Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

In the tense atmosphere of war, the ship carrying the Governor and the Admiral quickly returned to the capital system of the Klenna Sector: Klentarina.

This is a fertile planet located on the southern edge of the Keranna Sector, near the Eye of Terror.

The former Krentalina was actually in the central area of ​​its own star sector, but due to a subspace storm 200 years ago, 2/3 of the volume of the sector was swallowed up by the expanding Eye of Terror, leaving only A Karena sector was created which is less than 1/3 of the original area.

The former capital of the sector is now located at the axis of this "fan", with the Eye of Terror at the doorstep.

"The Boundary Breaker penetrated the Klentarina sector from north to south and used the dimensional anchor to carve out a route to the Eye of Terror. It can be said that it is lucky or unfortunate that Klentarina's galaxy is located in Next to this route.”

As Russell was thinking, the ship under his feet had docked at the star port. The senior commanders on board hurriedly disembarked. The "Klenna Fleet" named after the garrison star area had already assembled outside the atmosphere of the capital planet.

Standing above Clentarina and looking south, the purple-red storm is spreading this way.

Russell frowned slightly, roughly understanding the intention of Chaos's move.

"The nearest galaxy to Klentalina, which is only 4 light years away in a straight line, is called 'Sierra Leone-V'. It is a fallen galaxy that has been nailed to a dimensional anchor by the Boundary Breaker.

The Eye of Terror is now expanding towards Krentalina in a teardrop posture. It seems that it intends to occupy this place as a stronghold to further attack Sierra Leone-V and cut off the route of the Breakers to the interior of the Eye of Terror..."

You have to pick the softest persimmon. For Chaos, the colonial galaxy of the human empire is obviously the softest persimmon. Capturing Krentalina will not only allow Chaos to gain geographical advantage, but it will also be able to swallow up the souls and emotional energy of a large number of people to strengthen itself. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

Very good strategy to make the power of Chaos grow. It's just a coincidence that Russell is here.

"Why would I let you kill my clients? They haven't paid yet..." Russell looked calm and walked down the starport.

On the capital planet Krentalina, the majority of workers and slaves are still immersed in labor. They know nothing about the changes in the starry sky. The sector government has already blocked the news of the Eye of Terror's expansion. Only a few wealthy businessmen and powerful people with extensive channels are making connections and preparing to run away.

They all know how the other 2/3 of the Kellena sector is missing.

In the orbit of the planet, a large number of armored regiments belonging to the Imperial Guard are boarding naval warships through orbital elevators and transport planes and rushing to the battlefield.

Russell was fascinated when he suddenly saw two gun-wielding sergeants wearing half-body carapace coming to his side and said: "The ship heading to the Star of Hell is ready, Your Excellency Yastarti, we can set off at any time. "

"That's it, that's really thoughtful..." Russell smiled politely at the two sergeants: "Where's Governor Medius?"

"It is your duty. The Governor will not leave Klentalina." The sergeant said: "But His Highness Ishtar, the second son of the Governor, will evacuate with you by boat. If Governor Medius unfortunately dies in the line of duty, It is up to his beloved son: Ishtar to continue to fulfill the contract with you."

Russell nodded: "It's still fulfilling its duties."

Although the dignitaries of the human empire are greedy and corrupt, have corrupt styles, and do not regard civilians as human beings, things like the aristocratic family's sacrifice to defend their territory and the whole family's sacrifice; the planetary governor's refusal to retreat in the face of invasion and his glorious death in the line of duty... are always the case... There are so many, so amazing.

It can only be said that the imperial bureaucrats are an outrageous group with very extreme upper and lower limits.

Led by two petty officers, Russell boarded a super-heavy strike barge prepared for evacuation.

This is a big thing modified from a Space Marine battle barge. The engine power, armor thickness and even shipboard firepower have been enhanced to the extreme level of this mold. There are not many people in the cabin, and most of the cabins are filled with thrones. Coins, gems, artworks, cultural relics and other property, and even two STCs from Governor Banhart’s private collection...

On the super-heavy strike barge, Russell met Governor Banhart's second son, Ishtar Medius.

"Sir Russell, please come here, the barge is about to leave." Ishtar Medius abandoned the barge and came to Russell to invite him to go with him.

He looks young, about 20 years old, tall, with handsome features, a pair of deep blue-purple eyes, and smooth blond hair that is as dazzling as the sun. He is a handsome guy who fits the imperial aesthetic... Banhart is actually relieved. To hand over something as important as an arms sales order to such a young guy?

Under Russell's curious eyes, Ishtar continued: "We are rushing to the planet of Hell on this trip, where the L-Star Gate is located. The Dark Angel's giant stone fortress is also docked on the planet of Hell. If Karen Talina falls and the warp storm spreads, that will be our last hope..."

"Well...actually, I just came from the planet Yan Ming." Russell kindly reminded: "There is a small situation there. You can't count on the Dark Angel. The L-Star Gate will be completed in a few years. "

Ishtar was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I don't understand this, but no matter what, you'd better get on the boat first."

Russell shook his head: "Can you prepare another boat for me? A light speedboat will do."

"The ships are very nervous now. Many civilian merchant ships have been temporarily recruited by the Klenna fleet...won't you come with me?" Ishtar asked.

"I'm going to the front line." Russell said lightly.

"That's too dangerous! Chaos..." Ishtar wanted to persuade him again, but immediately, a gentle wave of spiritual energy swept over him, and his body fell limply.

Russell shrugged and said to the two vigilant sergeants: "He is fine, he just fell asleep temporarily. Take him to the barge."

"What about you?" The sergeant stared at Russell with doubtful eyes.

"I'm going to the front line."

After Russell said the last word with a smile, a wave of spiritual energy rippled out, and his body disappeared in front of the two of them. The two sergeants looked at each other.

The "front line" he refers to is a rubble belt located in the outer ring of the Krentalina Galaxy.

7 irregular asteroids of different sizes are embedded in the ring-shaped rubble belt. Although it looks inconspicuous, this piece of rubble actually has a lot of background.

It is said that they are all fragments of the same giant planet.

Klentalina was once an extremely prosperous human city in the golden age. There was a giant metropolitan planet in the galaxy that was completely covered by the hive spiers. It was at its peak.

Later, the Iron Man rebelled, and the once prosperous urban galaxy was destroyed in the war. The fragments of the shattered Metropolis giant planet were scattered in space. Under the influence of the star's gravity, this spectacular rubble belt and 7 rocky asteroids were gradually formed.

For thousands of years, Rogue Traders, interstellar explorers, and Adeptus Mechanicus have been exploring and excavating in the rubble belt surrounding Kerentalina, looking for relics of the old era and well-preserved STCs.

Today, this gravel belt has become the first line of defense against the invasion of Chaos.

The fleet of the Imperial Navy docked above the largest rocky asteroid, projecting troops downwards. The soldiers of the Astra Militarum stood on the graves of the past, trying to fight for a future with the ray rifles in their hands.

In the distance, a purple-red wave surges forward.