Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"Will this make you feel better?"

Russell was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and sighed: "Thank you, Gray Wind, I'm much better now."

After saying that, he pinched half of Gray Wind's crying face into a smiling face, and the other half of Gray Wind's face also smiled.

In fact, after calming down, Russell could more or less guess the reason why Mirak left without saying goodbye with the remaining veterans of the Flame of Repentance Regiment. However, that reason was not suitable to be used as an excuse to the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition...it would be better to say that the reason itself was a crime.

In addition, the timing of their disappearance was too coincidental. Even if the Star-Bullet's words carried a lot of weight, he didn't have much confidence that he could keep the number of the Fire of Repentance.

Let's take a step by step.

The Gray Goo mothership quickly returned to the Xihe system and returned to Faya through the L-gate.

Above the star gate that had been repaired urgently, the left hand of the Emperor's statue was still broken, but Russell didn't care about it.

After the Gray Goo mothership flew into the Faya galaxy, the first thing that came into view was a deep red planet covered with a steel frame and various industrial divisions.

The urban planet "Embra".

This planet was originally located in the outer ring of the Faya star system, but was forcibly pushed into the habitable zone by the miraculous efforts of the Adeptus Mechanicus and transformed into an urban planet with full production capacity, an ideal city that constantly devours massive amounts of resources and processes them into high-strength alloys and various military/civilian industrial products.

However, there is a huge symbol on the surface of this ideal city, which can be seen even in space. That is the symbol of the Mechanicus - the gear skull.

The influence of the Mechanicus goes far beyond this. When the Grey Goo mothership left Embla behind and entered the inner ring of the galaxy, the outline of a huge monster emerged, and the star base "Seeker" that anchored itself in the star's orbit was also in sight.

The Zero Storm Projector left behind by the Star-Bomb was installed on top of the star base. This artifact, which could cause a subspace storm on the scale of a star system, was shaped like a three-legged tower and was engraved with obscure Zero characters, but that was in the past.

Today, the central control room of the star base below the Zero Storm Projector has been transformed into a magnificent cathedral. Murals, scriptures and poems praising the Emperor of Mankind can be seen everywhere. Even the Zero characters on the three-legged tower itself have been covered up and printed with the representative gear skull of the Mechanical Society and the sacred imperial double-headed eagle.

This group of charlatans... Seeing the storm projector transformed into the shape of the Empire, Russell inexplicably felt like he was being NTRS.

Russell boarded the Seekers with mixed feelings and attended several post-war meetings led by Alexi in his capacity as Governor-General Falla. They were mainly celebration meetings. Everyone deliberately avoided talking about the Emperor's broken left hand and focused more on emphasizing how many troops and resources the planets they managed had provided for this great victory, exaggerating their own contributions.

After several discussions, Russell felt that he had gained nothing except that he was highly respected in the upper circles of Espanaes and that his words carried little weight.

The Truth Adeptus had been doing well in the arms business recently. After the battle with the Eldar of Fordlan, the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Iron Wanderers had accumulated a large amount of psychic dust and living Eldar captives. The high-performance interceptors, Cyberlux warframes, and destructive weapons that Russell had deployed earlier were basically all bought by them.

In addition, the news spread by Bernatita has spread throughout the entire underground world of the Espenes star zone. It can be foreseen that Russell will not lack psychic fuel for a long time in the future.

And this area will probably become a restricted area for the elves.

It is worth mentioning that the Order of Truth is not a legal organization recognized by the Empire, and of course Russell does not want to be recognized by the Empire. Therefore, the trading of psychic dust has always been similar to the trading process of the black market, and it cannot be brought to the table and done openly.

This is also the reason why Russell did not ask Alexi for help, but instead relied on Bernatita to spread the news.

Chapter 104 The flesh and blood are weak and bitter

After the war, there were a host of troubles to deal with.

For example, the Space Wolves left Nirvana overnight with the standard construction template of the L-Gate provided by the Great Sage Musbell, and quickly returned to their home planet Fenris.

For example, sensitive Inquisitors are trying to uncover the truth behind the huge Eldar fleet that mysteriously disappeared deep in the Lost Dreams Nebula.

For example, the technical priests who came from other star regions to support are staying on Faya's urban planet Embra and refuse to leave; a small sect has split from the state religion at some point in time and firmly believes that the Star-Bullet is an incarnation of the Emperor walking on earth. This sect is currently teetering on the edge of heresy.

In addition to the above, there were many other things that happened in Faya during this period, all of which needed to be dealt with. Russell, who was afraid of trouble, did not stay in Faya for too long. He walked around the Senate and got familiar with the elders who had been replaced, and then ran without hesitation.

After leaving the Seekers Base, Russell notified the two battlecruisers, the Ark of Bliss and the Oracle of Truth, to return to Faya. All the members of the Order of Truth on board also disembarked and returned with him to the underground research base on the southern continent of Faya.

Russell was certainly concerned about the disappearance of the Fire of Repentance, and wanted to try to visit the artificial intelligence core from the dark age of technology as soon as possible, as well as count the various spoils that the Zerg had recovered from the corpses of the Ark World. But before that, Russell felt that he had to fulfill his promise first.

The promise of leading these monks who follow his ideals onto the "path of ascension".

After the Eldar attack on Nifol Prime, nearly half of the Brothers of Truth that Russell had brought with him were lost. Now, including those who stayed in the underground research base in the southern continent, the entire order has a total of no more than 1919 people.

Not even two thousand.

Russell gathered everyone in an open area called the "Altar of Truth" in the center of the underground research base. Most people didn't know why the leader asked them to put down their tasks and gather here. Under the gazes of everyone with mixed doubts and expectations, Russell asked the scientific research director of the research base and everyone else a question:

"What do you think is the most important thing to achieve the goal of seeking and spreading the truth?"

"reason."

The research director with short gray hair answered without hesitation: "There are many weird and idealistic things in the world. Only by remaining true to yourself after experiencing seemingly inexplicable mysterious phenomena, looking at them dialectically with a clear mind and rational thinking, seeking the logic behind them, and exploring the principles behind them, can you seek the boundaries of truth."

"Reason, this is the quality that our generation should possess."

The scientific research director's argument was supported by many people, but there were also people with different views debating with him. Russell listened quietly, and the altar of truth was noisy.

After a long time, when the crowd had calmed down again, Russell finally said his second sentence:

"Reason, patience, spirit of exploration... You all have your own opinions. I cannot give you an authoritative verdict to tell you what is most important. But the only thing I can be sure of is that there is one thing that will never be unimportant at any time."

Russell stretched out a hand and slowly clenched it into a fist:

"force."

In this regard, the dozen or so survivors on the Oracle of Truth at the time and the monks of truth who participated in the subsequent war in the Lost Dream Nebula all felt deeply that if they themselves had strong enough power, many things could have been avoided.

As an academic organization founded by the Star-Ballist himself, Russell never positioned the monks of the Order of Truth as technical geeks who stayed in the base doing research.

Russell needs them to drive the research vessel to expedition across the galaxy, to dig out the echoes of the past from the bottom of the hive city where demons are rampant, to have intimate exchanges with monsters in the chaotic world above, and sometimes even have to compete with the oil man for grave digging... Once academic discussions get heated, fighting is inevitable.

This universe is never friendly. Whether it is excavating ancient ruins, investigating the ecology of the hive city, or even discussing and debating with people with different opinions, the followers of the Star-Bullet need to have enough force to protect themselves and convince others with reason.

Academic organizations have always been full of martial virtues since ancient times.

So Russell brought them a path to ascension.

Gray Wind timely projected a complex and confusing theoretical explanation onto the sky above the Altar of Truth, making its obscure content available to everyone - perhaps for ordinary people, but not necessarily for researchers who have been immersed in the field of science and technology for many years.

Even if they cannot fully understand the true meaning of this theory in a short period of time, it does not prevent them from roughly understanding the general purpose of this theory.

——Quantum neural connection.

By applying quantum theory to neurobiology, the theory can completely unlock undeveloped areas of the human brain and further optimize the connection and interaction of human brain nerves, allowing the transformed humans to have incredibly powerful thinking abilities and thinking and reaction speeds that truly reach physiological limits.

Only the new humans who have undergone quantum neural connection transformation will be able to perfectly control the various powerful bionic prostheses that will be implanted in the body.

"As our exploration steps cross the sky and head towards the sea of ​​stars, we can no longer tolerate the weakness and inefficiency of the human body. In order to fully unleash our potential, body modification and prosthetic implants are imperative."

Flesh and blood are weak, but prosthetic bodies can ascend. This is the path to advancement that the Star-Ballist gives to the Monks of Truth.

"I won't force you to make a choice. Whether you accept this power is entirely up to you." Russell said lightly.

Grey Wind understood what he meant and removed the theoretical outline of "Quantum Neural Connection" from above the Altar of Truth, and instead displayed the general process of prosthetic ascension.

Nearly two thousand people on the altar stared intently at the theoretical knowledge that had been recompiled locally by Gray Wind, and whispered to the people around them from time to time.

They are actually not unfamiliar with prosthetic implants.

The Mechanicus represents one of the heads of the Holy Imperial Two-Headed Eagle. Many of their members are very keen on mechanizing their bodies and adding prosthetics. As time goes by, the degree of transformation becomes more and more advanced, until they turn themselves into a mechanical monster that is completely inhuman.

Many physically disabled workers, soldiers, and nobles would choose to order prosthetics from the Mechanicus to repair their own defects, and there were also many war maniacs who implanted prosthetics simply to gain more power. As long as the price was high enough, the Mechanicus could even transform a mortal into someone more powerful than an Astartes.

In general, the human empire's mechanical prosthesis and artificial implant technology is quite advanced and complete, but - generally not systematic.

In every forge world, even in the same forge world, the styles and degrees of body modification performed by two technical priests are rarely similar. There are a wide variety of prosthetics and implants. Thousands of different types of prosthetics can be made for the same body part, and different objects may not be compatible with each other.

Prosthetic implant surgeries performed by the Adeptus Mechanicus are always accompanied by a very high risk of death and great pain, and they refuse to admit that this has anything to do with their own charlatan behavior of burning incense and praying for half an hour every time they tighten a screw.

But at this moment, the path of prosthetic ascension that Russell placed before the Order of Truth was a standardized, safe, complete, and systematic route for strengthening and transforming the human body.

The basic fine gold skeleton that supports everything, artificial muscle fibers, synaptic nerves, nanorobots that replace red blood cells to supply oxygen to the body while also maintaining and repairing damaged tissues, crystal implants that enhance vision...all these artificial implants fit together, support each other, and are well organized, rebuilding a nearly perfect human body system almost from scratch.

Coupled with the quantum neural connection that can perfectly integrate and manipulate these implants, every Truth Monk present understood how perfect and great this path to ascension is, and that it can even lead an entire race towards ascension.

Although the cyborgs that had undergone perfect transformation were extraordinary in themselves, they still looked no different from ordinary humans, without any additional mechanical arms or weapons. However, their physical fitness alone was enough to put the Emperor's carefully designed Angels of Death: the Astartes at a disadvantage.

Although ordinary cyborgs do not have the same stringent selection criteria as the Astartes, and the hellish training that lacks any humanitarian spirit, and they also lack the combat experience of years of high-pressure combat, they will most likely suffer losses if a real fight breaks out.

"I have a mission for you next." Russell looked around and said, "This mission requires you to drive a ship around and travel to various human planets in the Far East. This journey will pass through large war-torn areas and may encounter many dangers. Therefore, I will only send monks who have completed prosthetic ascension."

"Then make your choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of people came forward. Russell noticed that most of them were crew members who had worked on the Ark of Bliss and the Oracle of Truth. Obviously, having experienced war, they could better understand how important strength is.

Most of the remaining monks of truth finally came forward after much hesitation, and only a small number, including the scientific research director, chose to refuse.

They were the first group of people to support the Imperial Truth and their thinking was the most conservative. Regarding the cybernetic modifications that destroyed the "sacred human body", the attitude of this small group of people was "you change and I don't say anything, you say and I don't change".

It's similar to the Imperium of Man's overall attitude towards the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Russell respected their wishes and did not force them.

"Thank you for trusting me and taking this path of ascension. I am deeply relieved." Russell smiled slightly, and then said: "But I can feel the suppressed resistance and a little fear in your hearts. Therefore, I will perform a complete body transformation and comprehensive prosthetic implantation on one person in this base to complete the first prosthetic ascension - who is willing to be the pioneer to clear the doubts of other colleagues?"

"Me, me, me! Please choose me! Leader, please, wah--!"

Before Russell could finish his words, a short and thin figure rushed out from the crowd excitedly and rushed towards him. However, this figure was obviously too thin, so much so that when he started running, he was tripped by the loose trouser legs of the research uniform and fell in front of Russell.

Gray Wind quickly supported the thin and clumsy guy. It was willing to provide help to the mortals who actively responded to the marshal's call.

But when this person raised his head from Gray Wind's arms and saw her face, Russell felt mixed emotions.

Because he knew this person.

Sensing Russell's subtle reaction, Gray Wind quickly recalled the entire resume of the person in his arms:

——Listia, female, 21 years old, from Farya. At the age of 12, she volunteered to become a slave of the Mechanicus in order to study. During her labor, she showed an extremely devout belief in the God of All Machines and extraordinary talent, which earned her the appreciation of the technical priests.

But just two years later, the 2-year-old Lysitia squeezed all the knowledge of the technical priest who took her in;

In order to learn more knowledge, she gave up her belief in the God of All Things and converted to the state religion. She forged her identity and sneaked into the Northern Rite Cathedral, becoming a miscellaneous nun.

Three years later, Lysitia was sentenced to death for peeking at the magic books in the forbidden room of the church. She successfully escaped from prison the day before the execution and gave up her belief in the God-Emperor and joined the Imperial Truth. Later, she learned about the existence of the Truth Order and joined it decisively.

The infinite knowledge that the Order of Truth possessed from the Star Bullets truly satisfied Lysitia's thirst for knowledge. This was probably the organization where she had stayed the longest... a full 5 years.

I really don’t know how the Truth Order recruits people.

Lysitia does not believe in the God of All Things, nor does she believe in the Emperor. Although she agrees with the dialectical materialism espoused by the Order of Truth, it is just an agreement, and this agreement needs to be put in quotation marks.

It's no wonder that the marshal felt embarrassed when such a person took the initiative to ask to be the first human to undergo prosthetic ascension... After understanding the current situation, Grey Wind released his arms that were holding Lysitia's thin body and retreated back to Russell.

The frail girl straightened her clothes and smiled shyly at Gray Wind. Everyone around her felt that this scene was absurd. Lysitia looked at Russell with eyes full of admiration and desire, so passionate that people dared not look directly into her overly dazzling gaze.

The moment she saw the theory of quantum neural connection, she completely fell in love with this profound and beautiful knowledge, and couldn't wait to see the actual effect of putting this theory into practice.

It’s best to practice on yourself.

Looking at Lysitia's eager expression, Russell seemed to be able to feel the extremely hot temperature in her eyes. Gray Wind watched his reaction without saying a word. It wanted to reject Lysitia on behalf of the marshal, but did not speak.

"Okay, it's you." Russell nodded helplessly.

"Praise you! Great and wise leader! The guide for those of us who seek knowledge! Praise you!" Lysitia was so excited that she wanted to lie on the ground and hug Russell's thighs...knees.