Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"But I also overlooked one thing: the expansion of the Lost Dreams Cluster is accelerating. As more and more galaxies are expanded, the mass gap between this universe and the miniature universe is further widened. The growing siphon strength makes the expansion of the miniature galaxy far beyond my expectations... and I can't let this war happen when I am not fully prepared."

This is a serious matter, and any possible mistake here can have disastrous consequences.

So even if the return to the Lost Dream Cluster would drag away all the biomass that Coroniai had collected in the Lost Dream Cluster during this period and return it to the miniature galaxy, forcing it to start all over again from the beginning with the half-transformed hive world that it had spent a lot of time and energy on, Russell had to do so.

As for Coronie's emotions, he could only say sorry to it.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. All your work has gone to waste."

Russell looked up at the spiral star map in front of him that was shrinking as it rotated counterclockwise. He rubbed Coronie's ear and said apologetically, "What compensation do you want me to give you?"

"Compensation... compensation..." Coronie held her flushed cheeks with both hands and lowered her head: "You don't have to give me any compensation, Master, I am just a servant you raised. No matter how you treat me, I will bear it with pleasure..."

So I still feel wronged... Russell sighed. Whether it was Gray Wind, Coronie, or even the research director and Bernadette, why were the people around him so dishonest?

"How about I give you some Bao when I get back?" Russell asked softly. "The Bao that was cross-infected and mutated by the Ork spores has grown very fast. Faya is now almost greened and turned into a jungle planet... Planet No. 3 and its satellites at the Critical Base are still idle. Do you want me to transform a few Gaia planets for you as snacks?"

"Hey? Can, is it okay?" Coronie suddenly looked up with shining eyes, her flushed cheeks full of excitement.

Then it felt that this was too inappropriate, so it quickly covered its mouth with both hands, trying its best to make itself look more ladylike, but it couldn't stop the saliva that kept secreting from its mouth. The sticky saliva slipped through its fingers and dripped onto Gray Wind's head that was resting on Russell's knees.

"Pay attention to your image." Huifeng helplessly disassembled and reconstructed the hair stained with saliva.

The organism is really troublesome. It can't even control the most basic appetite.

Immersed in joy, Coroniai didn't care much about Huifeng's disgust. He could get several delicious Gaia planets as gifts from his master. Even if the insect nest world that he had built with great difficulty had to disintegrate, he would no longer have any negative emotions.

Coronie swept away her previous dejection and grievance, and happily hugged Russell and kissed and nibbled him. Her sticky tongue, which was longer than an adult's arm, licked his face full of saliva, which made Huifeng feel gloating.

After being pushed away by Russell in disgust, Coronie was not discouraged. Instead, she and Gray Wind looked at the holographic star map projection in front of them with great interest - the vortex star cluster had now shrunk to less than one-tenth of its original size.

The hive world that had completed most of the assimilation process floated above the star disk, with crimson tentacles drifting in space, playing a similar effect to the sensors of the Gray Gu mothership, allowing it to "see" the retrospection process of the Lost Dream Star Cluster more clearly and intuitively.

...Wait, why is the Hive World still the same?

Koroni Ayton felt confused.

Almost all of the biomass it used to build the hive world was collected from the native planets of the Lost Dream Star Cluster. Now that the vortex has reversed and shrunk to less than one-tenth of its original size, the planets it had previously devoured have long since disappeared in the dense starlight.

The planets themselves have been retraced, so why is the biomass I devoured from those planets intact?

The same doubts also arose in the minds of Russell and Grey Wind.

Gray Wind used a handkerchief to wipe the saliva left on Russell's face by Coronie. All the sensors of the Gray Gu mothership changed their target to the Fordlan world ship floating behind it and quickly completed a simple scan.

"Reporting to the Marshal, the total mass of the Fordlan World Ship is basically the same as before the Principle of the Ring was activated, and there is no sign of being torn apart by the time reversal."

Koroniai also said: "I can feel that the mother tree of life growing in the core of the world ship is still functioning normally, and the Eldar embryos in the buds are also developing healthily. It will soon produce the first batch of young for you..."

Listening to their report, Russell looked up and saw that the vortex star cluster in the Lost Dream Nebula shown on the real-time star map had shrunk to the size of only an A-class star. The once huge cluster of celestial bodies disappeared in a short time after the operation of the Ring Principle, leaving only the dust cloud disturbed by gravity still floating in the void.

This is so weird...

"Anti-entropy, have you noticed anything unusual during the operation of the Principle of the Ring?" Russell asked.

"Everything is normal. Except that the energy consumed exceeds expectations, there are no suspicious parameters. It is a nearly perfect astronomical retracement, Mr. and Ms. Starbomber." The fist-sized cube core responded calmly.

"From now on, just call me Administrator, don't use Mr. or Ms.

"Okay, Administrator."

In the center of the Lost Dream Nebula, a dense spot of light formed by countless stars is shrinking rapidly. It was first the size of a star, then only the size of a planet, and then even smaller than Faya.

The anti-entropy theory has no suspicious parameters, which means there are no suspicious parameters in the literal sense. Both the operation of the Ring Principle and the contraction of the spiral galaxy cluster are completely consistent with its calculation model, and there is no deviation in the total amount of matter recovered for the miniature galaxy.

But "nothing" itself is the most terrifying thing.

This is because matter can move in physical space, undergo chemical reactions and transform into other forms, and can even be converted from matter into energy, but it will never disappear or appear out of thin air.

"The biomass that Coroniai collected from the Lost Dreams Cluster is still stored in the Fordlan Worldship and is not affected by the time travel. However, the total amount of matter that the Miniature Galaxy recovered during the travel back is not missing..."

This violates the law of conservation of matter.

"What fills this hole?"

"And what caused the biomass on the world of Fordlan to lose its connection with the miniature galaxy and thus not be traced back?"

All kinds of strange phenomena happened at the same time, causing Russell to have an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, including confusion, worry...all at the same time.

The only responses he got were the empty universe and the cosmic dust between the stars, which was unevenly distributed due to the gravitational disturbance of celestial bodies.

"Administrator, the vortex is about to completely shrink back to the singularity. The damaged container of the miniature galaxy is expected to be repaired in 8 minutes. Should we go and prepare for recycling now?" asked Anti-Entropy.

Russell was still immersed in that strange state and did not immediately respond to Anti-Entropy's words.

Gray Wind worriedly hugged Russell's shoulders, ready to transform into a micro-machine torrent and completely devour him in his body: "Marshal, what's wrong with you? I feel like you seem a little strange, different from usual, and... a little scary."

Even Huifeng found it incredible that he actually thought the marshal was "scary".

Coronie was used to being afraid of Russell, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. Through his sensitive synaptic nerves and the soul that was fused together, he could sense that his master seemed to be attracted by something. It seemed that something was calling him, and he wanted to respond.

what is that?

Seeing that Russell had not given any instructions yet, Grey Wind did not rashly approach the microscopic star cluster that was undergoing its final contraction. To it, the strange condition of the Marshal was much more important than the miniature galaxy.

"Can you hear me? Marshal, I will give you a full body check right away, I--" Suddenly, Huifeng's somewhat panicked words and Coronie's concerned eyes were stunned at the same moment.

The machine and the bug looked at each other, and they realized the same thing: "You felt it too?"

Gray Wind and Coroniel nodded at the same time.

The holographic real-time star map in the cabin has turned into a hot energy ball that focuses the energy of countless stars, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

This is a visual error. The star cluster that gathers the entire Lost Dream Nebula is still shrinking until it returns to the singularity. The reason why Gray Wind sees it getting bigger is because it is getting closer.

To be precise, the Gray Goo mothership and the Fordlan world ship are approaching the microscopic galaxy cluster located at the center of the vortex.

"We've been captured! An irresistible gravitational force is pulling us towards the singularity!" Gray Wind immediately came to the conclusion.

But what is the source of gravity?

The answer is obvious.

Through the superluminal sensor, Huifeng was able to see that in addition to the miniature galaxy that was once the center of the vortex, the cosmic dust that was scattered thinly or thickly among the stars had also been captured by some powerful force, attracted, and pulled into countless fibrous clouds and silk threads, stretching towards the singularity at the center of the vortex.

Huifeng turned his head as if facing a great enemy, only to see a sophisticated ring-shaped machine quietly placed in the cabin - the operation of the Principle of the Ring had long been completed.

Time reversal that violates the law of conservation of matter, huge gravity of unknown origin, and the Marshal in a strange state...

"What exactly happened here?" The emotion called confusion filled Gray Wind's entire consciousness.

Then, as the Gray Goo mothership was pulled into the endless gathering dust by the huge gravitational force, all of its onboard sensors failed.

This failure is not that the signal cannot be detected, but that too many signals are detected.

It saw, it heard, it smelled, and it touched... words that existed and yet did not exist floated among the stardust.

Electromagnetic waves, gravitational waves, spectrum, vibration, movement of quarks... the signal is presented in every way. All energy and matter inside and outside the universe are chanting a prayer about a certain existence, whether it is forward or reverse.

All sensors received the same signal in various forms at the same time. An endless amount of information poured into Coronie's mind from every nerve and echoed in Gray Wind's self-consciousness from every inch of the circuit.

However, when they really wanted to decode the content, they found that the vast amount of information was actually just a few short sentences.

At this moment, Russell suddenly sighed leisurely.

He turned his eyes away from the holographic projection in front of him, and his calm gaze seemed to pass through the hull of the Gray Wind and directly stare at the abnormal singularity in the center of the vortex.

Russell did not speak, but poetry came out of his mouth:

“Time is horizon, gravity is desire.”

“The past is the future, and the future is the past.”

"Time is like a ring, and the cycle never ends."

"The cycle of time never ends, but not every cycle is complete..."

Fragmented sentences described the origin, form and end of a certain existence. Gray Wind felt as if he understood who the Marshal was talking to, but it seemed that he did not really understand anything.

The very existence of "Him" has already surpassed the comprehension of all intelligent creatures.

"Marshal, what is that?" Gray Wind asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing someone's sweet dream.

Russell also responded softly: "It's a bug."

Chapter 117: Hidden Time

"Is it a bug?"

Grey Wind didn't understand Russell's confusing and ambiguous answer at all. It wasn't its fault, because the human federation that Grey Wind served was rather unfaithful and had not activated the Outdated Worm event chain.

Under normal circumstances, Grey Wind would have pestered the Marshal to explain things clearly, but now there are more urgent matters that need to be decided: the Grey Goo mothership is falling towards a new gravitational singularity, and if they don't start the jump engine in time to escape from here, according to the current trend, they will be swallowed up along with the miniature galaxy.

The starlight in the Lost Dream Nebula has completely disappeared, and all that remains is a vast expanse of pitch-black space.

The cosmic dust pulled into a fibrous web by gravity is gathering here. The dust threads surrounding it from all directions are like a tightening net, which is about to completely wrap up the Gray Gu mothership and bind the entire Lost Dream Nebula into a dense cocoon.

In the very center of the cocoon that was about to be woven, there was a cylindrical sealed box floating quietly. Even when it was erected, it was only half the height of Russell. Inside the box, countless dense starlights were quietly running, forming a miniature version of the Milky Way in this small box.

Scientists from Warring Party C once used an untouchable, uninterrupted subspace field to completely seal off the miniature galaxy, but for unknown reasons this "field" was broken, and the galaxies sucked out of the gap spread out in this universe, forming the Lost Dream Star Cluster.

Now, the Miniature Galaxy has been rewound in time to its undamaged and complete state.

"The whole process of moving from here to the coordinates of the miniature galaxy and recovering it will take about 3 minutes and 44 seconds."

In order to save as much communication time as possible, Gray Wind sent the information directly to Russell's brain in the form of brain waves: "But all the interstellar dust in the entire Lost Dream Nebula is gathering towards us at an incredibly fast speed. If we start the jump engine after completing the recovery of the miniature galaxy, we may not be able to complete the jump before being completely wrapped by the dust!"

While seeking Russell's opinion, Grey Wind had already pushed the thruster power to the maximum and rushed towards the miniature galaxy at the maximum speed. The jump engine located in the core of the hull had also been warmed up.

Whatever Russell's order was, it would be executed immediately.

Russell's answer was: "Recover the miniature galaxy and stay where you are."

"What? Marshal, I don't understand what this means?" Gray Wind was completely unable to understand Russell's order:

"Do you think interstellar dust is something insignificant? Marshal! The mass of the entire Lost Dream Nebula is converging towards one point! This star hatchery was originally estimated to be able to hatch at least thousands of stars. Now the mass of thousands of stars is rushing towards us together!"

"With such a huge mass gathered in one place, the huge gravitational force that far exceeds the critical point cannot be balanced and offset by the explosion produced by the nuclear fusion reaction. The Lost Dream Nebula will skip the star stage and directly collapse into a black hole!"

Grey Wind anxiously explained to Russell how critical the current situation was. It was even ready to give up on recovering the miniature galaxy and just knock the marshal out and take him away by force.

Even the entire galaxy is not one-tenth as important as Russell's life in Grey Wind's heart.

However, even though Gray Wind was so anxious that he was about to cry, Russell did not show any seriousness at all. He had an attitude of life and death, and put one hand around Gray Wind's shoulders and patted his head with a smile.

"Little Gray, don't be angry." Russell sighed and said, "I know you are very anxious now, but it's useless to be anxious - being favored by 'Him' doesn't mean you can really leave whenever you want."