Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The storm swept across, and the circuits in the body of the Dreadnought Mecha standing in front of the Throne of Flesh were also disturbed by psychic energy. The hydraulic claw on its right hand stopped in mid-air, and its decayed body froze unnaturally, and the surface of the machine flashed from time to time. Blue-violet current.

However, even in the face of overwhelming psychic pressure, this battle-hardened fearless mecha still struggled to raise its left hand equipped with a heavy flamethrower and pointed it at Russell, who stood at the entrance and never moved.

The next moment, blazing flames engulfed the mysterious man in black robes.

The Space Marines who were incapacitated in the lightning storm quickly recovered from the convulsions with their superhuman physiques. Without any nonsense, they picked up the chain swords and bolt guns that fell beside them the moment they climbed up. The Empire's double-headed eagle logo shone golden on the side of the gun body.

At the same time, Sister Silence and Chapter Leader Milak, who were holding two-handed swords, had already rushed in front of Russell.

"In the name of the Emperor..."

They dropped their weapons.

In the blazing flames, the hot temperature caused Russell's black cloak to curl up. There was an invisible force field around him. The sword blades in the hands of Miraak and Sister Silence, who were attacking, pierced the force field. It was like being trapped in a swamp. Not to mention causing harm to Russell, they couldn't even withdraw their weapons and pull them out.

Large-caliber explosive bombs were embedded in the air in front of Russell, but they did not detonate.

He felt helpless about the loyalty or stubbornness of the Space Marines: "In the name of the Emperor, can you listen carefully to what others say before copying them?"

Russell knew that it was a bit unreasonable for him to appear here, and it would be natural for him to be regarded as a heretic. However, they refused to give him time to finish a sentence. He would beat anyone he caught with a slap, how many times. Some are too extreme.

Forget it, since you can't communicate with words, let's find another way of communication.

With a flick of his fingers, Russell once again released a violent lightning storm and completely washed the throne room. A dozen black-armored Astartes who had just climbed up were knocked down by him again, but they still did not lose. Conscious, even though he was lying on the ground, he was still struggling to reach for the trigger.

Russell thought these guys were too loyal.

Chapter leader Milak and Sister Silence in front of him collapsed to the ground one after another. Among them, Sister Silence reacted the most violently. She could not understand what was happening in front of her. She was obviously an untouchable person who could block psychic energy. Why was this mysterious person The psyker is able to cast spells quickly in front of him with aplomb.

Although the other party cast simple and crude spells like psychic lightning that did not require skills, this unreasonable phenomenon still could not be explained.

That vast and boundless psychic power is simply like...a big demon.

"I'm not a big demon, but if you strangle that orc to death, the thing lying on it will really turn into a big demon."

Russell casually caught the sword thrown by a Space Marine with all his last strength. His body disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone. The next moment, he "flashed" in front of the Dreadnought Mecha.

Standing on the throne of flesh and blood, looking at the rust stains and horrific sarcoma that appeared on the Dreadnought mecha due to unnatural aging, Russell was amazed: "It is so deeply polluted that it can still move normally? As expected of a Dreadnaught veteran, he is so loyal. Unspeakable.”

"heresy…"

From the fearless mecha, bursts of low roars came out.

"Just say I'm not a heretic." Russell shook his head: "I quite like the emperor, but what I like is the truth of the empire."

As he spoke, he released his right hand that was holding the handle of the Huntress' Blade, and his two slender white fingers gently pinched one of the hydraulic claws on the Dreadnought Mecha's right hand that was about to crush the Orc Warlord's head... With a claw, the heavy psychic pressure forced Lao Wuwei's right hand to slowly drop down from his body.

After saving the life of the orc warlord, Russell said calmly: "I can understand your hatred of the aliens, but the situation here is as you can see. The interior of the battle moon has been contaminated by chaos, which is gathered on this orc. The waaagh!!! energy has been contending with it, so that the entire battle moon is not completely distorted."

Chapter leader Milak struggled to get up from the ground with his sword. Several think tanks looked at him and nodded slightly, indicating that what this mysterious psyker said was true.

Russell drew out the Huntress's Blade, gently poked the strange humanoid creature made of tree roots that held the orc warlord firmly on the throne of flesh, and then said:

"'The Last Baor', is this the treasure you are looking for? I guess the Emperor will not like this thing. Its 'essence' has been contaminated by Chaos. If this orc dies, the waaagh that envelopes this place!! ! When the force field collapses, Bao, who is completely out of control, will soar immediately and become a 'big demon' favored by the evil god."

"The last Bao... is this treasure's name?"

"Well, that's right." Russell nodded: "It's called Bao, or Guru Nur... In short, this is the last surviving individual of an extinct race, known as the 'Last Bao'. "

Milak's eyes moved slightly. From the beginning, he only knew that "the orcs held a treasure that the Lord of Humanity wanted", and there was only one abstract piece of information about this treasure: "It has huge vitality."

As for the nature of this treasure, and that it was actually a living creature called Bao, he had never heard of it.

Russell ignored his doubts and just looked at Milak who had just gotten up from the ground: "Leader, you don't want to see your brothers die here, do you?"

Milak somewhat understood what he meant: "You mean, you can help us?"

"To be precise, it can save your lives." Russell said calmly.

While the two were talking, the Astartes warriors who had fallen to the ground after being hit by Russell's psychic lightning also regained some mobility and managed to get up from the ground with their limbs together.

But this time, they did not immediately attack Russell after getting up.

Because even if they were tough warriors like them, who had to go all the way here and set foot on such dangerous terrain, the flesh wrapped under the ceramite power armor would inevitably develop many vicious abscesses due to the pollution of the subspace.

But as the violent psychic lightning flowed through their bodies, as if they had undergone some kind of baptism, these lingering vicious abscesses actually... disappeared on their own.

As the leader of the Chapter, Milak naturally noticed this. He was confused. He didn't understand that he and this mysterious psyker were completely strangers to each other. They even labeled him as a heretic and launched a fatal attack on him when they first met...

"...Why are you still helping us like this?"

"Because one day in the future, you will give me some vital help on something." Russell tilted his head slightly and said: "Because you in the future helped me, so I will repay you now." This favor.”

The favors owed in the future must be repaid now.

It's not like Milak had never seen this kind of behavior before, but most of those people were prophetic psychics.

...It seems that this mysterious person is not only a powerful psychic, but also has the ability to predict the future similar to the prophetess Alexei.

For a time, Russell's image became more and more confusing in Milak's mind.