Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The starports all over the planet and the ancient ships anchored in them were originally taken by the nobles as their private property. The local mechanical repair association of Faya, which lacked support, was suppressed for a long time and seemed to have no interest in maintaining these ancient equipment, often slacking off.

As the nobles were liquidated, all the ships with space capabilities were destroyed, and there was another beautiful ancient ship above my head waiting for me to explore...

The fanatical Mechanicists began to work frantically day and night. Their desire for knowledge and technology drove them to mobilize all their manpower and resources to repair the paralyzed starport and the ships in it.

Several respected technical priests requested an audience with the Governor, hoping to obtain permission to study this ancient giant ship. Naturally, these requests were all rejected by Russell.

He announced that he would give a global speech and then closed the door to the audience.

During the time he was writing his speech, the situation in Fallas, which had been stagnant, began to become active.

After learning of this, the priests of the state religion announced loudly that the huge ship hanging in the sky was a holy relic handed down from ancient times and should belong to the supreme human emperor. They also held several large-scale sacrificial activities at the location of the first moon.

The meaning is self-evident.

After several unsuccessful meetings, the Mechanical Repair Association began to turn its attention to the Gray Gu carrier-based aircraft that cruised back and forth over the Governor's Palace 24 hours a day.

From then on, the two forces began to fight openly and secretly, and competed to win over the planetary governor who had control of the ship.

After about a week of undercurrents, Russell finally walked out of the Governor's Mansion and announced that he would start his speech today.

The Mechanical Society, eager to show their goodwill, had already made sufficient preparations for this. They worked day and night to build large-scale communication equipment in every important city on the north and south continents of Faya, so that Russell's image could be projected above everyone.

Not to be outdone, the state religion used its own appeal to attract countless miners and farmers into the cities, and every projector was packed with people.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Russell rubbed his dark circles, yawned, and began his speech.

The theme of the speech is: "Make Humanity Great Again".

Rather than being a speech, the document in Russell's hand should perhaps be called a "water-balancing declaration" that can meet the needs of all parties.

When the speech began, the Titan ship that had been hiding on the back of the first moon all this time also arrived above the planet, silently releasing its enormous majesty.

Taking "the human heritage of the golden age" as the theme and endorsement, Russell began to proclaim in a high-sounding manner how powerful and glorious human civilization once was.

The reason why the more formal term "Dark Age of Technology" was not used was to make the words more convincing and inflammatory.

To the state religion, he claimed that he could find the ancient artifact that could power the battleship, and that it was because of the guidance of the Emperor that he would abide by the will of the Emperor himself, and with the help of ancient technology, make mankind great again and return to that glorious era.

To the Mechanical Repair Society, he expressed his willingness to share with them all the cutting-edge technologies stored in the battleship's main brain database, and to make public many of the technological products and design drawings of ancient humans for the Mechanical Repair Society to study and build.

To the planetary government, he vowed to open up more star systems, expand the frontiers of the empire, and extend the authority of Falla to further places, which also means more establishment and more funding.

To the working people, he promised to use the great technology of ancient creations to improve productivity, ensure a good harvest, develop industry, and ensure that everyone has enough food and clothing and no longer has to endure the suffering of poverty and hunger.

As for the Imperial Truth Faction, there was no mention of it at all.

Russell ended his speech, which would completely change the interstellar situation, by saying "Make Humanity Great Again" and "Golden Spirit".

The whole of Faya was in an uproar, and the same words echoed in every city like a tsunami.

"Make humanity great again!"

The Bishop of the State Church and the technical priest representative of the Mechanicum both requested to meet with Russell as soon as the speech ended, and rushed to the Governor's Palace to wait.

Russell threw the speech that was destined to go down in history into the trash can and entered the conference room wearing a heavy ceremonial white robe.

The Bishop of the State Church and the representative of the Technical Priest of the Mechanical Society, "Gauss", had been waiting here for a long time.

The three leaders talked all night in the conference room and quickly signed a series of agreements with an efficiency that was unimaginable for the Imperial Ministry of the Interior.

These include:

Russell allowed and supported the state religion to enjoy the privilege of priority missionary work in Faya and all new galaxies he would open up in the future, and accepted their application for his nomination as a living saint. Of course, Russell felt that he would most likely not be nominated for such a trivial matter, and this was just a gesture.

In return, the state church will fully support his pioneering work and promote his great and glorious image among believers.

Russell will hand over some ancient technological artifacts and blueprints to the Mechanical Society for research as soon as possible. The Mechanical Society will then need to pledge allegiance to him and hand over all its productivity to him.

As for the so-called ancient technology and ancient blueprints, they are actually a complete set of human federation technology tree stored in Gray Wind's main consciousness.

Chapter 7 Trading

Generally speaking, politicians are considered very professional if they can fulfill 20% of their promises. Most of the time, they just make big promises to gain support and then forget about their previous promises.

What’s different about Russell is that he really intends to fully realize his promise.

When the tripartite meeting ended, it was almost dawn.

The bishop of the state religion hurried out of the Governor's Palace to prepare publicity matters with the believers, while Gauss, the representative of the Mechanicus, was in no hurry to leave.

He sat opposite Russell, and even though there was a round table between them, Russell could still feel the scarlet light coming out of the artificial eye on his left cheek.

He knew that this hungry seeker of knowledge would not leave willingly unless he got something.

Russell was prepared for this. He clapped his hands lightly, and the door of the conference room was gently pushed open.

A maid dressed as a girl walked into the room and placed a silver round plate next to the technical priest representative Gauss. The plate itself was nothing special, but the thing on the plate attracted the attention of Gauss's two eyes, one real and one fake.

It was an archive for storing data, a common style used in the Empire.

"This... this is..." Gauss's voice trembled slightly.

"A standard manufacturing template for an ancient machine called a 'Replicator Terminal'. Several prerequisite technologies for its manufacture are also stored in it."

The girl in the maid skirt said softly: "The complete replicator terminal can scan and store the molecular information of various objects, and achieve mass production through a similar replication method..."

Before he finished his words, a mechanical arm stretched out from behind Gauss and impatiently grabbed the archive file on the table.

"Wan, the God of All Things..."

He gently and carefully inserted the file into the brain-computer interface on his left ear and began to read the data inside with an extremely pious posture, as if he was on a pilgrimage.

Just 30 seconds later, Gauss tremblingly pulled the save file from his ear and put it back in the center of the plate, and his body slid off the chair and knelt on the ground.

Although he was facing Russell when he knelt, Russell knew that Gauss was not kneeling for him, but for the save file.

30 seconds was not enough to browse through all the design data of the copier terminal, but just the small amount of information read in such a short time was enough for him to exclaim in wonder and worship this ordinary archive.

The replicator terminal was not a magical device for the Empire, but in a small place like Faya, even the Mechanical Repair Society here had never seen much of it.

Gauss muttered a sacrificial message that Russell couldn't understand, praising the God of All Machines 13 times in different tones, high and low. He then got up from the ground with a slight tremor all over his body, and carefully placed the archived file on the table into his chest - in the same place as his mechanical heart.

At this time, Gauss looked at Russell with an extremely fanatical look, and his only remaining human eye was burning with endless greed and piety. His voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "God of All Machines..."

The maid next to her frowned, her tender little face full of disgust.

Russell smiled politely at Gauss and said, "I need you to spread these technologies publicly and not keep them to yourself. After you finish this work, there will be many other ancient technologies that need you to study and decipher."

"There's more! There's more?!"

The overwhelming feeling of happiness almost caused Gauss's brain to short-circuit. It took him several minutes to force himself to calm down. He bowed deeply to Russell and said, "Yes, yes, I will give you everything I have..."

Gauss is gone.

The girl in a maid outfit walked around the table to Russell, tilted her head to look at him, and asked curiously, "Why did the marshal specifically ask him not to keep secrets?"

"All the members of the Mechanical Society are like this. They have an incomprehensible religious fanaticism for knowledge and technology. They are keen on seeking lost knowledge and advanced technology, and they collect it like hamsters and never share it with others, and always take it into the coffin."

Russell felt a little overwhelmed as he spoke, so he shook his head and smiled, "If I don't use more knowledge as bait, he would definitely rather die than let anyone see the archive even once."

Gray Wind put his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly, "He is a hopeless fellow. No wonder the Marshal chose the Imperial Truth Faction instead of them."

Russell did not comment.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "By the way, Gray Wind, why did you look at Gauss with such contempt just now? Did he do anything?"

Gray Wind shook his head. "No, there was no trick. But when Gauss got the save file just now, my sensor detected a certain reaction in his reproductive system. In short, he was in heat for the save file."

Okay, this is very oily.

Russell was even more convinced.

After despising Gauss with Grey Wind for five minutes, Russell stood up from his chair, stretched, and walked towards the door of the conference room.

"Come on, Gray Wind, we need to go back to our room."

"Great!"

Gray Wind's eyes lit up, and he happily trotted after him, looking very excited:

"Marshal, you fell asleep before you finished your story last night... I want to know what happened to the Fire Dragon Lord Volkan in the end? Did he really perish together with the beast? Can't he be resurrected?... You must finish your story before you can go to sleep today!"

Russell rubbed his dark circles and thought to himself that this marshal was just lame~

It has to be said that Warhammer 40K is indeed an extremely complex story system.

At first, Russell only intended to explain the world view here to Grey Wind so as to facilitate future actions, but as he spoke, there were more and more things to say.

After all, to explain humanity’s extreme rejection of artificial intelligence, it’s natural to inevitably mention the Iron Man Rebellion;

To explain the relationship between the Astartes and the Chaos Astartes, we have to talk about the Horus Heresy;

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

Fortunately, Gray Wind didn't hate listening to stories. Rather, he liked them very much.

Russell had just come to the end of Beast Wars, the fall of the Fire Dragon Lord, and Grey Wind had been pestering him, refusing to let him go to sleep until he had finished this part.

Perhaps in Gray Wind's long and boring life, few people will stay with it like this and tell it new things.

Glory and courage, betrayal and anger, pride and prejudice...all of these are so new to this life composed of nanorobots.

If the Horus Heresy broke the backbone of the Empire of Man, then the Beast Wars drained the flesh and blood from it. Since then, the country has essentially been declared dead, leaving only a rotten and swollen corpse, which can only rely on its huge size and religious fanaticism to maintain its existence until now. "

Chapter 8 Soul Stone

Russell forced himself to stay awake and told Gray Wind the end of the war, then prepared to go to bed.

He hurriedly lay down on the bed and covered himself with the quilt without even changing his clothes. Gray Wind was still full of energy. He sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his sockless legs, and tilted his head to look at Russell, who was as sleepy as a panda, with a very happy and satisfied look.

I understand, I understand. It's that satisfying feeling when you finally finish a novel you like, right? Russell understands this.

"Marshal..." Gray Wind showed a gentle smile and said softly, "I'm so glad I found you."

"Well, okay..." Russell said perfunctorily. He was almost dying of sleep.

After understanding this universe, Grey Wind realized how lucky he was.

If its initial landing point was not in the uninhabited sky outside the Milky Way, but in the Eye of Terror, or somewhere in the Imperial Star Region, it would have been attacked without knowing the cause. Even with a jump engine, it would not be able to escape the war that was spreading across the entire Milky Way.

They may not even get the chance to understand this universe. They may die in a war, a warp storm, or encounter greenskin fleets, hive fleets, Eldar fleets, Necron fleets, Chaos fleets... all kinds of evil fleets.

But that's just if.