Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"This network node is locked from the inside. If it is forcibly destroyed from the outside using violence, the node will be scrapped and cannot be used."

"So what should we do specifically?" Russell asked.

"The seal needs to be broken from within the webway."

"How do you get inside then?"

"Open the entrance to the Webway..." Magnus muttered.

"It's time for your gastric lavage." Russell raised his left hand expressionlessly, and a deep crack exuding the breath of nothingness opened from his palm.

Magnus froze and said quickly: "There should be other small network gates near such a large network node. The network system is interconnected. As long as troops are sent into other entrances, the seal can be bypassed. , entering the interior of the Ophelia Webway node."

Russell shook his head: "The internal scale of the Webway system is huge and there are many forks. It is more complicated than the most complex maze, and there is no accurate map. After the death of the ancient saint, the Eldar have no ability to maintain it. The Webway system is still there. Strain injuries accumulate over a long period of time, and there are a lot of broken roads and dead ends.”

Having said so much, it actually means the same thing. Troops entering the webway may get lost or encounter other dangers.

"Actually, I have a feeling - the Eldar want us to do this." Russell continued: "They know that their power cannot compete with my army head-on, so they created this seal to induce me to send a small army into the network. Tao, let them sit back and wait."

In the Webway, the Eldar have a home field advantage. The Dark Eldar, who have the legacy of the Eldar Empire and the divine grace of the End of Reincarnation, hope to use this method to consume the power of the Human Federation and buy themselves time to develop.

Magnus nodded: "This is very likely."

Russell clapped his hands: "Okay, I will send troops to enter the webway from other small entrances."

"You..." Magnus was speechless for a moment. Looking at Russell's back as he decisively left, he actually didn't know what to say.

Then, he heard Russell say to Revatien who was waiting behind him: "Send me an order to assemble and prepare all 170 million armed mechs on the King's Landing Taixu to prepare for the war on the Webway. In addition, Inform the Mechanical Department that all industrial worlds are operating at full speed. Before the planet Ophelia 4 rotates 7 times, I will see at least 3 million Titans filled into the webway. At least 2 million Titans will be filled every Terran day. Installed troops and 6 million swarm drones are sent to the front line, with no upper limit."

"Understood." Revatien hurriedly retreated.

Magnus, who was half-kneeling on the ground, froze in place just as he was halfway up.

Russell came back to his senses and showed a kind smile to Magnus: "What, are you surprised by my exquisite tactics?"

"Ah...yes, that's right, what a brilliant tactic..." Magnus silently applauded Russell.

Without Russell's urging this time, Magnus diligently pointed out to him the coordinates of several small network entrances, which were all barren galaxies that no one cared about.

While Overlord was busy gathering and preparing an army of drones, several of the Titan battle groups scattered by quantum slingshots also followed the beacons sent by Overlord and returned one after another.

These battleships are also equipped with corresponding armies, which adds ample troops to the upcoming Webway War, which is the icing on the cake.

After intense preparations, the day before the army set off, Magnus asked Russell if he could take a look at his mechanical army, and Russell agreed.

So on this day, Magnus and Russell boarded the No. 1 dock dominated by the King's Landing Taixu together. At their feet was the steel army that was fully equipped and waiting for review.

Densely packed heavily armored mechs were spread out in the hangar as coldly as blades of grass. It was a grassland of steel, with metal skull faces integrated with optical, thermal, infrared, subspace auspicious and other detection equipment. , without the warmth of human beings, nor the ferocity and violence of killing machines.

This is just a sophisticated machine that automatically executes instructions, nothing more.

"This is the 'Butcher' Type VII war machine that was iteratively designed by the Mechanical Department while taking time away from civil engineering. The design drew inspiration from the Necron to a certain extent...well, it's actually plagiarism." Russell held it up with one hand. He leaned on the handrail, looked down at the dark forest of steel beneath his feet, and said to Magnus.

Magnus looked worried: "I thought the combat soldiers you were talking about would be similar to the Skitarii of the Adeptus Mechanicus. They are living weapons that have undergone multiple human body transformation procedures and implanted a large number of prosthetics... I didn't expect it to be purely Mechanical."

"What happened to the pure machine?"

"It's just some commonplace issues, the risk of AI rebellion, the possibility of AI being corrupted by Chaos, etc." Magnus said slowly: "Even putting aside the danger of AI itself, Iron Soldier is Living people still have some problems with insufficient flexibility, which may lead to many unnecessary sacrifices..."

"It's okay, there are enough of them, and the manufacturing cost is cheap enough." Russell said nonchalantly: "Their body trunks are all made of the most basic plastic steel material and are die-cast in one go. The parts are also mass-produced prototypes. Only the outside of the body is plated. A layer of zero-element coating only one atom thick is the only high-cost process.”

"The zero-element coating will collapse when encountering power weapons equipped with disintegration fields, but it doesn't matter, they are cheap enough."

"Single intelligence without a pure spirit field does have the risk of corruption and betrayal, but it doesn't matter, they are cheap enough."

"Anyway, they're cheap enough, and that's enough."

"Suppose that today 1 million mechs are corrupted and lead to the Chaos camp, and tomorrow another 5 million mechs inexplicably break away from the master control agreement. At the same time, in the production base at the rear: 10 million brand new mechas have just rolled off the production line. , waiting for the implantation of the command program."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Number and violence can solve all problems. When your troops are tens of millions of times that of the enemy, all problems will not be a problem. If there is still a problem, it will be the exploding soldiers who will fight back." Not enough."

Magnus no longer remembers what Russell said next. He only remembers that he was in a trance when he left the dock.

It was obvious that when he went to the Flare Galaxy, the Far Eastern Frontier was just a remote and desolate star field, but unknowingly, over the past few decades, that place had transformed into a war supplier that fully served the military industry.

The emotionless mechanical army naturally does not need any mobilization oaths. After the review, the steel army set off in silence. Each Titan battle group escorted these cold killing machines to their battlefield.