Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

About 5 light-years north of the Aurora coordinate system, there is a deserted galaxy with no name, numbered z8d6 in the archives of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

There are no solid planets or asteroids in the Z8d6 galaxy that can allow organic life to gain a foothold. Only the thin orange-white star in the center of the galaxy provides extremely limited light and heat to this vast desolation.

A half-baked brown dwarf that failed to complete its transformation from a gas giant planet to a star because it could not reach the critical mass to trigger hydrogen fusion was nestled together with the decaying star, sharing each other's incompletely burned body heat.

Perhaps until one day in the future they begin to devour each other, a healthy and bright new star will be born in the z8d6 galaxy.

At least for now, the void of the universe without the light of stars is still dark and cold.

The only gas giant planet in the galaxy moves quietly in the boundless darkness, like an invisible huge ghost.

Generally speaking, it would be difficult for the human empire to locate the real-time location of this unknown giant planet without searching for it through high-cost means such as detecting gravitational waves, but that is no longer needed.

Even the most outdated detectors mounted on the most outdated battleships can easily capture the huge subspace disturbance spreading from the gaseous planet temporarily named "White Ghost".

The "White Ghost" as a whole shows a mixed color of white and brown, with endless waves of gas churning in the atmosphere; the eternal storm composed of high-pressure anticyclones and downdrafts presents a conspicuous feature on the surface of the White Ghost's star. There are dark brown marks, and in the center of this mark, the deepest part of the eternal storm, the surging subspace energy pours out from here.

A huge monster exuding a corrupt aura slowly poked its head out from the center of the storm.

It was a giant void whale with a body length of more than 20,000 kilometers, cruising here on the ocean currents of subspace.

Its body is highly corrupted, with black and green mold spots dotted all over its back, and the gaps between its scales are filled with milky white mycelium; its skin is a sickly duck green, and its huge rotten eyeballs are constantly emitting foul-smelling pus. Under the water, the fins under the abdomen slowly moved, and the huge body like a celestial body just "slid" out of the center of the storm, breaking away from the gravitational constraints of the white ghost.

The bulging belly of the Void Whale is filled with friendly and lovely Nurglings and Plaguebearers. Mildew and mycelium grow into the sacred three-ring plague symbol on the back of the giant whale. It is filled with the love of a loving father. Love has come to the real universe.

After the first one came the third and fourth, and more and more void whales swam out of the storm.

Some of them have red scales and long sharp curved horns, and their scarlet eyeballs are burning with bloodthirsty desire; some have sticky and flexible tentacles swaying, and they are covered from the scales on the body to the mucous membranes in the body. The sensitive nerve synapses were exposed, and while swimming forward, he enjoyed the endless stimulation brought by the countless demons cocooning in his body.

Compared to the regular webway gates controlled by the Eldar, this eternal storm located on the surface of the white ghost cannot be called a "gate" at all. It is just a broken gap.

The huge network system built by the ancient saints has a powerful self-checking mechanism. After detecting that it has been invaded by the tombstone gate of the Necron, the network itself will actively cut off the entire branch that has been stepped on by the Necron, and will be invaded. That section of the network channel is isolated from the entire network channel system to prevent the spread of intrusions.

The highly mutated void whales followed the mysterious guidance of the Lord of Changes and entered this dusty webway through the tombstone gate, delivering the endless army of demons directly to the Esbanese sector. The hinterland, the north of Aurora.

Riding on the ocean currents flowing from the Sea of ​​Souls into the real universe, the giant void whales wandered towards Aurora in groups.

"We have detected psychic signals from multiple creatures, and—Your Majesty the Emperor!"

On the Iron Fist strike cruiser, the psyker who was detecting the signals from the northern subspace of the galaxy in real time through the psionic divination array suddenly let out a shrill scream. His head exploded instantly, and the splattered brains stained the chests of the Space Marines. Wings of Glory, pale bone spurs grew out from under his robe, and he turned around and pounced on Eldoshan, who was communicating with friendly forces.

But before the rampaging psychic energy, which was enough to easily squeeze the powerful Space Marines to death, could explode, the old leader of the Iron Wraiths punched the fallen monster that was rushing toward him into a pulp.

"Every ship obeys the order, imprison... no, execute all psykers on board immediately. We cannot afford the price of their rampage." Eldorshan said seriously.

This is a heavy choice. Most of the psykers in the Imperial fleet are navigators or astropaths stationed by local astrology offices. Executing all these people means that the fleet will lose the ability to sail long distances and communicate across galaxies. ...it's not that bad.

They are far luckier than other imperial combatants struggling in the galaxy. Compared with those captains who are in desperate situations, Eldorshan can make this heavy decision relatively easily, because Aurora is an L-star gate. of galaxies.

All important systems throughout Esbanese have been connected to the L-Stargate network, which has brought them unparalleled high-speed information circulation and military mobilization efficiency.

The army gathered in Nirvana is coming here through the star gate network. Not in 1 year, not in 6 months, not even in 1 month. The support fleet will arrive in Aurora and Trodom in 3 days. .

As the capital of the sector, Nirvana can promptly learn about emergencies occurring in the hinterland system Aurora and the fleet logistics base Trodom, and respond as quickly as possible to provide support. This was the ideal administrative capital of the past. I dare not think about it.

All this is thanks to China Unicom’s stargate network.

And the L-star gate is a gift from the star bomber...

Eldorshan slowly lowered his power fist stained with the blood of the mutated psyker. He looked through the porthole of the Iron Fist and looked at the tentacles squirming in the orbit of Mirafar, greedily sucking the soup of life. Huge monster.

"Is this a sacrifice? Or is it the price paid for the deal with the Star Destroyer?" Erdoshan didn't have an answer.

The only thing he can know is that if the human empire can break away from the shackles of subspace and break away from the chains of evil gods, the price required is only to sacrifice the people of the empire on a planet, a galaxy or even a sector...

Faced with such a deal, even his genetic father, the compassionate Primarch who values ​​the lives of civilians most, would feel a little shaken.

In the darkness of the north, the subspace disturbance caused by the void whale swarm is gradually approaching, and the Imperial Navy's detector has been able to vaguely capture the approximate position and size of the whale swarm. Erdoshan has made many targeted tactical arrangements for this, so that after the whales enter the galaxy, they can immediately enter the battle with the best formation...

But before their deployment was in place, they received a warning signal from the Fleet of the Order of Truth:

"Target enters range, prepare to launch tachyon light spear——"