Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Leading the commandos into this tug-of-war between Chaos and the Greenskins was the current Chapter Master of the Penitent Fire Chapter: Miraak.

As the commander of the Legion of Martyrs, Milak knew how much the war outside required a respected leader like himself to take charge of the overall situation, but he still chose to personally lead the elite of his regiment into the fortress for this desperate assault. .

This chapter leader has no desire for power or materialism. The only thing he cares about is "glory."

To personally obtain what the Emperor desires in the battle with the aliens is exactly what the Space Marines desire, the supreme glory.

The throne room in front of him was filled with a stench that even the Septons Astartes could not bear. This stench was not a real smell, but a warp influence that struck directly at the soul. It cannot be filtered by the helmet, and only when close to the Sister of Silence can the warriors breathe a little bit of clean air.

There is a lack of lighting in the depths of the fortress, and the surrounding vision is dark. Only the weird tentacles and other biological tissues squirming around occasionally emit the evil halo from hell. Fortunately, the Space Marines' eyes have been specially modified so that they can see even in the dark.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the throne of flesh and blood in the center of the hall. The roaring orc warlord's body was covered with mutated vascular tree roots and rotten and pus-filled sores. However, the soldiers' faith was not changed by this blasphemous scene. They were slightly shaken because in this twisted flesh and blood, they had found what the Lord of Humanity was looking for:

The tree roots growing on the throne are intertwined, vaguely showing a shape that is close to the human body. From a distance, it looks like a palm holding the orc warlord tightly in the palm of the hand, and it also looks like a tree with entangled roots. A strange humanoid creature is "embracing" this throne of flesh and blood.

And this humanoid creature is the treasure that appears in the prophetess Alexei's prophetic dream, which contains huge vitality.

It was it that allowed the Orcs, who were lingering in the desolate galaxy, to rise rapidly to the point where they could build the War Moon. It was also it that brought indescribable flesh and blood distortions in front of us, and the vibrant and lovely life attracted the attention of a loving father. focus on.

"For the Emperor..." Miraak silently clenched the sword in his hand, vowing to win it for the Lord of Mankind.

The blazing faith called "Repentance Fire" supported him from losing his mind in the subspace whispers echoing around him. There was no need to say anything between the battle brothers. Miraak, wearing a full set of ceramite armor, exploded like a cannonball. Shooting out, the Sisters of Silence behind her followed with an agility that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye. The remaining dozen Space Marines quickly launched a standard triangle attack formation and advanced.

At the end of the charge team, Old Fearless, whose body was in decay, looked at the brave backs of the young men. The unnaturally aging engine started to run with gritted teeth, striding forward with the last strength.

There are no enemies in this final throne room. The true test comes from the soul, from the warp.

The bolters in the Space Marines' hands were silent and did not fire. They spread out around the throne in tacit agreement, each using their chain swords to cut off the roots of the trees that were growing in all directions. They were surrounded by the echoing sounds of blasphemy. Trying to maintain his sanity, he tried to dig out the humanoid creature lying on the orc warlord's body.

At the same time, the fearless mecha has arrived in front of the Throne of Flesh.

The big orc who was slumped on the throne and unable to move was covered with all kinds of decayed armor and weapons. If he stood up, this orc would be even bigger than the fearless mecha in front of him. The power contained in his thick body Powerful enough to tear the decaying Dreadnought into pieces with his bare hands.

Because this is not a warboss, but an orc warlord.

However, it couldn't stand up, and could only watch with horror as a huge, rusty hydraulic claw slowly extended to its green head. Now it only needs a little force to completely crush the head. .

Milak bowed his head and acquiesced in allowing the old Dreadnought to gain the honor of killing the orc warlord with his own hands. He knew that the Dreadnought had been corrupted too deeply and was irreversible.

"Return to the Emperor with glory..." Milak thought silently in his heart.

The sound in the throne room was noisy, but not noisy. The rumbling sound of the chain swords drowned out the sticky sound of flesh and blood crawling and growing. Only the whispers of the subspace were still surrounding my ears, never ending, and they seemed to rise and fall one after another. Some weird harmony.

However, the next moment, there was a voice that broke this harmony.

"I wouldn't kill that orc if I were you."

"who!"

Almost at the moment the sound appeared, the chain swords in the hands of more than a dozen space warriors and a Silent Sister stopped working at the same moment. The black muzzles pointed in the direction of the sound. Without any unnecessary words, the next moment It was a volley of volleys of explosive bombs, and several bombs even hit the same point at the same time.

However, such skillful shooting skills and such tacit teamwork failed to lift a corner of that man's cloak.

Appearing at the entrance to the throne room was a mysterious man wearing a black cloak.

The reason why he is said to be mysterious is that this person has no facial features. There is no appearance on this person's face under the cloak. He can only see a hazy and misty psychic mist. Even as a think tank unit of the Psychic Astartes, I couldn't see through this fog and get a glimpse of this person's true face.

This person is holding a dense sphere with the bright starry sky flowing in one hand, and holding the hilt hanging behind his back with the other hand. He looks like a psychic mage, but also like a wandering swordsman who comes from nowhere.

Wait, can a wanderer wander into the battle moon?

"I……"

As soon as Russell opened his mouth, he was greeted by another tacit volley of explosive bombs, but the scale was much smaller than at the beginning, because several Space Marines wearing light power armor directly abandoned the chain saws in their hands. Swords and bolters, with the cover of the battle brothers, they rushed over with daggers, trying to stab at close range.

Astartes combat common sense: To defeat a psyker, be quick, close, and close quickly.

"Can you listen to what I'm saying?" Russell reluctantly let go of his right hand holding the Huntress' Blade and lightly snapped his fingers.

Brutal electricity appeared out of thin air at this moment, sweeping through the throne room at an absolute speed that even the Astartes could not react to. Not an inch of flesh and blood escaped this large-scale blow. The Sisters of Silence and the Think Tank were able to barely survive the storm with their own special skills, but the other battle brothers were not so lucky. The dozen or so people who had just shot at Russell all convulsed and collapsed to the ground in the storm. Only Chapter Master Milak was still barely conscious.

In an instant, these think tanks who had been practicing for hundreds of years saw the most destructive psychic lightning they had ever seen in their lives. Even calling it psychic lightning made them feel a little inappropriate. Such a range of electricity wiped the ground. It should be called a lightning storm.

"Lightning storm? What a name." Russell smiled as if he had read what the think tank was thinking. As his fingertips came together, the lightning storm that had just bombarded the entire throne room indiscriminately disappeared in an instant.

The three Space Marines who were swept by the storm and tried to get closer collapsed to the ground. Their bodies were slightly convulsed by the overloaded current, but the dagger in their hands was never released at all.

"You are such brave warriors. The Emperor will be proud of you." Russell expressed his appreciation for the Astartes who was electrocuted to the ground by him. Then, he put his hand on the Huntress's Blade at his waist:

"So, can you talk to me properly now?"