Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"The human empire has always been extreme." Russell smiled and hung the pink and white hair in his hand back behind Coronie's ears - its ears were long and pointed like those of the Eldar, making them easy to hold the sideburns.

Coroniai did not express any opinion on the origin of the fallen angels and the division of factions that Russell described, because it was just a bug, and it had no interest in the short stories of the parents of the human legion, but simply liked to listen to what its master had to say.

After her soul completely sank into the abyss and merged with the void, for Coroniai, every syllable uttered by the master could stir up ripples of emotions in her soul, and every touch on her body could cause waves to surge in the deepest part of her consciousness.

Its current body has a more sensitive perception and psychic potential than that of the Eldar, which amplifies the sensory stimulation that fascinates it exponentially, making Coroni feel that every inch of his chest is filled with overflowing happiness just by sitting here.

After returning to Faya, Russell took Coronie straight to the underground research base in the southern continent, where the missionaries, fully equipped, had been waiting for a long time.

The Gray Goo mothership turned around without any delay and headed for Embra, a city planet not far from Faya that had become busy again, and docked at the orbital dock outside the artificial atmosphere.

"Grey Wind's hull carries a large number of important ship components made with anti-entropy, as well as the biological engine you created that can distort the curvature of space. Embra's orbital dock has enough warship hulls docked, so it will be able to quickly assemble a large number of finished Swordfish frigates and a small number of Sailfish research ships."

Russell walked towards the center of the underground research base accompanied by Coronie and the scientific research director, and said quickly: "We need to organize enough boarding teams as soon as possible to investigate the alien ruins in the destructive flare..."

The scientific research director understood his implication: "Leader, don't you plan to go there in person? The owner of the ruins seems to be a civilization with extremely advanced science and technology..."

"I have more important things to do next. I give you full authority for this inspection mission. Don't let me down." Russell said.

Yes." The research director had no choice but to nod.

"Don't look so sad." Russell smiled and said, "I can vaguely foresee that this expedition will be somewhat dangerous for you, but it is not a fatal threat that will definitely kill you."

As they spoke, the two of them and a bug disguised as a human entered the core area of ​​the research base.

This time when he entered the research base, what greeted Russell was not the intelligent robot servants in work clothes, nor the researchers in white coats, but a group of fully armed female warriors in full armor.

Their height generally exceeds 2 meters, with slender and light figures. They are the Eldar banshees and rangers who have been brainwashed and trained by Coronia.

However, the Eldar banshees no longer wore the spirit bone armor made by the bone singers, but were wrapped in platinum-colored metal armor that fit their body curves. In their hands, they held a straight spear that was slightly longer than their height.

The first generation of practical power armor designed and developed by theoretical monks and strong artificial intelligence Anti-Entropy:

"Lobbyist" type I light power armor.

"Argument" spear.

"The design of the Lobbyist I Power Armor is inspired by the belly scales of snakes. It does not have large plates like the Mark Power Armor worn by Space Marines. The entire set of armor is assembled from 1024 small components made of pure adamantium. The joints are connected with living metal. It has excellent ductility and can also provide a certain degree of self-repair ability..."

Time was not very sufficient, so the research director tried to briefly introduce to Russell the parameters and costs of the weapons equipped by the Eldar Banshees:

"In order to prevent the heavy adamantium armor from affecting the high-speed mobility that the banshees are best at, I tried to make the armor components as light and thin as possible while ensuring defensive performance. I also built a full-body spiritual energy circuit into the armor, which greatly enhances the wearer's strength and agility by absorbing the wearer's spiritual energy."

"Even if the wearer is a mortal with no psionic potential, he can still power the Persuader mech by burning psionic dust."

"The Argument Spear containing spirit bone material can also actively transmit the user's spiritual energy and can receive energy from spiritual energy dust to further enhance its power..."

The best users of both power armor and weapons are psykers, so you guys should just grab the psykers... Russell complained in his mind as he looked at the fully armed Eldar banshees standing in a neat line in front of him.

Thousands of delicate gold components are assembled together to fit their bodies perfectly. The hard edges of the metal and the soft curves of the creatures fit together yet are completely different from each other. It has a very sci-fi style yet an indescribable sense of harmony and beauty.

If Russell were to describe it, it would be: strong and astringent.

The largest of the adamantium components is the fully enclosed helmet worn by the banshees. It is a piece of armor engraved with a pattern of spread wings covering the face. There are no holes for the eyes, ears, mouth or nose. It is a whole piece of armor.

I really want to know how they see the road, but it would be a bit of a loss for the Star Bullet to ask this... Russell suppressed his desire for knowledge and asked Coronie to update and overwrite the banshees' self-awareness.

As they spoke, the missionaries who had completed the integrated prosthetic transformation had gathered with all kinds of equipment, divided into teams of three, for a total of 3 people.

The theoretical monks are physically weak and not suitable for field investigations, so they have no part in this mission.

After learning of the existence of the high-tech ancient ruins, the Mechanic Order of Musbell immediately mobilized manpower and exploration ships to participate in the excavation and set off early.

It would take some time for Grey Wind to assemble the next ship, but Russell was not in a hurry. The Flare System was still far away from Faya, and there was no L-gate. With the help of the warp engine, even if they set out later, they would arrive earlier than the Mechanicus.

Taking advantage of this time, Russell explained some basic information about the Necrons to the missionaries who were about to set off, and listed for them the dangers and types of enemies they might encounter while exploring the tomb world. After finishing, he counted the number of people and found no problems.

After finishing what he was supposed to do, Russell did not delay any longer and hurriedly left Faya with Coronie.

The head of scientific research didn't know what the leader wanted to do that made him leave so anxiously. He thought it must be something extremely important.

At the same time, the orbital dock of the urban planet Embra was running at full speed. Grey Wind dismissed all the technical priests who wanted to help with the assembly work. Countless nanorobots continued to carry out important components such as sensors, energy cores, and communication arrays from the cabin of the Grey Goo mothership, and installed them one by one in an orderly manner on the hull frame cast under the leadership of Spangler.

After all the mechanical components have been installed and a ship as smooth and nimble as a swimming fish has been formed, the last thing to be installed is the most important core component of the entire ship.

A hive bio-engine capable of warping the curvature of space.

A biological engine, as the name suggests, is a battleship engine that is operated by a living organism. To be precise, it is a specialized brain worm whose body and limbs have all degenerated, leaving only a brain and a face. It looks weird and scary, with many sticky and slippery scarlet tentacles extending from behind its head. It does not look very good.

If Coronie made herself so charming, couldn't she also make the biological engines look better... that way they would be happier, right? Gray Wind thought.

Each hive biological engine has a relatively independent self-awareness. In addition to acting as a superluminal engine, it can also be used as a main control machine. Their souls are connected to the void. Coronia wrote the mission given by Russell into the genetic code of these special brain worms. As long as these tentacles are connected to the ship's energy supply and information exchange routes, they can be put into use immediately.

The biological engine is useful, but it has a small drawback. If the ship is inspected by the Empire, you may be treated as a heretic and executed by the Inquisition.

Furthermore, even for the Life-Shaping Queen, who is a top genetic engineering master, the biomass consumption of shaping this top-level hive individual that can distort curvature is extremely huge. In addition, the trip was rushed, and Grey Wind only brought less than a hundred biological engines in total, which was far from enough to assemble all the ship frames in the dock.

In the end, Gray Wind assembled a total of 21 sailfish-type scientific research ships and 63 swordfish-type frigates.

"Less is a little less, let's make do with it..."

Chapter 113 The Chosen One

Shortly after Russell and Coronia left, the research vessel and frigate assembled by Grey Wind completed the first round of system self-inspection, swam out of Embra's orbital dock one after another, and docked in the starport above Faya.

As a theoretical monk who stayed at home all day doing research, the head of scientific research felt that it would probably take him a long time to become familiar with the operating systems of these ships, and adapting to living with the Zerg biological engines would not be an easy task.

Although the Order of Truth is open to the use and absorption of alien technology, and has no objection to the use of brainwashing and bio-modification surgery to enslave the Eldar, they still have some psychological barriers to placing a living alien bug on a warship as a wetware engine.

After all, after the Age of Conflict and the Long Night, hatred of aliens has been engraved into the collective subconscious of all humans in this universe.

Even for a truth-seeker who advocates pragmatism, it would probably take a long time to get rid of such a habit of thinking.

But how long is that time? Half a year? A year? Or more than ten years?

…The answer is not even an hour.

When all the missionaries and accompanying combat and logistics personnel were on board and ready, the expedition fleet quickly left Faya in a neat formation, crossed the gravel belt, passed the outermost ring of the galaxy, and left the influence of the Faya star's gravitational well.

——The warp engine can be started outside the star system, but the current Farah is too prosperous. The star system is full of merchant ships and Adeptus Mechanicus ships, and the routes of various spacecraft are very dense. In order not to cause traffic safety hazards, the expedition fleet needs to start warp navigation outside the Farah star system.

In the core compartment of the ship, under the tense gaze of the missionaries, powerful electric currents were pumped out from the brain worm's central nervous system and released into the cerebral cortex. Countless neurons entered an overclocked state under the stimulation of powerful bioelectricity.

The biological engine starts up.

In an instant, the starlight around the hull was quickly crushed and distorted, like a ball of alkaline flour being kneaded, flattened and manipulated at will by the chef's strong hands.

Finally, the bent curvature of space surrounded the silver-white hull, forming a thin film with no thickness flowing with colorful starlight, which enclosed the entire ship in a "bubble".

At this time, there is no need to start any thrusters, nor to maintain the power of the reactor; just like a sailboat riding the wind no longer needs to paddle, the Sailfish research vessel entering the curvature bubble does not need to do anything extra, it only needs to glide forward on the curvature to naturally surpass the speed of light.

As a result, the missionaries looked at the hideous and grotesque brain worm in front of them with eyes suddenly filled with kindness.

The same change in attitude occurred in every research vessel. Endless starlight flashed rapidly outside the porthole, and the previous rejection and disgust disappeared along with the astronomical distance.

A young preacher looked at the brain worm with electric currents flashing through its head and couldn't help asking, "Such intense brain activity consumes a lot of energy. Do you want to eat something?"

The brain worm blinked its six symmetrically arranged eyes and was stunned for a long time before it understood what the other party meant.

"If you can, please give it some high-purity glucose solution."

A calm voice suddenly came from behind. The young missionary turned around and saw that the person speaking was a man wearing a pure white research suit, with gray hair and looking old.

Director of scientific research at the Falla Research Base.

Behind him were two "ironic banshees" wearing full sets of lobbyist mechas and holding argument spears. Important figures like the director of scientific research would always be equipped with sufficient guards even in the order's own warships.

"If my memory serves me correctly, your name should be 'Alphonse'?" the scientific research director said with a smile.

The young preacher whom he called Alphonse bowed slightly and nodded, "That's right, Boss. It's me."

"It seems that the degree of my neural aging is not too serious..." The scientific research director was quite happy. He turned around and took a sealed glass tube filled with a transparent solution from a sarcastic banshee who was following behind him.

Using the sharp blade of spiritual bone in the hand of the satirical banshee to cut the glass tube, the scientific research director stretched the glass tube forward and poured the transparent solution inside into the mouthparts of the brain worm that had already opened impatiently.

"Although the energy provided by a tube of solution is insignificant considering the huge consumption of warp speed travel, the brain worm likes to ingest glucose solution very much. Just feed it some from time to time and it will be very happy." The scientific research director said, putting the empty glass tube back into the box.

"I see." Alphonse nodded, but he was still a little curious. This was their first time to come into contact with a biological engine, so why did the research director know the preferences of the brain worm so accurately? Hadn't he been staying at the base and concentrating on academic research?

Alphonse had the youthful vigor that a young man should have. He did not keep his doubts to himself but asked directly.

In response, the head of scientific research asked the sarcastic banshee behind him to take off the mask with spread wings engraved on it, revealing a beautiful female face and a pair of eyes emitting a faint purple light.

It was exactly the same as the psychic light in the brain worm's eyes.

"The Eldar once had a unified spiritual field that connected all the individuals in the tribe, but due to the collapse of the ancient Eldar Empire, they once lost this connection - until now."

The research director patiently explained to him:

"After mental training and body modification surgery, the banshees rebuilt their mental connection with each other, using the Gestalt will of the life-shaping queen controlled by the powerful psychic power of our leader as the node. While using the hive mental network to resist the influence of the warp, they can also directly know the thoughts of other banshees and the swarm, including the dietary preferences of the brain worms."

"I see..." Alphonse looked at the tall and graceful Eldar banshee, then at the horrible, grotesque and ugly brain worm, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

These two completely different species actually have a close connection at the soul level, which gave him an lingering strange feeling in his heart.

Seeing Alphonse's serious expression, the research director smiled unconsciously. He always admired young people who dared to seek knowledge.

This young missionary named Alphonse is not a native of Faya, and he doesn't even have a home planet. He is the "Son of the Void".

Children of the Void refer to children born on space battleships.

Alphonse's family has lived and multiplied on the battleship Fire of Repentance for generations. The long time of thousands of years and the frequent interbreeding have long made them forget their home planet. For the Sons of the Void, the ship they live on is their home planet.

Even among the Children of the Void, Alphonse is a very different existence - he is a natural psychic, and a very powerful and uncontrollable psychic.

When Alphonse was sent to the Order of Truth as a consumable for psychic theory research, he was just born and not even a month old. However, his powerful psychic power had already made it almost impossible for the veteran think tanks of the Flame of Penance Regiment to suppress him.

If the Truth Order had not been conducting research on the extraction and storage of psychic energy at the time, and had not continuously drained away the powerful psychic energy that he unconsciously emitted during multiple experiments, the brain of this one-month-old baby would have been burned out. The overly powerful psychic energy had been bothering Alphonse as he grew up until a few years ago.

After undergoing the integrated prosthetic transformation, the huge computing power and strong subspace resistance granted by the quantum neural connection allowed him to truly master his psychic talents.

However, like Russell, he has powerful psychic powers, but has not learned many spells and does not know how to use his power to the maximum extent.

"Star Bullet is the most powerful psychic I have ever seen, and he possesses unfathomable insights and profound knowledge. If I could ask the leader to teach Alphonse how to cultivate psychic powers... that would be great."

The head of scientific research muttered to himself, secretly thinking about how to convince the Star Bullet to let Russell, who had no knowledge of advanced psychic magic, teach Alphonse, the psychic he created and who could be said to be the chosen one.

——Driven by the warp engine, it took 12 Terra days for the expedition fleet to arrive at the Flare Galaxy where the Black Pyramid Group is located.

The radioactive dust in space has not yet dissipated, and the ship's energy shield still needs to remain on.

During the time they were here, Lysitia negotiated with the Inquisition many times, and even used Alexi's authority to temporarily suppress the Inquisitors' desire to break into the pyramid to search for the missing Flame of Repentance and the Monopoly Inquisitor Blood Lion, allowing the buildings here to be preserved.

According to the style of the Human Empire, the Inquisitor will most likely blow up these pyramids after entering.

The armed expedition team, consisting of 21 Sailfish research vessels, 63 Swordfish frigates, and some logistics transport ships, immediately joined the self-repaired Ark of Bliss and Oracle of Truth after entering the Flare Galaxy, and exchanged the information they had obtained during this period: