Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

The lack of defense allowed the green-skinned orcs, alien pirates and other forces to launch massive attacks, dragging the northern and southern star belts into the bottomless abyss.

The Dark Eldar indulged in slaughtering unarmed civilians for fun on abandoned Imperial colonies; the alien pirates plundered and searched everywhere in shabby airships that could be easily destroyed by a small macrocannon. While seizing resources, they also captured a large number of young and healthy Imperial people to be raised as meat livestock.

A few stubborn officers and governors who upheld their noble honor and refused to leave with the expeditionary force collected the remaining munitions on their respective planets, gathered the imperial citizens who were unwilling to sink under their command, and fought desperately against the invasion of the greenskins, vowing to live and die with their hometown.

However, their stubborn resistance only made the greenskin boys more desperate.

Year 40 of the 001th millennium. This is a time of despair.

Compared with the green tide and the rampant alien pirates and dark elves, the remaining resistance of mankind is so insignificant, just like the candles lit during a tsunami, which are extinguished in an instant.

The wails of countless souls merged into an endless Shura purgatory in the starry sky - it was in such a purgatory that the scarlet shadow silently enveloped, and deadly insect tentacles stretched out from the Nightmare Constellation's large cavity, enveloping the "Astoria" star sector closest to them in the northern star belt.

The arrival of the Zerg brought with it the shadow of the subspace that blocked all astropathic communications. However, the remaining troops in the Astoria sector who were stubbornly resisting the ravages of the aliens were not very aware of this, because the astropathic communication system in the sector had completely collapsed long ago with the departure of the expeditionary force, and they had been fighting alone.

They didn't even have a decent warship, and even the orbital defense artillery had been dismantled and taken away by the Mechanicus. The great and noble expedition had emptied out all of Astoria's military strength, and the abandoned people could only hide in despair underground in the hive city, allowing the alien ships in orbit to bombard them at will.

Therefore, they cannot see what is happening in space.

"Orbital bombardment... why did it stop?"

On the historic main planet of "Favrna", the capital of the Astoria sector, the newly appointed governor of the sector poked his head out from the fortifications with a dusty face and looked up at the burning sky above his head.

The pirate attack boat that was originally hanging high in the sky had disappeared at some point, and the haze covering the sky was gradually dissipating.

Something vaguely emerged above the haze.

She opened her eyes wide and tried hard to see what it was, but was pulled back into the pit by the guards behind her.

On the ground, the green-skinned orcs' fierce attacks on the fortifications gradually sparsed, but the mortal guards guarding the fortifications still did not relax at all, because the "Duchess" was here.

Baroness Henriette, the second daughter of the Governor of the Astoria Sector, is also the current Lord of Fafner who has just taken office.

"There's no need to be so nervous, soldier. I'm the commander and I need to know the situation on the battlefield." Henriette said with a frown.

The guard wiped the blood off his cheekbone with his sleeve and shook his head: "No matter what happens outside, your first priority is to ensure your own safety. As for battlefield intelligence... there are no more usable auspicious instruments, but we can collect them."

Finally, he stared into the baroness' eyes and emphasized: "Duke Fafner abandoned us. You are the only noble and official on the entire planet who did not board your father's warship and stayed here secretly. Praise your nobility, Baroness. We have called on this resistance army in the name of Baroness Henriette. So I ask you again, please cherish your life."

After saying that, the guard carefully climbed out of the fortification with two other soldiers to investigate the reason why the green-skinned orcs' offensive slowed down.

"I just... I just don't want to run away." Henriette sighed distressedly.

How could she know anything about battlefield command? She had just enrolled in the Fafnir Military Academy last year and had only attended classes for half a year. She had just learned that "dying for the God-Emperor is the highest honor."

Even if she stood here with such awareness, she could only serve as a mascot to boost the morale of the troops. Even the title of Baroness was a temporary self-promotion.

Watching the soldiers who went out for reconnaissance gradually walk away, Henriette poked his head out of the bunker again and stared at the sky of Valrhona.

Because the expeditionary force left with a large number of technicians, the factories on the main planet of Fafner have been shut down for a long time, and the pollution clouds that have been hanging over the hive city all year round have also been reduced. Now one can see the haze above one's head slowly dissipating at a trend visible to the naked eye.

The dense sound of gunfire in the ruins of the city somehow subsided, and there was a desolate silence.

Through the gradually dissipating haze, Baroness Henriette saw a bright giant mechanical ring, hanging above the orbit of Farner and rotating quietly.

The clouds had dispersed, and something cold fell on the baroness's dusty white face, making her frown.

"It's raining?"

Henriette stretched out his hand with some doubt, and caught a few strands of falling rain. The raindrops were so light that they quickly melted into his flesh and blood and disappeared as soon as they landed on his palm.

The giant mechanical ring above his head was still turning silently, and the silver rain was getting heavier and heavier, covering the entire Fafner.

Chapter 175 Brain Pad Wave

In the core galaxy Fafner obscured by scarlet shadows, a large number of alien pirate ships are fleeing in panic.

Because the galaxy is completely shielded by the Zerg's shadow, the fleeing pirate ships cannot navigate via subspace engines and can only rely on nuclear fusion reactors or plasma cores for physical propulsion. It is simply a pipe dream to want to escape the Zerg's pursuit in this way.

A large number of spirit-seeking bone spiders used their spirits and psychic energy to weave a complex network that spread throughout the entire star system. Although the swarm's LAN could not stick a space battleship in place like a real spider web could trap flying insects, it was enough to make the pirate ship's navigation within the galaxy extremely difficult. The speed could not be increased, and they could only watch the huge and ferocious biological mothership getting closer and closer.

The alien pirates who were showing off their might over the ancient main star in the Astoria star zone a few hours ago now became the prey. The biological mothership, like a giant squid, wrapped the pirate ship in its mouth with its tender red tentacles.

Faced with ferocious swarms of insects capable of fighting against chaos beasts, mere alien pirates and flying insects seem to be no different.

After the shield system was paralyzed, the powerful psychic energy of the Zerg mothership killed all living things on the ship in an instant. Its soft tentacles pushed open the hatch and reached into the corridor, carefully cleaning every corner inside the hull.

In a short while, all the biomass on a pirate ship was completely sucked away by the hive mothership, leaving not even a drop.

“So little…”

Koroniel slowly and methodically preyed on the pirate ship that was struggling in the spider web. For it, this was just like eating melon seeds - the seeds were scattered on the ground and had to be picked up one by one.

In comparison, the main star of Fafnir in the same galaxy is much more delicious. It is the capital planet of a star zone, with a population of about 100 million. After the massive invasion of the greenskins, this number has rapidly decreased, but the total amount of biomass on the planet has increased.

It's so painful to be able to look but not eat... Coronie wiped the digestive fluid from the corner of his mouth and controlled the biological mothership to take the last pirate ship into its mouth.

The Colossus is still in orbit around Fafner Prime.

"The dispersal of atmospheric nanorobots is in progress. The 'Nano Plague' is expected to complete the infection and assimilation of the world's 67 billion people in about 92.8 hours." In the control room of the Ring of Doom, Gray Wind stood next to the main control position and reported.

"This efficiency is not bad. It is within the expected range. It should be even faster for some sparsely populated planets." Russell stretched lazily in the main control position and rubbed his temple with one hand. "But when I think about the fact that there are nearly 200 inhabited planets in the Astoria sector alone, I get a headache..."

Gray Wind put a finger in front of his lips and said thoughtfully, "Before she left, the prophetess gave me the star zone management data compiled by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Based on this, it is conservatively estimated that there are at least 8000 colonized planets in the entire Far East region. If statistical errors are taken into account, there will be more."

"Stop, it will give me a headache if you say it out loud." Russell quickly stopped it, not wanting it to continue irritating his nerves.

Outside the Colossus, Fafner at the feet of the Ring of Destruction had been submerged in a gray-white nano torrent.

Compared to the neutron annihilation that swept Mirafar five years ago, this time the Colossus launch seemed somewhat affectionate, with countless large numbers of nanorobots spreading in the atmosphere, falling like a gentle rain.

Colossus Weapon: Nanoplague.

A huge number of nanorobots are released into the atmosphere through the Star Destroyer Colossus, so that the nano plague can infect every corner of the planet. The organic population infected by the nano plague will be forced to undergo prosthetic transformation by the nanorobots that invade their bodies, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

The benefit is that the nanorobots that become part of the organic body will autonomously repair the host's original organ failure and muscle strain, greatly extending the life expectancy of the population while also significantly improving the physical fitness of the infected population.

The downside is that these nanorobots usually live in the body and work hard, which is beneficial but not harmful. However, their highest control protocol is always controlled by a micro-mechanical Gestalt consciousness - Gray Wind.

As long as Grey Wind wants, it can wipe out the lives of all organic creatures infected with the Nano Plague at any time.

In this way, Russell was finally able to solve to a certain extent the biggest obstacle facing his expansion: population.

If one wants to create a powerful regime that can stand firm in the galaxy with only one colony, Faya, even if every family works hard to mint coins for the Star-Bombers, there will not be enough people to use them. Just one urban planet will be enough to fill the gap for a hundred or eighty years.

All kinds of giant structures in the future will require people to build and maintain them, and the labor gap is indeed huge. But when you think about the fact that there are at least 8,000 colonized planets in the Far East Frontier... this gap seems a little small.

And this is just a small corner of the Human Empire in the Far East of the Extreme Star Region.

My head hurts...

Gray Wind chuckled, walked to the back of the seat and began to rub the Marshal's shoulders and neck. He put his moist lips behind his ear and whispered softly, "Come on, Marshal. You still have to study later. Magnus said that you are astonishingly ignorant of the 'Vast Ocean'. You need to start from the most basic understanding of psychic energy."

What is the vast ocean?

"Please spare me..." Russell slumped down in the seat weakly, tilted his neck back and leaned his head against Gray Wind: "Gray Wind, I need to be healed."

Huifeng tried hard to hold back his laughter and put on a helpless expression that said, "I really can't do anything to you." "How about 500 grams on each side?"

"How would I know how much 500 grams is? Just change it."

"Good~"

Feeling behind his head, Russell's tired heart was finally healed.

On the main planet of Fafner, the nano plague is still spreading.

This is the fourth planet he has "assimilated" since the expedition fleet completely abandoned the Far Eastern frontier.

Important planets like Nifol, Trodome, and Fafner, which are densely populated and have a large amount of preserved infrastructure, are Russell's priority areas of attention. These places can immediately become productive after initial post-disaster reconstruction.

For ordinary people above, being infected with the nano plague can even be considered a good thing, because the Human Empire never provides medical care services to the lower-class population, and having their life and death controlled by nanorobots can at least guarantee their physical health - as long as they can get over the hurdle of "betraying the Emperor" and work honestly for the Star Missiles.

Russell himself did not have any extravagant pursuit of pleasure, and the Truth Order also adhered to the concept of technological governance based on the theory of productivity. This group of technology geeks pursued the pleasure of knowledge more than material enjoyment.

This kind of production relationship under the supervision of Gestalt consciousness cannot be said to be very healthy, but the rational concept of technological governance can effectively curb the corruption problem that has plagued the empire for nearly ten thousand years and greatly reduce the waste of resources caused by the excessive spending of the upper class.

In fact, in many cases, the resources produced by an imperial world are enough to support a population several times that of its own planet, but for some reason the local nobles would use all kinds of inexplicable reasons and means to starve, exhaust, and torture large numbers of the lower-class people to death, which even made Russell, who claimed to be a war criminal, frown.

How could someone waste labor like this...

As far as Russell was concerned, even if they were slaves captured in war or refugees who fled, as long as they could contribute to his empire through their labor, he would at least give them a decent standard of living.

Compared with the imperial bureaucrats, Russell was considered to be a relatively human being.

Chapter 176 Embracing the Truth

Three standard Terra days later, the silvery rain that had submerged the entire planet finally stopped.

The tentacles of the hive mothership squirmed and stretched out to other star systems and resource centers that protected Fafner. As the scarlet shadow dissipated, the Ring of Destruction hanging in the sky also activated its jump engine and left.

An ordinary hive resident who was seriously injured in the greenskin invasion woke up in a daze from the devastated ruins. He opened his eyes and saw a gloomy sky above his head with the haze dissipated.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The hive dweller was immediately engulfed by great fear. He screamed in panic and crawled into a bomb crater blown out by the greenskins. He curled up in the pitiful shadow and trembled like a maggot that could not stand the light.

——Phobia of open spaces, this is a common characteristic of many hive residents.

The building structures made of plastic concrete and adamantium continued to expand during the long colonial period of thousands of years. Dense residential and industrial areas were stacked layer by layer. Super urban clusters with a large population eventually grew into a towering and dense steel jungle, which is the "hive city".

The towering hive city spires stand tall on foundations built with the flesh and blood of countless lower-class people. They are high enough to pierce the atmosphere, allowing the noble merchants and aristocrats living on the hive city spires to stay away from the thick polluted clouds that have accumulated on the surface of the planet for thousands of years and see the starlight that ordinary people will never see in their entire lives.

——Yes, although it is difficult to imagine, the vast majority of the lower-class people in the human empire will never see the "sun" of their planet once in their lifetime.

The so-called "Dark Empire" is not a metaphor, but an objective fact. It is an empire where most people live in a dim environment.

But this is not how the hive began.

A hive city often accommodates a huge population of billions or tens of billions. In the heyday of mankind, such huge cities are often managed by artificial intelligence. The huge urban cluster operates in an orderly manner under the perfect pollution treatment system and efficient material collection and transfer. The advanced intelligent AI serves every human individual living in it meticulously.

Each nest is a brilliant crystallization of human civilization.

After the Iron Man Rebellion, the hive ecosystem quickly collapsed without the management of artificial intelligence. A large number of facilities were not maintained, and the lack of pollution soon got out of control. The once beautiful and habitable planet quickly turned into a death world. The hives were filled with the endless groans of countless humans. The hatred and distrust of AI have been embedded in the genes of every human being from that moment on.

After the Long Night, humans living in the hive cities adapted to the gloomy and cramped high-pressure environment through dozens or even hundreds of generations of hard reproduction, and also learned to endure the deadly heavy pollution at the bottom of the city.

The extremely high population density and the crowded and narrow space in the lower levels of the hive have caused the physiology and psychology of most ordinary residents to become distorted and degenerated. These people, who have been curled up in dark corners since birth, are often afraid of empty environments and bright lights, and become sensitive and neurotic. It is difficult to call them "human" both physically and mentally.

In fact, the nobles of Fafnir also prefer to call the common people rats in the gutter - although even rats live better than most of the lower-level residents of the nest.

Because mice that have adapted to a highly polluted environment can at least fill their stomachs with radiated food, while a nest often suffers from famine for 100 years out of a century of operation... isn't the proportion too high?

“Ah—ah! Aaaaaaah—!”