Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

After the material decompressor was fully online, the integration process of the Far Eastern Star Region was accelerated. The original matter decompressed from the black hole was continuously sent to the core galaxies of each star region through the star gate network.

The fed hive cities began to fully restart production under the coordination of artificial intelligence. The long-collapsed circulatory systems of ancient urban areas were repaired by tissues, just like the aging and decaying human body was finally injected with new blood, spasmingly ushering in the third century. The first round of normal metabolism in thousands of years.

However, not every colonized planet can receive such treatment. Some sparsely populated remote planets are simply not qualified to be washed away by nano-disasters. Large swaths of planets have been abandoned, and the populations on them have been merged and transferred by endless transport planes. It is easier to manage on a planet that is closer to the core world where the L-Stargate is located. Often, the people from several edge worlds combined cannot fill a hive.

This is a choice based on the actual situation. Even if there is a material decompressor that provides an almost unlimited supply of resources, the manpower of the Order of Truth is limited, and there is a serious shortage of senior technical personnel, making it difficult to manage the vast Far Eastern Star Territory.

In fact, when the reconstruction project was just on the right track, they had already begun to use methods such as memory implantation and knowledge infusion to mass-cultivate cheap skilled workers from the hive city civilians as raw materials to fill the industrial production lines that could never be fed.

——When there was a shortage of workers, the Order of Truth chose to use technical means to implant corresponding knowledge into the brains of ordinary people instead of producing more mechanical labor through mature industrial production lines.

This is a somewhat counter-intuitive approach, but it is indeed more economical in a hive with a low-quality population and high density. Transport planes traveling to and from various parts of the sector are still continuously transporting the population of the edge worlds to the core star system and beyond. its surrounding areas. There are too many people to use them all.

By relocating the population and merging colonies, the Order of Truth greatly reduced its workload. To be fair, the efficiency is indeed quite high, but they completely disrespect the personal opinions and homeland complex of any planet resident. The act of forcibly abducting people and filling them in transport ships to travel around always reminds Russell of some bad things such as triangular trade.

Looking at the current style of the Order of Truth, and thinking about Joshua who screwed up the 13th Expeditionary Fleet in order to collect experimental data, Russell felt a little dumbfounded. In the past, he had always believed that organizations such as the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus in the Human Empire were too demonic. As a result, the people under his command were also galloping on the road to demonic transformation.

"Actually, it's okay. It's understandable that it's hard to leave your homeland, but the distribution of planets in the Far Eastern Star Territory is so scattered that even we can't take full care of it. Instead of staying in our hometown in a remote star territory and enduring the risk of pirate plunder, we can It’s better to move to the core star field and live a stable life under the protection of the fleet.”

Gray Feng sat on the table in front of Russell and swayed his calves lazily and said:

“Although the previous hive cities were often synonymous with chaos, crowding, and filth, after this period of reconstruction, large hive planets including Nifl, Favna, Aisalin, and Mirafa, The dilapidated circulation system and pollution treatment facilities have been repaired and restarted, urban traffic has been initially sorted out, old urban areas have been re-planned, and the air quality has been purified to...um...barely livable?"

At least the lower levels of the hive no longer have toxic gases that require an iron lung to be implanted to resist them. As time goes by and the pollution treatment system continues to operate, the overall ecology of the planet will only slowly get better.

"You're right, it's time for me to change my mentality." Russell stood up from the chair and stretched out: "Now is no longer the time when I lived in Falla. The vast Far Eastern Star Territory needs Management, even God cannot take care of everyone’s emotions.”

What's more, he is not God. It’s also time to change your thinking and start doing things from a more macro perspective.

"Then, what are we going to do next? Complete the integration of the Far Eastern Star Territory step by step? Or something else?" Gray Feng sat on the table, pursed his lips and tilted his head.

"Leave the integration work to the Order of Truth. They have proven their ability and can complete the work independently even if I leave. However, there is one thing that must be put on the agenda now."

Russell said, looking calmly at the beautiful silver-grey eyes of Gray Wind in front of him, and said: "The material decompressor has been online, and it is time to start building the 'giant shipyard'."

Gray Wind hummed, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Don't you still trust Koroniai?"

"This is only one reason." Russell did not answer directly: "I have a hunch that the emergence of clay artists has brought unprecedented variables to the Necron race. The divided dynasty is likely to be unified in the future. This will be A powerful force that cannot be ignored.”

"And now the Four Gods of Chaos are aware of my existence. Although they cannot kill me, our situation will only get worse in the foreseeable future."

That's why it was necessary to build huge shipyards and prepare troops for war.

"I understand. So, Marshal, where should the giant shipyard be located?" Gray Wind asked.

"Right here, in the quiet black area." Russell said flatly.

There is no restriction in the physical universe that "only one giant structure can exist in a star system at the same time." The vast black hole horizon has too much space for giant structures to anchor themselves. Building a giant shipyard in a quiet black domain will not only Conflicting with the running material decompressor can save a lot of material transportation costs.

Mining in situ and exploding ships in situ is the scenario conceived by Russell.

"And the Nightmare Seat Hollow itself is the work of the Worm of Time. I can vaguely feel that he has been watching here and never looked away." Russell murmured to himself: "Building a giant structure here will Safer than anywhere else.”

Gray Feng silently wrote down Russell's words one by one, and the two left the Serenity Black Space Station together.

The Gray Goo mothership was left in the large void of the Nightmare Seat, and seamlessly connected with the anti-entropy host that had just completed the construction of the material decompressor to begin surveying the coordinates for the construction of the giant shipyard base.

This time, he does not need to be distracted from building Valkyrie-class battleships for the Human Empire. Gray Wind can concentrate his productivity on a project. With the resource supply of material decompressors and some industrial worlds that have resumed operation as manpower and logistical support, he can It is foreseeable that the completion speed of the giant shipyard will only be faster than the matter decompressor.

The arduous initial accumulation has been completed, and it is time to roll the first snowball.

At this moment, Hui Feng was in a very happy mood. Nanorobot aggregates naturally like to devote their energy to work and construction, and enjoy the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction of building a home. But now Russell is far less happy than Gray Feng, and even a little sad.

"Don't be so sad, Gu Terra has a motto: Learning is the ladder of human progress!"

Gray Wind happily held Russell's arm with both hands to prevent him from skipping class: "Magnus has prepared lessons and is waiting for you in Falla. Marshal, what we are going to learn today is 'How to observe the tide of the Sea of ​​Souls'" law'."

"Do I need to learn this thing? I can obviously cause a small tsunami in subspace just by sneezing..."

"Even if this is the case, you can't skip class." Hui Feng's attitude was very firm.

The transport ship took the two people through the star gate and left the quiet black realm.

In the following time, Russell spent most of his energy on learning magic and witchcraft from Teacher Ma and knowledge about the subspace - Magnus called the subspace the vast ocean.

As for the 13th Expedition Fleet, which had a conflict with the clay artist, Russell was not in the mood or had the energy to take care of it. They could only hope for their own good.

The 13 expeditionary fleets are scattered across the star sea like beans. Each fleet will encounter its own situation. It is impossible for the star bomber to care about everything and everyone is concerned about it. Even the emperor cannot do it.

If you really want to be concerned, from Russell's standpoint, you should be more concerned about the 6th Expeditionary Fleet, which is mainly composed of members of the Order of Truth.

The 6th Expeditionary Fleet, launched through the Quantum Slingshot, should theoretically arrive at its destination earlier than the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which sailed at warp speed. However, due to the random nature of the quantum slingshot, which is called an interstellar shotgun, the overall organization of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet They were all scattered during the super-light speed process and randomly scattered around the target galaxy. It took a while to complete the assembly. After all, the destination they arrived at was indeed somewhat dangerous.

The coordinates to which the 6th Expeditionary Fleet was ejected were located near the Eye of Terror, a strange star field where subspace and the real world overlap.

Here, the laws of physics lose their effect, and the eternal sweep of the huge warp storm blocks the light of the star matrix, making it impossible for even the most experienced navigators to navigate the warp here. This is a lawless place beyond the control of the Terran government, a good haven for pirates, exiles, and followers of Chaos.

The maelstrom, a hell dimension filled with demons and mutants.

The real goal of the 6th Expedition Fleet is in the deepest part of the maelstrom, in the very center of the hell dimension. But before officially entering the Maelstrom, "Plumelia", the department head of the psychic department of the Order of Truth and the commander-in-chief of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet, ordered the Valkyrie-class battleship "The Vicious Woman" to send out a wide signal. domain radiation signal. The scattered ships were gathered in the Empire's actual control area outside the maelstrom: the Badab system.

The Badab system is an outpost system set up by the Human Empire outside the Maelstrom. Several Astartes battle groups, including the Claws of the Stars, are stationed here. They are responsible for guarding heretics, pirates and other forces in the Maelstrom, and Carry out timely strikes and exterminations when they go out to plunder.

"Our trip is going deep into the maelstrom and looking for an item that the leader needs in the very center of the hell dimension."

In the main control room of the battleship The Vicious Woman, "Plumelia", the order's psychic director and fleet commander, sat in front of the astrolabe round table and spoke in a calm tone to the imperial navy general and mechanical repairman standing in front of her. The technical sage and senior judge said: "I can understand your eager desire to go to Terra as soon as possible, but unfortunately, I will only implement the leader's will as my first task."

"We used a quantum slingshot to jump directly from the Far Eastern Frontier to the Maelstrom in the center of the Galaxy, shortening the expedition by 2/3. We need to use this saved time to go deep into the Maelstrom and find the thing that the leader needs. "

Plumelia raised her eyes and looked at the three people in front of her and asked: "If you have any objections, you can leave for Terra on your own, but we and the Vicious Woman will continue to complete this mission - or you can temporarily Stay in Badab and wait until we complete our mission and leave the Maelstrom before continuing the expedition together."

Among the three senior officials, the judge shook his head first: "I have no objection."

The Forging Sage and the Vice Admiral next to him looked at each other, and finally chose to compromise: "We will go deep into the maelstrom with you and complete the Star Bomber's commission."

The three people present here are all very aware of the current situation. The 6th Expeditionary Fleet does not have the Astartes Chapter as the spearhead, and its own hard power is far inferior to other fleets. It relies entirely on the large number of battleships provided by the Order of Truth and high-ranking Night Knights. Arms fill gaps in combat capabilities.

Every expedition fleet was stared at by the Four Gods of Chaos. Without the armed fleet of the Order of Truth, especially after losing the Valkyrie-class battleship, they could not reach Terra alive without being able to sail at warp speed.

Plumelia seemed to give them a choice, but in fact, there was only one option that could be pressed.

"As expected, he is the captain of the Malicious Woman..." Looking at Plumelia's beautiful, cold and somewhat mean face, Judge Camus secretly muttered in his heart.

"What did you say?" Plumelia frowned.

"I was thinking that you are so wise and decisive, you are truly a well-deserved captain of the Valkyrie battleship." Camus immediately let go of his thoughts, pretending that nothing happened just now, and then dealt with it.

Or maybe Plumelia deliberately gave him a perfunctory step.

The young judge scolded himself in his heart for his negligence, for actually having the thought of offending in front of this vicious woman. As the director of the psychic research department of the Order of Truth, Plumelia is an extremely powerful psyker in her own right - second only to Alphonse, who was missing in the flare, in psychic strength.

Fortunately, Plumelia did not pursue his intentions. The huge expedition fleet assembled within the patrol range of the Badab Fleet soon attracted the attention of the local sector government. The internal consultation meeting of the 6th Expedition Fleet has not yet ended. , the Malicious Woman received a communication request from Badab Prime:

"We are the Badab fleet. Visitors from afar, please clarify your identity and purpose of coming."

Perhaps because of the discovery of the Imperial Holy Emblem and the Gear Skull logo of the Adeptus Mechanicus branded on some ships in the expedition fleet, the Badab System patrol fleet's inquiries were quite polite, although the fleet's weapon systems still remained polite. A state of alert that can be activated at any time.

"We are the 6th Expedition Fleet of the Terra Expedition. In the name of the Emperor, we are about to head to Holy Terra..."

Vice Admiral "Oguma" sent the identity of his party and some superficial information about the Terra expedition back to the Badab patrol fleet. After receiving a positive reply that it was a friendly force, soon, an advance team composed of two frigates and some escort aircraft cautiously approached the Vicious Woman.

The closer the distance, the more shocking the captains and many crew members on the two frigates felt. The majestic and majestic size of the 48-kilometer-long Valkyrie-class battleship gave a pioneer in this galaxy that pursues "big is good". The team’s unparalleled visual impact.

Many crew members on the frigate had heard legends about the pride of the Empire and the great Glory Queen-class battleship before and after joining the Imperial Navy. Now, while witnessing the heroic appearance of the Valkyrie with their own eyes, they couldn't help but think: Even if it only appeared in When the legendary Queen of Glory came to her, the shock was nothing more than that, right?

Or maybe this is actually a great Glory Queen-class battleship, expedition into the galaxy due to the will of the God-Emperor?

Such thoughts continued until the two frigates docked at the side of the Malicious Woman, and the diplomatic envoys in elegant attire, representing the will of Governor Badab, solemnly boarded the bridge of the Valkyrie.

Diplomats who are qualified to attend such occasions have naturally received extremely strict professional etiquette training, and they take the honor of boarding the huge battleship suspected of being the Queen of Glory even more seriously.

There was nothing wrong with the diplomat's expression, body or movements. Even though his heart was filled with excitement and shock, he still looked calm and unhurried, showing timeless elegance in every move. Governor Badab did not lose any face.

"Even though I'm shouting in my heart, 'I can do it for fifty years,' I still put on a 'no more than that' expression on my face. Are all Badab people so inconsistent? ? So funny~ Like a country bumpkin who just entered the city. Badab bumpkin~country~b~~"

"Who?!" The diplomat was suddenly startled and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The receptionists on both sides of the bridge who were in charge of welcoming him were startled by the sudden shouting. Everyone looked at the Badab diplomat who had just boarded the ship in astonishment: "Uh, you're okay. ?"

"I, I'm fine, it's okay, nothing..." The diplomat waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he was in good condition, and walked forward. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, but he never found the source of the sound just now.

"The voice I just heard was soft and high-pitched. It should be the voice of an adult woman, but the receptionists on both sides were only men, and they showed no sign of hearing the voice... Where did that voice come from?"

With suspicion and secret worries, diplomat Badab continued to move forward without disrespecting etiquette under the leadership of the receptionists, and entered the cabin of the Malicious Woman.

"Country~Ba~guy~"

As soon as his front feet stepped into the cabin, the familiar tone appeared again, and the velvety soft voice seemed to ring directly in the skull.

Beads of cold sweat broke out from his back and soaked the silk lining under the diplomat's luxurious dress.