Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

After a short distance teleportation to the foot of the No. 3 central spire of the urban planet Embra, Gray Wind curiously looked at the servo skeletons floating around the spire like ghosts, and the human brain wetware embedded in each circuit node.

Russell wore a night-like black robe, covered his face with psychic mist, and walked forward with Gray Wind. Their destination was the top of the spire.

When Gray Wind was the Star Territory Governor in the Human Federation, he stayed on the "United" home planet which was transformed into an ideal city. The entire planet was a modern metropolis with simple and beautiful road planning, quick and efficient resource deployment, and abundant housing. , with a wide range of consumer goods and entertainment and living facilities. Under the utopian living standards, every resident on the urban planet has a high degree of happiness, and the production efficiency has been pushed to the top, and everything is prosperous.

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

Slaves with barely any clothes on are crowded into dark workshops and work day and night. 98% of their labor income must be turned over as taxes. They are exhausted every day and can barely feed themselves.

In order to increase work efficiency, the robots will implant prosthetic organs such as robotic arms and exoskeletons for each of them. The implantation surgery on the slave workers naturally does not require any anesthesia, and is always accompanied by great pain and discomfort. Low mortality rate.

According to Hui Feng's estimation, with such intensity of labor, workers will soon die of exhaustion - their prosthetic organs will be dug out immediately after death and implanted into other new slave workers, starting a new cycle. ——The corpse will naturally not be wasted, but the recycling process is a bit difficult to pass the review.

Such an inhumane production model inevitably makes Gray Wind, who is familiar with the management system of the human federation, somewhat uncomfortable with the mechanism. But what it does not know is that after Alexei launched the Terra expedition and began to gather troops in the Nirvana system, there were continuous imperial colonies because The defense was empty and was captured by the green-skinned orcs. Billions of refugees have fled from various fallen worlds. Abandoned people either smuggled across the country or boarded rudimentary civilian spacecraft, wandering among the stars like bereft dogs, longing for only one place to return.

Therefore, even if the robots exploit the slave labor inhumanely, there are still many people who want to stay in the Falla galaxy where the guide statue is watching. Nifl and other hives are already overcrowded. How many people want to There is no way to be squeezed.

The psychic detector of the Gray Gu mothership hovering above the orbit felt the suffering and numbness that filled the entire planet. Gray Feng followed Russell obediently, and the two of them walked into the tower together.

On both sides of the door stood two Astartes monks wearing gorgeous red and gold-colored finely crafted power armor and holding bolt guns. The blood drop badges on the shoulder armor indicated their identities. Several of them were warriors from the "Crimson Nouveau", a sub-group of the Blood Angels. Now a small team was specially sent to protect the Emperor's prophetess.

"The Prophet is waiting for you at the top of the tower, Star Catcher... sir?" one of the Space Marines said politely.

"Take me there" Russell nodded.

"yes."

The four crimson upstart warriors quickly changed their positions and surrounded Russell and Gray Wind. The four stood in the four directions, front, rear, left and right, and surrounded them through the dense corridor to the location of the teleportation device that goes directly to the top of the tower. .

On the way, Gray Wind held Russell's hand and stayed close to him, curiously scanning the four Astartes one by one. The armors on their bodies were all very gorgeous, with rose thorn patterns entwined with bright red that symbolized the blood of angels. Drops of blood. The squad leader who just spoke to Russell was not wearing a helmet, and had shoulder-length golden hair that matched the gorgeous golden patterns on his armor. His facial features were so handsome that even a woman would be ashamed of herself.

"Are you stunned? The descendants who inherit the blood of Sanguinius are all handsome, and they are the most handsome among the Astartes." Russell joked.

The four warriors all remained serious as they praised the star bomber, but their bodies straightened unconsciously and their steps became more orderly. It was obvious that they were very proud of their genetic father.

Gray Feng quickly looked away and whispered: "If we talk about the appearance of the physical body, I think the marshal is the most beautiful..."

Not long after, several people came to the patio where the transmission beacon was arranged. Before they got close, they could see the densely exposed gears, several slave workers maintaining the equipment, and an apprentice pilot with a machine servant. The steps of the crimson upstarts were still uniform, escorting them very steadily into the coverage of the teleportation beacon.

"Where do you need to go? Venerable Brother Astartes." The apprentice pilot bowed humbly and asked.

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

"As you wish."

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

Gray Wind looked at the gorgeous and exquisitely crafted power armor and tall and mighty figures of the crimson upstarts, and then looked at the ragged rags and withered arms of several slave workers, two of whom were not even ready yet. Adult adolescent boy. Suddenly, an indescribable and strange feeling appeared in its matrix thinking.

Sensing Gray Feng's strange mood, Russell said lightly: "He is already happier than 99% of the people in the empire."

"Ah this..." Gray Wind didn't know how to respond for a moment, but he felt that he had a deeper understanding of what the Marshal said before, "The human empire has actually been destroyed long ago"?

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

"Marshal, haven't you thought about changing anything?" Gray Wind quietly transmitted this sentence into Russell's brain in the form of electrical coding.

"How should I put it? Although the people of the Empire are genetically far from the humans I know, and can only be regarded as humanoid creatures with the same origin as humans... But to say that I have no empathy for them is that It’s fake.” Russell muttered silently, holding Hui Feng’s hand tighter.

Gray Feng was a little curious: "Then, why?"

Russell smiled: "Because in the final analysis, I have never liked the Empire, I just have a good impression of the Emperor. I have no self-identity as a citizen of the Empire, and I don't owe them anything morally. Naturally, I have no position to interfere with the human empire." internal affairs.”

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

Except for a few adherents of the Ecclesiarchy who stubbornly believe that the Star Bomber is the incarnation of the Emperor, many imperial institutions, including the Inquisition and the Mechanicum, do not regard him as one of their own. If he wants to be the savior of the empire, others may not be happy to accept him. Not to mention saving, it is easy to be criticized as a heretic.

Why bother to come forward like a licking dog and work for the happy life of the people of the empire without asking for anything in return?

"Well..." Hui Feng understood the logic rather distressedly.

While the two were communicating, the crimson upstart had already sent them to the door of the Genting Hall at the top of the spire.

With the escort up to this point, several interstellar warriors had no intention of going further in. The team leader used his biological code to unlock the genetic identification lock in the Genting lobby, and then led three team members to guard outside the door, watching the bullets. Star Man and Gray Wind entered the door one after another.

When you walk in, the first thing that comes into view is the glazed dome of the Genting Lobby. Through the dome, you can directly see the pale pink atmosphere and the magnificent orbiting star rings.

There were two people standing under the dome. The white-haired woman underneath, covered only by a white robe, was Alexei. The one with a body twisting and twisting like a mechanical centipede and wearing a red robe of gears is the technical sage Spangler.

The two were discussing something. When Russell arrived, Alexei stopped talking and bowed his head: "You are here."

Her manners are impeccable and her voice is gentle and soft, which makes people very fond of her.

He shouldn't look like an emperor... maybe?

Russell adjusted his mentality and led Hui Feng to walk up to the two of them and exchange greetings with Alexei and Spangler respectively, and then asked: "Let's get straight to the point, Ms. Leiput, why are you looking for me? "

"It's like this. I'm 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 in the star area around Esbanese, and allowed the greenskins to kill the people of the Empire wantonly?" Russell's voice was as calm and dead 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 fog flowing under the hood of the star bomber, and she said eloquently:

"This expedition is to send the construction template of the L-Star Gate to Terra. You should know what this means to the Empire. Our battleships carry the fire of the future of mankind. We must bring the fire to the Holy Under the throne of the God-Emperor of Terra, dispel the long night that has tortured mankind for tens of thousands of years."

Alexey clasped his hands tightly, and pale golden light spots were like tears running down the corners of his eyes: "In the face of the salvation of all mankind, no sacrifice is too big to be accepted, including sacrificing myself, Your Excellency, the Star-Buster."

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

He turned his gaze to 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! Your Excellency, Star Bomber!" Spangler blurted out. After realizing his gaffe, he quickly forced himself to calm down. The electronic lung in his chest moved greatly, making a whirring sound.

Alexey smiled apologetically at Russell, and then said: "I believe you also know that this expedition has been under the watchful eyes of the four gods of chaos from the beginning. Once the fleet jumps into subspace, there will be a battle waiting for us. A subspace storm of unprecedented scale... Therefore, we hope to rent several high-speed battleships equipped with warp engines from you, Your Excellency."

Obviously, the prophetess knew through some channels why the armed scientific research fleet of the Order of Truth could arrive at the Flare Galaxy earlier than the fleet of the Adeptus Mechanicus even though it set off later.

She felt very uneasy when she said this. Spangler also carefully observed the mood of the star bomber, fearing that his overstepping would anger him.

After all, such a stable shipboard physical hyperdrive must be extremely valuable even to ancient beings like Star Bombers, and they are already mentally prepared to be offered a sky-high price.

"How many Astartes battle groups have you summoned for this expedition?" Russell asked without any anger: "How do you plan to send the Stargate construction template to Terra?"

"Seven chapters have already gathered in Nirvana, and six more are on their way. It is expected that a total of 13 Space Marine chapters will eventually be assembled."

Alexey answered truthfully:

"Holy Terra is located in the west of the Milky Way, and we are at the easternmost border of the Milky Way. This expedition needs to cross 2/3 of the Milky Way. The journey is long, remote and bumpy, and there are evil gods at work."

"So I plan to mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized in the Far East Frontier, and let each battle group carry a backup copy of the Stargate template to rush to Terra. No matter what difficulties and obstacles we encounter on the way, and how heavy the losses we suffer, as long as there is even a A battle group or a branch fleet that successfully reaches Terra can successfully deliver the fire of hope to His Majesty the God-Emperor."

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

Alexey's tone was serious and solemn. Obviously, she was not the kind of coward who hides in the rear and kidnaps others with her righteousness. In order to implement the emperor's will and to pass on the hope of mankind, the emperor's living saint should be a pioneer. .

Russell thought for a while and said silently: "13 battle groups? Interesting..."

"Your Excellency?" Spangler couldn't help but wanted to speak out, but was immediately interrupted by Russell.

"I can provide you with 13 Glory Queen-class battleships equipped with warp engines, and renovate and upgrade the chapter flagships of these 13 chapters and equip them with warp engines - as long as you can accept some more unorthodox biotechnology ." Russell said lightly.

"Wha-what?!"

The technical sage felt as if his head had been hit hard, and he began to wonder if he was in a fantasy. However, the pounding of the mechanical heart reminded him that the electrolytic fluid strength had exceeded the standard and he needed to control his emotions. .

Alexey suppressed the excitement in her heart. She pressed her hands on her chest and her breathing became a little faster. She was not as enthusiastic about technological products as the Adeptus Mechanicus, but she also understood what a huge help it was.

It was undoubtedly unexpected that the Star Bombers were willing to give them such strong support.

So, what is the reward he wants? Can you afford it yourself?

"I am deeply grateful for your generosity, Your Excellency Star Bomber." Alexei said softly: "What reward do you want us to give you? ... With all due respect, it is difficult for me to find items of comparable value right now. You exchange, but if it is His Majesty the God Emperor, he will definitely be willing to pay a huge price for it."

"If you want to offend the Emperor, you should arrive at Terra alive first." Russell said unhurriedly: "I don't expect you to give me equivalent material rewards. What I want is something else."

Alexey became more and more confused: "What exactly do you want?"

Russell smiled faintly: "Far Eastern Frontier."