Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Hello, this is the first time we meet, how should I call you?" Russell's eyebrows were gentle, and he nodded to the illusory dark figure in front of him.

Gray Feng was startled by the sudden appearance of the black-robed figure, and the sleeping capsule in his hand shook.

This man's figure is thin and stooped, a little shorter than the average mortal soldier. No one can see clearly what is under the black robe. The only eye-catching thing is that on its neck, there is a hat with a A Space Marine power armor-style helmet with wing-like decoration and a golden lion's head on the forehead.

Is this a Space Marine too? Why just wear a helmet and not armor?

Gray Wind was confused, but Russell said with a smile: "This helmet is a sacred object of the Dark Angels Chapter. It is said that it was once used by the original body of the 1st Legion, 'Lian El'Jonson'...that is, the Lion King. It was worn, so it was generally called the 'lion helmet'.

Although he wears a lion helmet, this guy is no Space Marine. "

A helmet has such an origin, it is a sacred object of the Lion King... Why is the result of my scan just an ordinary helmet?

Gray Wind did not reveal the content of his slander and asked, "If it is not a Brother Astartes, what is it?"

Russell suppressed his smile, his calm eyes fell on the black robe in front of him, and said lightly: "As far as I know, this 'Lion Helmet' will be worn by the Dark Angel's Grand Master 'Azrael' in the future. But in the future Now in the 40th millennium, Azrael has not yet been born. Therefore, the current lion helmet is kept by a special being."

"That kind of existence is called - the Dark Watcher."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious man in black robes wearing a lion helmet was shocked. Obviously, the prediction of the future in Russell's words greatly shocked him.

Russell looked at the Dark Watcher in front of him with interest, and slowly took off his lion helmet in shock. Even he could not break through the deep darkness under the black robe.

The Dark Watch, a mysterious creature from Caliban.

They are silent and intelligent, able to communicate with each other through unique telepathy, and at the same time possess subspace resistance similar to the untouchables. After the fall of Caliban, the remaining Dark Watch hid in the boulders and continued to help the Dark Angels in their own unique way.

It is said that the Dark Angels who accompany the Dark Watch are destined for greatness.

Now that most of the Dark Angels have left the fortress to fight fires on planets such as Pluto and B-211, they are the only ones left in the Stone Monastery who are qualified to talk to Russell.

"Have you seen the future...?" A low voice came from the ancient robes of the Dark Watcher.

Its voice is thin and deep, like a baby sobbing in the deep forest at night, yet light as a feather, teasing people's heartstrings. It's hard to imagine what kind of human being could have such a voice.

Seeing the reaction of the Dark Watcher, Russell understood that the prophecy of his future Dark Angel Grand Master, the lion helmet wearer "Azrael", had successfully frightened the other party.

"I saw the future." Russell said: "I saw Cadia collapse in the flames of war, the Eye of Terror lost its containment, the great rift tore the galaxy in half, and countless creatures groaned in pain... Deep within the boulder. But the lion takes a long time to wake up."

His words were very level, and he didn't say a single extra word until he hit the point.

Sure enough, the short body of the Dark Watcher trembled slightly.

The Dark Watcher hugged the lion helmet and said: "Are you here to wake up the lion? No... it's too early now, too early..."

"I know." Russell smiled slightly: "I'm not here to see Ryan. I'm here just to take something away."

"No!" The Dark Watcher subconsciously refuted loudly, and the cry of the sobbing baby in the deep forest was loud and clear.

After a while, the Dark Watcher realized his gaffe and said slowly: "You can't take that thing away, you can't, you can't..."

"I'm not here to discuss with you, I'm just giving you a notice."

Russell smiled and said: "And even if I don't take action, the treasure will be stolen by the Chaos Warmaster's allies, right?

Instead of waiting for a thousand years for it to be taken away by the subspace powers who want to ascend to the gods, it is better to give it to me now. "

The Dark Watcher hesitated a little. It deeply understood the power and terror of the man in front of him, and also knew that if Russell insisted on robbing him, he would be unable to resist.

But when it comes to "that thing", one of the three artifacts, it has to hesitate.

"I can't resist your power, and I can't shake your will, but I won't hand over 'Tuchucha' to you, it doesn't belong to you." The Dark Watcher's body no longer trembled.

"If the person standing in front of you is not me, but a certain Chaos Power, then you will have perished the moment you reject me." Russell smiled with a good attitude.

He stretched out his hand, gently touched the lion helmet held by the Dark Watcher in his arms, and said: "The integration of three artifacts into one is a major trend in history. It cannot be stopped or reversed. As the 'jailer' of Ouroboros, you should compare I know better."

"As insiders, you cannot prevent the unity of the three artifacts, but I am different. I am a 'foreigner'. I can change the established destiny, and I can cut off the flow of history. Handing Tuchucha to me means that With the eternal absence of this artifact, the three artifacts will forever lose the possibility of becoming one."

"Make your decision, Warden, this is your last chance to honor Tuchucha."

The implication is that if he refuses again this time, he will take it.

The Dark Watcher was silent, and Russell did not rush him because he knew that the Dark Watchers had telepathic abilities. Regarding the ownership of Tuchucha, it certainly needs to discuss it with other watchers and cannot make a decision alone.

After a long silence, the short body of the Dark Watcher slowly bowed: "As you wish, stranger, Tuchucha is yours."

Russell nodded with satisfaction: "I'm glad to have your trust. I won't let you down."

The Dark Watcher said no more. It floated silently deep into the corridor, hugging the lion helmet and making no sound, not even footsteps.

"Grey Wind, you stay here. The Dark Angels on the Star of Hell have already received the news that the boulder has been stolen. They will be back soon. Use Miraak to deal with them." Russell said, following the Dark Watcher He headed deeper into the boulder.

"I got it, Marshal." Gray Wind puffed his cheeks and laid the sleeping cabin flat on the ground, sitting at the rear of the sleeping cabin silently waiting for the arrival of the Dark Angel who returned to defense.

She didn't get involved in a word of Russell's conversation with the Dark Watcher, and it was even hard for her to understand him. Marshal Old Riddler.

"When I go back, I must ask the marshal to tell me what Tuchucha is, as well as the three artifacts, the lion, the great rift...how many other things does he hide from me?"

Gray Feng sat on the sleeping cabin and swayed his legs back and forth, feeling extremely depressed.