Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Internal contradictions shift outward, and wars are launched without resolution. This is the political wisdom of human civilization that has been tested for thousands of years. If you are unhappy, don't play with it.

As for the reason for launching a war, what do you mean? Do you need a reason to beat the aliens?

After the baptism of the Long Night and the Emperor's Crusade, the extreme hatred for all non-human races has been engraved in the bone marrow of every human being. There is no need for a reason to launch a war, and there is no reason for killing aliens.

"What are you talking about? You have no citizenship rights. Do you deserve to live?"

Therefore, once the mobilization order was issued, no one raised any objections. Even the short 20 years of peace in the Far Eastern Star Territory damaged the prestige of the Star Bomber as a dictator to a certain extent. The reason is that no emperor can defeat an immortal. Why should the emperor replace the emperor?

The throne of the Lord of mankind cannot be seated unless one is full of martial virtue. As for how to evaluate whether a ruler can fight, it mainly depends on whether he can use fire and sword to suppress aliens and fight for the land under the stars for mankind.

The star bomber felt it was time to show off his martial arts. ——Everyone in the Far Eastern Star Territory who received the mobilization order thought so.

But the actual situation is another matter.

Floating in the hanging gardens of Falla's atmosphere, Magnus sat outside, reading in the sunshine. Since being imprisoned by Russell, he has had nothing to do. Apart from sorting out Eldar documents and teaching some psychic knowledge, he has been in a state of fishing for a long time.

With a bang, Magnus closed the book in his hand and looked at the pure white tower behind him with his changing one eye. He felt a violent spiritual energy fluctuation in that direction.

"who?"

The intruder did not answer. Magnus only saw a tall figure descending from the sky and landing at the door of the tower in a beast-like posture.

That is a woman who can be described as 'perfect'.

Her skin is snow-white, and her light blue eyes are clear and attractive, like two sparkling freshwater lakes above the snow-capped fields. The angle of every eyelash on both sides of the lake is impeccable, and every line from the bridge of the nose to the jaw is perfect. It is as perfect as a wonderful work of art carved with painstaking efforts by the most accomplished master, as if all the beauty in the world is included. Gathered in her body, the suffocating beauty reveals a hint of fatal charm, which is extremely beautiful and charming.

Even Magnus, as the original body, couldn't help but have some subtle feelings of being ashamed in front of her.

However, for such a beautiful and enchanting creature, her current posture is completely incompatible with elegance. Her sexy figure and ferocious posture are extremely incompatible, like a savage beast that surpasses the alluring monster. The light blue lake is filled with anger and grievance.

Then Magnus knew who it was.

"You are a bug raised by the Star Bomber, right?" Magnus asked: "Coroniai, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for my master. I know he is here." Koroniai straightened up and looked directly at the red devil who was holding a book in his hands and said at a loss: "Are you going to stop me?"

"I'm sealed and can't beat you. And why should I stop you." Magnus shrugged: "He's on the top floor of the tower. You just go there."

"... Got it." Koroniai kicked the door open and ran in angrily.

"Why are you so angry?" Magnus shook his head, lowered his head and continued reading.

Koroniai ran all the way and stepped on the white maple wooden stairs. But as it got closer to the top of the building, its footsteps began to slow down slowly. In the end, it was almost moving cautiously without making any sound. Footsteps. I was so eager to see the master just now, but now that I have actually arrived, I am very uneasy and worried about gains and losses.

Putting his hand on his chest, Koroniai took a few deep breaths and walked to the top of the tower.

At the top of the tower is an open-air circular room. The translucent ceiling has a complex optical design, which filters the sunlight into a warm and soft form, giving it a cozy feel. The furnishings in the room are simple, with only a table, a cabinet, a bed, and a bookshelf.

Russell, dressed in formal attire, was sitting at his desk, lowering his head and annotating a paper document.

Realizing that someone was going upstairs, Russell raised his head: "Are you...? Oh, yes, Coroniai, have you created a new body again?"

A body that pursues perfection to this level can no longer be produced normally. It can only be pinched bit by bit by the life-shaping insect queen in the organic bract. Fulgrim was ecstatic when he saw it.

Koroniai then walked to the desk, picked up the hem of her skirt and turned it around: "Does it look better this time than before?"

"It's quite nice." Russell smiled: "What do you want from me? If it's a research project on nano-micromachines, Gray Feng has already told me, so just feel free to do it."

"No, it's not that..." Koroniai, who was as furious as a beast just now, suddenly became nervous: "I have heard that the master is going to launch a full-scale war against the Eldar. The Order of Truth is recruiting troops in the Far Eastern Star Territory to increase production. Arms...but I didn’t get any orders, don’t you need me to do anything?”

After saying that, Koroniai blinked: "Anything is fine?"

"This is a total war, not a raid or encounter." Russell shook his head and said: "The Ark of the Eldar is wandering in the network channel throughout the galaxy. In addition to conventional war preparations, we also need to be prepared for retaliatory raids by these stragglers. . I need a force strong enough to guard the rear, so that I can do whatever I want on the frontal battlefield."

The mobility of the insect swarm biological ships is far inferior to that of serious starships, but their numbers are sufficient and the combat effectiveness of the ground troops is strong enough, making them the best choice for defending the home.

"Great, it turns out you don't need me..." Koroniai felt relieved.

Russell smiled helplessly. It seemed that after Gray Wind annihilated the giant etheric insect Kraken and recovered the Kraken life-shaper, he often frightened Koroniai in this regard and gave it a ptsd of being abandoned.

Suddenly, Russell gritted his teeth and hissed slightly, and the signature on the document was almost crooked.

"Speaking of which, Master, why are you launching a war of extermination against the Eldar at this time?" Koroniai, who was relieved, put his hands on the desk and bent down, asking softly: "The Order of Truth has just begun to build the Federation. I don’t think it’s the best time to start, but it’s not a bad time either.”

The overall strength of the Eldar race is just like that. It doesn't hurt to develop for a while. Why are we in such a hurry?

"Because the Eldar race today develops faster than any other race." A familiar voice came from under the table.

Koroniai was stunned for a moment, and then he saw such a big Gray Wind emerging from under the desk. While wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he said: "Among the 'Haevilians' of the Dark Eldar, one is called the 'Phoenix' The secret school has made a pact with the True God, and now the Eldar have gotten rid of the fear of Slaanesh. They can develop their own psychic talents at will, and the ancient relics left from the Eldar Empire can be unlocked."

Koroniai was hit so hard that his feet lost strength and he almost fell to the ground.

Russell coughed twice and added: "The person who signed the contract with the Phoenix School is not any one of the four gods of chaos, but a god of the virtual realm who is not inferior to the four gods, and is even more powerful - —The end of reincarnation.”

"The end of reincarnation..." Koroniai's eyes were dazed, and he gently repeated Russell's words.

"The End of Samsara probably came to the Marshal to collect a debt." Gray Wind crumpled up the napkin he had wiped his mouth into and threw it into his mouth, and said: "Before signing the contract with the Dark Eldar, the last one signed a contract with the End of Samsara. Yes, it’s actually the Marshal and me.”

"The content of the contract at that time was - the end of reincarnation will give the human federation an extremely powerful divine blessing, allowing it to develop rapidly within 50 years at a rate far exceeding that of other civilizations, and it can easily acquire enough power to dominate the world in a short period of time. An absolute advantage over the Star Sea."

"The divine grace at the end of reincarnation is extremely powerful, but the sacrifices required by the contract are also very terrifying." Russell said: "The price of signing a contract with Him is the entire civilization."

The End of Reincarnation will grant the signer’s civilization a 50-year divine grace. Once the 50-year period is up, He will harvest the entire population of the civilization at once and use a large number of souls as sacrifices. The God of the Void Realm He will tear apart the curtain and come to this world, and He will feast on it.

"But the Marshal didn't pay the price at all." Gray Wind swallowed the napkin and licked his lips: "Before the 50 years expired and the end of reincarnation harvested the entire civilization, the Marshal harvested the entire galaxy first, which is equivalent to I have spent 50 years of His divine grace in vain, without paying anything.”

The etheric phase engine blew up Russell's archives, and the flying relics were scattered everywhere. The clay artist, the end of reincarnation and other virtual realm gods were also blown away into this universe.

The Clay Artist chose to continue his path of shaping souls in circuits and became a god of the Necron faith.

At the end of the reincarnation, he signed a contract with the Dark Eldar. He generously extended divine favor and supported the Eldar just to collect debts from the shameless old man.

"And my choice this time is the same." Russell buttoned a few buttons on the hem of his shirt, stood up, and stretched:

"Start a war and kill the creditor first, so you don't have to pay back the debt."