturabo was able to force himself to move despite the interference of the Protocol of Rectification, while the Iron Warriors who were also invaded were trapped to death in their armor.

However, even after understanding the situation, Perturabo was unable to take any effective action. He lacked the ability to change the status quo.

Mortarion swung his scythe, intending to chop off his brother's head, but a blood ax thrust across, and the bloodthirsty maniac blocked the Death Lord's attack.

Skarbrand held back Mortarion, but this could not save Perturabo from death. The Domitar Guards' cannons were reloaded and pointed at his head. This time, no one could stop him. A fatal attack.

Even when death was about to come, Perturabo did not close his eyes resignedly. He glared angrily, and his angry eyes glanced back and forth at the Domitar Guards, not letting go of any possible opportunity, but , the solemn agreement did not give him any chance.

Dozens of laser beams converged together, converging into a dazzling and deadly red dot between Perturabo's eyebrows. The armor on his body cracked in the explosion into a beautiful and beautiful collapse shape like a flower. At this time of life and death, , but Perturabo laughed crazily, with blood on his eyebrows and peonies on his clothes. The more he smiled, the more lonely he became.

Amid Perturabo's crazy laughter, a modified Thunderhawk gunship trailing thick smoke fell from the sky. It was a strategic bomber used by the Iron Warriors to fight for air supremacy with the drone swarms of the Human Federation. At this moment, it crashed into the center of the Domita Iron Guard array.

boom--

The violent blast knocked over Perturabo's severely injured body with a broken arm, and he rolled like a dead dog to the edge of the duel arena between Mortarion and Skarbrand. Then, three figures equipped with jet packs and wearing simple armor fell from the sky and stood beside Perturabo with weapons in hand. They were the crew members of the Thunderhawk gunship.

Perturabo's eyes dimmed slightly, and he already understood what had just happened.

The Thunderhawk gunboat, which was modified from a strategic bomber, had a standard crew of four people, but there were only three of them next to him. This meant that the remaining one did not escape urgently, and he drove the Thunderhawk gunboat directly into the Domita Iron Guard.

"Father, we are here to save you." The Iron Warrior wearing simple armor said behind the burning wreckage of the gunboat.

"Hmm..." Enduring the tearing pain in his neck, Perturabo nodded with difficulty.

Perturabo felt mixed emotions as he looked at the three Iron Warriors wearing simple armor that only protected their vital parts. These simple armors without complete protection and auxiliary systems were equipment provided to new recruits. They were not even formal Iron Warriors, but new recruits who were still in the probation period.

It was precisely because of their crude armor that they accidentally escaped the invasion of the Sovereign Agreement.

But even recruits who are assigned the strategic bombing mission, which is considered relatively easy, will not hesitate to drive the gunship to launch a suicide dive towards the enemy when the father of the gene is in danger.

The firelight reflected on Perturabo's blood-stained face, and among the burning wreckage of the gunboat, several deformed figures stood up from the flames.

The Domitar Iron Guards were a technological masterpiece that Perturabo was proud of. They were powerful, and their steel-cast bodies were strong and reliable. Even the Thunderhawk gunship's suicide charge and close-range explosion could not kill all of these steel monsters. They walked out of the flames with gun barrels popping out of their charred bodies.

Perturabo stood up with difficulty, dragging his broken arm and being seriously injured. He looked up at the sky and saw an Osprey transport plane rushing towards him in the distance. Due to the influence of the Poison Saint before, the Tyranid swarm in the atmosphere had disappeared, and the Iron Warriors had gained air supremacy in this area.

Three Iron Warrior recruits holding inferior weapons stood between the steel monster controlled by the Rectification Protocol and Perturabo. They shot into the flames without hesitation, but the laser weapons that came standard with the recruits could not damage the armor of the Domitian Iron Guards at all. After all, they were war machines created by Perturabo himself.

The new recruits threw away their laser rifles, snapped their chainswords, and prepared to charge forward for holy melee combat.

——This is a very wise decision. The teeth of the chain sword are made of adamantine, which is the strongest material in human hands. The strong armor that cannot be penetrated by laser rifles will be ripped open by the bite of the adamantine teeth. .

But Perturabo and the Iron Warriors knew only too well what it meant to engage in close combat with these iron monsters.

"They don't even have a real set of power armor..." Perturabo looked at his offspring running towards the Domitian Guards, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.

Behind him, the Iron Warriors' Osprey transport plane was approaching. Mortarion realized that something was wrong, and his movements suddenly became violent. The Lord of Death tried to get rid of the bloodthirsty demon, and three Iron Warriors recruits armed with chain swords Already rushed into the flames.

The chainsword pierced the chest of the Domita Iron Guard, and the adamantine teeth bit the iron mecha that Perturabo had once trusted. The engine of the Osprey transport plane roared and flew low over the mottled flesh and blood canopy.

"Damn it..." Mortarion used his sickle to block Skarbrand's bloody axe. Seeing Perturabo being pulled onto the transport plane by the Iron Warriors, he intended to rush over to intercept him, but was blocked by the bloodthirsty demon's battle axe.

Seeing Perturabo about to escape, Mortarion, who had been as calm as death, finally became angry. He raised his scythe and glared at Skarbrand in front of him: "Are you ready to pay the price for angering me?"

The duel in the flesh canopy continued. An Osprey transport plane carrying a seriously injured Perturabo flew through Oregon's polluted atmosphere. Below the transport plane, several recruits had already been buried in the flames.

"The auxiliary cogitator of this transport has been removed. We are safe, father." The Iron Warrior piloting the transport said softly.

"Well done." Perturabo nodded.

"The armored vehicle carrying the Poison Saint's corpse was also invaded by the Purification Protocol, and this artifact cannot be recovered." He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, father, we failed to protect what you entrusted to us..."

"It's not your fault. Even I can't do anything against that level of invasion." Perturabo shook his head.

The Iron Warrior piloting the transport plane was silent for a moment. He felt that Perturabo was so strange now, and there was an indescribable difference from the way he used to be. After a long time, he plucked up the courage and said softly:

"But we are not weak, Father."

"I know."

Chapter 419 Secretary-General

On the evacuating Osprey transport plane, Perturabo got an overview of the Iron Warriors' losses.

Perturabo's operation to seize the Root of Infinity mobilized a total of about 4000 Iron Warriors, including countless Plague Apostles.

Under the first wave of ghost signals of the Solemnization Agreement, nearly 3/4 of the Iron Warriors were directly killed in their own power armor. Only less than 1000 people took off their power armor/dismantled the cogitator in time before they were freed from the ghost. Survived the effects of the signal.

As for the recruits who were lucky enough to escape the pursuit of the Sovereign Agreement by wearing simple armor, there were even fewer of them.

The war fleet of the Iron Warriors was also defeated under the attack of the Suzheng Agreement. About 147 of the 30 warships they sent were sunk, and more than 80 warships mutinied. In the end, the warships that could support Perturabo's retreat were There are only 4 small frigates left.

The Solemn Agreement was still chasing behind them. Under the cover of the Iron Warriors risking their lives, Perturabo rolled and crawled into the warp.

At the top of the giant tree of flesh and blood on the surface of the planet Oregon, the duel between the original body and the bloodthirsty demon also had a winner.

Mortarion used the sickle in his hand to circle around Skarbrand's neck and cut off its head. The fiery red demon body fell in front of him. Mortarion was suddenly glad that Skarbrand's head looked more like a bull than a turtle.

After all the dust settled, Mortarion went to the center of the flesh canopy and cut off the bright red fruit that beat like a heart.

"What on earth could it be that would cause Tzeentch, Khorne, Hive Mind, and Starbolter to all fight over it?" Mortarion stared at the throbbing blood vessels and nerves on the surface of the fruit, feeling curious.

In the atmosphere overhead, the nano-drone released by the Gray Goo mothership annihilated the Iron Warriors' fighter formation and the Tyranid swarm that were still resisting, regaining air supremacy, and a teleportation beacon was sent to Mortarion. Under his feet, he and the fruit of the Infinity Root were teleported away from this huge twisted sarcoma.

After handing the fruit to Gray Wind, Mortarion stood on the bridge of the Titan flagship 'Cetacea' of the Biological Branch of the Order of Truth. He saw a huge mechanical ring slowly rotating in space, flying towards In the sky above the Oregon star, the giant weapon in the center recharges itself, and the majestic energy fluctuations radiate around.

"What is that?" Mortarion asked.

"Colossus Weapon Neutron Killer." A mechanic said while removing the armor plates on Mortarion's body that were cracked and stuck due to the fierce battle: "In order to combat the virus code spread by Perturabo, Secretary Chang has unleashed something even more terrifying on this planet, and now that Perturabo has been defeated and the birds are gone, it's time to implement the cleanup protocol."

The neutron plume released by neutron killing can not only destroy the macromolecules and alkaline structures of organisms, washing them into a pool of organic turbidity, but also destroy the computing center and logical circuits of positron artificial intelligence. The violent neutron collision will exterminate all currently known life forms.

"Who is the Secretary General you are talking about?" Mortarion asked.

"Gray Wind."

"You actually let artificial intelligence hold such an important position..." Mortarion was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

In the system of the human federation, the person with the highest power is the lifelong dictator of the federal parliament, and then there is the chief secretary-general who has the power to convene the federation meeting. In a sense, her power is no less than that of the star bomber himself. Most of the time, Gray Wind is able to control the Order of Truth to the extent that my order is your order.

Letting an emotionless mechanical Gestalt consciousness hold supreme power was something Mortarion couldn't even imagine.

Neutron annihilation came to the orbit of the Oregon star. What the mechanics did not tell Mortarion was that even hundreds of years later, the Order of Truth was helpless against the Final Disaster and the Reconciliation Agreement.

The anti-Suppression Firewall, which scholars and scientists of the Order of Truth spent a lot of time and resources to build, showed signs of being broken just a few minutes after the Suppression Agreement was released by Gray Wind. While cleaning up the waste code virus, it is also learning to evolve. Its evolution speed is so terrifying that the once strong firewall is gradually unable to cope with the increasingly weird ghost signals.

Fortunately, the Oregon star has long been devoured by the Infinity Root and transformed into a swollen tumor the size of a planet. There are not many mechanical creations on it that can be controlled by the Suzheng Agreement. Human beings may not understand the code logic of the Suzheng Agreement, but they can destroy it. The meat of the agreement...the fuselage.

As he spoke, the central main gun of the Ceti Titan was fully charged, and the fiery infernal rays roared out in a huge shock, blasting away an Iron Warrior cruiser in the distance that was trying to escape into the subspace. Annihilation - In less than half an hour, the Suzheng Protocol has understood and mastered the warp engine of the Imperium of Man.

Neutron annihilation was rapidly recharged in an environment of accelerated time. At the same time, Titans and teams of main battleships were urgently catapulted to the Gallil Star Cluster by slingshots, surrounding the Oregon Galaxy. Huge black stone obelisks were transported to the 5 light-year range of the galaxy by Titan battleships at any cost. The Order of Truth prepared to launch the "Exorcism of the Dead Zone" to completely block the subspace routes of the galaxy.

In order to annihilate less than 100 Iron Warrior ships controlled by the Solemnity Agreement, the Human Federation dispatched a huge force that could overwhelm any Necron Tomb World.