Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

When the Imperial fleet was thrown into chaos by the invasion of the Sons of Change and attacked each other without distinguishing between friend and foe, two Mechanicus forges anchored near the head of the Emperor's Statue managed to stabilize their hulls from the huge explosion.

For some reason, they were not invaded by Chaos traitors like the chaotic Imperial Navy fleet, but only suffered some minor scratches on the ship's armor.

After noticing the chaos in the rear, the technical priests on the forge ship also fell into a brief state of astonishment and panic, but soon, the technical sages present finally stabilized the situation and the hull.

He spent a short time observing the situation on the scene, and then made the most correct decision: ignore all the turmoil happening in the rear and complete the assembly of the stargate at full speed.

The assembly of the L-gate had already reached the final stage, and all that was left was the final debugging and pumping of energy, so that the first stargate route could be put into use.

Although the miraculous turn of the Emperor Statue saved the L-Gate, the mechanical structure that was scattered due to the explosion of the head still caused some minor damage to the L-Gate, which had not yet been completed and had not yet installed a shield system.

Fortunately, the far-sighted Star-Bullet had already considered some unexpected situations, and the Mechanical Repairer now had sufficient spare parts for replacement.

Next, as long as the star gate is assembled and activated in the shortest time possible, Faya will be able to directly obtain contact and support from the core galaxy Nirvana.

"This matter must not fail..." The technical sage emphasized in a low voice. His deformed and twisted body like a centipede climbed up from the seat. Each of his mechanical arms picked up a different device and walked towards the door with a clattering sound.

This powerful technical sage has to personally tighten the screws.

On the other side of the Emperor's Statue, chaos continues.

The Imperial fleet was caught off guard and dispersed, and after a period of confusion, they finally realized that the number of Chaos troops in this invasion was actually not large. The Chaos Astartes, in small teams, continued to perform various blasphemous rituals on large warships, summoning demons, interfering with machine spirits, corrupting officers, and using various means to create large-scale chaos that was far from commensurate with their actual strength.

Countless small naval warships were either directly sunk by the large ships they were following, or torn apart by the demons and boarded them.

After learning this information, Dimitri and his Grey Knights, who were on standby on the Inquisition's black ship, immediately prepared to take action.

Banishing demons and clearing chaos is what they specialize in. Dimitri did not follow the prophetess to leave Faya and return to Nirvana in order to face moments like today.

The primary target now is the battleship Fire of Repentance that fired at the Emperor's Statue.

Whether from the perspective of emotion or logic, official or personal, Dimitri did not believe that the Fire of Repentance Chapter would betray the God-Emperor, especially that Miraak would do such a blasphemous act. The important strategic significance of the large main battleship also gave him the legitimacy to go and solve his doubts.

Thus, the Grey Knights began to cross the chaotic sea of ​​ships and headed for the Fire of Repentance.

However, the Chaos warband launched an all-round attack on Faya's garrison fleet.

Of course, the Seekers star base located at the core of the galaxy was not left out.

This space station, which had made outstanding contributions to the Falla Orc War, had undergone a decade of expansion and reorganization by the Mechanicus. Even though it had not yet been completed, the remaining half of it that was still under construction already possessed a powerful output comparable to that of the Flame of Repentance, as well as a more comprehensive firepower coverage capability.

The Sons of Change warband listed the Seekers star base as a secondary target for this operation, and the forces they invested in it were second only to the main force of the warband that invaded the main battleship Flames of Penance. However, when the Emperor's Statue was shot in the head and the Imperial fleet fell into a chaotic slaughter where no one could distinguish between friend and foe, their actions against the Seekers did not achieve the desired effect.

The Chaos traitors who believed in Tzeentch sensed something was wrong as soon as they infiltrated the Seekers star base. A sense of crisis and uneasiness lingered in their hearts, but they could not find the reason.

The Sons of Change are a warband that hates variables. They like the sense of control and dominance that comes from holding all information and possibilities in their hands. This deadly pleasure can bring them closer to the omniscient gods.

But this time, no matter how they divined or deduced, they could not find where that strange sense of crisis came from. This unknown and helplessness made them very irritated.

When the main force blessed by Tzeentch launched an attack on the Fire of Repentance, the Sons of Change lurking on the Seekers also hardened their helmets and launched a surprise attack on the Seekers as originally planned.

The situation at the beginning was indeed as they had originally planned. The base structure diagram provided by the insider allowed them to avoid all dangerous places that were heavily guarded and march quickly, and successfully arrived at the central control room of the Seekers. However, everything that happened after this short period of success could not be called smooth.

These renegade Astartes who betrayed the Empire have devoted themselves to Chaos for thousands of years. The long time has made them accustomed to the influence of the Warp, and some Chaos Astartes even make a living from it. During the march inside the Seekers, the Sons of Change were horrified to find that every step they took closer to the central control room, their connection with the Warp was becoming weaker.

Even the ability to see through all falsehoods and lies, which was blessed by Tzeentch, became increasingly blurred in the process.

For the Chaos Astartes, this was truly a terrifying thing.

As for the Sons of Change, perhaps they should be thankful that the Chaos God they believe in is Tzeentch, not Nurgle.

——The bodies of Nurgle's believers are highly mutated and assimilated by the chaotic evil energy. Their original body organs have long been necrotic, and they only rely on the power of the warp to eliminate pain and maintain their own existence.

If this type of Chaos Astartes were to encounter a situation like theirs now, their connection to the Warp would become weaker and weaker, and their bodies would become weaker and weaker. As for when their connection to the Warp was completely severed, they would probably die on the spot.

Fortunately, the Sons of Change had not yet reached that point, and after noticing something unusual, they were highly alert. One of the Sons of Change subconsciously wanted to use witchcraft to summon a fear demon, allowing this weak subspace creature to enter the control room first and explore the way for him.

But less than a second later, he suddenly realized that he could no longer cast warp magic in this strange place...

It turned out that without realizing it, they had become so dependent on Tzeentch.

Chapter 57 Signal Tower

In the corridor behind him, crackling sparks flashed on the cut-off energy supply route. The paralyzed warning and defense equipment were restarting as the backup energy was pumped in. The red light representing emergency filled the field of vision. Deafening alarms echoed inside the star base...

All these things were like a wall that was getting closer and closer, urging the Sons of Change to step into the closed metal door in front of them.

Several Astartes pressed their bodies against the shadows of the wall, looking at each other blankly at their companions who had just failed in casting a spell.

"The backup energy system of the Seekers Base will be fully restarted in 15 minutes. We don't have much time."

A Son of Change warrior who was obviously of a higher status said this and took off his helmet, revealing a terrifying face that was pale and thin like a skeleton, with long black hair scattered at the connection between the helmet and the power armor.

He looked around: "Who will be the striker?"

This terrifying Astartes with a skeleton-like appearance obviously possessed high prestige and a fierce reputation among the Sons of Change. All the Sons of Change members who were swept by his gaze were terrified, but no one could muster the courage to take a step forward.

The Sons of Change are now at a loss, just like the loss of a fish that has lived in the water all its life and is pulled ashore, facing the dry air and a world without buoyancy.

They had long been accustomed to planning before taking action, mastering all the information, and only taking action after they were absolutely sure. After losing the power of the subspace, facing the complete unknown, they... retreated.

"You insects and rats are destined to become slaves of the Lord of Change. You will never become the Son of Blessing in your lifetime." The terrifying Astartes who looked like a skeleton cursed in a low voice.

He was almost looking down at the other members of the team, and his curses were condescending. It seemed that not only was he of higher status, but he was also taller than the other Astartes.

This Astartes, who was called "The Unchanging Priest" by other Chaos forces, was vicious in his words, but even at this time, he had no intention of abandoning his gang brothers and running away.

He first tried to contact the previous insider and ask about the abnormal situation here, but received no response.

"damn it……"

The eyes of the Unchanging God became more sinister and ferocious. His gaze turned around and finally returned to his own hands. There were two long curved horns growing on the helmet that was taken off.

The red light in the corridor behind him grew deeper, alarms rang out one after another, and the clacking sounds of large machinery penetrated through the pipe cavity. It seemed that something was approaching, making the atmosphere here more and more depressing.

"The star base's energy and defense systems will soon be fully restored." The Unchanging God put his helmet back on his head and clipped off a few strands of his long, curly black hair. "Do you want to sit here and wait for death, or give it a try?"

The answer to this question was obvious. As soon as the words fell, the Sons of Change quickly dispersed.

They dispatched five teams of nine people for this attack, totaling 5 people, and the central control room of the Seekers star base had eight entrances and exits.

Dispersing their forces in multiples of 8 was an ominous sign for the Sons of Change, but they had no choice.

The Sons of Change who had obtained the Seeker's schematics understood better than anyone how terrifying the lethal weapons were on board this large star base. Now they could only win a glimmer of hope if they seized the control room before the defense system was restarted.

Fortunately, the degree of physical mutation of the Sons of Change warband is not very high. Even if their most proficient Tzeentchian sorcery is sealed and cannot be used, they are still powerful Astartes.

The group of mages who liked to chant spells picked up their hammer-shaped staffs and guns and quickly divided into seven groups of five, each responsible for one of the entrances. The strongest Unchanging God led all the remaining troops to launch the main attack on the gate.

The Unchanging God had a premonition that the actions of himself and others might no longer be secret.

Soon, the sample provided by the insider unlocked the genetic identification lock that locked the main control room door. The Immutable God focused his vision on the crack of the door in advance as the door opened automatically. His brain nerves were highly tense. Several Sons of Change warriors beside him also held their weapons tightly and were alert to prepare for emergencies. The feeling of being disconnected from the subspace became more and more real.

When the door was fully opened, a strange scene appeared before them.

The central control room is located at the top of the Seekers, not the absolute axis. According to the structural drawings they obtained, the top of the Seekers' control room should be sealed with a steel dome supported by eight keels, equipped with a full set of void shield generators for protection.

But it is not the case now.

The steel dome in the structural diagram had disappeared, and instead, erected on the roof of the control room, was a three-legged tower that seemed to be used to transmit and amplify some kind of signal.

When did the Seekers remove the steel dome and replace it with a signal tower?

Through the gaps in the tower, they could directly see the yellow-white stars above their heads. A large number of wires hung down from the three legs of the tower, some of which were connected to the energy transmission pipelines in the control room, and some were scattered outside. Many technicians wearing pure white fully enclosed work clothes were walking back and forth in the control room, holding special equipment to find suitable connection locations for more wires.

This three-legged signal tower is obviously not a product of human technology. Its body is covered with various obscure patterns of unknown meaning. It is definitely not any kind of human language they know, and it is even difficult to find something similar to the alien language.

The signal tower itself, from its overall structure to its microscopic construction, has no trace of the style of the Mechanicus. Even in order to connect the wires hanging from it to the power supply lines of the Seekers' star base, the people in white need to use a special adapter as a connecting bridge.

There is no doubt that this is a huge alien technological creation. Those people in white are connecting such a big thing to the Seeker.

Even the white-clad technicians themselves were a mystery—why would there be technicians outside the Mechanicus performing engineering work on Faya’s star base?

Looking at such a bustling construction scene, Bu Bian Shensi felt even more confused; he thought that when the door opened, he would be greeted by an ambush or firepower cover that had been prepared long ago...but in the end, he only saw a construction site with a group of technicians.

But suddenly, the slightly relaxed nerves of the Immutable God Priest tensed up again, because the feeling of being disconnected from the subspace was becoming stronger.

He looked up at the three-legged tower above his head. As far as he knew, there were some alien creations that could suppress the influence of the subspace and anchor the real universe.

Is this why the Empire connected this alien technological artifact to the Seeker?

However, after so many previous investigations and infiltrations, calculations and divinations, there was no sign that the Empire had such an alien creation in its hands.

I've been feeling groggy these past two days, so there may be many typos and grammatical errors in the words I type. If you find any, please let me know... Qidian has a reader correction function, and I'll correct them when I update tomorrow.

Chapter 58 Dismantling

Taking a deep breath, the Unchanging God suppressed all the doubts in his heart into the barrel of his gun. Now was not the time to get to the bottom of things.

If the alien creature that looks like a three-legged signal tower is the reason why this place is disconnected from the subspace, then the next goal of the Sons of Change is very clear.

The Unchanging God believed that the other Sons of Change warriors scattered at the eight entrances and exits had the same tacit understanding as himself. Even at this time, he was still willing to give due trust to these brothers whom he had denounced as insects.

Inside the control room, the technicians in white seemed not to notice the opening of the eight doors at all. They also turned a blind eye to the alarm coming from outside the control room. They just continued to complete the work in their hands in silence. Their meticulous and dedicated appearance made them look like demented robot servants with their frontal lobes dug out.

But the servitors wouldn't have such neat clothes.

After the backup energy system of the Seekers Star Base was restarted, the various warning facilities and defensive firepower in the base were awakened from paralysis, and the actions of the Sons of Change had begun.

Dozens of gunshots rang out simultaneously from eight directions, disrupting the orderliness in the control room. The Chaos Astartes squad completed this volley using the bolters they had stolen from the Imperial armory. As the last bullet was fired from the gun barrel, the Sons of Change, who had become weakened by the loss of the blessing of Chaos, threw away their guns without even changing their magazines and rushed into the control room with their staffs in both hands.

They rushed into the orderly construction site with the rain of explosive bombs. Their goal was clear. The trajectory of the explosive bombs fired in volleys and the vigorous steps of Astartes were all pointing to the center of the control room:

——The main control computer array of the Seekers' star base and the three-legged signal tower connected to it.

In the bodies of the seekers whose defense systems have been reactivated, creating chaos is their only chance to survive.

But as the Sons of Change took action, an unexpected scene occurred: as soon as they left the door and rushed into the room, the eight entrances and exits of the control room were automatically closed at the same time, turning the place into a cage.

Before the Unchanging God could react to what this meant, the scene before him once again shocked his mind: the large number of large-caliber bombs fired from their gun barrels a moment ago did not complete their original path. The bullets hovered in the air two meters away from the computer array, as if embedded in an invisible spherical wall.

"Force field shield? No... There is no suspicious equipment nearby, and this control room is still under construction... Psionic shield? How is that possible?"

How could there be someone who could use psychic power under this alien creation that could isolate itself from the influence of the subspace?

Realizing that something was not right, the Unchanging God immediately wanted to turn around and flee with his brothers. Even if they had to fight head-on with the Seeker's star base's automatic defense system, it would be better than staying in this weird trap. At least they could die knowingly.

"I finally got you here, so please don't leave so soon, okay?"

A gentle but cold voice fell to the ground along with the explosive bomb embedded in the air. The sharp eyes of the Unchanging God immediately caught a strange figure in a black robe and a hooded face completely covered by mist, who appeared out of thin air in the control room like a flash.

Along with him, there appeared a massive psychic lightning that surged across the entire control room.

Russell, who planted trees in Faya every day, also made progress in psychic power. Although he still had no way to learn many new skills, his control over the existing skills became more refined - for example, like now, he was able to electrocute dozens of Astartes who were fleeing in eight directions at once without damaging any high-tech equipment around him.