Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"The conflict between the Necron Freemen and the Green Orks is intensifying."

After Henriette sat down, the head of the mechanical department, Guy Sreisen, stood up and projected more than a dozen holographic images onto the top of the discussion table at the same time. The seamless report revealed the capable style of this middle-aged man.

These images were obviously recorded from different devices, and some flicker unsteadily. We can just barely see the twisted orc warships swarming in the space filled with fine particles, and sometimes three or two blurry black shadows pass through them quickly. It was almost like a thin black line, but every time this black line crossed, it was accompanied by the sinking and explosion of at least one orc warship.

Some are extremely clear and were captured by the tachyon sensor installed in the observatory installed by the Order of Truth. In these clear projection videos, even the human eye can clearly see the black lines of destruction of those dragons that have no beginning or end. , is a Necron attack ship that uses an inertial engine to attack the Ork fleet.

"At the beginning of the collision, the green-skinned migratory troops briefly suppressed the meager ships of the Necron Freeman organization by virtue of their size advantage. But soon, the Necron began to use their advantages in mobility and weapon hardware. advantage, and started a guerrilla war with the orcs.

This buys them time to awaken the tomb world. "

As he spoke, Geislerson maximized a holographic projection to the center of the table.

The picture shows a crumbling hive city. The sharp sound of metal breaking and the heart-rending screams and wails have been downplayed in post-production, otherwise it would be too scary. The towering spiers collapsed under the violent tectonic movements, highly toxic sulfur compounds were scattered everywhere, and sickly blue flames burst out from every corner, making it look like a doomsday scene.

"This was taken live by our monks who sneaked into the hive in the Vidal sector through genetic camouflage. Due to local conditions, the picture is a bit blurry. Please forgive me."

As he spoke, Geislerson switched the projection perspective to space, taking a look at the imperial colony that was heading for destruction from orbit. The huge black stone building flashed out of the uplifted earth's crust. The highly toxic lava flowed down the living metal shell of the giant ship and the pyramid, just like a giant beast kicking off its body and breaking out of its shell.

"As you can see, this is a tomb world that is waking up. There are three worlds like this, two of which are in the desolate areas on the edge of the star sector, and one was colonized and transformed by the human empire. It is here at the moment in the screen.”

These three tomb worlds all belong to the Sotec dynasty. They were awakened by the followers of clay artists after sleeping for tens of millions of years.

"It is worth mentioning that there is evidence that two of the tomb worlds seem to be in a state of hostility to each other. Both of them have just woken up and hurriedly mobilized their armies to fight each other. However, in these two tomb worlds and the Freeman Organization ——Necrons with real souls——After contact, the conflict that was about to break out came to an abrupt end.”

"After paying the price of 7 small reconnaissance ships, we received further information: The Necron Freeman Organization, that is, the followers of the Clay Artist, held some kind of subspace-related super-convention in the three tomb worlds. A huge ceremony that covers the entire planet, and all members of the tomb world participate without exception."

"Free men call this ritual: Ascension."

Ascension... Gray Feng frowned slightly, curious. This word reminded her of some very long memories.

Looking at the round table again, the mechanical supervisor removed the projection of the collapse of the hive city, and replaced it with a rather spectacular picture of a space naval battle: a huge fortress and sharp battleships lined up to fill the field of vision, from three The armies of two different tomb worlds were united by some common belief, and faced the green wave that came over the sky with gongs and drums beating and rocking all the way waaagh!!! among the stars. The particle whip dances back and forth between noise and silence.

"The Necrons who have been baptized by the Ascension Ceremony have unified their ideological trends and become fanatical believers of clay artists. They stand together with the Freemen Organization and are committed to spreading the electronic gospel."

Geislaisen said calmly:

"The expansion of the Freemen organization has far exceeded our previous expectations, and all the tomb worlds have almost surrendered upon awakening. We have reason to believe that the beliefs of the clay artists will override the original highest authority of the Necrontyr, the Trinitarian Council. 'On top of that, a religious movement will be used to complete the complete unification of all the undead in the galaxy, thus giving birth to a behemoth spanning the starry sky."

After the words fell, the two supervisors and two deputy supervisors at the round table all turned their attention to Russell, who was sitting in the main seat.

"So leader, what should we do?"

Is it necessary to take advantage of the fact that the clay artist's electronic belief has not assimilated too much into the tomb world and the free man organization has not really grown up? Is it necessary to take action quickly to kill this huge threat in the future?

Or does the leader have other plans?

"..." Russell thought for a while, but did not make an immediate decision: "What about the orcs? Before I really make a decision, I need to get detailed information about this green-skin migration."

"I'm sorry! I was negligent..." Guan Geislerson quickly apologized.

Then he put away the war projection playing over the round table and sat down again, and the deputy manager of the biology department stood up to make the next report.

For green-skinned, abstract psychic mushrooms that are somewhere between animals, plants, and fungi, the Biology Department is the more professional counterpart.

"During this period, we have been recording and analyzing the research books on alien languages ​​left by the Inquisition of the Human Empire. We are now seeing initial results. Our linguists have been able to more accurately translate the green skin's daily language and compare it with it. There has been extremely limited communication.”

"Tell the important point."

"...Okay. In short, by monitoring the daily communications of the greenskins and secretly capturing orc prisoners for torture, we finally know the purpose of this great greenskin migration across the Far Eastern Star Territory. "The deputy biological manager paused here and then said:

"——The Great Khan."

"Great Khan?" Russell raised his eyebrows, showing an understanding look: "Elaborate."

The deputy biological manager nodded: "The large number of greenskins migrating this time can be roughly divided into three camps, namely: the Cyborg Clan ruled by the Supreme Greenskin Overlord 'Maulius', and the Greenskin Supreme Commander' The Skull-Shattered Clan ruled by Garthor, and the Bloodfang Clan ruled by the undefeated Greenskin Grand Marshal Dorgas.

According to the confessions of the green-skinned psychic boys we captured, the rulers of these three clans were inspired by Gorge or Maoge, the supreme god of the greenskin faith, on the same day.

The three big green men issued a joint statement, announcing that Brother Go and Brother Mao will choose the strongest, most powerful, most domineering, fiercest, coolest, most dazzling, most ruthless, greenest, and most waaagh!! !—waaagh!!! of waaagh!!!—the Ork Great Khan, and gave it the supreme authority to rule over all greenskins in the galaxy.

And if they want to win the position of Great Khan, the big green guys must lead their troops to a planet called 'Ulanor', and participate in the largest waaagh!!! carnival in history there. The greenskins will fight happily under the watchful eyes of Brother Go and Brother Mao, and the final winner will be decided and sit on the 'Khan's Throne'. "

The abstract grammar and wording of the green skin made the deputy biological manager responsible for the narration a little nervous, but fortunately he managed to hold on, and finally concluded:

"In short, it is not just the leaders of the three green-skinned clans in the Far Eastern Star Territory who are competing for the throne of Khan, but all the orcs in the entire galaxy are migrating towards Ullanor."

——This point has been verified. The Star Claws Chapter of the Badab System sent a message not long ago, stating that the number of green-skinned pirates in their garrison area has suddenly decreased to the point where it is difficult to detect.

Gray Wind thought of more:

"No wonder that when we were in the Aurora galaxy, Maulius, the God-chosen God of Gorge, suddenly led his troops to retreat shortly after entering the battlefield. This is not like the style of the green-skinned orcs who are born for war."

It turned out that he was going to fight for the throne of Khan.