Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Chapter 288 T-34

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The Sorcerer King Magnus, who had been trapped for decades, finally left Falla and boarded the giant Overlord: King's Landing parked above the Tranquil Black Space Station.

This giant starship has a wingspan of more than 4,000 kilometers. It is like a continent hanging high in the sky, and like a Kunpeng spreading its wings. Countless ant-like starships are sent under the master's steel wings under the unified dispatch of Gray Wind, and occasionally a few A Titan and a battleship were mixed in, and they were bees mixed in the ant colony.

A fleet of this size...

"This guy might really be able to destroy Commorragh." Magnus felt awe-struck in his heart.

"Only if we can find Comoros."

A hollow voice came from behind, and Magnus looked back. Russell, dressed in a pure white military uniform and a coat, strolled over, followed by two twin sister guards in full armor.

"Although from my point of view these are a bit out of bounds, but... your steps are very vain, I hope you pay more attention to your body." Magnus said, his one eye with a flowing halo looked from Revathien and Reva Galen The two sisters hurriedly crossed their bodies and advised earnestly: "Enjoy in moderation, and use mortal bodies to deal with it at the same time. Uh... no matter how you say it, it is too much."

Russell cast a look of contempt at Magnus.

Magnus shrugged, a happy-go-lucky expression on his face.

"Stop chatting and get down to business." Russell clapped his hands, Revatien immediately understood and walked over with a Dark Eldar who had his hands and feet chained and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose sealed.

This was a black slave purchased from Lord Primus of Cadia Fortress.

"Okay." Magnus nodded, and together with Russell walked along the pipe network into the depths of the Overlord's cabin.

Russell arranged a fully enclosed room for Magnus that was monitored at all levels. The dark slave captives who were tightly bound by various devices knelt in two neat rows beside the wall. Russell himself sat in Magnus's room. opposite, just in case.

The black slave who had been escorted by Revatien knelt between the two of them, his trembling body like a dead dog.

"..." Magnus breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes. The chains that had bound his soul for a long time were released today. Feeling the spiritual energy that had been away for a long time, he felt peaceful in his heart.

The next second, Magnus stretched out his palm and crushed the head of the Eldar slave in front of him.

Russell made a cup of fragrant green tea, and Magnus stuffed the Q-bomb brain mixed with skull fragments into his mouth and chewed it carefully. He used his rich nerve endings to decipher the lowest level of the Eldar brain tissue cell structure. The powerful will of the Wizard King enslaves the broken souls of the dying Eldar.

The Astartes, who were genetically modified using the original body's genes, have the strange ability to obtain the memories of their enemies by devouring their brain tissue. As the original body, Magnus is even more powerful in this regard, and the wizard king is under the influence of the original body. With his profound knowledge in soul magic, he is perhaps one of the most qualified people in the galaxy to hold the position of Inquisitor.

Swallowing Q Bomb's brains together with his broken soul, Magnus smacked his lips.

In front of him, the headless body of the Eldar slave had been burned to ashes, leaving only a small pool of muddy ashes mixed with crystalline impurities.

"You move so fast." Magnus said: "I lit this Eldar on fire at the moment he was killed by me... With such accurate timing of casting, you can already claim the title of 'Master of Psychic Power' ”

"I just don't want to waste it." Russell shook his head, took a handful of turbid soul ashes on the floor into the palm of his hand, and observed with interest: "The quality and quantity of the spiritual dust burned out after the soul was broken has declined. Several levels... As expected, it is best to take it alive. Magnus, did you get any useful information from its memory?"

"There are some, but not complete enough. Let's go to the next one."

"continue."

With a click, the head of another Elf black slave was mercilessly crushed by the red devil, and the rest of his body burned into ashes.

In the tranquil black realm, massive fleets and armies are still gathering into the body of the Overlord: the huge and heavy Titan fortress, the swift and agile frigate/thunder strike ship swarm, the fully armed cruiser battle group, the transport ship full of army... Zero The plain armor and adamantine keel shine brightly on the black hole accretion disk.

But the largest number and the absolute main force in the army conquering the Eldar are the countless ‘T-34’ class battleships.

These war starships that were temporarily built in just a few years can even be described as "shoddy". The biggest construction cost of the entire ship is the nuclear thruster on the back and the ridiculously large main gun of the warship—— It is unbelievable that the main battleships of the Star Bombers actually widely use the most primitive nuclear power propulsion, which is even worse than the battleships of the Human Empire.

A new recruit with less than two years in the army, Nessaro sat in front of the porthole of a heavily armored cruiser, holding the mobile armor helmet issued to recruits by the Mechanical Department of the Order of Truth and looking at the battleship battle in the distance that could not be seen in the distance. The cluster said to itself: "Does the leader really want to use such a fleet to go to war with the Eldar...?"

At this moment, Nesaro felt that the world was so magical.

The T-34 class battleship is just a shell called a battleship. In fact, except for the fact that the main gun's lethality is decent, all the parts on it are of the lowest quality. You can't even think about zero armor. The engine is also the cheapest. It needs to move faster but not faster, and it needs durability but not durability. Not even a jump engine is equipped, so once bitten by an enemy, he can't even escape.

Judging from Nesaro's shallow military knowledge, once this ultra-low-profile, crispy warship fired its first shot on the battlefield and was discovered by the Dark Eldar, there would be no chance to fire a second shot.

The only advantages of the T-34 class battleship are its low cost and short construction period. A large number of them can be built at one time. Other than that, they are useless.

Is it really okay for the leader to spend so many resources to build a bunch of disposable warships that can only fire one shot on the battlefield? Nesaro was worried about this.

However, he is just an ordinary grassroots soldier, and his extremely limited military knowledge was acquired temporarily in the few years after he was drafted into the army. He knew that even the big figures at the top of the federation could see the problems that he could see, but they still chose to do this, so there must be a deep meaning behind it.

Nesaro silently hugged the helmet in his hand. The war was imminent. All he could do was to look down on life and death and rush to the front line to do his part. Try to repay the kindness of the Cult of Truth who fished out the rat named Nessaro from the sewer and recast his soul into a human being.

Although he only lived as a "human" for a short period of more than ten years, if he had to go to death for the ambition of the star bomber, Nesaro was willing to go there happily. He had no regrets in his life...

No, there is still one regret.

Nesaro smiled in relief, and his thoughts drifted back to the afternoon when he was drafted into the army.

"I regret not going to Miss Jane's shop to buy a cake that day..."