Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

While the Lion King and Fulgrim fought desperately, the war in the Krentalina System continued.

Anti-Entropy decisively went offline after delivering the first batch of goods. There are still many things in the Far East Star Region that it needs to deal with. The Klentalina government, which received military assistance, finally had the capital to compete with the Eye of Terror, and the disastrous defeat on the gravel belt was halted.

It is worth mentioning that Governor Banhart took out a large number of Eldar slaves from nowhere, burned them to ashes through a chain reaction formula, and then used them as fuel to maintain the shipboard psychic repulsion fields of each battleship. This greatly This alleviates the shortcomings of warships produced in giant shipyards that lack sanctification steps and lack Chaos resistance.

Seeing such a scene, Russell felt that his future supply of Zero should be stable.

Benhardt Medius was not boasting. He did have a large number of special channels to obtain living spirits. As for whether the exposure of this channel will cause the Inquisition to check the water meter, that is another matter.

"Counting the time, the Lion King and Fulgrim should be fighting by now, right?" Russell thought to himself: "I don't know if the Baptist armor can withstand the Ascension Primarch..."

At least based on his own wearing experience, the zero-element weapon cannot withstand the material decomposer of the Boundary Breaker. It is also unknown whether the purification device inside the Baptist armor can withstand the chaos pollution at the level of the Demon Prince. .

Russell's vision was so high that the set of miraculous armor created by Gray Wind, which combined Eldar spiritual bones, Necronomical body metal, and human Federation zero-element technology, still seemed ordinary to him. There are even some worries that the Lion King will not be able to withstand the will of Slaanesh represented by Fulgrim.

Russell held his chin with one hand and sat in the computing center of the Titan ship Pot of Greed. There were a large number of artificial nerve cord pathways densely growing around the seat under him, extracting spiritual energy directly from his own body to maintain coverage of the entire Greed. The Kettle of Desire's psychic repulsion field operates to sort out the chaos.

Now, Russell could never imagine how shocked the Dark Angel and the Engine Prophet present were by the life-and-death battle between the Lion King and the Purple Phoenix in the boulder.

"Your Majesty the Emperor! After enduring such an attack, my father is actually safe..."

Grand Master Valhalt of the Deathwing used his bolt pistol to blow off the disheveled head of the Slaanesh demon in front of him with one clean shot. He glanced at the central hall of the monastery from the corner of his eye, and words of astonishment suddenly blurted out.

One second ago, he clearly saw the vicious magic sword in Fulgrim's hand burrowing into the weak gap in Ryan's armor like a slippery snake, but the next second, the furious Lion King choked him despite his injuries. Fulgrim's sword-holding arm - snapped!

"Gah——!!!" Fulgrim's painful groan shocked the Slaanesh demons that were constantly emerging in the surrounding mist.

Ryan ignored the magic sword that penetrated his body and broke one of Fulgrim's four arms!

No...that sword never penetrated the body.

Ryan gasped, throwing away his broken arm, then holding the Slaanesh Demon Sword that originally belonged to Fulgrim, and with the other hand he picked up the platinum giant sword that originally matched the Baptist.

And at the waist and abdomen on the left side of his ribs, where the chest armor and the belly were connected, the seam where the magic sword had just been pierced was still as smooth as ever, and even the dark gold paint had not peeled off.

"Material science no longer exists..." An engine prophet who was urgently invited to help repair the monolithic fortress stared blankly at the two tall figures constantly colliding in the hall, and the mechanical tentacles under his robes had forgotten to swing.

——The cooperation between the Dark Angels Chapter and the Adeptus Mechanicus is extremely limited, and there is very little precedent for followers of the Machine God such as the Engine Seer to set foot in the Stone Fortress.

Not only the oil guy, but also the Dark Angel warriors and Fulgrim present, and even the Lion King Ryan himself were particularly shocked - he was fighting Fulgrim with the consciousness of exchanging injuries for injuries, even if it was his own At the cost of piercing his abdomen, he also had to break his opponent's arm.

Now the arm... is broken, but apart from slight numbness, the part where the sword stabbed him feels nothing.

Ryan was holding two swords, a little dazed.

It was a full blow struck by the Demon Prince using the Demonic Sword of Slaanesh. Even adamantine, which has the most stable elemental properties, the densest atomic structure, and the hardest texture, may not be able to withstand a blow blessed by the evil magic of the subspace. But the Baptist bore it for him, unscathed.

"Not only is the strength of the material itself astonishing, this suit of armor seems to have some kind of built-in effect that can purify chaos pollution." Ryan glanced at Fulgrim who had only three arms left to distance himself.

He vaguely felt that the magical power that could purify chaos seemed to be related to his own will.

The stronger the wearer's will and psychic power, the greater the Abbot's resistance to Chaos.

If the wearer of the Baptist is an unspeakably loyal Imperial Lion, then it can stand head-on with the Primarch of Slaanesh without a trace of filth, and its absolutely smooth armor surface will always look as clean as new.

Ryan guessed correctly.

"Damn star bomber..." Fulgrim clutched the broken arm broken by Ryan and gritted his teeth angrily.

Ryan had just woken up after ten thousand years. He had no idea what had happened in the galaxy in the past ten thousand years, especially nothing about the "Order of Truth", a rising force in the Far Eastern Star Territory.

But Fulgrim knew it.

It knew that under the leadership of the Emperor Saint Alexei Leipte, the Ultramarine Sector launched the Holy Terra Expedition; it knew that one of the clones of its descendant "Fabius Bayer", It died at the hands of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet; it even knew that the existence of the Star Bomber had brought massive military assistance and various incredible technologies to mankind.

The most important one is the blasphemous device called "Pure Spirit Field".

Pure Spirit Field, Psychic Repulsion Field, Throne Light, Chaos Death Realm...these are its names. After coming into contact with the passing expedition fleet, the human star sectors scattered throughout the extreme star field gave different names to the purification devices installed in the expeditionary force. The common focus of these names was to emphasize the device's effect on chaos. Purifying effect.

It is said to be purification, but the principle of eliminating the corruption of chaos in the field created by this device is not so much purification as "combing".

Because whether it is the emperor's gift, the evil god's pollution, or the turbulent etheric currents in the subspace, they are essentially the emotions and energy coming from the depths of the souls of intelligent creatures, and are different manifestations of biological spiritual energy. form.

By consuming psychic dust as a driving force, human technological creations can smooth out the chaotic evil energy containing the malice of the gods, making it lose its threat and turn it into ordinary supple ether energy, achieving a certain degree of purification.

Wherever the mighty expedition fleet passes, the originally turbulent subspace waves will be temporarily calmed down.

In a sense, the Pure Spirit Field does the same thing as the Ancient Saints who maintained the stability of the Sea of ​​Souls in ancient times, but on a much smaller scale. You can only purify yourself, but you cannot help the world.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Pure Spirit Field that Fulgrim suffered a defeat at the hands of the Lion King.

"His armor also has a built-in pure spirit field, driven by his subspace essence... Damn it, my poison doesn't work on this turtle shell."

Fulgrim's snake's tail swayed as it wandered in the dense purple mist at the edge of the hall, looking for an opportunity to attack again. It was very angry at the moment, with a pair of vertical pupils filled with anger.

Whenever the Lion King changes his armor and fights with it, he will only end up in a miserable defeat. Even if it is worn by the highest-level Terminator that humans can produce, it will be easily penetrated by attacks containing the poison of Slaanesh.

It is not just the strength of the armor material itself, nor simply the mental shake caused by the whispers of Chaos. The corrosion from the subspace will directly cause the weapons in the hands of the warrior to become rotten and the armor on the body to become fragile. But... with Ryan, this situation does not exist.

The defensive performance of zero-element weapons is the best in the galaxy, and it is almost impossible to damage even a single atom by conventional physical attacks. The pure spirit field that combs the chaos also prevents subspace pollution from corrupting the Baptist mecha. Its only weakness is the mental toughness of the wearer.

It just so happens that the one wearing this armor now is Ryan, the unspeakably loyal Ryan.

For Lion King Ryan, loyalty itself is the greatest reward.

"Damn Star Bomber..." Fulgrim gritted his teeth and cursed the person who made this turtle shell in his heart.

With a roar, it burst out of the purple mist, holding the magic sword in its hand and pounced again on Ryan, who was wearing dark gold armor.

"Are you finally willing to come out..." Ryan roared, holding swords in both hands, and faced him.

As the battle progressed, Ryan's body functions that had declined due to sleep gradually awakened. As the metal and iron struck each other again and again, he gradually realized the powerful performance of the armor on his body and its fierce combat power.

At the beginning, Ryan was still a little afraid of the poison carried by the magic sword in Fulgrim's hand. He always left room for defensive changes in his offensive and defensive postures, and did not dare to attack with all his strength. But since Fulgrim's attack failed and he couldn't even penetrate the gaps in the Zero Elemental Arms, he finally let go of his hands and feet with peace of mind.

Ryan's offensive suddenly became fierce, opening and closing, striking and charging fiercely, roaring like an awakened lion and pounced on the prey without hesitation, showing the unparalleled majesty of a king.

Youdao is that defense is for better offense.

Fulgrim, who was missing an arm, could only defend and roam around and parry with difficulty. Suddenly, the tide of the war was reversed, and the balance of victory tipped towards the Human Empire.

"Is that so...?"

As another sex demon died tragically under the Dark Angel's gun, with a shrill scream, Fulgrim was once again forced to retreat quickly by the giant sword in Ryan's hand, in great embarrassment.

But despite its embarrassment, a sinister smile appeared on its face: "Ryan, have you finally discovered it?"

The Lion King was silent, his face in the helmet a little ugly.

He did feel it. As he struggled with Fulgrim for longer, the pink-purple mist symbolizing the power of Slaanesh became thicker in the Monolith Monastery, covering almost every corridor. Every facility was being corroded by the Prince of Joy. From every corner a Slaanesh demon crawled out tremblingly.

The power of Chaos is dragging the entire boulder into the subspace...

"I may not be able to defeat you in a turtle shell, but you've already lost, Ryan."

Fulgrim licked the purple blood oozing out of his broken arm with his forked tongue, and said with a smile: "Your armor can only purify yourself and cannot take care of others... Fall into the arms of joy, Ryan, we Brothers have a long time to communicate deeply, in every sense of the word..."