Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

014.M40.

This year, one of the scouting parties sent by Gray Wind to follow the Great Greenskin Migration returned to Nifl.

There has been no major change in the direction of the Green Wave's spread in the past two years. The howling orc boys are still marching toward the southwest of the Far East Star Territory - that is, the direction of the Ultramar Star Territory.

"If this continues, in less than a year, the vanguard of the Green Wave will arrive in the galaxy where the first Sautec dynasty tomb world is located.

Moreover, the Necron "Free Men" organization is currently heading towards this tomb world. They seem to intend to awaken the Necron sleeping on the planet and spread the teachings of the Clay Artist to them. This move should be to accumulate strength for overthrowing the Sotec dynasty. "

Gray Feng, a young girl who looked to be only 7-8 years old, sat on Russell's lap, leaned into his arms and supplemented the information brought back by another scout team.

Because most of the nanorobots have been deployed to carry out the finishing work of the giant shipyard, Gray Wind is now tall enough to reach one meter. It would not be out of place for a small one to sit in the marshal's arms. If it were like that before If so, there would be no such treatment.

"Now it depends on who reaches the tomb world first, the greenskins or the free men..." Russell murmured secretly in his heart, squeezing Gray Wind's face more delicate than a peeled hard-boiled egg with his hands like a decompressing toy.

When he was lost in thought, he always struck lightly. If he had been holding a human girl in his arms, he would have been squeezed to tears by now, but Gray Feng was very happy.

"At first glance, it seems that I should let the free man organization wake up the tomb world, let the Necrons and the migrating greenskins have a head-on conflict, snipe and clam fight, so that I can benefit from it."

"But after two years of research on the green skin language, I can already draw a preliminary conclusion: the thing that triggered the green skin migration may be a certain relic. If the green skin migration path is intercepted by the Necron, , how can I know the location of that treasure?"

"And in a short period of time, I can't determine which relic attracted these greenskins to leave the Far East Star Territory, and how did I get the news about them?..."

Strands of different thoughts floated through Russell's heart, and they stopped only when Gray Feng's cheeks turned from white and tender to red.

"Marshal, have you thought of anything?" Gray Feng rubbed his face with both hands and turned around. Seeing a victor's smile on Russell's face, he became even more confused: "How do you want to deal with the Green Tide and the A free man? You look so happy?"

Russell shook his head: "No, it has nothing to do with that."

He picked up the little Gray Feng who was sitting on his lap and put it on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a little excited: "We have got the Organic Collection."

"Oh? Yes, you should indeed be happy." Gray Feng put his hands on his hips and raised his head to look up at Russell: "But there is no need to be so happy, right? Although the Organic Collection is precious, it has very limited effect on us now, far less than Transcription devices, interdimensional warlocks, etc. are very helpful..."

Russell had previously informed Gray Wind about the types and related functions of other relics that he did not yet hold.

The genetic data of countless organisms stored in the Encyclopedia of Organisms is indeed precious, but it is also somewhat useless. Not to mention that every human being in this universe harbors extremely xenophobic thoughts. The gene sequences extracted from the Encyclopedia are also random. Gray Feng really cannot think of any. What's the use of this thing?

"It's of great use, at least for me and Koroniai." Russell didn't explain much. He would just show it to Gray Wind when the time comes.

It’s just that when exactly this “time” will be is open to question.

"Time and space are chaotic in the maelstrom. The Falla where I am is now in 40014, but the 6th Expeditionary Fleet is still in 40003, and the Jealous Lady that won the Canon has returned to 39997..." Thinking of this, Russell And some head pain:

"Fortunately, the Badab Galaxy is still synchronized with our time. The L-Star Gate built by Star Claw is almost completed. As long as the 6th Expedition Fleet leaves the Maelstrom, it can quickly return through the Star Gate to return to life."

The stargate can be built according to the drawings carried by Plumeria, and it can be connected to the terminal exit. It can be said that after leaving the maelstrom, the door is home.

But how long does it take to leave the maelstrom? 3 years? 5 years? 100 years?

Or maybe the expedition fleet actually left the Maelstrom 500 years ago...

In this universe of strange powers and chaotic gods, anything is possible.

In any case, the organic collection is now considered a success. With the Emperor taking care of it, Russell is not afraid of the duck flying into his mouth. It is just a matter of how fast the food is served.

Then, it’s time to turn your attention elsewhere.

Russell folded his hands behind his back, lowered his head and paced back and forth in front of his desk:

"Of the 13 expedition fleets, 3 are responsible for the task of searching for the relics. Now that the collection of the Organic Codex has been completed, the 6th expedition fleet is on its way back. The 6th expedition fleet is responsible for going to the Calixis sector to recover the 'Transcription Device' 1 The expedition fleet is led by the prophetess herself and is guarded by Bramimund, so there is no need to worry..."

The only thing we need to worry about is the 9th Expeditionary Fleet, which lost contact with its home port near Bar.

Tzeentch obviously knows the location of other relics, but he only gave Russell three coordinates. He has every reason to suspect that Tzeentch deliberately threw out the unclear positioning of the Organic Collection to attract his attention. In fact, he is secretly planning to create such significant relics as "The Warlock of Different Dimensions", "The Throat of the Poisonous Saint", "The Vacuum Flower"... etc.

But Russell had no other choice. He could only give priority to the treasures that were within reach. This was a conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Russell also made his own decision.

"Grey Wind."

"Ah? Ah? Marshal, have you finished the detour?" A somewhat dizzy Gray Feng suddenly woke up: "Is there anything else you want to give me?"

Russell looked down at the indifferent Gray Wind with some laughter and tears: "The giant shipyard is about to be completed. I want you to mobilize two reconnaissance teams. One will continue to monitor the movements of the orcs and Necrons, and the other will go to Baal to reconnoiter the situation. "

"Reconnaissance Baal?" Gray Wind blinked: "Are you going to assist the 9th Expeditionary Fleet?"

Russell nodded and reached out to touch Gray Feng's head: "I have assigned production tasks to Anti-Entropy in advance. As soon as the giant shipyard comes online, it will start building ships regardless of cost and sleeplessly. I have a hunch that something cannot be underestimated. The dangerous danger is approaching, and the disappearance of the 9th Expeditionary Fleet is a sign."

Intuition is something that is ethereal and a bit metaphysical. But since coming to this universe, Russell's intuition has always been accurate. This may also be a subspace prediction to some extent.

"That's why I need to send a small team in advance to scout the situation near Baal and collect intelligence so that the fleet newly shipped from the giant shipyard can immediately go to the front line..."

In any case, the powerful fleet is an extension and execution tool of their will to power.

Russell briefly explained his worries and countermeasures to Gray Feng, and Gray Feng listened attentively, but suddenly, both of their bodies froze at the same time.

The two people had the same look of astonishment on their faces, because just now, Russell and Gray Feng both received communications from Anti-Entropy:

"Report, the Valkyrie 'Unripe Dream' has returned to its home port."