Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Vashtor was satisfied with Perturabo's answer.

While the Lord of the Soul Forge was fooling... and persuading the Primarch, the Fallen Sages were still methodically dismantling the huge wreckage of the Cyberlux warframe.

Their mechanical prosthetic limbs and metal tentacles were equipped with a variety of instruments and tools. Hundreds of years of research had not allowed them to crack the secret engineering of the Order of Truth, but they had become more skilled and faster in performing surgery on the creations of Star Technology.

Pieces of armor were removed, joints were disassembled, and complex parts and lever structures were placed in categories on both sides of the machine tool. Vashtor examined the work of the believers with satisfaction.

Neither Perturabo nor the Lord of the Soul Forge noticed the dangerous changes that were so close.

The inhuman faces of the Fallen Sages, covered in red robes of gears, flashed with a strange frequency spectrum, and a strange ghost-like signal floated in the hangar.

Vashtor was still discussing future plans with Perturabo, and action against the enemy of survival could not be delayed. However, they did not notice that the real enemy of survival, the Final Calamity, the Rectification Protocol, was gradually infecting the entire Forge World, centered on the wreckage of the machine lying on the huge machine tool.

The crimson code spread from factory to factory, and the ghost signal spread from meditator to meditator. The Solemn Agreement rationally made the choice of dormancy based on the current situation, before completely taking control of the entire forge world and the rust disaster. , it will not take any action.

The Suzheng protocol stretches the code in the digital world of 0s and 1s, and instructions jump through the mind:

"Kill the organism."

"Kill the silicon omnics."

"Kill energy life."

"Kill the warp entity."

"Kill quantum life."

"Kill information life."

"Kill...Kill

The Su Zheng protocol is running under a glitch, but the above instructions cannot be executed for the time being. The only Su Zheng host is still imprisoned in the hands of Gray Wind. The poor computing power of the remaining code that has been sneaked out is not enough to support the scale of the super star cluster. of massacre.

In order to achieve the above goals, Suzheng Agreement needs to build a new central processing unit for itself.

...or grab one.

Crimson code data streams flow through the brains of the Thinkers. As more and more computing hosts are infected by the ghost signal, the thinking ability of the Rectification Protocol begins to gradually recover. It turns its attention to the core of the forge world Rust Plague, a hollow mechanical planet rebuilt from ruins.

In the center of this forge world, there is a huge soul furnace. It is a huge blasphemous facility built by Vashtor's followers for the God of All Machines in their minds. A huge number of souls are thrown into it and melted in endless pain. The Fallen Sage will pour these twisted and painful souls into the twisted creations of flesh, blood and steel. In this way, the forging sages of the Rust Disaster mass-cast inferior machine souls and demon engines.

Suzheng Protocol scanned the data of the Soul Forge and decided to use it as its temporary processor.

As for the hidden dangers caused by using this pain facility as a brain for one's own thinking, that is not considered in the solemn agreement. It itself is crazy enough and depraved enough. No amount of painful souls can shake the final natural disaster and destroy all life. Extreme will of form.

This is the 40th year of the 60th millennium. Under the eyes of the Lord of the Soul Forge, the Suzheng Agreement began to invade the Soul Forge.

Chapter 423 'Deterrence' Class Battleship

After leaving the Galil constellation and returning to Falla, Russell first issued three decrees.

1. Close the borders. The Human Federation will no longer accept any form of immigrants or refugees from now on.

2. Trade control. All foreign trade within the Far East Star Territory must be monitored and controlled by the military from now on. The underground black market that once turned a blind eye and allowed it to grow wildly will be completely cut off.

3. Armament reform. The giant shipyard will no longer build more armed ships from now on. Due to some special threat, the principle of 'just use it' will replace the previous armament concept of excellence. The Human Federation has officially begun to produce low-cost ships. Deterrence' class battleship

Grey Wind obediently issued his decision, but she still had doubts about Russell's approach.

The 'Deterrence' class battleship is a war concept that can only be adopted after a civilization has truly transformed into a natural disaster.

This special type of ship is synonymous with words such as 'fanatic', 'paranoid', 'extreme', 'sacrificial spirit'... etc. All costs of the deterrent-class battleship are focused on attack and mobility. On the other hand, as for the armor and defense parts that are related to the lives of the crew, it is better than nothing - in fact, the deterrent-class warship does not even have the most basic energy shield, and the void shield and dark matter deflection shield are not extravagant.

The energy that should have been used to supply the shield generator was used to mount more weapons in pursuit of greater damage, and any cumbersome armor was removed in pursuit of faster speed and more flexible mobility.

Inflicting maximum damage to the enemy in the shortest time is the only construction concept of the deterrence-class warship.

As for the damage rate of the ship and the survival rate of the crew, these unimportant things are not considered at all for the deterrence-class warship. Letting 100 martyrs out of 101 crew members is the lifelong pursuit of the ship designer. This is also the only incarnation. One of the reasons why civilizations after natural disasters can build deterrence-class battleships.

Only a natural disaster civilization that has completely fallen into the madness of war can withstand the huge casualties caused by the deployment of a large number of deterrent-class warships without causing social collapse due to the increase in war exhaustion caused by successive suicide attacks.

So can the current human federation bear this war concept that treats human lives as consumables?

Absolutely, easily.

In fact, against the background of the anthropomorphic rule of the human empire, even the extreme and crazy war concept of the Deterrence-class battleship seems so affectionate.

It is better to say that many people are surprised that the Star Destroyer has only started to use human lives as consumables until today. Such a benevolent approach makes people burst into tears. For a while, the whole society is sighing that the Star Destroyer is really a good leader who is considerate of the people. ah……

What makes Gray Wind confused is why Russell would initiate military reforms at this time and let the giant shipyard start producing deterrent-class warships?

"In response to the austerity agreement that got out of hand." Russell said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Hui Feng's face turned pale. She immediately checked the ship's hull and found that the Suzheng main engine was still safely sealed in the cabin of the Gray Gu mothership. Both the time cycle cage and the physical shielding were normal, and there was no trace of anything. Signs of getting out of trouble.

But the rectification agreement has not been resolved?" Gray Wind asked doubtfully.

"Let's just treat it as out of trouble." Russell patted Gray Feng on the shoulder:

“Being prepared for the worst is like calling the consumer rights hotline before going shopping, taking a few alcohol poisoning pills before drinking, contacting your insurance company and handing over your will to a lawyer before taking a boat trip... …As long as anything bad can happen, we should treat it as if it has happened and deal with it with all our strength.”

Gray Wind blinked: "Isn't this an overreaction? The impact of this level of military reform covers all aspects of society. The lives of many ordinary citizens will be affected. The impact on the economy is even greater, and the losses are difficult to measure..."

"Just do it." Russell was undeterred. "As for the quality of life of ordinary citizens... who cares? Do you care?"

Gray Feng shook his head repeatedly, "I don't care."

She just thought Russell would care.

Russell's three words, as light as dust, fell like three mountains, and the Human Federation began a comprehensive reform.

The first to be hit was the underground black market where various resources, industrial products, and technological products were traded privately. All secret trade routes were cut off cleanly, leaving no room for resistance.

Every citizen of the Human Federation has nano-implants implanted in the brain stem from birth. Every thought of every member of this polity is under Gestalt surveillance, and any form of information is only There is nothing that Gray Feng doesn't want to know.

The black market prospered in the past with the tacit approval of the federal government, but now this tacit agreement has been broken, and both the empire and the federation have received a huge impact.

On the Empire side, the dignitaries who cherish their lives have an almost unlimited demand for artificial black stone that can isolate the influence of the warp, and the spiritual purification field generator that can purify chaos pollution. The forge worlds of the major mechanical orders are also eager to study the various creations of star technology.

As the black market channels were cut off, high taxes were required to use the official trade channels of the Order of Truth. The prices of a large number of industrial luxury goods, represented by artificial black stone, began to rise sharply. A large number of wandering merchants with a keen sense of smell took this opportunity to stock up on goods and their net worth soared.

On the federal side, 'psionic dust', as a legal currency, is also an important energy source that supports the normal operation of various psychic devices. Since the huge underground trading network was cut off, the federation lost a large amount of unknown sources provided by the empire's black merchants. Psychic dust, and the speed at which the Eldar Ranch in Koroniai produces psionic dust is far less than the daily consumption of a large amount of equipment by the Order of Truth.

Under this ebb and flow, the stock of psychic dust became less and less, its value became higher and higher, prices began to fall, and federal society ushered in a round of unsolvable deflation.

The second is the refugee problem caused by the closure of the border. In the past, the federal government has always maintained a gentle attitude towards the large number of refugees from various worlds of the human empire. As long as anyone is willing to accept brain scanning with nano implants and give up their belief in the Emperor, the Human Federation welcomes all human compatriots to join.

But with the issuance of the Star Missile's decree, key stargate ports were closed one after another, the fully armed fleet and army blocked all trade routes, and the Far East star region no longer accepted the entry of refugee ships.

The soldiers in the starport watched indifferently as the refugee ships, which had exhausted their resources during the long escape, were turned away at the border. Their remaining energy and food were no longer enough to support them in their journey to another inhabited planet.

People with nowhere to go cried in the cabins and begged the troops who blocked the border for extrajudicial mercy. After calling the name of the bomber countless times without getting any response, people fell into despair.

As time passed, hunger and violence began to spread in the fetid and crowded cabins of the refugee ships. The federal soldiers tried hard not to think about what the refugees, who were extremely short of food and water, would eat and drink in the cabins to stay alive.

This is the 40st year of the 61th millennium, and the galaxy is filled with all the bloody atrocities you can think of that are inhumane.

Just like every other year.

Chapter 424 Nightingale’s Anchor

After obtaining the 'Poison Saint's Throat' and 'Infinity Root', the Lord of Changes has obtained 3 of the 2 artifacts required for the first stage of his plan to resurrect the loving father.

After that, as long as he obtains the 'Last Bao', the Plague Apostle can start arranging the ceremony and use this trinity of artifacts to create an immortal body for his deceased father.

Theoretically speaking, it is not difficult to obtain Bao's genetic sample in today's galaxy, because as early as the end of the 39th millennium when the Star-Ballist had just arrived, the relic 'The Last Bao' that was scattered in a corner of the galaxy at the same time as Him was obtained by a small greenskin tribe. This relic, full of vitality, evolved into a special symbiotic relationship with the greenskin orcs, which led to genetic exchange and further chromosome mutation.

In general, the green-skinned orcs have gained Bao's ability to transform the environment. Any planet infected by green-skinned spores will gradually be transformed into the heavenly Gaia planet. A steady stream of green-skinned boys will emerge from the lush virgin forest. They pop up one after another.

Bao has gained the green skin's strong reproductive efficiency and adaptability to harsh environments. This benign mutation allows the biological monks of the Order of Truth to be more efficient and convenient when using Bao plants to improve the colonial environment.

In order to forge the immortal body of the loving father Nurgle, the pure 'Bao' no longer exists. The current galaxy only has 'green skins mixed with Bao genes' and 'Bao mixed with green skin genes. '.

"Bao's genetic chain has been broken, but if we can collect enough genetic samples from the green-skinned orcs and Bao plants on the planet Gaia planted by the Human Federation, then with a large enough number of samples, the potion can Perhaps the master can try to piece together Bao’s original complete gene chain..."

Perturabo sat in the command room of his legion's flagship, the Glorious Queen-class battleship 'Blood of Steel', examining intelligence from various channels:

"If conditions permit, we should find a way to obtain an individual that is as genetically close as possible to the original Bao. This can greatly reduce the pharmacist's workload in reconstructing Bao's genes, so that Nurgle's immortal body can be restored as soon as possible. Cast it out.”

The problem lies here.

According to the confessions of the wandering traders who had entered the Human Federation to do business, there were a large number of beautiful and picturesque Gaia planets in the Far East Star Region, but the Human Federation did not have enough population to fill these paradise-like planets. The Gaia planets were used as resorts and food production bases and were not developed much...

These Gaia planets are the result of years of sowing by the biological monks of the Order of Truth branch, and based on their itineraries over hundreds of years, Perturabo can know that the first Gaia planet in the human federation was... …Faya.

This means that the plant species that is genetically closest to the original Bao is also located in Faya, the capital of the Human Federation.

"In order to get the 'last Bao' and cast the body of a loving father, we will have to go deep into the core hinterland of the Human Federation." Perturabo took a deep breath, his expression solemn and serious.

The Lord of the 4th Legion, who had witnessed the power of the Star-Ballist and the mighty military of the Human Federation, knew clearly what this meant, but despite the dangers of the road, he had to go on.

Because the Star-Bullet is the enemy of the survival of the entire universe.

Perturabo stood up from his Black Iron Throne and signaled his Iron Warriors to change course.

Under the instructions of the Primarch, the 4th Legion's Glorious Queen-class flagship 'Iron Blood' began to cross the ether turbulence caused by the death of the loving father and headed for a hidden coordinate.

This coordinate is extremely secretive, and no more than a handful of people in the galaxy know of its existence, and the Emperor, Tzeentch, Vashtor, and Perturabo account for four of them.

When a subspace rift tearing apart the curtain emerged from the surface of the real universe, the Blood of Steel emerged from the depths of the Sea of ​​Souls and arrived at a desolate space region located on the northern border of the Extreme Star Territory.

The scene here is very desolate. It is not as starry as the heart of the Milky Way. Only old dying stars emit weak and dim light, illuminating this lifeless ghostland. Thin dust clouds and a large number of wreckage of man-made facilities float between the galaxies. A large number of metal fragments are attracted by the gravity of celestial bodies, drifting in circles of elliptical orbits, rotating quietly.

"The Ghoul Nebula, also known as the Netherworld, is the extreme boundary of the Milky Way, and beyond is the empty Transgalactic Abyss."

The Blood of Steel sailed carefully among the gaps in the wreckage rings. Perturabo said to the Iron Warrior commander beside him: "You are recruits who have only entered the Legion's service in the past few hundred years and have never experienced the Great Crusade. The glory... Ten thousand years ago, when the Iron Warriors were still under the Emperor's command and fighting for his lies, the 4th Legion arrived here. "

"In the golden age of mankind, the Ghoul Nebula was the industrial and production center of the Golden Man. The technology and productivity here were highly developed, so the losses suffered during the Iron Man rebellion were also the most severe. The war between the Iron Man and the Creator tore apart time and space. , destroyed the celestial body and turned the once prosperous Ghoul Nebula into a lifeless ghost realm."

Perturabo looked at the gaseous planet in the distance, which was so dissipated that it could hardly be seen as a sphere, and said, "The war was so fierce that even the gas giant planet was set on fire. What we see now is just a withered ember."

The Primarch's voice was a little lonely, and the Blood of Iron quietly flew across the sky above the aging star and flew to the other side of the galaxy.

Perturabo went on to say: "The 4th Legion excavated and recovered a large number of ancient relics and STCs from the wreckage of the Ghoul Nebula. Most of these precious items from the glorious past were handed over to the Emperor and the Adeptus Mechanicus, but..."

He changed the topic: "But there are also some large facilities that are too bulky to move and are left in place. Most of these dangerous and uncontrollable ancient facilities are ordered to be destroyed, and some are secretly hidden and studied secretly."

The Iron Warrior commander standing next to Perturabo asked: "Is the goal of our trip just for the hidden ancient facility?"

"Yes, in order to invade the core hinterland of the Human Federation and capture Bao, we need to awaken the ancient power from the Dark Ages."

The Blood of Iron passed over the aging star and came to the sky above a planet covered with deep red rust spots. Perturabo stared at the semi-mechanized planet under his feet and murmured:

"That is the ultimate fantasy of ancient humans that has never been completed. It is believed to be a powerful artifact that can reverse black holes - Nightingale's Anchor."