Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"But I walked around the cage a few times and didn't see any external devices that could power the energy field generator." Alphonse continued, "Instead, inside the cage, I found a total of 15 regular and sophisticated structures that I speculated were used to absorb energy."

"If your speculation is correct, then this cage..." Lysitia now understood what he meant by "interesting".

Alphonse nodded and gave his conclusion: "I think this cage contains one or more powerful creatures with enormous energy. The Necrons use the device inside the cage to extract energy from it to maintain the etheric energy field that wraps the cage, imprisoning this creature to death - if it can die."

He spoke in a serious manner, but his words were a little lacking in strength. This was the first time that Alphonse, who was raised by the Order of Truth, had independently expressed his own opinions on something and came to his own conclusion.

Alphonse really had no confidence in his own abilities.

But when he thought that even someone like Lysitia could be kept in the order, his heart was filled with hope for life.

"Using the power of prisoners to imprison prisoners... Interesting statement, and very credible."

A middle-aged preacher with a mean look stroked the short stubble on his chin and finally said, "According to your point of view, if the energy in the prisoner's body is exhausted, the cage will unlock itself - obviously the cage did not unlock automatically, but was broken from the inside out, and the top of the pyramid was also broken."

"Indeed..." Alphonse nodded.

While the bloodthirsty Adeptus Mechanicus and the Darkworker constructs in the tomb were fighting to the death, the missionary and his team held a small seminar on the phenomenon on the cage. This is a fine tradition of the Adeptus Truth, to discuss everything that can be discussed at any time and to exchange information and ideas with each other in a timely manner.

After a less intense debate, Alphonse tried to work out a timeline with the help of everyone:

About 100 years ago, the Star Bombers detonated the binary star system in this system to annihilate the Zerg. The explosion of the star spawned a destructive flare that engulfed the entire system and also affected this planet.

"According to our calculations, the orbit of the carbonized crystal planet that bound the pyramid group in close orbit has undergone a significant change. Simply put, this planet should have been orbiting a little further inward in the galaxy, and it was probably forcibly 'pushed' outward for a distance by the impact of the big bang."

The middle-aged preacher showed Alphonse a mathematical model and explained, "If we go back in time to before the star exploded, the original orbit of this carbonized crystal planet should be here."

Everyone's eyes followed the tip of the pen in his hand and fell on one part of the celestial body model. Suddenly, everyone's expression became subtle, some were confused, some were relieved.

There is nothing wrong with this position. It is reasonable that a planet of this size should orbit in this orbit.

The only unreasonable thing is that the coordinates completely coincide with the location of the pyramid group.

"When Bernadette first discovered the pyramids, she observed a phase shift phenomenon that flickered." He finally said, "Combined with the advanced dimensional technology of the Necrons, it is not difficult to conclude that this group of pyramids was originally hidden inside the planet by the Necrons' phase shift technology, but after the planet itself was pushed away by the destructive flare, the pyramids themselves did not move with it, but were exposed in space."

"The tetrahedron cage malfunctioned at that time, and the things inside broke through the seal and escaped. The awakened Necrons also disappeared."

Alphonse nodded. This explanation could explain many of the original doubts.

The awakened Necrons came out in full force to hunt down the escaped prisoners. They took away almost all the ships of the Tomb World, moved away most of the weapons and facilities, and left only about 2000 mindless Flayers and a large number of Ghostworker constructs.

That does make sense, but...

"The Necrons, who possess advanced technology that can be called a miracle, actually need to mobilize so many troops to hunt down a prisoner." Lysitia said with some surprise:

"What kind of prisoner is that?"

Chapter 125 Old Friend

Inside the central pyramid, the technical priests who were fighting against the construct army quickly obtained the information and data shared by Alphonse and his group.

Along with this comes good news and bad news.

The good news is that the Necrons in the Tomb World have already left, and they will not encounter the main fleet of the Necromancer Dynasty. Apart from a small number of abandoned Skinners and the Underworld Constructions left behind to watch over the house, there are no other threats worth being vigilant about. It is only a matter of time before the entire Tomb World is taken over.

The bad news is that the Necrons could be back at any time.

"In summary, it is best for you not to be overly obsessed with achieving results and sweeping up spoils of war, and to seize the opportunity to evacuate as soon as possible."

Alphonse gave his final advice and cut off the sound array communication with the technical priest. Not far ahead of him, Lysitia was commanding the Banshee Squad to cooperate with the Servants to dismantle the hypercube cage in the center of the pyramid.

Calling out the table from the artificial retina, Alphonse once again confirmed the progress of this long expedition: multiple samples of the Necrons' Gauss weapons, Hades structures, inertia-free engine wreckage, living metal, etc. have been recovered and are ready to be brought back to the research base for reverse engineering.

The operational objectives of this expedition were basically achieved. As long as they dismantled the damaged cage and loaded it onto the ship, it would be time for them to evacuate. However, such a large facility could not be taken away in its entirety. It had to be dismantled into parts and transported in batches.

High-speed transport planes carrying different parts of the hypercube cage flew across the central avenue of the tomb world where the battle was raging. The preachers driving the transport planes would occasionally seize the opportunity to fire missiles to reduce some of the burden of the armored forces of the Mechanical Society, but that was all. Their primary mission was to evacuate.

Both the hypercube cage and the tomb world itself are hidden in an independent folded plane within the pyramid and do not occupy much space in the physical universe.

While the evacuation work was not yet completed, Alphonse took the time to hide in a hidden corner near the main firefighting area, secretly observing and recording the battle process of the Mechanical Society to capture the Central Pyramid, the operation modes of various weapons carried by the Underworld construct, and its own action logic... These valuable data will help them to carry out reverse engineering later.

The other colleagues were organizing the evacuation process. Alphonse only brought one Eldar Banshee from each of the three teams, Fury, Greed, and Sarcasm, to keep watch by his side. He himself was fully focused on his work as a war correspondent.

"The Tomb Wraiths' senses seem to be very sharp. They are always able to respond to the artillery fire directed at them in time, but their body structure does not seem to be dedicated to combat... Do the Necrons have such combat power even for their logistics robots?"

"The behavior of the underworld beetle, which replicates itself by devouring and decomposing matter, is somewhat similar to that of a nanorobot, but it is much larger in size, and the processing accuracy should also be affected... Strange, this doesn't seem to be a main combat machine."

The more Alphonse observed and recorded, the more frightened he became. How could they be a group of logistics and maintenance machines? The Emotional and Mechanical Repairers were fighting fiercely, bloodied and ready to die, but they were just the cleaning team left by the Necrons in the Tomb World?

If so, how terrifying would their main fleet chasing prisoners be...

The relevant information of various types of underworld structures has been recorded almost completely, and the evacuation work is nearing completion. Alphonse, who is considering retiring, put away the recording equipment, turned around and was about to leave.

At the same moment he turned around, the graceful body of the banshee beside him tensed up instantly, and the sharp blade of spiritual bone inlaid with refined gold burst out with strands of fiery electric current.

"Who!" Alphonse subconsciously exclaimed as he moved his body, and quickly hid behind the ass of the angry banshee holding the high-pressure hot melt with ease. His movements were smooth and silky.

Through the thermal imaging field of view, he could see that in the dark corner behind him, a tall humanoid creature was approaching.

He was over 2 meters tall, almost as tall as an Eldar banshee without armor, but his figure was more majestic. The power armor on his body was stained with blood and covered with cracks, as if he had been through a tough battle.

This was a Space Marine, a seasoned Astartes. Although the emblem on his shoulder armor representing the chapter he belonged to was torn, Alphonse was so familiar with this symbol that he recognized it at a glance even though it was so damaged.

——That is the chapter emblem of the Flame of Repentance Chapter.

"Don't attack yet, but stay alert." Alphonse gave orders to the banshees in a trembling voice, calming the hot melt in the hands of the angry banshees.

Alphonse knew very well that the last thirty or so veterans of the Flame of Repentance disappeared in the Flare Galaxy under the leadership of Chapter Master Miraak, and they also found many corpses of Space Marines around the Tomb World.

But he never expected that he could find a living Fire of Repentance warrior. Because of the long time of disappearance, the Fire of Repentance regiment had even been wiped out by the empire, and the new soldiers recruited from Faya were being organized and rebuilt into a new regiment under the control of the Order of Truth.

Who is he and why is he here at this time?

Alphonse was feeling nervous as the warrior, who was considered quite burly even among the Space Marines, dragged his wounded body towards him with difficulty.

At this distance, with his complex and powerful integrated artificial eye, Alphonse discovered something shocking:

The nuclear-powered backpack on the back of this Astartes stopped working due to external damage, which means that this heavy power armor without energy supply can no longer provide any assistance or support to the wearer.

There were still some fresh wounds on his body that had not yet scabbed over, which meant that after the armor became a burden, he still relied on pure physical strength to fight several dangerous battles and managed to walk here.

What a strong fighting spirit...

Alphonse cautiously poked his head out from behind the enraged banshee, and he saw the true face of the warrior.

With a stern face, firm eyes, and a calmness as still as a mountain, one can tell at a glance that he is the best among the Astartes.

"Miraak..."

As a son of the void who was born on the Flame of Penance and raised in Faya, Alphonse has a very ambiguous feeling towards the Flame of Penance Regiment, and has heard countless stories about the heroic deeds of the hero named Miraak.

Even so, as a monk of truth, Lizhi still suppressed his emotional impulses.

Alphonse did not rush forward to care for Miraak's injury like a child who saw his idol. He carefully took out a small bag of psychic dust and quietly lit it, then asked:

"Chamber Master Miraak, why are you here? Where are the others?"

Chapter 126: Quiet Black Domain

In the long, wispy belt of stars on the Far Eastern frontier, there was once a vast stellar incubator known as the Lost Dream Nebula.

The great crunch caused by the Worm of Time swallowed up this huge dust cloud with a diameter of 24 light-years, and corroded a worm-made chasm called the "Quiet Black Domain" in the starlight at the edge of the Milky Way. The wide black hole event horizon cut the Far Eastern border in half, dividing it into two regions, the southern border and the northern border.

If it was simply a physical astronomical division, it would naturally be impossible to cut off the warp navigation of the Imperial warships. However, shortly after the Big Crunch occurred, a warp storm of a size that was neither too big nor too small, just enough to cover the Tranquil Black Domain, suddenly appeared from the Sea of ​​Souls.

If it weren't for the existence of the L-Star Gate, the Southern Border and the Northern Border would have been completely cut off from each other, and mobilizing the military forces for the Terra Expedition would have become difficult.

Very few people know that in the quiet black domain blocked by astronomical distance and subspace storms, within the black hole horizon that cannot be detected by any detection instruments or psychic divination from the outside world, there is a large space base wrapped in "clouds" that anchors itself in the critical orbit of a black hole body named "Nightmare Void" by imperial astronomers.

Megastructure: Matter Decompressor · Base Address

Through the star gate on the border of the Tranquil Black Domain's gravity well, there are constantly chubby Zerg bio-transport ships entering and exiting, delivering large amounts of raw minerals and metals that have undergone preliminary purification to support the huge consumption of the megastructure project.

The Black Domain Space Station was also built simultaneously with the matter decompressor. Under the control of the Suzheng host, there were only two planets left in the critical base galaxy, and the nano planet located in the innermost ring was completely disintegrated into a mechanical nano cloud.

Russell put all the productivity he could control into the construction of the giant structure, including the mainframe, anti-entropy, and Grey Wind. The efficiency that was pulled to the extreme was countered by the risk of production safety accidents.

Grey Wind was okay, and the reverse entropy was controllable, but the decision to activate the Rectification Host forced Russell to stay in the Black Domain Space Station in person, using his increasingly powerful psychic powers to keep the Zero Storm Projector running while also guarding against the Rectification Protocol getting out of control.

As for why he didn't burn psychic dust for energy but did it himself, it was because for Russell, squatting was no different, and acting as a battery himself could save some psychic dust.

I don't know if it's the effect of the Great Collapse or because the Eldar on the Far Eastern Frontier were really wiped out, but this thing has started to deflate.

Today, Russell stayed at the Tranquil Black Domain Space Station under construction as usual, passing the time with various Eldar books collected and sorted by Coronia from the Ark World of Fordlan.

The Ark Eldar of Fordlan, led by the Supreme Prophet Salazar, are not as martial as the famous Ark Eldar of Bie-Tan in their lifestyle. They are more like a group of cultural relics protectors. They have been committed to collecting and protecting the ancient books that remained after the fall of the Eldar Empire in various places in the galaxy through various means including stealing, robbing, and cheating.

——If the above methods fail to achieve the goal, I will choose to buy.

Therefore, Coronia found a large number of well-preserved precious ancient books from the Ark World of Fódlan, covering history, mythology, the economy and culture of the Eldar Empire, and even science and technology and materials related to spirit bones.

And what Russell needs most now is the various techniques and related knowledge on the use of psychic powers.

The Black Library, known as Little Fordola by the people of the Galaxy.

Holding a gold-edged book with a blood-red cover, Russell looked up at the darkness above the Quiet Black Domain Space Station and began to doubt his life.

"Why do I have to study in this universe?"

"I'm still learning a foreign language..."

After sighing, Russell returned his gaze to the page in front of him. The Eldar's writing was the same as their bodies, twisted and elongated like bean sprouts. The font itself was indeed very beautiful in shape, but it lacked convenience and practicality.

This was like reading a book of heaven to Russell.

"You can't make knowledge enter your brain just by starting to move, Marshal, you have to cheer up." Gray Wind put his hands on his hips and looked at the dejected Russell with a helpless and doting look, just like a young mother who was annoyed by a spoiled cub but couldn't bear to beat him.

It gently touched a character in front of Russell with one finger and said: "This character means: 'star', 'light', 'fire', 'day', 'phoenix', 'life', 'rebirth', 'the positive development of things'..."

"Why can one character have so many meanings..." Russell wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Because it has so many meanings, right? And it has to be combined with different contexts and pronounced differently. Well, there are about 53 common pronunciations of this character, which are... Marshal, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Russell who was almost going crazy, Grey Wind was a little at a loss. As a Gestalt consciousness, it naturally did not understand how painful it was for organic life to learn, especially learning the Eldar language which was famous for its complexity.

Without empathy, there is no way to understand. Grey Wind didn't know how to calm his depressed mood, so he could only bend down and hug Russell's neck, and gently put his cheek against his ear.

"Coroniai said that close physical contact with the opposite sex will cause the human brain to secrete dopamine and oxytocin, making the mood happy... Will you feel better about this?" Gray Wind whispered in Russell's ear.

If I were a hard-core ruthless person like the Oil Man who could get horny for machines, then the answer would probably be yes... Russell sighed and touched Gray Wind's arm that was hugging him: "Thank you, Gray Wind, I'm better now."

"Marshal, you are lying. There is obviously no significant change in your brain hormone levels."

"You know it, yet you're asking?" Russell gently bumped Gray Wind's head with his own.