Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"In general, the many orc tribes that originally besieged Esbanese and the surrounding star regions have been moving away from the Far Eastern Star Region in recent years, pursuing the same goal."

Gray Wind said, handing a paper star map to Russell, and then said: "I wonder if it is a coincidence, but the direction of the Greenskin Great Migration happens to be similar to the direction of the 13th Expedition Fleet. All the orc tribes are sailing to the Far East Star together. The southwest of the domain is the Ultramar Star Domain."

"Ultramar..." Russell leaned back in his chair with the paper star map, put his feet on the table, and asked casually: "Grey Wind, is there any way to figure out the goal of the great migration of the greenskin swarm? ?”

Although the Greenskin migration route coincidentally overlaps with that of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, they are not necessarily bound for Ultramar.

The Far East Star Territory and the Ultramar Star Territory are not close neighbors. They are also separated by the 'Gulf of Damocles', the 'Grendel Star Cluster', and the tomb territory of the Necron "Sotec Dynasty"... Wait for a large area.

Maybe the greenskin's target is not actually the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, but something else that happens to be located on this expedition route?

"I also want to find out, but the language of the green-skinned orcs is too difficult to understand. They can only moan and groan. It is too difficult to collect information." Gray Wind helplessly spread his hands:

"There are many inquisitors who are proficient in green-skinned writing and grammar in the 'Foreign Order', a branch of the Inquisition of the Human Empire. However, these people have all left with the expedition fleet. Now I can only ask them remotely for some Orc language. pronunciation and grammar information.”

When Gray Wind said this, he frowned and pursed his lips, looking very troubled.

It's not that she doesn't want to use the super-light communication array to directly transmit text data, the main thing is that most of the alien linguistics books owned by the inquisitors use parchment as a carrier, and there is no electronic version. Now Gray Wind wants them to have one on site. Zhang scan.

A huge book contains thousands of pages less, and the Inquisition has a warehouse of similar books...

The humans in this universe can always give Gray Wind a little shock to the empire in various matters.

"Then we have to wait." Russell's mentality was very good, and he didn't think it was a big deal: "If the current situation continues to develop, the migrating green tide will hit the Sotec dynasty soon, which is the necromancer in the Necrons. A worthy dynasty."

The large-scale awakening of the Necrons occurred around the 41st millennium. At this time, most of the tomb worlds of the Sotec Dynasty should still be sleeping, and nothing would happen if they just passed by... But now there are With the clay artist as a variable, and the Necron Freemen following him.

There is a high probability that the full awakening of the undead will be greatly advanced due to this effect. A large-scale war is expected to break out between the Sautec dynasty and the orcs who have just woken up.

Gray Feng put his hands together and made a snap! "I understand, Marshal, I will immediately arrange for people to set up a monitoring station in the southwest to observe the movement of the green tide."

"Yeah." Russell nodded: "Leave it to you."

Gray Feng hurriedly arranged his work with small steps. After watching her leave, Russell also left Nifl and passed through the star gate to the center of the nightmare constellation, the black hole horizon of the Tranquil Black Domain.

The star gate located in the quiet black area is second only to Faya in terms of business, and the transport ships coming and going basically never stop.

The original matter decompressed by the matter decompressor was simply smelted in the zero-point furnace, and most of it was transported to industrial galaxies through the L-star gate network, continuously transfusing blood into the resurrected hives.

The remaining parts were sent to supporting facilities such as nano deformers around the gravity drilling for fine processing, and were used as raw materials for the giant shipyard construction project.

When Russell arrived at the Tranquil Black Space Station, the transport fleets coming and going were still flowing in the vast black hole horizon.

The space station floats quietly at the critical point of the black hole's horizon, watching from a distance a transport fleet full of raw materials flying across the stardust and flying towards an octahedral mechanical structure as majestic as an asteroid in the distance.

A rapidly rotating high-temperature core is placed in the center of the huge octagonal frame, which is the energy center of the giant shipyard.

"The frame and energy core of the giant shipyard are in place, and the manufacturing compartments have been installed. The next thing to do is to fill the huge frame with a large number of ship manufacturing anchorages."

Counter-entropy's unintelligible analog voice of male and female was directly transmitted into his mind through the communication frequency band. Russell looked around at the top of the space station. He did not see any mechanical angels, only various heavy engineering machinery reconstructed from a large number of nano-robots in space. It operates silently.

"Anti-entropy, how long will it take for the giant shipyard to be fully online?" Russell asked.

"The construction of the giant shipyard will be completed within 2 years." Counter-Entropy's voice remained calm: "I have outsourced the manufacturing tasks of most parts such as ship anchorages to the newly rebuilt hives. Now all parts have been After the production acceptance is completed, it only needs to be transported to the quiet black field for installation in batches.”

The production process has been completed, and transportation and assembly will not take much time.

"Very good." Russell felt very impressed: "It's 5 years faster than I expected."

Without waiting for Anti-Entropy to respond, he continued: "I ask you to start hoarding raw materials from now on so that you can start building combat ships as soon as the giant shipyard comes online - I will let the major hives know the ship design drawings and production indicators. The Governor will send it to you.”

"Understood." Counter-Entropy responded.

After accepting the work and assigning tasks, Russell breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his left hand, and thin ripples of psychic energy danced between his fingers. A deep atmosphere similar to the sea of ​​souls spread around Russell's body, triggering Subspace sensors for the Tranquil Black Space Station.

"Abnormal psychic reaction readings have been detected. Do we need to activate the subspace counter-repulsion stance?" Anti-Entropy asked.

There are complete subspace countermeasures facilities on the Tranquil Black Domain space station. This is the result of relevant research on the massive Eldar book collection in Fordola's Ark and the application of human technology from the Dark Ages left in the anti-entropy database.

"No need, I'm just testing a new teleportation spell."

As Russell spoke, the subspace fluctuations surrounding his body became more and more surging: "The way I used to achieve teleportation was to tear open the curtain violently, break into the subspace and forcefully jump. This makes it difficult to accurately teleport over astronomical distances. I have recently learned more It’s a clever method, so I’ll naturally want to try it.”

"That's it." Counter-Entropy silently used the sensor to record Russell's psychic wavelength, and it felt like it was different every time.

As soon as the words fell, the psychic energy fluctuations above the space station suddenly dissipated, like the fleeting fireworks that disappeared into the night sky and calmed down, leaving only an empty darkness. Looking again at this time, Russell's body has disappeared.

At the same time in Falla, the white building called the Hanging Garden followed the air currents formed by atmospheric heat exchange and floated in the high altitude above the vast forest sea of ​​the southern continent.

Having just finished sorting out a pile of Eldar classics that were as difficult to understand as riddles, Magnus slowly walked out of the study, went to the garden covered by the crystal dome, found a piece of green grass, and sat down alone.

He closed his one eye under the dome, silently feeling the peace in the garden and his inner peace that could never calm down.

It has been more than twenty years since the King of Wizards came to Falla. Magnus has been translating precious Eldar classics for Russell every day, writing magic textbooks, improving the training system for psykers... and other various academic matters. Work.

He loved such pure work, but he couldn't adapt to life in Falla.

In fact, Magnus's mind wanders repeatedly between the gentle scholar and the vicious Red Devil every day. He doesn't know which one is his true self, and can only work hard to maintain a fragile balance.

"Every moment, I can feel my incompleteness so clearly, and the feeling of unfillable shortcomings drives me crazy..." Magnus murmured and raised his head, and the pale sunlight of Falla shone on him through the dome. On his face, his deep single eye reflected a strange brilliance.

"Is this also my punishment?...Father?"

Magnus's consciousness gradually fell into a trance. In a trance, he seemed to see the stars in the sky burning with dark flames, just like the human emperor who had been burning on the golden throne for thousands of years.

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, a shout interrupted Magnus's vision. The extraordinary reaction of the Ascension Primarch made him look back almost instinctively. A staff that was sharper than a spear was already in his hand.

But after the one-eyed vision caught the owner of the voice, Magnus was stunned, and a question mark slowly appeared above the red devil's head.

"Don't stand there stupidly, come and give me a hand." Russell's helpless voice came from the simulated wetland behind the lawn.

Magnus walked forward quickly with his staff, only to see that Russell was completely trapped under a green swamp planted with ornamental moss, with only his head and half of his shoulders exposed, his face and hair The threads were filled with mud, as if they had just crawled out of the ground.

"..."

After a moment of silence, good academic quality allowed Magnus to understand the situation at hand. Seeing the miserable Russell trapped in the mud, he subconsciously wanted to deny that this was his student, but failed.

"Ultra-long distance precise transmission?" Magnus' tone was very helpless.

"As expected of the King of Wizards, I can see the clues at a glance." Russell stopped struggling with some embarrassment: "But can you pull me out first and then show your vicious eyesight? The silt is oppressing my lungs, and I am about to Out of breath."

"...I won't pull you." Magnus squatted by the swamp and covered his face with one hand, his tone even more hateful: "Where is your psychic power? You forgot your psychic power in the panic. This is It’s a stupid mistake only beginners and mage apprentices make.”

"Ah this." Russell was also stunned.

For a moment, one person and one demon fell into an awkward silence.

Seeing Russell's confused look, Magnus wanted to dive into the swamp too.