Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

But he didn't want to do that.

Russell does not see himself as a part of the human empire. He positions the Star-Ballist as a partner on an equal footing with the Emperor, so the help he gives to the Empire is not selfless dedication, but a mutually beneficial and equal exchange.

It all depends on whether the emperor can afford the price.

"Before worrying about how many people will die in this grand expedition to Terra, I should first cultivate my own fields." Russell said to himself.

The administrative system of Espenes is still running at full speed, and the completion of the L-stargate network provides Alexi with the transportation infrastructure to coordinate the entire star zone in real time.

More and more worlds were abandoned, and more and more fleets gathered in Nirvana and the surrounding galaxies. Amid the dying cries and desperate wails of countless imperial people, the strength of the Terra Expeditionary Fleet became stronger.

At the same time, the Colossus equipped with the star-destroying weapon Geobakuten was also manipulated by Anti-Entropy to head for the L-Gate and enter the miniature galaxy.

Standing on the side of the ship and looking at the Colossus of Destruction disappearing into the L-Gate, Russell whispered to the girl in the navy uniform beside him, "Gray Wind, write down what I say next. If I suddenly disappear for a while again due to the Time Worm or something like that, then these messages will be the outline of your next actions."

"I'll be with you, Marshal," Gray Wind said quickly.

"Record it," Russell repeated his request.

Gray Wind immediately wilted: "Yes."

Russell took a deep breath and said, "Smashing planets to obtain metal minerals is a way of exhausting the resources. It can only be used to accumulate raw resources. I don't want to do this for long."

"After destroying 1-3 ore-rich planets to obtain enough raw materials, we need to follow the following steps to build a giant structure."

1. Build a stargate at the critical base and the black hole at the original site of the Lost Dream Nebula - a normal stargate, not an L-stargate - for resource transportation

2. Build a star base at the black hole's event horizon, equip it with the highest-level defense we can provide at any cost, and equip it with a Zelo Storm Projector, which is always turned on to completely isolate it from all possible external influences.

3. Build a matter decompressor at the black hole horizon

"After completing these three phases of construction, we will be able to obtain an endless and stable source of raw materials." Russell watched Gray Wind translate these words and store them into his main consciousness, and nodded.

Then, he also gave some other plans, such as: building a giant dock in Faya to mass-produce fleets, selecting a site to build a scientific research hub for the Order of Truth after it develops to a certain level, and he hopes that the missionaries can find something for him...

Russell patiently expounded on the various ideas hidden deep in his mind and explained the interests and underlying meanings involved. Gray Wind listened and recorded silently, but in the data world that Russell could not see, it had already sent the original memorandum to the anti-entropy synchronous storage.

As far as Grey Wind knew, there had never been a situation where Russell left everything to himself and disappeared alone. This was a backup for it to follow him.

After finishing the memo, Russell unbuttoned a button on his collar and sat on the sofa, just about to drink a sip of water, when Anti-Entropy sent a message:

"Administrator, the initiator of the Terran expedition, the living saint Alexi Reipt, hopes to meet you. She is asking the technical sage Spangler on Embra about your whereabouts."

Russell put down the cup of water in the book and smiled. As expected, Alexei came to seek his help... Is it Alexei or the Emperor? We will know when they meet.

Russell, who received the news, did not delay for a moment and immediately went to the urban planet Embra with Grey Wind.

After Russell's generous funding, Embra, which received a large order, is no longer the same as before. Four of the six spires that meet the urban planet standard have been built, and the first phase of connection of the star ring base in orbit has been completed. Musbell's ban cannot stop profit-seeking businessmen from flocking to the development prospects here. The orbit is very lively and looks much better overall.

In fact, if Anti-Entropy or Grey Wind were in charge of the construction, this urban planet should have been fully online long ago. However, the contractor for the project was the Mechanical Repair Society. Their work attitude of bathing, burning incense, fasting for three days, chanting scriptures, casting spells and performing shaman dances before installing a screw made it very rare to have such efficiency, although it still seemed slow.

"It looks pretty good." The Gray Goo mothership arrived at the Embra star ring orbit. Russell looked at the progress of the urban planet construction which was finally nearing completion and nodded slightly.

Gray Wind was puzzled. "Why didn't you let me take charge of the construction of this planet? Marshal, for a modular planetary city like this, it would be perfect for me to coordinate resources and plan the construction. It would only take less than 1/3 of the time and resources of Mechanical Repair to complete it."

It didn't quite understand why the Marshal, who pursued efficiency, would outsource such an important project to a group of cyber charlatans who were obsessed with electronic products.

"Although they are both industrial bases, unlike nano planets, urban planets are inhabited by people. A city is called a city only if there are people." Russell said, "With people, there is a risk of corruption. Although we have obtained a variety of technical means to effectively shield the subspace from the psychic theory of the Human Federation and the spirit bone technology of the Eldar, it is still not enough."

"Because in addition to genetic degeneration, in the long night before the Great Crusade, the humans in this universe also suffered more than one very serious collective warp pollution. The connection with the warp has long been engraved into the deepest part of every ordinary person's soul. Unless I, like the preachers of the Order of Truth, purify them one by one, and use quantum neural connections to replace brain thinking, the corruption of the warp can be truly eradicated."

He obviously did not have the conditions to go through this process for the hundreds of billions of people that would be accommodated on an urban planet.

Russell said, gently holding Gray Wind's soft palm with both hands: "With you here, I don't really need the production capacity of Ideal City. Since this urban planet is a gift to the Mechanical Society, they should naturally deal with Chaos Corruption in their own way."

For example, they sprinkle holy water on every screw, burn incense and pray for blessings, and under the gaze of the guide statue, they forcibly worship the machine soul of the entire industrial world.

Chapter 120: Splitting the Earth to Become King

After being teleported to the foot of the No. 3 Central Spire of the urban planet Embla through a short distance, Grey Wind looked curiously at the servo skeletons floating around the spire like ghosts, and the human brain wetware embedded in each circuit node.

Russell was wearing a robe as black as night, and covering his face with a psychic mist. He walked forward with Gray Wind. Their destination was the top floor of the spire.

When Gray Wind was the governor of the star field in the Human Federation, he lived in the "United" mother planet, which was transformed into an ideal city. The entire planet was a modern metropolis, with simple and beautiful road planning, fast and efficient resource dispatch, ample housing, a wide range of consumer goods, and complete entertainment and living facilities. Under the utopian living standard, the happiness of every resident on the urban planet was very high, and the production efficiency was also pulled to the top, and the city was thriving.

The Union is a vibrant planetary city, but Embra, built by the Mechanicum according to the same design template, is completely different:

The half-naked slave laborers were crammed into dark workshops and worked day and night. 98% of their income had to be turned over as taxes, and they could barely fill their stomachs even when they were exhausted every day.

In order to increase work efficiency, the mechanical repairmen implanted prosthetic organs such as mechanical arms and exoskeletons in each of them. Naturally, there would be no anesthesia during the implantation surgery on the slaves, and it was always accompanied by great pain and a high mortality rate.

According to Gray Wind's estimation, with such an intensity of labor, the workers would soon die of exhaustion - after death, their prosthetic organs would be immediately dug out and implanted into other new slave workers, starting a new round of the cycle - the bodies would naturally not be wasted, but the recycling process would be difficult to pass.

Such an inhumane production model inevitably made Grey Wind, who was familiar with the human federation management system, feel somewhat uncomfortable, but what he didn't know was that after Alexi launched the Terran Expedition and began to gather troops in the Nirvana system, the imperial colonies were constantly captured by the green-skinned orcs because of the lack of defense. Billions of refugees fled from various fallen worlds. The abandoned people either stowed away or took simple civil aviation spacecraft, wandering between the stars like stray dogs, just longing for a place to return to.

Therefore, even though the Mechanical Society's exploitation of slave labor is inhumane, there are still many people who are eager to stay in the Faya galaxy that is watched by the Guide Statue. Nests such as Nifol have long been overcrowded, and there are many people who want to be exploited but have no way to do so.

The psychic detector of the Gray Goo mothership hovering in orbit felt the suffering and numbness that filled the entire planet. Gray Wind followed Russell obediently, and the two walked into the tower together.

On both sides of the gate stood two Astartes wearing gorgeous red and gold power armor, holding bolters, and the blood drop emblem on the shoulder armor showed their identities. They were all warriors from the Blood Angels' "Crimson Upstarts", and now they had specially sent a team to protect the Emperor's prophetess.

"The Prophet is waiting for you at the top of the tower, Star-Ballist... Sir?" one of the Space Marines asked politely.

"Take me there," Russell nodded.

"Yes."

The four Crimson Upstart warriors quickly changed their positions, surrounding Russell and Gray Wind in the middle. The four stood in the front, back, left and right directions respectively, surrounding the two of them as they passed through the densely packed corridor to the location of the teleportation device that led directly to the top of the tower.

On the way, Gray Wind held Russell's hand and leaned against his side, curiously scanning the four Astartes one by one. Their armors were all very gorgeous, with rose thorn patterns wrapped around bright red drops of blood symbolizing angel blood. The captain who had just spoken to Russell was not wearing a helmet, and had long golden hair that reached his shoulders, which matched the gorgeous golden patterns on his armor. His facial features were so handsome that even women would feel ashamed of themselves.

"Are you stunned? The descendants who inherited the bloodline of Sanguinius are all very handsome. They are the most handsome among the Astartes." Russell joked.

In response to the Star-Ballist's praise, the four warriors remained serious, but their bodies straightened unconsciously, and their steps became more orderly. It was obvious that they were very proud of their genetic father.

Huifeng quickly retracted his gaze and whispered, "In terms of physical appearance, I think the marshal is the best looking..."

Soon, they arrived at the patio where the teleportation beacon was set up. Before they got close, they could see the dense gears exposed outside, several slaves who were maintaining the equipment, and a pilot apprentice with a servitor. The steps of the Crimson Upstarts were still in unison, and they escorted them into the coverage of the teleportation beacon very steadily.

"May I ask where you are going, Honorable Astartes Brother?" the pilot apprentice asked with a humbly bow.

"The top floor." The team leader said seriously.

"As you wish."

After the short but polite exchange ended, the pilot changed his humble attitude and urged the slave workers to complete the line maintenance as soon as possible.

Gray Wind looked at the gorgeous and exquisite power armor and tall and mighty figures of the Crimson Upstarts, and then looked at the ragged rags and shriveled arms of several slaves, two of whom were even adolescent boys. Suddenly, an inexplicable and strange feeling appeared in its matrix thinking.

Noticing Gray Wind's strange mood, Russell said lightly, "He is already happier than 99% of the people in the Empire."

"Ah, this..." Grey Wind didn't know how to respond for a moment, but he felt that he seemed to have a deeper understanding of what the Marshal had said before: "The Human Empire has actually perished long ago"?

In the awkward atmosphere, the teleportation beacon was activated, and the milky white light engulfed the bodies of several people, sending them to the top floor of the spire.

"Marshal, have you ever thought about changing anything?" Grey Wind quietly transmitted this sentence into Russell's brain in the form of electronic code.

“How should I put it? Although the people of the Empire are genetically very different from the humans I know, and can only be regarded as a kind of humanoid creatures with the same origin as humans...but it would be a lie to say that I don’t have any empathy for them.” Russell muttered to himself, holding Gray Wind’s hand tighter.

Gray Wind was a little curious: "Then why?"

Russell smiled and said, "Because in the final analysis, I have never liked the Empire. I just have a good impression of the Emperor. I don't identify myself as a citizen of the Empire, and I don't owe them anything morally. Naturally, I have no position to interfere in the internal affairs of the Empire of Man."

The Empire has never been something noble. This rotten political system is just a tool used by the Emperor to liberate mankind.

Except for a few adherents of the state religion who stubbornly believed that the Star-Ballist was the incarnation of the Emperor, many imperial institutions including the Inquisition and the Mechanicus did not regard him as one of their own. If he wanted to be the savior of the Empire, not only would others not be willing to accept his salvation, he would also be easily bitten back and labeled a heretic.

Why should we work like a dog and contribute to the happiness of the people of the empire without asking for anything in return?

"Hmm..." Gray Wind understood the logic with great distress.

While the two were talking, the Crimson Upstart had already sent them to the door of the Cloud Top Lobby at the top of the spire.

The escort ended here, and several Space Marines had no intention of going any further. The team leader used his own biological code to unlock the genetic identification lock of the Cloud Top Lobby, and then took three team members to guard outside the door, watching Star Bullet and Grey Wind enter the door one after another.

As you walk through the door, the first thing that catches your eye is the glazed dome of the Genting lobby. Through the dome you can directly see the light pink atmosphere and the magnificent orbital star rings.

There were two people standing under the dome. The white-haired woman with only a white robe covering her body was Alexi. The one with a body twisted like a mechanical centipede and wearing a red robe with gears was the technical sage Spangler.

The two were discussing something. When they saw Russell coming, Alexei stopped talking and bowed his head, saying, "You are here."

Her manners are impeccable and her voice is gentle and soft, which makes people feel very good about her.

This appearance should not be the emperor... not necessarily?

Russell adjusted his attitude and walked up to the two people with Gray Wind. He greeted Alexi and Spangler separately, and then asked, "Let's get straight to the point, Ms. Reipt, why are you looking for me?"

"It is like this. I am preparing for an expedition to Terra. Due to the special nature of this expedition, I foresee that the road ahead will be difficult and dangerous, so..."

"So you transferred all the Astartes chapters and most of the naval fleets from the star regions around Eusbornis, allowing the greenskins to slaughter the people of the Empire at will?" Russell's voice was as calm and silent as a pool of stagnant water.

Alexei clenched her hands slightly in shame, but she did not look away because of her guilty conscience. Her sightless eyes stared at the mist flowing under the hood of the Star Bullet and said in a clear and melodious voice:

"This expedition is to deliver the L-Gate construction template to Terra. You should know what this means to the Empire. Our warships carry the seeds of humanity's future. We will bring the seeds to the throne of the God-Emperor of Holy Terra and dispel the long night that has tormented humanity for tens of thousands of years."

Alexei clenched his hands, and pale golden dots of light fell from the corners of his eyes like tears: "In the face of the salvation of all mankind, no sacrifice is too great to be unacceptable, including sacrificing myself, Your Excellency Star-Bullet."

Russell nodded: "It's good that you have this awareness."

He looked at Spangler who was hesitant to speak and asked, "So, what kind of help do you want from me? And what price can you pay for it?"

"Warp drive! Lord Star-Ballist!" Spangler blurted out, and after realizing his loss of composure, he forced himself to calm down. The electronic lung in his chest moved violently, making a whirring sound.

Alexi smiled apologetically at Russell, then said, "I believe you also know that this expedition has been under the watchful eyes of the Four Chaos Gods from the very beginning. Once the fleet jumps into the warp, what awaits us will be an unprecedented warp storm... Therefore, we hope to rent you a few high-speed warships equipped with warp engines, sir."

Obviously, the female prophet knew through some channels why the armed scientific research fleet of the Order of Truth could still arrive at the Flare Galaxy earlier than the fleet of the Order of Mechanics even though it departed later.

She was very nervous when she said this, and Spangler also carefully observed the Star-Ballist's emotions, fearing that her overstepping of authority would anger him.

After all, such a stable ship-borne physical superluminal engine must be extremely precious even to an ancient existence like the Star Missiles, and they have already prepared themselves for a sky-high price to be offered for it.

"How many Astartes have you assembled for this expedition?" Russell asked without any anger. "And how do you plan to send the construction template of the stargate to Terra?"

"Seven chapters have already gathered in Nirvana, and another six are on their way. It is expected that a total of 7 Space Marine chapters will be assembled in the end."

Alexei answered truthfully:

"Holy Terra is located in the western part of the Milky Way, and we are at the easternmost frontier of the Milky Way. This expedition requires us to cross two-thirds of the Milky Way. The journey is long, far and bumpy, and there are also evil gods at work."

"So I plan to mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized in the Far Eastern Frontier, and have each regiment carry a backup of the stargate template and rush to Terra. No matter what difficulties and obstacles we encounter on the way, or how heavy the losses we suffer, as long as even one regiment or one branch fleet successfully reaches Terra, we can successfully deliver the fire of hope to His Majesty the Divine Emperor."

"And I will also personally participate in this 'fire transmission'."

Alexei's tone was serious and solemn. Obviously, she was not the kind of coward who hid in the rear and used justice to kidnap others. In order to implement the Emperor's will and to pass on the spark of hope for mankind, the Emperor's living saint should lead the way.

Russell thought for a moment and said silently: "13 regiments? Interesting..."