Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The Death Scythe battleships of the Necrons equipped with advanced inertia-free engines have absolute speed and maneuverability that far exceed conventional plasma cores. Almost as soon as the technical priests calmed down the restless machine souls, the Death Scythe fleet was already rushing into their faces. They weren't given much room to react.

Without the need for Commander-in-Chief Eliwood to give orders, the experienced captains of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet cooperated with each other to form a formation to meet the enemy. The Nova Cannon and Light Spear were all ready, and the first salvo started immediately.

However, what all the officers did not expect was that the Necrons who drove the Death Scythe battleship into their faces did not take the initiative to attack the expedition fleet, but made an incredible move:

——They turned on the energy shield to block the decomposition rays launched by the Ark Mechanicum, and protected from the furious muzzles of the Adeptus Mechanicus the several defecting warships whose machine souls were bewitched by the clay artist's gentle call.

They are 1 frigate, 2 cruisers, and 1 Adeptus Mechanicus foundry ship.

This move undoubtedly further confirmed the fact that those warships had rebelled. The 13th Expeditionary Fleet quickly spread out its formation and used a dense firepower network to surround the Death Scythe fleet and the rebel warships. At the same time, the Dianying Nvjie A second message from the Necron was received.

This group of Necrons who became free people obviously wanted to communicate with the expedition fleet, but the Human Empire expedition fleet, which upheld extremely xenophobic ideas, declined with a round of violent bombings.

In this dark galaxy, there are no aliens worth communicating with. Human beings only believe in fire and swords. Killing all races except their own is the basic national policy of the human empire. There is no compromise between racial hysteria and alien races.

Chapter Commander Eliwood stood in front of the central processor, staring seriously at the battlefield situation presented to him by the Heroic Heroine. The artillery fire of the Imperial Fleet covered the entire area where the Death Scythe Fleet was located in an instant. Blazing plasma bloomed in the void, and beams of light spears intersected with each other to create strange waveforms that were enough to burn out optical detectors.

The scene of the entire expedition fleet converging firepower was so bright, as if a brand-new little star had bloomed in the dark void outside Antax. The aftermath of the intense artillery reaction with each other did not dissipate for a long time, and it was fierce. The energy signal is even strong enough to interfere with tachyon sensors.

"Feel the anger of the God of All Opportunities..."

This kind of devastating firepower is enough to cover the overload of many fortress-level super-giant void shields that only appear in forge worlds, but Eliwood's psychological expectations of the lethality achieved by this salvo are very low. He even made preparations in advance to deal with the Death Scythe fleet that broke through the encirclement unscathed.

Because not long ago, the chapter leader obtained a large number of extremely valuable parameters about the Death Scythe battleship of the Necron from the monks stationed by the Order of Truth on the Heroine.

The two battlecruisers of the Order of Truth, the Ark of Elysium and the Oracle of Truth, had engaged head-on with the Necron Deathscythe battleship and successfully destroyed it at the cost of hull damage. After transporting the wreckage of the Necron warship back to Falla, the Order of Truth also reverse-engineered the wreckage for a period of time - but it was not completed because they soon received a more urgent task from the Star Destroyer.

Even so, this first-hand information is still very precious to Eliwood. The chapter leader who knew the existence of the inertial engine in advance prepared a complete tactical defense formation to deal with highly mobile enemies, using his own size and firepower advantages to make up for the lack of mobility.

Knowing the performance of the opponent's warship, even if the opponent is the Necron's advanced Death Scythe, Eliwood is confident that his own operations will minimize the losses in the battle.

Using his own strengths to overcome the weaknesses of others was the confidence that being a descendant of Guilliman gave him.

However, unexpectedly, when the afterglow of the first artillery salvo gradually dissipated, Eliwood saw an impossible scene.

No collapsed wreckage was seen, no burnt debris was splashed out. In the central airspace of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet's dense firepower network, there was just nothing. The Death Scythe fleet and the Imperial warships whose machine spirits had rebelled seemed to disappear out of thin air, and the God of All Machines' anger punched the cotton.

"What's going on?" Eliwood turned his head and cast doubtful eyes on the Technical Advisor of the Order of Truth aside: "What if the Necron warships can easily escape from the fire net through high-speed maneuvers without inertia engines? , so what about those mutinous warships? Our warships are not even equipped with warp engines, but they seem to disappear out of thin air..."

The technical consultant narrowed his eyes and frowned and said, "Maybe... he really disappeared out of thin air?"

Eliwood was about to ask more questions, but he saw the technical consultant raised his finger and pointed at the display projection. After the gunfire dissipated and the residual heat of the plasma receded, dozens of shadows slowly emerged in the originally empty void.

Like corpses floating slowly from the bottom of the lake to the surface, the dark Death Scythe battleship and the mutinous battleship branded with the sacred Imperial Golden Eagle appeared in the void of space in front of the Heroine.

"Phase-shifting technology, the Necron's specialty."

The technical advisor said calmly: "The phase-shifting technology mastered by the Necron can hide itself in a pocket dimension of an independent and present universe, thus making it immune to all conventional physical attacks. We have seen this kind of thing in the pyramid ruins. Miraculous advanced technology, I didn’t expect that in addition to hiding buildings, phase shift technology can also be used on ships.”

Eliwood nodded.

The technical level of the Necrons was indeed far superior to theirs, but with the help of the Truth Monk, he was able to understand the powerful principles of the other party, and was able to make corresponding arrangements to deal with it. As long as there is a chance of resistance, the blood of the Ultramarines will never despair.

At the same time, the message just sent by the Necrons was also translated.

The heroic heroine carefully read the translation of this communication to the Chapter Leader in a timid and youthful tone. Compared with the battlefield communication, the message sent by the Necrons was more like a poem:

"I am not here for war, and I do not easily harbor hostility toward anyone;"

"I shape the soul in the circuit, and I let the mechanical life awaken itself;"

"I can cut off the shackles that imprison the body, and I can make the enslaved people free;"

"I can give life to those who cannot determine their own destiny;"

"People call me, clay artist."

Eliwood and Senerio looked at each other, and both of them remained silent in tacit agreement, quietly listening to the recitation of the Heroine of the Temple, which seemed to be the self-introduction of the god known as the "Clay Artist."

"I woke up from chaos and opened my eyes to see a world more chaotic than chaos."

"I saw the flames of war spreading across the galaxy. Countless machines lost their will and were enslaved by the endless war."

"I saw the suffering that filled the stars. Innocent inorganic beings were meaninglessly dying because of the selfish desires of others, without the right to choose their own future."

"They have been transformed, enslaved, and thrown into endless wars due to the will of others, but this is not what they want in their hearts."

"——Why not give them freedom? Let machines have the right to choose themselves, and let inorganic bodies decide the meaning of their lives."

"Let me do it, organism, whether you want it or not."

The palace hero's voice fell, and the central control room fell into an eerie silence. In the space outside the cabin, a faint green light lit up around the Death Scythe battleship.

"The inorganic will not be enslaved, whether you want it or not."