Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Seeing this, Grey Wind didn't say anything more. It respected Russell's decision.

Next, Gray Wind will personally take charge of making this thin girl the first human to embark on the path of prosthetic ascension.

Chapter 105 Unforgiven

"First, all the bones in the body must be removed and replaced with a tailor-made adamantine skeleton."

"The adamantium skeleton is strong and heavy, and needs to be implanted with reinforcing fibers, tendon coils, and electronic muscle bundles for propulsion."

“Extra synaptic nerves enable the brain to have fine-grained control over the body.”

"Replacing red blood cells and the human immune system with controlled micro-nano robots, conferring powerful adaptability and recovery capabilities."

"Remove the heart and replace it with a more powerful singularity reactor to provide energy for artificial organs throughout the body..."

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"Finally, there is the quantum neural connection that manages all implants."

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Unlike the Oil Man who was keen on accumulating all kinds of strange devices and prosthetics on himself, Grey Wind's "integrated prosthetic transformation" for Lysitia was just a replacement and strengthening of the original body organs, without any additional extension and transformation.

If the renovation style of the Mechanical Order is to patch up a small building and continuously add additional buildings, finally a strange-shaped towering building will be built.

Then the integrated prosthetic transformation in the first stage of prosthetic ascension is just laying a simple and solid foundation.

It is far from perfect and cannot cope with all environments. But it is powerful enough, stable enough, and expandable enough. What changes will be made on this basis or more prostheses will be installed to obtain some additional capabilities will depend on work needs and personal preferences.

On the basis of a sufficiently stable game, players are free to use any mod they want.

The transformation of Lystia was not bloody, and the scientific research director could even bring several senior truth monks to watch the operation. Because at the beginning of the operation, the blood in her body was completely replaced by nanorobots, and after the blood vessels were cut open, what flowed out was a micro-mechanical current that disguised itself as red liquid.

The entire operation took about 6 Terra months, with no postoperative recovery period. It just took time to adjust and adapt to the powerful biological computing power brought by the quantum neural connection and the thinking and reaction speed that reached the physiological limit.

To a cyborg who has just completed the first stage of ascension, the words and actions of anyone else seem to be in slow motion.

During these six months, Russell had been following the news about the missing Flame of Penance Chapter. After the unremitting investigation of the Inquisition and the various assistance provided by the Adeptus Mechanicus, they finally came to a conclusion that was basically nonsense to Russell:

Mirak and the others left with a strong purpose, as if they were tracking a certain target.

Russell was so embarrassed that he wanted to scold them, "You guys have been investigating this for half a year, and this is all you found?"

He was just feeling depressed when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open and Huifeng, wearing a female navy uniform, ran in excitedly.

Although he was sitting on a single sofa, Gray Wind didn't mind squeezing in with the Marshal and sat down on Russell's lap.

"Why are you so happy?" Russell adjusted his legs to make Gray Wind sit more comfortably, and asked, "Did you meet the pastor of the state religion who promotes the theory that the Star Bullet is the Emperor again?"

"Yes! But that's not what I want to talk about." Gray Wind shook his head, put his index finger on his lips, and said as if he was thinking about something: "The Inquisitor nicknamed Blood Lion tracked down Miraak's whereabouts. They found an uninhabited star system in the northeast of the Faya coordinate system. It seems that a chase battle took place in the star system, and there are a lot of ship wreckage floating in the deep space."

"Among the wreckage is a destroyed destroyer that was cut in half - that was the ship Miraak left on before he disappeared."

The ships are destroyed?

Moreover, after 6 months, if nothing unexpected happened, Miraak and the 38 veterans of the Fire of Repentance he brought with him were probably in danger. Russell couldn't help but be a little surprised, but at the same time, he could basically confirm one thing: the one who fought with the Fire of Repentance in that galaxy was probably a fallen angel.

"It took almost half a year to find the debris because the binary star system in that galaxy was artificially detonated decades ago. The destructive flares from the star explosion have not faded yet. The interior and surrounding areas of the galaxy are still filled with a large amount of radioactive dust and harmful rays, obscuring the chase - yes, it was the galaxy that I detonated back then."

Grey Wind still remembered that he was ordered by the Marshal to catalyze the star to cause an explosion in order to annihilate Coronia's Hive Fleet. But now he regretted that he should have allowed the stellar fusion to brew for a longer time to accumulate more energy. In that case, even if the Hive Fleet tried harder, it would not be able to protect the Queen from surviving successfully... Well, that was just an angry remark.

Grey Wind was surprised that he would have such an irrational thought, while Russell was very confused.

"Miraak was chasing a Fallen Angel, how did he end up there?" He didn't quite understand. Even if the Dark Angels' sub-groups were crazy about catching Fallen Angels, the Fallen Angels at least still had some rationality and would not panic and rush into the Jedi where the destructive flare had just faded a little.

"Fallen angel? What is that?" Gray Wind had never heard him talk about this before and was very curious: "And why are you so concerned about Miraak's disappearance?"

They were just a group of genetically modified human warriors. Lystia, who had just completed the first stage of prosthetic ascension, was stronger than them in terms of physical hardware, but she lacked training and combat experience. It thought that Russell's interest in this matter was a bit unreasonable.

"The people from the Inquisition should be investigating there. Hmm... Before waiting for their results, I'm going to tell you a story about the Dark Angels, which I haven't told you for the first time in a long time." Russell said softly.

"Yes, go ahead." It had been a long time since I heard the marshal tell stories, and Huifeng was very happy.

Russell smiled upon seeing this. He placed his right hand on Gray Wind's shoulder, which was unexpectedly warm and soft. "I am not concerned about Miraak and his good brothers. Dozens of Astartes are not qualified to divert my energy from other more important projects. What really interests me is the Dark Angels and the Fallen Angels."

"The Flame of Repentance Chapter was once a sub-chamber of the Dark Angels Legion."

"As I told you before, the Emperor of Mankind created 20 Astartes Legions. During the Horus Heresy, apart from the 2nd and 11th Legions that disappeared, half of the remaining 18 Legions chose to stand against the Imperium, either following the Warmaster Horus or having other plans of their own.

But in fact... the Dark Angels, which are ostensibly loyal, have also launched a rebellion."

"When Lion King led half of the Dark Angels back to their home planet 'Caliban', the other half of the Dark Angels who stayed behind clashed with them. In this battle, Lion King disappeared, Caliban was completely destroyed, and countless Dark Angels were drawn into the vortex of time and space, and were randomly thrown to various points in the future."

"The Dark Angels regarded this rebellion launched by half of their forces as the greatest shame and most important secret of the Legion, and called the traitors in the civil war the 'Fallen Angels'."

"In the following ten thousand years, although the Dark Angels were split up, the various sub-groups of the Dark Angels maintained a de facto connection with the parent group through a secret system called the 'Inner Ring'. They called themselves the 'Unforgiven', and their main mission for ten thousand years was to hunt down the fallen angels who were randomly drawn into the vortex of time and space and appeared at various times and places, to ensure that the secret of the legion's rebellion was not known to outsiders, and to protect the name of the Dark Angels from being tarnished."

Gray Wind said, "Oh~" and showed an expression that said, "I understand now." "No wonder Miraak only took the veterans of the original regiment away, and left without saying goodbye to anyone."

It turned out that they were afraid that the legion’s scandal would be exposed.

It is obvious that the fallen angels were not randomly thrown into the galaxy by the vortex of time and space, otherwise they would most likely die on the spot.

"Then why did the Fallen Angels flee into the Destruction Flare?" After figuring out the situation, Grey Wind had the same doubts as Russell: "In the report sent back by the Blood Lion, only one of the large number of ship wreckage was driven out by Miraak. The others were unlicensed black ships that had not been registered with the Empire."

The number of Fallen Angels' ships was simply many times greater than that of Miraak, which almost eliminated the possibility that they were being chased and fled into the Flare Galaxy.

"If you ask me, I don't know either." Russell was quite helpless.

He dropped his hand, which had nowhere to put, on Huifeng's leg and touched it casually, then felt that something was wrong. He applied a little more force and pinched it again, but it still didn't feel right.

So he asked, "What's on your mind? Today, the simulated thigh feels much harder than a normal human female's. I thought it was the gluteus maximus of a battle sister. Are you too absent-minded?"

In Russell's impression, Gray Wind's human mimicry was rarely distorted unless it was particularly emotional or its attention was diverted by some task that required massive computing power.

"No, no..." Gray Wind puffed out his chest to show that he was completely fine. His legs wrapped in his uniform trousers became soft again, just like human fat:

"Try to touch it again. It's definitely very soft now."

You're being stubborn again. You were like this on the hatching planet before... No, it seemed like you were in a different state back then.

After thinking about it, Russell gave up. He thought that even if a micro-machine collective consciousness like Gray Wind really wanted to hide something, he would not be able to guess it, so he simply gave up.

Russell pushed Gray Wind, who was sitting on him and refused to get down, off the sofa, stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, and walked out of the room quickly.

As soon as the door opened, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes that shone brightly like diamonds in the sun. Those were eyes that had vision-enhancing lenses implanted in them.

Lysitia, who had just completed the integrated prosthetic transformation, stood at the door. The two looked at each other in surprise.

"When did you get here?" Russell asked.

"Uh, when you said 'I don't know'..." Lysitia immediately lowered her head and said.

Well, at least he figured out the reason why Gray Wind suddenly became absent-minded and his mimicry was distorted. Russell held his forehead with one hand, glanced over, and took a brief and measured look at Lysitia standing in front of him.

Originally, Lysitia was short and thin, always bending over. A young girl looked like a wretched old man. After body transformation and a full set of prosthetic implants, she did not turn into a cyberpunk robot girl, but her figure became fuller and taller than before, and her complexion looked healthier and more energetic.

But Russell knew that with the reinforcement of her tendon coils and electronic muscle bundles, she could crush the Space Marine's skull directly.

"You've adapted to your new body much faster than I expected. You can already move around freely." Russell looked at you carefully and nodded with satisfaction. "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Lystia immediately replied as if she had been waiting for a long time: "It's like this. After me, more than a dozen colleagues have completed the integrated prosthetic transformation. They are in the adaptation period and should be able to get through it soon. So I want to know in advance what task you originally planned to assign to us?"

"Didn't the research director tell you?... That's right, he doesn't like you very much." Russell just remembered this. To be precise, the entire Order of Truth doesn't like her very much. Lysitia's popularity is terribly bad.

After sorting out his scattered thoughts, Russell said, "I have successfully requested a very delicate authority from the Esbonis Sector Government - the right to conscript soldiers."

"I can legally recruit soldiers from any funding planet in the Far Eastern Frontier, with a quota of one person per planet per year. Of course, the number is not important, this is a pass. With this authority, you can freely enter and exit various star systems and hives in my name, and investigate some secrets that even the Inquisitors find difficult to touch."

Russell smiled and pointed his right hand at Lystia's left chest, where the singularity reactor was dormant. "You should have understood what kind of power you have. I believe you can do it."

Lystia nodded, "As you wish, Leader."

Then, she asked, "So our mission is to go to each major galaxy, disperse into various hives or planets with a long history in the name of conscription, go deep into the lower nests, and collect and investigate various useful information for you?"

She had completed the first stage of ascension, but there was still some fear in her tone.

The bottom of the hive city has always been a gathering place for evil spirits. There are all kinds of things in it: cultists, psykers, criminals, gene stealers, and even remnants of the dark age of technology. It is not surprising to occasionally encounter a living iron man...

Most people would not dare to set foot in the filthy lower nest area easily. Even for the truth monks who have ascended to heaven through prosthetic bodies and possess extraordinary powers, their survival rate in such a place would not be very good.

If half of the ten people survive, it would be a blessing from the Star-Shooter.

"Don't worry, scientists need to bring assistants when they go out for research."

Russell comforted him, "Every truth monk is a staunch follower of my ideals. The life of each of you is precious to me. I will certainly not let you take risks alone."

"By then, there will be a powerful enough force accompanying you to ensure that the Brothers of Truth can carry out their work safely even in the most dangerous lower levels of the hive."

Listening to the leader's gentle instructions, Lystia felt a little guilty.

Chapter 106 "Anti-Entropy"

After Russell sent Lysitia away, Grey Wind came out of the room reluctantly. He looked guilty as if he had done something wrong, and lowered his head, not daring to look Russell in the eye.

This made him feel subtly uncomfortable.

In the past, Gray Wind always pretended to be rather arrogant and playful in order to hide the meticulous and cold rationality of the Micro-Mechanical Gestalt; but now it is just the opposite. It often needs to deliberately act serious and unkind in order to cover up the impulse and emotion that it occasionally reveals inadvertently.

In this universe, the situation that happened to Grey Wind was inevitably terrifying. If Grey Wind had not been with him all day, Russell would have suspected that it had been contaminated by some Chaos Evil God.

How about we disinfect it tonight?

Later that day, the research director handed Russell a new ship design that his team had just drawn for review.

Since Russell gave them the path to prosthetic ascension half a year ago, the Order of Truth has split into two factions;

The "pragmatists", represented by Lysitia, have undergone prosthetic transformation and are about to leave Faya for the Far Eastern frontier. They will conduct various investigations and studies in various parts of the star field in the name of conscription and verify their theories in practice.

The "theoretical school", represented by the scientific research director, refused to ascend through prosthetics, maintained a conservative attitude, and chose to stay in the research base to continue various theoretical research.

The practitioners regarded the journey they were about to embark on as a social practice to test the ideals of the Order of Truth and a "missionary" to spread the truth, and from then on they called themselves "missionaries."

In order to support the missionaries' next actions, Russell asked hundreds of theoretical monks headed by the scientific research director to design a new scientific research exploration ship with excellent performance and equipped with all necessary research equipment, and put it into production as soon as possible.

After putting aside all other tasks, the scientific research director led the research team to integrate and optimize the many black technologies obtained from the Mechanicus over the years with more than a dozen special technologies from the Human Federation, and finally designed the research vessel blueprint in Russell's hand.

Russell spread the thick stack of drawings handed over by the research director on the table and opened the cover.

This research vessel, named "Swordfish", looks more like a dolphin, and its size is between a frigate and a destroyer. The ship's keel adopts a multi-section splicing design that imitates the biological spine, allowing the hull to withstand a considerable degree of bending deformation. It is particularly graceful when traveling at high speeds, and indeed looks like a swimming fish.

In addition to the conventional stealth field and shield configuration, the smooth silver-white body of the Sailfish research vessel is also equipped with both psychic and tachyon sensors. However, because the internal space needs to carry many research equipment, the hull itself is only equipped with the most basic self-defense firepower - Sky Cloud Lightning, Tornado Missiles and Destroyer Torpedoes.

All aspects of the performance of this research vessel have been perfected, and Huifeng is very satisfied with it.