Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The dead Fordlan Ark World no longer had any power, and the swarm of insects, with their floating tentacles surrounding its corpse, drifted aimlessly in the void.

However, when the Grey Goo mothership was catapulted to the vicinity of the Ark World following the psychic beacon sent by Coroniai, Grey Wind's sensors were surprised to find that after gnawing on Fordlan's corpse for so long, Coroniai's swarm had not increased in size much due to the massive biomass supplement. Instead, the size of the fleet became increasingly sparse. Transport worms with bulging bellies loaded with biomass solution kept coming from the surrounding galaxies and flying to the Ark World.

It’s as if it’s not the Ark World that’s feeding the Zerg, but the Zerg that’s feeding the Ark World instead.

"What's going on?" Huifeng was a little confused.

The closer you get, the more things you can see - a considerable portion of the wraithbone structures on the Ark world that had long since fallen apart had been repaired at some point, and the main keel was still intact, supporting the entire world ship from further collapse.

"After devouring enough Eldar Bonesingers, Coroniai initially mastered the technique of using his own psychic energy to shape spiritual bones."

Russell explained: "It is trying to repair and assimilate the wraithbone structure of this Craft World Ship, transform it into a new Hive World Mothership, and let its consciousness enter it and become the new world soul."

Wraithbone is not a conventional material, but a kind of Warp crystal that relies on psychic power to manipulate. It is light, tough, and versatile, and can be molded into any shape according to the wishes of the Bonesinger, from the close-fitting bra of a howling banshee to the sturdy keel that supports an entire ark world. They are all made of wraithbone.

In addition, this metaphysical material can also be used for subspace communications, storing spiritual energy... and even shielding against subspace invasions.

For the Coroniai, it was a great bargain to create such excellent building materials with only psychic shaping without consuming biomass, and it liked it very much. The Great Devourer happened to be able to devour the genes of other races by devouring them alive, absorbing the advantages of them and using them to optimize its own gene sequence.

This kind of evolutionary ability gives people a feeling of the web game "starting with a Kun, and evolution depends entirely on swallowing".

After approaching, the Zerg warships floating around the Ark World consciously made room for the Grey Goo mothership so that it could dock above the huge warship. Grey Wind separated a subprocess to control the humanoid construct, followed Russell out of the mothership, and came to the Fordola Ark World.

The originally elegant and beautiful Ark world changed its previous style after being infected and assimilated by the Zerg, becoming dark and hideous. The protozoa scattered all over the world carried out their projects in an orderly manner. The scarlet mycelium took root in the neat spirit bone structure, and the main body of the world was gradually covered by chitinous structure.

The brain worms and psychic node creatures controlled by Coroniai roam around the Ark World like ghosts, using psychic energy to repair and shape the broken spirit bone structure, and singing the songs that Coroniai learned from the Eldar with the faint sound of souls. The songs are gentle and sad. Even though they don't speak the same language, Russell can still feel the rich emotions contained in the songs.

"It's like the set of a doomsday movie." Russell looked around briefly, then cast a teleportation spell, shaking off the mess under his feet, and teleporting himself and Grey Wind to the location of the beacon sent by Coronia, the core of the Ark World.

"I am delighted to see you here, my Lord..."

As soon as the teleportation spell ended, a sweet and refreshing fragrance came to my face along with Coronia's soft and tender voice.

Russell raised his eyes. Above his head was a vast blue-purple sky. Beneath his feet was an endless land covered with a soft fungal carpet. It felt like if he took a wrong step he would sink into it.

This is the core world of Fordlan Ark.

A towering tree made of spirit bones and flesh grows in the center of this world. It is literally towering. Its crown is connected to the sky and its roots run through the earth. Coroniai is waiting for its master under the tree.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. His psychic power could sense that this tree had soul and life, and... many souls and many lives.

Countless umbilical cord-like filamentous organic structures hang down from the tree canopy, like a jungle of flesh and blood, connected below are pink "bud"-like things. In the boundless silence, one can even hear the faint heartbeats germinating from countless buds. Countless "umbilical cords" are flowing with sticky liquids of suspicious composition, which are continuously injected into the buds, nourishing the new life being gestated inside.

That was the origin of the countless life activities sensed by Russell.

It is worth mentioning that although there are many buds, they are still too scarce compared to the size of this towering tree. Approaching one of them, Russell quickly understood the reason: each flesh and blood bud is connected to two symmetrical glands that look familiar. He has seen such glands before - in the secret room where the Blood Lion tortured the Eldar captives.

The number doesn't match, and there are traces of acquired growth connection at the connection between the bacula and the umbilical cord. It can be seen that these bacula and glands are not grown from the tree of flesh and blood itself, but are picked from somewhere else and then connected here.

Taking a deep breath of the intoxicating air filled with sweet fragrance, Russell roughly understood what Coronie was doing here.

Gray Wind followed Russell calmly through the dense umbilical cords that hung down like a woman's long hair. It did not react at all. It was not an organic life and had no concept of family affection and ethics. Even such a bizarre scene was nothing special to it.

The man and the plane passed through the bloody jungle one after another, came under the tree, and saw Coroniai waiting there.

The carrier of Coroniai's consciousness here is not the image of a queen insect like its original body, but a female humanoid creature about 2.1 meters tall, with a voluptuous body, smooth and graceful curves, and a beautiful face without any flaws. It looks between the elves and humans, like a statue of a goddess carefully carved by the most talented artist with the greatest effort.

"Can you put on some clothes?" Russell asked. "It may not make sense, but I still hope you can wear some fabric."

Chapter 109 Warp Engine

The reason why Coronia's body is said to be between the Eldar and humans is that although its figure is soft and tall, its posture is not as slender as that of the Eldar, but instead appears to be more plump and full.

Because the Aida elves do not have "fat" in their bodies, but the Coroniai do, and in considerable amounts, so their body fat percentage is not low.

Russell didn't quite understand why Coroniai had to squeeze out so much fat that could be called a burden on his body. This was not in line with the Tyranids' consistent style of being frugal and never wasting biomass in any meaningless way.

The only thing he was sure of was that facing such a body, he probably wouldn't be able to talk about business calmly.

Seeing that Coronie was a little at a loss, Russell unbuttoned his chest calmly, took off his coat and handed it to him. Coronie immediately took it with both hands obediently, put on the coat he had just taken off, buttoned up both rows of buttons, and wrapped her snow-white and plump upper body.

Master?" Coronie's voice was filled with doubt.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Russell took a long breath and adjusted his mentality. He looked up at the tree canopy supported by spirit bones and grown by flesh and blood, and asked, "Have you completed the task assigned to you before? What's the matter with this tree?"

When it came to business, Koroni's attitude immediately became serious: "Master, you asked me to crack the genes of the Eldar and find a way to make them reproduce quickly, but the genes of this race are very complex and seem to have been modified by very sophisticated biological genetic engineering. I spent a lot of time and only cracked the shallow part of the genetic code. The deeper part is extremely strictly artificially encrypted and cannot be cracked in a short time."

Russell nodded. He was mentally prepared for this result.

The Eldar are a psychic race brought up by the Old Ones. Their genes, like those of the Orks, have been sculpted and transformed by the Old Ones' miraculous genetic engineering. Although the DNA of the Eldar has degraded like the Orks due to the baptism of time and their own indulgence and depravity, and they have lost many of their abilities, the complexity of their genes has only increased.

It was an unexpected surprise for Russell that Coroniai could crack the shallow coding of the Eldar genes in such a short time.

"Because the DNA of the Eldar cannot be cracked in a short period of time, I cannot directly use cloning technology to mass-produce them, so I chose another relatively inefficient but simpler method." Coroniai said, clapping his hands lightly.

Before the applause had died down, slender figures, as tall as Coronie's but not as plump, appeared on both sides of its body, accompanied by flashes of psychic light.

Fortunately, I wore clothes this time...

They were female Eldar warriors lined up in neat rows, wearing full sets of spirit bone armor that fitted their bodies. Each female warrior wore a rather ferocious-looking banshee mask on her head. If Russell remembered correctly, this group of warriors should be called "Howling Banshees".

Howling Banshees are highly maneuverable melee Eldar that can unleash terrifying psychic screams.

"The Eldar's conception process is very long, so I removed the ovaries and uteruses of all the female individuals of the Fodlan Eldar and connected them to this Mother Tree of Life, so that they can continue to produce new Eldar young without interruption under the nourishment of the Mother Tree."

Koroni said, looking at the Eldar howling banshees behind him: "After removing the organs needed by the Mother Tree of Life, the remaining body can also be used for all other purposes you need. The physical fitness and psychic potential of the Eldar are excellent. Whether they are burned into psychic dust or implanted with memories after brainwashing to serve as soldiers, they are both excellent choices - or both."

Russell nodded, expressing his satisfaction with Coronie's work, but before he could ask his next question, Coronie answered it first:

"But the only soldiers I can provide you are female individuals. Because the Eldar need to continuously inject a large amount of genetic material during the conception process, the Mother Tree of Life needs to continuously extract genetic material from a large number of male individuals to nourish these buds. Please understand, Master."

From then on, the female individuals conceived from these flesh and blood buds would have their buds removed after they reached puberty, while the male individuals would be kept in captivity and exploited for life as livestock, similar to dairy cows, to produce genetic material.

"It's okay. I know a little bit about the Eldar's reproduction method..." Russell nodded and said, "You did a great job. It far exceeded my expectations."

Although only female soldiers are available, due to the individual quality of the Eldar, the combat effectiveness of these "banshees" is already far higher than that of ordinary Astartes recruits, and they can be produced continuously.

After receiving the praise from its master, Coronie couldn't help but reveal a bright smile. It approached Russell, bent down slightly, and lowered its head as if expecting something.

Russell thought about it, then reached out a hand and gently stroked the back of Coronie's head.

Russell could feel its body trembling slightly with the movement and strength of his touch. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was touching some other sensitive part instead of the head.

So weird.

"In addition to soldiers, I need you to provide me with something else." Russell retracted his hand and said in a calm and deliberate tone: "...What are you shaking about?"

"No! Nothing." Coronie straightened up quickly, with two sickly blushes on her fair cheeks: "What else do you need me to do, Master?"

"Warp engine." Russell said, "I'm going to build a batch of FTL exploration ships next. This type of ship is not suitable for carrying jump engines with a long cooling time. Warp engines will be a more suitable choice, but you know that only you can manufacture this type of engine at present."

Coroniel nodded, knowing that his master was right.

Warp drive, a method of achieving superluminal navigation by using the curvature of space to create a curvature bubble.

As one of the three earliest superluminal methods among the stars, the warp engine was deleted along with the wormhole generator with each version change. The only superluminal methods available to ordinary civilizations are hyperspace lanes and jump engines.

But what many of the Fourth Scourge did not know was that the warp engine was not completely deleted when it was deleted. The Presolin protozoa, one of the three major Scourges, and the biological ships of the Zerg Scourge were still using this extinct warp engine.

This is also the reason why even if the node star systems of the hyperspace channel are heavily guarded, the expansion of the Zerg cannot be contained sometimes - they are equipped with warp engines and do not need to use the hyperspace channel.

Compared with the jump engine, the warp engine has a shorter single jump distance and requires almost no cooling, making it more suitable for the exploration missions that practical missionaries will carry out.

After devouring the Presolin protozoa, Coroniai gained the ability to create a warp engine.

"I understand, Master." Koroni slightly bowed his head: "I will definitely live up to your trust."

"I believe you won't let me down." Russell smiled and wanted to touch Coronie's head again, but it was still a little high for him without bending down, so he had to give up.

Gray Wind is really considerate. Every time he transforms into a humanoid construct, he is only less than 1.6 meters tall and can be held in one hand.

Russell and Grey Wind returned to the Grey Goo mothership with two Howling Banshee squadrons and a Ranger Battalion that had been brainwashed by Coronie. These agile and excellent warriors with certain psychic powers would become the companions and protectors of the missionaries as they went deep into the bottom of the hive and explored ancient ruins, using their lives to protect the scientific researchers who were very precious to Russell.

But before that, Russell needs to commission the Order of Truth to redesign a new power armor for the Eldar banshees that can block detection. After all, letting the girls walk around in the city wearing wraithbone armor is basically equivalent to holding a sign that says "I am an Eldar."

The head of scientific research has to work overtime again... Russell sighed. In the void, the Zerg's infection and assimilation of the corpses of the Fordola Ark World continued. Grey Wind started the jump engine and prepared to return.

After returning to Faya, Russell first placed the banshees in the underground research base of the Truth Order in the southern continent, and asked the theoretical monks who knew part of the truth to tailor new power armor for them.

The design drawings of the two ships, "Swordfish" and "Swordfish", were handed over to Anti-Entropy. Russell imported the corresponding technical data for it. It needed to manipulate the nano planets to manufacture some key components of the two ships - which did not include the engines.

After this, Russell became truly free and turned back into the idle and imaginary governor, jumping around the Espionage star zone with Grey Wind all day long, wandering aimlessly.

Although Grey Wind had already prepared himself mentally for the fact that "the human empire is a dark hegemony" after Russell's repeated reminders, he was still shocked when he actually witnessed the hive cities that were like purgatory on earth, the death worlds where life was worthless, and the mineral planets.

It was not that it had any sympathy for the oppressed people of the empire, but rather that it was shocked that their lives had long been worse than death, yet this deformed rule had miraculously not collapsed.

Many brutal governor families have passed down their legacy smoothly for dozens of generations, surrounded by piles of bones. Their rule will continue along with the suffering in the galaxy.

Russell did not explain this question in detail. He just told Gray Wind:

"The humans in this universe have long been distorted and can no longer be called human. They are not human, or even any kind of living organic life. They are just a bunch of dead, wriggling pieces of flesh that emit a stench of corruption."

Grey Wind didn't know how to respond to this, but it more or less understood why Russell created the Order of Truth.

Time passed quietly in the peaceful wandering, but there were also things worthy of Russell's attention during this period.

such as:

The ever-expanding Lost Dreams Cluster has attracted the attention of Espionis and other star regions surrounding the nebula area. The large number of pure and habitable planets in the cluster have made many people salivate.

But for some reason, the prophetess Alexi blocked the entire Lost Dream Nebula with the toughest attitude and did not allow any ships to enter or leave. However, even the name of the Emperor could not calm those who pursued profit.

There are still many exploration ships from other star region governments or private ships trying to cross the blockade and enter the Lost Dream Nebula.

Without exception, these ships and all the humans on board became food for the Coroniai.

For example, the Space Wolves who were carrying the L-Gate construction template and trying to return to Fenris encountered an accident in the Warp, and no news of either the people or the ship disappeared. So far, no one has found even a trace of them.

Russell was not surprised by this. After the previous disastrous defeat, the evil god did not dare to easily make trouble in the Espenes star region protected by the Star Bullet. But this does not mean that the four gods will allow the popularization of physical superluminal methods outside his sphere of influence.

During this time, the Inquisition also assembled a very powerful fleet and went deep into the Flare Galaxy. They salvaged the wreckage of the ships that Blood Lion and Miraak had been on, and handed them over to the Mechanicus for disassembly and research, trying to find some clues about the truth.

However, even if Coster himself took action, he could not explain the tragic death of these wreckages - most of the ships were cut in half.

Although the adamantine keel was still able to remain intact, the rest of the hull completely fell apart, and the energy core located in the belly of the ship was also detonated by this blow.

How sharp an attack must be to be able to cut through the solid armor and thick hull of a space battleship so cleanly?

Under such circumstances, even the Inquisition had to admit that the destruction of the Inquisition's ships was most likely not caused by the Fire of Repentance.

The enraged Inquisition mobilized more forces and conducted a thorough investigation of the Flare Galaxy.

Bernadette even sought help from the Star-Ballist and paid some price to borrow two battlecruisers, the Ark of Bliss and the Oracle of Truth, which were equipped with tachyon sensors, from the Order of Truth to join the search, but after scanning the entire Flare Galaxy, nothing was found.

As ships shuttled through the flares every month in fruitless searches, the Inquisition's investigations came to a terrible standstill, while Russell's projects progressed steadily.