Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Chapter 235 Slave of Hatred

Ten thousand years ago, Caliban disintegrated and the Dark Angels underwent drastic changes.

In that turbulent period, the Lord of the First Legion, the Warmaster of the Second Empire, and the Lion of the Empire... In order to quell Caliban's turmoil, Llane El'Jonson fought to the death with his adoptive father, who was blessed by the evil god. He was seriously injured and eventually fell asleep deep in the boulder.

For ten thousand years, no Dark Angel knew that their genetic father was actually in the giant stone. Only the Dark Watchers wandered in the secret rooms in the deepest part of the Stone Monastery, watching the sleeping Lion King.

Until today, ten thousand years later, the demon prince Fulgrim came to kill him, and the sleeping lion was about to wake up.

When the hazy consciousness emerged from the chaos, Ryan opened his eyes and saw a dazzling darkness. After a moment, the darkness dissipated, and a dim light came into view.

"I...where is this?"

Ryan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only felt a dry pain in his throat. Ten thousand years of slumber failed to dispel the old wounds of Chaos. He should not have woken up in this era.

We are now in Year 015 of the 40th Millennium, 2000 years before the Unyielding Era.

Ryan groaned in pain and held his forehead with his broad palms, feeling a sharp pain in his mind. The only benefit of this pain was that it made his vision clear and he could see clearly where he was.

The Lion King's body was naked. His majestic body didn't even have the most basic clothing, let alone power armor. There were deep war scars on his chest.

He sat slumped in a small, dark and narrow room, the hard stone floor beneath him humming and vibrating, and the deep darkness around him exuded a biting chill. A short and thin figure stood in front of the Lion King holding a dim yellow lantern. In the darkness where the light could not shine, there were several other figures.

"Watchers?" Ryan asked with difficulty, enduring the severe pain in his throat.

Where is my armor? Where has my sword gone? My fight is not over yet…

There were many things he wanted to ask, but in the end he only asked one question.

"Where are we?"

"Tower of Angels." The Dark Watcher replied: "Your old injuries have not healed yet, but we have to wake you up early. Cheer up, our lion, the blood of the First Legion is being slaughtered by demons."

"...Is that so? That's it, that's it...The empire needs me, I must, keep fighting. I can only keep fighting. Keep fighting." Ryan's chaotic eyes gradually became clearer and firmer, and he held the wall with both hands. He climbed up with difficulty, his aging body twitching slightly in the process, and he almost fell.

Outside the room, there was a long and angry roar.

"Ryan! Ryan! Where have you been hiding? When did the former lion turn into a hiding kitten? How long will you hide?"

"Fulgrim!" Ryan was so shocked that his hands holding the wall suddenly lost their strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

The four Dark Watchers scrambled to lift up the Lion King's strong but old body, in great panic. Fulgrim obtained the location of Lion's sleeping place by torturing their companions, forcing the remaining Watchers to urgently move the sleeping Lion King here to hide it, and wake it up in advance.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of horrifying laughter from outside: "You can hide as much as you like, Ryan! Hide in a dark corner like a mouse and tremble until I kill all your heirs! Cowardly Ryan, Cowardly Ryan! When did you become such a coward? Hahahaha..."

The laughter faded away.

"My body..." Ryan clenched his fists slightly, and a feeling of powerlessness spread from his palms throughout his body.

Not only were Luther's old injuries not yet healed, but his body itself had become old and weak, and was no longer as domineering as it was when he was young.

How can I fight against my fallen brothers, and what can I do to protect my children from the slaughter of evil spirits?

"Use this." A hoarse voice sounded directly from Ryan's heart, which was the telepathy of the Dark Watcher.

This small and hidden room is one of the countless secret vaults in the megalithic monastery. The space occupied by the Lion King just now is actually very small.

Ryan turned his head and saw the Dark Watcher holding a lantern floating to the center of the room. The dim lights slowly illuminated a three-meter-tall steel giant, which appeared in front of Ryan.

This is a piece of finely crafted armor with a dark gold color all over. A platinum giant sword about 1.8 meters long stands beside it. The optical focusing array spread out behind it forms a pair of gorgeous and scorching armed wings. The perfect human body curves and The hard mechanical edges and corners together create an indescribable engineering aesthetic.

Zero Elemental Arms·Baptizer.

Ryan observed for a moment and was a little confused: "This is an ideal armor, but the armed wings on its back occupy the position where the power backpack should have been. So, where is the energy supply core of this armor placed?"

"The energy core of the Baptist mecha is the wearer himself." The Dark Watcher replied: "This armor is made by the Star Destroyer. It combines a variety of blasphemous alien technologies and dark technologies. Its armor skeleton is spiritual bone. The construction relies entirely on the wearer’s spiritual power to drive the entire body.”

Ryan was silent. Wearing such a set of armor was not a big obstacle for the loyal Lion King. Fortunately, he overcame this obstacle immediately.

He did not ask where the Baptist mecha came from, nor did he hesitate too much. From his physical condition, Lion King could already feel that he seemed to have slept for a long, long time. The world has changed dramatically.

"My only question is, is my psychic power enough to drive this armor?" Ryan asked as he struggled to put on the armor with the help of the Dark Watcher: "I am not a psychic like Magnus. A genius."

"Every Primarch has its own subspace essence. It is more than enough to know and liberate oneself. It is more than enough to use the power of the Primarch to drive a set of psychic machines." The Dark Watcher murmured and locked the breastplate for the Lion King and knelt down on one knee. The 1.8-meter-long platinum giant sword was handed into his hand.

"You should believe in yourself more, our lion, you will come back as strong as a prairie fire."

The Dark Watcher's voice fell, and a sharp roar pierced the cold darkness in the small room. The giant sword in Ryan's hand buzzed with light, and the golden flame burned together with the psychic decomposition force field covering the sword body.

The Dark Watchers jumped off the Baptist mecha one after another, submerging the thin figure into the shadows.

Ryan took a deep breath in his helmet and strode out of the secret vault door.

"I am the Wrath of the Angels."

"I am a slave to hatred."

"I am the Emperor's eldest son."

"I am - the prairie fire."

The Baptist's angular eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light. Ryan's legs squatted down slightly. The powerful will of the original body was transmitted to the whole body through the spiritual bones. The armor that was originally a bit crowded instantly became extremely suitable, as if it was tailor-made. .

The next moment, his body exploded out like a cannonball.

"Fulgrim——!!"

The lion king's roar resounded throughout the entire stone fortress.

At the same time, in the Far East Star Territory, over Falla, Gray Wind had just completed a new round of production planning and had a little free time. The Gray Goo mothership was lazily moored over Falla.

A girl-like humanoid structure with long silver hair was walking in the cabin, humming a song that Russell had hummed before, and thinking about something in multiple threads.

"~The lake there is always clear, and the air there is full of tranquility."

"The snow-white moon shines on the earth, hiding your deepest secret~"

Gray Feng's footsteps were light, and the soft body made of nanorobots sometimes bounced and sometimes collapsed into sand. Her consciousness slowly swept through the cabins in the Gray Gu mothership, inspecting the things stored inside.

"...Necrons' mobile wormholes, phase weapons, black stone samples, Eldar's psychic files, soul stones, Jinren's relic weapons... Before I knew it, I had acquired so many things."

Gray Wind counted on his fingers as he walked. In the past few years since arriving in the Far Eastern Star Territory, Russell has obtained a large number of precious technological artifacts from various races from a series of events.

Falla under the rule of the Star Bombers did not have the extreme xenophobia of the Human Empire, and the Order of Truth did not reject alien technology. It is foreseeable that once important technologies such as black stones and soul stones are successfully reverse-engineered and mastered, they will definitely be of great help to Russell's career.

But they just didn't have that time. The size of the members of the Truth Religion was seriously insufficient compared to the size of the Far Eastern Star Territory, and many people held multiple positions. Even with the powerful artificial intelligence counter-entropy overall management and Gray Wind's assistance, the monks still have to work 007 every day and have no time to engage in academic research.

Therefore, these items have hardly been touched since they were obtained. Russell has been storing them in Gray Wind's hull to eat dust. She will inventory them whenever she has time.

It’s just an inventory, there’s no time for research.

"Well, this cabin?...Oh, there is a 'Baptist' type mobile armor in it, but the marshal only wore it once and then refused to wear it." Gray Feng murmured to himself, feeling a little disappointed.

After Russell tried it on, he rated the Baptist armor as useless. The protective performance of the zero-element armor and the firepower of the Baptist were of no significance to him, a humanoid Burning Sky Divine Soldier. The heavy mass would actually hinder his actions. It just looks cool.

"Perhaps I should modify the design of the armor to be lightweight?"

Gray Feng thought so and opened the hatch, only to find it was empty inside.

"Eh?"

"Where's the Baptist?"

Gray Feng's front-end thinking process was stunned, while the background process was still humming softly:

"...Maybe I shouldn't ask? Let your calm heart ripple again, but my love for you has exceeded the limit. I want to have everything about you..."

Gray Feng, who was living and thinking along the timeline, didn't know that Russell had relied on the Ring Temple to synchronize with the Worm of Time and then load the file.

Naturally, he could not have imagined that the Baptist-type mobile armor, which Russell judged to be useless, was now being worn on the body of Lion King Ryan, supporting him in his life-and-death struggle with his brother.

In the huge stone fortress, there was an ambiguous purple mist.

Fulgrim, who entered the boulder alone, was no longer alone. Countless mortals and a large number of Dark Angels who were tortured to death by him along the way were used as living sacrifices to Slaanesh. With moans of pleasure and miserable wails, the demon of Slaanesh tore open the curtain and came to reality.

Deathwing Grand Master Valhalter holds a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, leading the Dark Angels under his command to continuously shoot at the demons that suddenly appear. This is the Stone Fortress, the home of the Dark Angels, and their logistics supplies are endless.

Every Dark Angel is extremely excited at this time, and the guns in their hands and the armor on their shoulders bring incomparable real weight. Their battle has never been as glorious as it is today.

In the central hall of the megalithic fortress, under the towering angel statue, a lion in golden armor and a big snake with four arms were locked tightly to each other.

The reality in the monastery tends to become blurred. Slaanesh demons with horns, horse hooves and ox tails constantly appear from the mist, screaming and roaring, and fly towards Lion King Lion wearing the armor of the Baptist.

The remaining dark angels in the boulder were determined to die. They shouted the name of the Lion King, picked up the beast and rushed forward to fight with all the demons in front of them, swearing to the death not to let any demon enter the hall and interfere with it. The battle between the Gene Father and the Demon Prince.

In the hall, Fulgrim's snake tail curled like a spring and thrust his body forward. His four arms held four identical magic swords, stabbing the "Baptizer" in front of him from four directions.

However, Ryan did not retreat at all. He swung the giant sword in his hand, and the broad blade knocked two of Fulgrim's four arms away. Then, the armed wings on the back of the Baptist mecha unfolded at the same time, blazing. The laser shot out from the focusing array and knocked away another magic sword.

"Provoke-" Ryan roared lowly, slammed forward, and used the angel wings inlaid with fine gold on his helmet to knock away the last sword in Fulgrim's hand.

The four swords were released at the same time, but this does not mean that Fulgrim's offensive has been neutralized!

When Ryan's nerves relaxed slightly, a snake's tail covered with venom swept over like a whip!

"Ryan!" Fulgrim screamed loudly: "Who gave you the confidence to defeat me in swordsmanship?!"

Ryan was silent. At the critical moment, he actually let go of the platinum sword in his hand, stretched his hands forward, and hugged Fulgrim's sweeping whip tail with his bare hands!

"Can you fight back in this situation? Damn it, Ryan!" Fulgrim's expression was highly excited, his whip-like snake tail struggled violently, and the magic sword that returned to his hand waved even more fiercely.

It’s been so long since I’ve had such a hearty battle, so long since I’ve experienced the real threat of death. It’s been so long since I’ve fought with my brothers again, gold and iron clashing, life and death! Fulgrim has been brought to climax by the Lion King's powerful fighting power!

"Provoke it——!"

Ryan completely ignored the sword in Fulgrim's hand and used force in his hand. The adamantine fingers of the Baptist mecha shattered the snake scales and dug directly into the flesh of the snake's tail. He hugged Fulgrim's tail tightly, and then - gave it a hard shake.

With a loud bang, Fulgrim's body hit the hard floor of the huge stone hall like a meteor hammer.

Without giving the opponent any chance to breathe, Ryan stabilized his lower body, clenched his hands tightly, and swung again.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Ryan's tenacious will gave full play to the brave and strange power of the Baptist mecha. He used Fulgrim's body as a plumb bob, swinging it around again and again, with such power that it shook the heaven and the earth.

"Ryan!!" Fulgrim was furious.

But the hatred and rage burning in Ryan's heart only grew stronger than that of his brother.

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