Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

After the meeting, Gray Wind and Koroniai accompanied Russell to the Emperor's Statue in the outer ring of Falla, where they waited for the return of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet.

"There is no one else here now, can I ask?" Hui Feng looked at Russell, who was wearing a white fur, with burning eyes.

Russell hummed: "Ask."

Gray Wind nodded happily: "I don't remember that the Organic Canon contains the genetic information of primitive humans from Planet Earth, the third planet in the solar system. The group of prosthetics who created the Organic Canon should not be from the same civilization as humans."

To be precise, when humans began to evolve, the compilers of the Organic Encyclopedia should have been extinct long ago, and the time did not match up at all.

"And even if there are genes from Yuan Earth people included in the Organic Canon - those are not humans who belong to this universe, but from our hometown." Gray Feng touched his chin and said: "If it is the genetic information of citizens of the Human Federation, If so, I don’t need any organic encyclopedia, I have data backup in my database..."

Gray Feng was wondering, but before he finished speaking, a hand fell on the back of her head and stroked it gently.

Russell touched Hui Feng's head and chuckled helplessly: "Don't you understand yet?"

"Understand what?"

"Understand that all my nonsense is all made up." Russell smiled bitterly: "What about pure primitive genes, about finding the original self of human beings... I just said it casually, do you really believe it?"

"Ah?" Hui Feng tilted his head and was a little stunned.

"Leave aside whether there are so-called primitive human genes in the Organic Canon. Even if there are, can the physical conditions of primitive humans who have not yet flown out of space really adapt to the vastly different environments of the massive human-colonized planets in the galaxy? "Russell gently ruffled Gray Feng's hair and said:

"The so-called mutation is not just malignant..."

Ancient Terra is only a small place, and the animals and plants on it can evolve to adapt to different environments, not to mention the billions of human beings in the galaxy?

If we really want to use violence to unify the genetic diversity that human civilization has struggled to evolve over a long period of time, then humankind will not be far from extinction.

"Is that so..." Gray Feng didn't care at all about the messy hair on top of his head that Russell had played with, and asked in confusion: "Then why did you tell such a big lie to the executives of the Order just now?"

"Get the right to define it." Russell shrugged: "Spreading the news that the Terran primitive genes are recorded in the Organic Codex can greatly increase the authority and legitimacy of our regime. In this narrative environment that I carefully constructed, Whoever controls the organic canon controls the definition of 'human being'."

When I say you are a human being, you are, even if you have a fluffy tail behind your butt, and even if there is not even a half of flesh in the body made of mechanical prosthetics.

If I excommunicate you, then you are not a human being, even if your skull is the most standard human shape... But what if I take out the organic encyclopedia to sequence and trace your genes?

The so-called right of definition is something like this. Russell does not really want to engage in some kind of pure religious order-style genetic purification, but just uses this to seize human orthodoxy from scratch, and then gain the right to claim all human worlds.

"Politics, it's amazing, right?"

"How amazing!" Gray Feng nodded vigorously.

Russell smiled, looking across the starry sky, staring at the emperor's icon running on the edge of the galaxy: "Then again...the right to define and claim is one thing, but in a sense, I have What they said was not entirely false.”

He does intend to exterminate all inhuman alien races.

Even if it is impossible to rely on genetic sequencing to accurately determine who is human, Russell is still the most fundamental human supremacist, and this will not change.

Gray Feng didn't refute anything this time. The marshal in her impression had always been like this. But Koroniai on the side couldn't bear it anymore.

A slightly trembling hand grabbed the corner of Russell's clothes. He turned around and saw a lovely face that was slumped and ready to cry.

Ah... this time the style of painting is changed to a married woman? Russell then noticed that Koroniai had changed into a new body. For it, changing its body should be similar to changing its clothes.

I saw Koroniai crying and tugging at the corner of Russell's clothes, lowering his voice and asking cautiously: "What about me? Master?"

He said he wanted to exterminate all intelligent races except humans, but what about the swarm? Unlike Ogryn or the Navigator, who have an ambiguous relationship with humans, both the Presolin Protozoa and the Great Devourer are undoubtedly aliens.

Russell laughed dumbly.

"Even the primitive people of Terra who have not yet escaped gravity will keep livestock at home for labor, protection, or meat. Even the most radical racial mysophobia will not point the purifying blade at war horses and homing pigeons."

Russell gently lifted Coroniai's snow-white chin, which was dripping with tears, with one hand, and smiled softly: "You, who combine the genes of Presolin Protozoa and Great Devourer, are in the judgment standard of the Inquisition. Maybe it’s an extremely dangerous and terrifying alien. But here, you are just a domestic animal that I keep in captivity, do you understand?”

Koroniai wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand: "Well, well, I, I am a domestic animal raised by the master..."

Russell nodded with satisfaction: "Don't do this next time. I don't like to see the female pear blossom of the same race with rain, even if the 'same race' and 'crying' are all disguised."

Human beings are perceptual creatures. Even if we know that some things are false, we will still be touched by them if they are really put in front of us.

"I know." The peach blush that appeared on Koroniai's face due to crying suddenly disappeared.

Gray Feng on the side shook his head helplessly.

This is too abstract.

In the distance, the icon of the emperor, dressed in a scholar's robe, seemed to be a little nervous. The lantern in his hand lit up with a green halo, and a battleship with fine scars poked out from it.

“That’s the Valkyrie ‘The Vicious Woman’.” Gray Wind said, “The 6th Expeditionary Fleet is back.”

Russell's undisciplined state was instantly adjusted back, and he once again assumed the appearance of a mysterious Mo Ce magic stick, and ordered the biological Ark under his feet to come forward.

"The Vicious Woman, the Jealous Lady, the Unforgiven Truth, the Unfinished Business, the Eumenides..." Gray Wind arranged for the logistics ships to contact the returning fleet to enter the port for maintenance, and said to himself: "The main battleships are still there. At present, only some small escort ships and destroyers have reduced their personnel."

Although the 6th Expeditionary Fleet first had a conflict with Governor Badab's personal fleet, and after fighting the Word Bearers, it drifted deep into the maelstrom for an unknown amount of time... but overall the losses were not particularly serious, and the main ships were still there.

"Maybe it's the Emperor's blessing." Plumelia, commander of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet and psychic director of the Order of Truth, said.