Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"So where did Fulgrim go...?" Looking at the pitiful appearance of the beautiful snake covering her face with her hands and crying, Russell couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It wasn't that he was attracted to this female snake or anything, he just felt like he was about to fall into a trap.

The boundaries of reality on the periphery of the Kerentalina Galaxy have been blurred. Even mortals who lack psychic talent can occasionally glimpse the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls and vaguely hear the devil's grin... The pink-purple silk thread floated slightly in front of Russell's eyes, wrapping around the sad and crying four-armed beauty snake in front of him. He was following this thread.

"This snake-shaped demon should have some conceptual connection with Fulgrim, otherwise it would not be able to fool my eyes." Russell was confident in his judgment.

Even if you don't believe in yourself, you still have to believe in Teacher Ma.

"Even if she is not Fulgrim, there must be a close relationship between the two, and maybe even... No, it shouldn't be that outrageous, right?" Russell quickly denied the absurd idea that just popped into his mind. It was really too much. Ridiculous.

"But what is this for? Is Chaos using a Slaanesh Daemon that is very similar to Fulgrim to divert my attention so that the real Fulgrim can complete something important? Or...?" "Russell was full of doubts.

If you can't figure it out, just think about the worst. In this universe, everyone must be speculated with the greatest malice at all times.

Russell held the Huntress' Blade wrapped in a psychic decomposition field and silently approached the moving platform where the crying female snake was.

His inner peace was like a pool of stagnant water. Every step he took, a new thought bubble emerged from the mud at the bottom of the pool, rising continuously until bang! It exploded on the water with a loud sound.

"In the relevant setting of the Chaos Evil God, all things and all thoughts that happen in this universe are under the watchful eye and arrangement of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change."

Despite his lack of expressiveness, Tzeentch is indeed the all-knowing god of Han Jinrugu, and nothing can be hidden from his eyes, including the color of the underwear the Emperor wore when he created the Primarch.

Russell paused slightly. Lying on the engine prophet's mobile platform, the four-armed beauty snake's cries gradually subsided.

"... One of the birdman's eyes has been gouged out by me. The Lord of Changes has lost half of his vision, and his ability to observe and control the real world has been cut in half. In other words, since then, the Milky Way has Half of the intelligent life and related behaviors escaped Tzeentch's control."

"Based on common sense, the half-crippled Tzeentch should no longer have the ability to plot against me. Even if he still retains a certain ability to manipulate reality, he should not continue to be so stubborn despite being crippled by me not long ago. I'm in trouble.

...It's not necessarily true. The extra-dimensional warlock is suspected to have been released by Tzeentch, and the out-of-control high-dimensional invasion is fully capable of completely destroying the subspace. Russell thought as another bubble exploded on the deep pool.

Tzeentch is the god of fun through and through. He is willing to use everything he can to have fun, including mortals, demons, gods, the life and death of the multiverse... and his own life and death.

If the Lord of Changes could commit suicide to achieve an unprecedented deceptive joke and create the most extreme fun in history, then Tzeentch would commit suicide without hesitation. The God of Chaos has always been so extreme, and this is the guy who entertains himself to death.

Thinking of this, Russell's eyes became firm.

"I don't know where Fulgrim is."

"I don't know what the relationship between this female snake and Fulgrim is."

"I don't know what role Slaanesh played in this either."

"I can't even figure out what purpose Chaos uses to attract my attention."

"I only know one thing."

"——This must be Tzeentch's conspiracy!"

Russell's heart was filled with anger towards Tzeentch. He raised the sharp blade in his hand and cut open the curtain between reality and reality. In an instant, the wave of chaos that was about to engulf the entire Krentalina galaxy stopped.

"Die! Die! Everyone, die! Hahahahaha——!"

"Plan it! Manipulate it! Use your omniscience to calculate the dead, empty nothingness!"

"Hey! Hey! Hee hee hee hee -!!!"

Russell's elegant and easy-going temperament disappeared in an instant, his face was distorted, and a crazy smile appeared on his plain face.

The subspace rift opened by the Huntress' Blade stretched out for nearly a thousand light years in an instant, covering the entire Klenna star sector including several neighboring star sectors. However, strangely, such a large subspace rift was unfolding. Afterwards, no etheric currents emerged.

The Sea of ​​Souls is a dimension of pure energy filled with endless emotions and souls, but the subspace rift opened by Russell did not reveal even the slightest bit of energy. To be precise, it was not just no energy, but nothing.

The other side of the great rift is not the turbulent subspace, but a hollow and complete nothingness.

According to the will of the star bomber, the hollow began to swallow everything.

The mortal soldiers who fought hard on the No. 1 asteroid base, the Chaos Terminators who sacrificed to the evil god on the Silesian Wind, the slave class workers who worked hard on Kerentalina, and the people who repaired the giant rocks on the Star of Hell. The Dark Angels, the Tech-Priests building the L-Stargate...

Everything was annihilated in the nothingness. The six star sectors located to the north of the Eye of Terror were completely extinguished in less than 1 second, and no more starlight was seen.

From humans to greenskins, from void whales to fungi, all life forms in this vast universe disappeared without a trace in an instant, because Russell's one thought was completely slaughtered.

"It's finally quiet..."

Russell breathed a long sigh of relief, surrounded by empty darkness.

Centered on his body, all the stars within a radius of hundreds of light years have been extinguished, and even the nearest starlight will take hundreds of years to reach here.

He had vaguely felt that Chaos seemed to be planning something, and Tzeentch seemed to be plotting something, but Russell, who was alone, lacked too much information and could not see through the evil god's intentions.

Russell got fed up, so he flipped the table.

Overturning the table is the ultimate answer to all intrigues. Russell didn't have any psychological burden. He could burn the galaxy and silence everything if he wanted to.

If there was an Eldar Craftworld ship looking down from the sky above the Milky Way Astrolabe at this moment, they would be able to see a spherical black field with a diameter of hundreds of light years next to the Eye of Terror.

But this black realm without any life and energy is shrinking rapidly, just like someone used explosives to blast a waterless cavity on the seabed, and then, seawater from all directions quickly pressed in.

Russell didn't stop this, he just stayed there calmly, looking calmly in a non-existent direction.

"Tzeentch, what else do you want to plot? Where do you plan to set up your next game?"

"Ultramar? Terra? Ghoul Nebula? Or Medusa? Tell me, Tzeentch, where are you going to continue your chess game?"

There was no answer to his question, and the Eye of Terror fell silent.

The black domain swallowed by the hole is shrinking rapidly until it disappears.

Then, dense circles of space ripples appeared in the dark space around Russell.

It was a huge fleet composed of brand-new combat ships, but the formation when they appeared was not very neat. Hundreds of ships were randomly distributed throughout the space like pellets fired from a shotgun. It took nearly two hours to regroup.

It was just a simple gathering. There was no time to rearrange the fleet formation. Hundreds of brand-new ships without crews were controlled by AI and came to Russell.

Then, a virtual voice with no identifiable gender sounded from Russell's mind. It was the voice of anti-entropy.

"Following your instructions, I sent the first batch of goods produced by the giant shipyard here through the quantum slingshot... Where is the buyer of this batch of goods?"

"Dead." Russell shrugged: "Tzeentch is plotting against me, but I can't see through it. I hate being secretly arranged by smart guys, so I emptied all life in this space so that I won't be plotted by anyone. Man or God has a plan."

Anti-Entropy was silent for a moment and said: "You are a bit too extreme, administrator... you should at least wait until the customer has paid."

"It doesn't matter." Russell said lightly: "Besides the new battleship, have you brought the other thing I asked you before?"

The anti-entropy tone paused slightly: "Yes, administrator, in accordance with your will, I brought the time weapon 'Principle of the Ring'."

Without even a moment mourning for the destruction of Klenna, what immediately came to the battlefield was—Mother Bug!