Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Several technicians who were organizing the wires put down their work and came to the Sons of Change who were knocked to the ground by the electric shock. While they were still not recovering from the spasms, they used their extremely nimble hands and feet to quickly remove the power backpacks on the backs of each Son of Change.

Without the energy provided by the power backpack, a full set of ceramsite power armor would be a heavy burden even for an Astartes' powerful body.

These technicians in fully enclosed work clothes were just ordinary human bodies, but their strength was incredible. After removing their power backpacks, their weak hands, which seemed so thin that they could break easily in the eyes of the Astartes, forcibly removed the witchcraft helmets with long curved horns on the heads of the Sons of Change.

"The salivary glands of the Space Marines can secrete acid, Grey Wind - remove their tongues and jaws together." Russell reminded softly.

"Yes, Marshal." Every technician in white clothes responded at the same time.

They used their knees to pin down the Sons of Change, and with their slender but violent hands they pried open their clenched teeth and reached into their mouths. Then, with a "pop", they tore off the Space Marine's jaw, along with its entire tongue.

Blood gushed out from the carotid arteries. The serious injuries that were fatal to mortals failed to kill these vigorous Astartes, but only made the red component of their red and blue power armor increase.

The situation at the gate was slightly different. With his strong physique, the Unchanging Priest recovered from the spasm caused by the psychic lightning faster than the other Sons of Change.

Without the energy of a power backpack, he used pure physical strength to punch the white-clad technician who was reaching out to him.

What followed was the sound of metal breaking. The heavy punch from the Unchanging God smashed the technician's helmet and skull into pieces, but failed to kill him.

"Please don't interfere with my work."

From the broken head of the technician who was kneeling on one knee on the chest of the Immutable God, an electronic voice without a trace of emotion came out: "Cooperate well, it will be less painful."

The electronic sound stopped, and a sharp pain came. The lower jaw and the entire tongue of the Unchanging God were torn off by it.

Power backpack, helmet, mouth, and then, the heart.

These technicians, composed of nanorobots, dismembered the vital organs of the Space Marines smoothly, just like the fully automatic machines slaughtering livestock in a slaughterhouse, faithfully and efficiently completing the tasks assigned by the Marshal.

In less than half an hour, 45 fully-armed Sons of Change Space Marines were dismantled into human sticks without limbs and jaws, and their important organs had been removed. They were neatly laid out on the floor of the control room.

However, even though they had ended up in this situation, they still did not die.

Because the marshal's request was to make them lose their threat, not to kill them.

In the main control room, more technicians are still connecting and organizing the wires for the three-legged signal tower above their heads, doing tedious debugging work.

Russell slowly walked to the side of the speechless Immutable Priest and squatted down, not caring at all about the bloodstains on his cloak.

"You're curious why I didn't kill you, right?"

Russell said in a friendly and smiling tone, "Because I really want to see Tzeentch, who fooled others, being fooled."

Chapter 59 Fuel

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about this signal tower. For example, you mistakenly think that it blocks your warp magic?"

"Or are you more curious about why I can use my psychic powers normally here?"

Russell squatted beside the head of the Immutable God, looking at his wide-open eyes and half of his bloody face, and felt that it might not be convenient for him to answer his question at this time. So he answered his doubts on his own:

"Contrary to your preconceived impression, that - that three-legged tower, its function is not to shield the influence of the subspace, but to amplify psychic energy. You can think of it as a psychic amplifier that can amplify psychic signals and amplify the effects of subspace spells."

The Unchanging Priest rolled his eyes and looked up. Russell considerately moved him a little further so that he could better see the various sophisticated mechanical structures at the bottom of the tower.

With Gray Wind's hard work, the large amount of wires hanging from the tower were connected to the Seeker with great efficiency. The installation of this signal tower was nearing completion. Russell was still introducing various information about the tower to the speechless Immutable Priest:

"As you can see, this signal tower is a creation of alien technology, but not entirely. My former country discovered a substance called 'Zero Dust' during an archaeological excavation. This is the ashes left after a psychic alien race called Zero burned themselves."

"Zerochen possesses extremely powerful and unstable chaotic power, and the way we tame this power is to..." Russell raised his hand and pointed at the three-legged signal tower above his head: "Build it."

Starbase Building: Zelo Storm Projector

"By burning the Zelodust, we can use this signal tower to artificially create a psychic storm on the scale of a star system, hindering the outside world's detection of this place and any subspace navigation targeting the vicinity of the Faya star system. For those of you who have defected to Chaos, this thing should be very familiar. Now it is generally called: Subspace Storm."

The psychic mist covering Russell's face squirmed slightly because of his smile, forming a blurry smile, which looked hideous and terrifying in the eyes of the Unchanging God.

Stirring up a subspace storm, this is the power of God... How could there be an alien that can master such great power?

No, that's not right. The Storm Projector only uses the ashes of the Zero Alien as fuel. What really allows people to touch the realm of God is the advanced psychic technology contained in this technological facility itself.

The Unchanging Priest was filled with horror. He knew too well how terrifying an artifact that could stir up a storm in the Warp would be if it was controlled by someone. Because at this moment, in the turbulence of the Warp, the fleets of the Sons of Change and their allies were rushing towards Faya.

The invasion of the Sons of Change was only a prelude. The servants of Chaos were licking their teeth in the shadows, waiting for the Imperial fleet stationed in Faya to be severely damaged in the chaos, and then they were ready to launch a deadly offensive.

If this mysterious person successfully activates the "Zero Storm Projector" and wraps Faya in an artificial subspace storm, then even the Chaos fleet blessed by the evil god will find it extremely difficult to penetrate the storm and invade Faya.

Without the support and attack of the follow-up Chaos Fleet, the Imperial Fleet will have ample opportunity to breathe, and the Sons of Change scattered everywhere will inevitably suffer a devastating wipeout...

"Wrong? I didn't intend to stop your companions from leaving. That would be too easy for them." Russell saw through the thoughts of the Immutable God and said, "I plan to activate the storm projection after the Chaos Fleet enters Faya and trap them all in this purgatory cage tailor-made for them."

Shocked by this statement, the Sons of Change warriors twisted violently on the ground, making muddy hesitant sounds in their throats. The Immutable God Priest also stared at the mysterious man squatting next to his head with his eyes wide open, his eyes burning with anger and pain, expressing one sentence: "Your fleet is already in turmoil. Even if I die here, Chaos will win."

"I didn't expect that your comradeship is so deep. It really makes me feel relieved." Russell chuckled nonchalantly. In the control room, the scattered wires had been arranged, and the Zero Storm Projector had been installed under Gray Wind's meticulous and efficient work.

The next step is to throw in the consumable Zelodust and ignite it, and a small artificial subspace storm will be born.

However, there are no Zeros in this universe, so naturally there is no psychic dust left by the Zeros burning themselves.

"This is why I spared your life." The psychic mist on Russell's face slowly moved into a gentle and friendly smile.

He stood up and clapped his hands lightly. The technicians who had completed their work gathered around him. Then their bodies collapsed into countless nanorobots, each of which reconstructed into three Gray Winds that looked like adult women with long silver hair.

"Creating an artificial storm consumes Zelo Dust, and I can't find Zelo now." Russell said with some regret. A Gray Wind wearing the uniform of an Imperial Inquisitor with a rose knot on his chest came from beside Russell to the front of the Unchanging God, picked up two Sons of Change warriors who were dismembered into human sticks, one in each hand.

Immediately afterwards, Grey Wind, who was COSing as a prophetess, and Grey Wind, who was dressed as a nun of the State Church, each picked up two Sons of Change, and the three of them walked towards the core position of the Zero Storm Projector together.

An emotion called despair rose from the heart of the Immutable God, but the burning anger failed to make him perform a medical miracle to grow arms and legs to give Russell two punches. In this universe, miracles are generally related to the subspace, and there will be no subspace influence around Russell.

"Zerochen, in the final analysis, it is the essence left by a psychic race burning itself. You know, we humans are also an awakening psychic race."

Russell watched with interest as Grey Wind led the Sons of Change to the Zero Storm Projector, and then said, "Actually, it would be better if we could use the Eldar as fuel. After all, they are the true psychic race. But it's not impossible to use your brothers as a lower-level substitute. They are also psychics."

In the final analysis, they are all firewood, the only difference is whether they can be burned or not.

If it doesn't burn, then put more in.

On the floor of the control room, the unchanging priest looked up at the sky, having given up thinking.

The information he received in just over ten minutes was too much and too overwhelming to his inherent cognition. The anger and despair that could not be expressed tortured his nerves all the time.

He could never have imagined that the Empire held such a terrifying alien artifact, let alone the tactical plan he made according to the guidance of the Lord of Change, the manpower he invested in invading the Seekers star base, and even his own soul...

All of this will eventually become the fuel that drives the Zero Storm Projector to create a storm and harvest the vitality of Chaos.

In his prayers and divinations to the Lord of Change, he did not get any information about this mysterious man or this alien artifact. It was as if they appeared out of thin air.

How ridiculous and foolish is this?

Chapter 60 Undefeated

On the outskirts of the Faya galaxy, the chaos caused by the Son of Change is reaching its climax.

Several large warships whose machine souls were corrupted and enslaved completely surrendered to the control of the Son of Change. All kinds of powerful shipborne weapons that once served the Empire were fully activated. They unscrupulously slaughtered all the small boats that wanted to approach them, and even had the energy to remotely interfere with the Mechanical Repair Society's forging ship that was repairing the star gate on the other side of the Emperor's statue.

The low- and middle-ranking officers on the numerous small warships did not know what the huge mechanical device on the left hand of the Emperor meant. With the communication system disrupted, they even lacked a lot of basic information about the enemy. However, one thing was clear:

No matter what it is, since the enemy is determined to destroy it at all costs, I should risk my life to protect it.

In the disadvantageous situation where the main large ships were either out of control or completely corrupted, countless small warships took on the main force of the war. A few sober and outstanding naval officers saw the nature of this chaos. They led their subordinates in a desperate fight with the demons who came to board the ship, and forcibly regained control of the warships at extremely tragic casualties.

These warships that first gained the initiative led the surrounding remnants of the army to regroup amid intensive artillery fire. In the name of the Emperor, the Empire's warriors would swear to protect the Emperor's statue behind them and the mechanical repair and forging ship that was carrying out an important project there.

Not far away was a large ship that had been corrupted by Chaos and was now killing its former comrades.

Hundreds of damaged small warships turned around and charged in formation.

At the same time, the Inquisition's black ship sailed through the boiling sea of ​​ships, and seized the opportunity to launch a boarding torpedo that carried Dimitri and his team members deeply into the hull of the battleship Flame of Repentance.

The moment they boarded the battleship, the demon killers smelled the demon's scent that they were so familiar with and hated.

"The source of the power of chaos is in the belly of the battleship, at the location of the core reactor." Dimitri lit up the 'Sky Punishment' power spear in his hand and took the lead at the front of the team.

He had a close personal relationship with Miraak, the Captain of the Flame of Penance, and had boarded this huge chapter flagship more than once, so Dimitri only needed to vaguely sense the general direction of the Chaos force to immediately determine the location of the invasion.

The Chaos invasion caused the battleship's main guns to go out of control and fire at the Emperor's holy icon... Based on Dimitri's understanding of Miraak, the chapter commander would never swallow this.

Traces of Chaos corruption and nameless demons summoned by blood and killing can be seen everywhere inside the battleship, fighting and tearing against the regular mortal auxiliary forces on the Fire of Repentance.

But with the arrival of the Grey Knights, even if Dimitri just passed by them a few meters away, these weak demons immediately dissipated with painful groans.

The Grey Knights are psychic-specialized Astartes designed by the Emperor to fight Chaos. Even the most ordinary Grey Knight recruit is the most deadly curse to the demons.

The mortal auxiliary soldiers of the Flame of Repentance Chapter, who had no idea what the Grey Knights were, stared in amazement as the powerful evil they had been fighting dissipated on its own with the arrival of Dimitri's team, and the Grey Knights seemed to be just... passing by.

The Grey Knights, armed with weapons powered by Heavenly Punishment, used their psychic energy to sweep across the land, encountering almost no obstacles that could be considered troublesome along the way.

This is partly because the Sons of Change, as the advance harassment force for this Chaos invasion, do not have many troops to begin with.

On the other hand, before Dimitri arrived, the desecration of the flagship completely enraged the Flame of Repentance Chapter. Chapter Master Miraak and his Glory Guards went on a killing spree in the cabin. In the absence of manpower, even the sleeping fearless veterans were awakened and entered this battle of revenge with endless anger.

Approaching the core cabin, Dimitri could already see the beheaded bodies of Sons of Change warriors lying on the ground against the wall, as well as the armor of the Flame of Repentance soldiers with traces of Chaos corrosion remaining on their armor.

The sounds of gunfire and hacking could still be heard from the direction of the core reactor.

Hearing this voice, Dimitri finally felt relieved.

Miraak did not betray...

"The Chaos traitors will summon demons to fight, and the Flame of Repentance needs our support." Dimitri whispered and quickly approached the entrance to the core cabin.

A bloody battle is taking place under the force field of the fully sealed reactor.

The fearless veterans used their great strength to suppress the powerful demons summoned by the Son of Change. The Glory Guards, who had suffered heavy casualties, followed the Chapter Master and attacked the Chaos Astartes hiding behind the demons again and again. The mortal auxiliaries occupied the firing points above the cabin, constantly looking for fleeting opportunities to provide firepower support to the best of their ability for the warriors of the Fire of Repentance.

Fighting at home in their own base camp, Miraak and his warriors can still hold their own even if the opponent is a Tzeentch charlatan who can summon demons.

But what surprised him was that even in such a fierce battle, even though they were at a disadvantage, this group of cowardly charlatans who believed in Tzeentch unexpectedly had no intention of escaping.

Although they didn't run away, they didn't have the will to fight to the death either... They seemed to be waiting for something, reinforcements? Or...

The powerful psychic power allowed Dimitri to vaguely sense the emotions of the Sons of Change outside the battlefield. The next moment, he led his Grey Knights team into the battlefield.

The fearless veterans who had been suppressing the demons with their strength advantage instantly became the foil of the demon killers. The powerful psychic spells efficiently slaughtered the warp creatures that kept crawling out of the blood, and also caused great damage to the huge Khorne demons.

Yes, these Astartes who believe in Tzeentch are actually summoning Khorne demons to fight for them.

The arrival of his old friend lifted Mirak's spirits, and he immediately rushed forward with the remaining guards to help. Dimitri and several Grey Knights surrounded the Khorne demons with their Sky Punishment Power Spears, and attacked together under the cover of their teammates and comrades.

The fearless veteran gripped the Khorne demon's shoulders tightly, allowing Dimitri to seize the opportunity and pierce the power spear filled with psychic energy deep into the demon's heart, banishing it back to the warp.

Afterwards, the Grey Knights' powerful and pure psychic powers suppressed the evil chaos released by the Sons of Change. Miraak led his team to surround the remaining less than ten Sons of Change. The mortal snipers hiding in the upper firing points also gripped their bolts and aimed at the enemy, waiting for the Chapter Master to launch the final offensive.

"The Emperor will not forgive your heresy, and neither will I." Mirak said, tightening his grip on the power sword in his hand: "Before excommunication, I allow you to state your name."