Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Um... did the marshal say anything else to you?" Plumelia asked cautiously.

Gray Wind answered without hesitation: "He also said that any rules or laws are just tools for the strong to restrain the weak. The truth of this galaxy is that violence is only violence. Violence is everything, violence is the only thing. Violence can fight. All things considered, violence is the ultimate solution to all problems."

"..." Plumelia was silent for a few seconds, then nodded helplessly: "I understand, if this is the leader's will..."

Gray Feng showed an expression that could be taught.

In fact, long before Russell proposed the idea of ​​the Blood Court, the development direction of the Far Eastern Star Territory had already been determined.

That is to develop force at all costs and to strengthen force by any means. Only force is the only foundation for mankind and the way to build its life.

Love and peace, dreams and ideals; development and future, freedom and redemption... high-sounding truth, innocent kindness. Will the greenskins listen? Or will Tyron listen? Or beg the Necron and Eldar for mercy?

"He said that every race in this universe wants to kill every race except itself."

Including titanium.

"He said that the universe does not believe in peace. Only killing and destruction are the only eternal themes in the galaxy."

"He said, I believe it, I believe everything." Gray Feng put his hands on his chest, his eyes calm.

Just like Russell boarded the Gray Goo mothership unprepared when Falla first met, Gray Wind also gave Russell unreserved trust in return. Just do what he ordered, and we will talk about the consequences later.

Plumelia was numb. All she could think about was the Marshal, the wise Marshal, and whatever the Marshal said to him, he did whatever he said.

But in addition to calling the marshal, there is also a very real problem: there are less than 1,500 highly qualified talents in the entire Far Eastern Star Region who have successfully obtained A-class driving licenses to command ships of destroyer or above level, and the giant shipyards have been More than 2,000 battleships were produced, and they are still being built today.

"Building so many ships, who will sail them?"

"Me!" Hui Feng did his part.

Plumelia was speechless.

After sending away the paralyzed psychic supervisor, Gray Wind returned his energy to the work at hand.

Her optical sensor scanned forward. The framework of the 'Junlin Taixu' was completely built. The dock module, supercharged wings, dragon scale armor... everyone was lying obediently in the warehouse waiting for her favor. Next comes the final assembly process. The difficulty of construction is enough to make even Mars flinch. For Gray Feng, it is about the same as building blocks.

But before building the Juggernaut out of bricks, there's one final preparation.

The Gray Goo mothership docked at the side of Dock 1 started its engine, and the graviton beam dragged a dormant L-star gate and slowly flew towards the core of the domination frame.

As the construction of the Overlord officially entered the final stage, Gray Wind's mood became excited.

"I have already put down the first brick!"

"I have built the first star gate!"

At the same time, in the Ultramar star field, a faint green light slowly lit up at the edge of the stellar gravity well of the Macragge galaxy.

A tall mechanical weirdo danced and screamed strangely, with 13 mechanical arms and 6 tentacles trembling with excitement. On the deck behind him, there were countless servants of the God of Machine and believers of the state religion lying on the ground praying devoutly. .

In the fifth year after the remnants of the 13th Expedition Fleet arrived in Macragge, Ultramar's stargate was officially opened to navigation.

"Check the operating status of the star gate! Monitor the curvature of space and time in the galaxy! Be ready to forcibly cut off the energy supply center at any time! Ships from Falla may come out of the star gate at any time... Behave! Pay attention to your manners! Let guests from afar appreciate Ultra Rama’s hospitality…”

The mechanical sage excitedly dragged the mechanical arm back and forth on the deck, making a rustling metallic sound. The state priests present were already preparing to hold a grand singing ceremony for the lighting of the star gate. The cabin of the foundry ship was busy. Every now and then, a technical priest would be forced to soak in coolant because the data center was overheated and short-circuited. Then he would crawl back to the deck with his body wet and sticky, crying, just to gaze at the star gate's light for even one more second.

Different from the fanaticism of the two religions, on the Space Marine fleet parked not far away, the Astartes monks generally maintained their sanity. Perhaps thanks to the excellent ideological and political education of the Ultramarines, the descendants of Guilliman always I am more willing to show my rational and glorious side to the outside world.

It’s not allowed from above!

"Captain, can you drop the heresy accusation against me now?"

The speaker was a tall space warrior wearing dark blue armor. His shoulder armor was engraved with the gilded chapter emblem, and he wore a golden laurel leaf crown symbolizing glory on his head. His identity was ready to be revealed.

——The former captain and current captain of the Blue Blood Noble Chapter, Eliwood.

He is now standing on the bridge of the legendary battleship named 'Macragge's Glory'. Next to him is another veteran Astartes who has reached the rank of Chapter Master. His pale temples are covered with A scar cuts across the waist.

Although he is also a chapter leader, it stands to reason that Eliwood is on the same level as the old-timer in principle, but in practice, he is always subconsciously lower than him when getting along with him. Because the unit where this old man works is none other than the parent group of the Blue Blood Noble Chapter, one of the original Astartes Legions - the Ultramarines.

The current chapter leader of the Ultramarines, ‘Hartin Hermes’, is a guy who looks forward to retiring every day.

"The accusation against you was initiated by the Great Sage 'Travens', and the National Church and the Inquisition were also involved. They jointly sentenced you to excommunication and rebellion. It is very difficult for me to forcefully save your life against all the opinions. Chapter leader Hatin Hermes looked embarrassed: "I do not have the authority to directly withdraw the accusation against you. Even if the Star Gate has been built, I am afraid that it will have to be verified through a period of actual use to verify its reliability. The Mechanicus Adeptus. Only then will I vindicate you.”

Eliwood sighed: "You have been using the same reason to fool me for five years, Captain."

Five years ago, he led the heavily-lost 13th Expedition Fleet to escape from the Necron pursuit, arduously crossed the Gulf of Damocles and entered the Ultramar star field, returning to the home of the Ultramarines.

However, when the scarred Blue Blood Noble Chapter headed exhaustedly to the home planet of the Gene Father, hoping to get rest and supplies, what greeted them was not the condolences of the Mother Chapter, but the condolences from the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition. joint charges.

The pedantic great sage Trevins could not accept the existence of the Stargate network, and united all connections to forcibly label the L-Stargate as an evil forbidden technology, with the intention of declaring the 13th Expeditionary Fleet a minion of Chaos. The Blue Blood Nobles Chapter therefore Imprisoned by his armor and cut off from all contact with the outside world, only Chapter Leader Eliwood still retains extremely limited freedom in a small area.

Eliwood understood that if Hardin and the Ultramarines had not come forward to save him, they might have died on the road to the Atonement Crusade.

He also understood that behind this groundless accusation were the shadows of some dignitaries who did not want to see their power diminished.

He can completely understand the difficulties of the parent group, but.

"Captain Harding, you put us under a lot of pressure by imprisoning us protectively. I understand you, but, but... you secretly spread news in Macragge and selected people for the 'Terra Expedition' within the Ultramarines. What do you mean, manpower?”

That is obviously our responsibility...