Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

How did the messenger of the Star Bomber know this top secret that few among the Haemonculi knew?

It couldn't have been the star bomber who told him, it would be too ridiculous to say that. The outside world speculates that the identity of the Star Bomber is "an ancient immortal who has survived from the dark age of technology to the present day." However, the Phoenix School is one of the most mysterious and unpredictable groups even among the already mysterious Haemonculi. , even the human emperor may not necessarily know much about this group of extreme guys - isn't the emperor an immortal? He is almost as old as the human race itself.

Russell, if you want, I'll just tell you that I went to the Black Library and read the official novel.

Wait, Black Library seems to be the name of a Craftworld ship...

That's even more unclear.

So Russell chose not to say anything, continued to lower his head and stick to Eponin, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'god' who protects you 'Phoenix'?"

"...respect God, respect the name of God..."

Different from the previous two questions, this time Eponine did not answer Russell's question immediately. Her lips murmured and murmured. Suddenly, her body struggled violently.

"How is it possible! You can still move after being paralyzed by the neurotoxin that your mother specially prepared for the Eldar!"

Riva Galen had quick eyesight and quick hands. She immediately clamped Aiboning's waist tightly with her legs, and locked her arms with both hands, preventing Aiboning from committing suicide with the arm blade of her elbow.

Eponin, whose upper body was locked by Reva Galen and couldn't break free, kicked his two slender and toned thighs desperately. The curtain covering his face was completely wet with sweat and stuck to his face, revealing the outline of his facial features.

On her face, a black ring with a gap rotated rapidly.

"Her soul is being torn apart by some vast and powerful force! 'He' seems to be pulling her into subspace!"

Russell understood the current situation instantly. The question he just asked obviously touched a taboo area!

Now opening the hole to fight for Eponine with that existence will only completely shatter her soul. Taking advantage of the last moment when this soul was taken away, Russell took the time to ask the last question:

"Why did you ask Banhart to help you meet with the Star Destroyer's envoy?"

"Because...for...the one who flicked the stars, he owes...the god...a debt..."

The intermittent words quickly dissipated, and Eponin's body collapsed, becoming a hollow body.

Her soul was taken away by the ‘Zun Shen’.

On the quiet observatory, a dumbfounded Banhart looked at Russell with jaws dropped.

What is god worship? Inad, the god of death? What does Eponin mean by what he just said? What does it mean that the star bombers owe their god a debt?

Banghardt felt that he knew nothing about this galaxy.

Revatien held the sniper bone gun, silently replaced the paralyzing toxin in the needle with the cytolytic toxin, and asked: "Master, do you want to silence me?"

She felt that Banhart had heard something she shouldn't have heard, and she didn't mind killing to keep her master's secret.

"It won't be a big deal if you silence him." Russell said lightly, letting Banhart's life pass in front of the Golden Throne.

He stood up from Eponin's body calmly, with a gentle smile as gentle as jade: "The Governor still owes me a sum of money that has not been paid, but because your fundraising channels are blocked I cut it off, you can pay for it in other ways."

"What specific method is it?" Banhart asked bravely.

"Like do me a favor."

"help?"

"Help." Russell smiled and said: "To be precise, I ask you to go to Comoros with me. During this period, you must unconditionally obey all my orders - after you come back, the payment you owe me will be written off. "

At the moment, there is no way to continue to obtain psychic dust through Banhart's channels. He plans to go directly to Commorragh to get it.

Bankhart thought for a moment, but did not agree immediately: "Please give me a day to think about it."

"Clentarina's rotation period is 2.1 Terra days, right? To be precise, it's two days, right?" Russell said, touching his chin.

"...I will give a reply as soon as possible." From this sentence, Banhart felt Russell's tough attitude.

Reva Galen followed Russell with Eponin's body in his arms, and the three of them left the observatory and walked downstairs.

Russell's original plan was to walk around the perimeter of the Eye of Terror to investigate the traces of Eldar activities, and try to find out what the sad and angry roar of the evildoers meant. But he had just arrived in the Kelenna Sector. The first contact with Banhart's 'friend' asked for such important information. This was so smooth, incredibly smooth.

The investigation process was so smooth that Russell felt like he was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. Whether he was blind or not was another matter, but was it really a coincidence that he picked up this dead mouse? Just good luck? Or...have I unknowingly stepped into the plan and arrangement of a certain existence?

In the past, Russell would have said to the subspace without hesitation, 'This must be Tzeentch's conspiracy! ’, but now that Tzeentch has suffered two defeats in a row on him, will the Lord of Changes really be so stubborn that he will continue to scheme against the Star Destroyer?

Or is there some other will involved in it?

For example, the ‘Honored God’ who protects the Phoenix School...

Russell thought about these questions as he walked down the spiral staircase. Suddenly, Banhart, who was walking at the front, stopped, causing him to almost bump into him.

Raising his head, Russell saw a slightly trembling shoulder.

"This...this is..."

Banhart's voice trembled slightly along with his body. If it weren't for the aristocratic cultivation and fear of Russell supporting his legs, he would have collapsed to the ground.

The rotating colored lights were still coming from under the spiral staircase, but there was no longer the bustle of people when they came. The smell of hallucinogen secretions still filled the air, but it was no longer as pungent as before. Because there was a stronger smell that overwhelmed them.

Russell closed his eyes, the sweetness of blood and the bitterness of bile filling his nose.

In front of Banhart, under the spiral staircase, a horrific picture of hell spread out in a pool of blood.

The huge transit node was filled with lifeless corpses. Drug-addicted mutants were pierced through the throat in ecstatic hallucinations, and they still wore blissful smiles until they died; men and women who indulged in lust until they died. At that moment, the bodies were still connected together, and the smuggler who was conducting some transactions hidden in the corner still held the precious small items that had not yet been sold in his stiff hands.

The light ball above the hall was still rotating, illuminating the pale and black body in colorful colors even with rain and dew on the ground.

A tall, slender and fully armed Eldar banshee walked around the dead bodies on the ground with graceful steps, and came to line up neatly in front of Russell. They knelt on one knee respectfully and said softly: "Master, all living creatures at the transit node have been cleared."

"Statistics." Russell said lightly.

"Yes." A banshee raised her head and opened her visor to reveal her beautiful face: "This operation killed a total of 19,198 individuals, including mutants: 599 with mild deformities, 971 with severe deformities, and demi-humans. 677..."

"Finally, there are the Dark Eldar, a total of 11 people. Three of them have veils with ring patterns on their faces."

As she said this, the banshee felt a little guilty: "It was my incompetence, Master, that left no one alive. After they found that they were no match for us and could not escape, they committed suicide without hesitation."

The Spirit Race of the Phoenix School is indeed not afraid of death.