Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

It rained in the webway, and the dense bombs were hot raindrops.

The severe temperature difference in a short period of time caused heat waves to hit the face, and it seemed that even the network tunnel under the feet was shaking in the rain of fire. The initiator of this attack did not care at all about the possible consequences of indiscriminate bombing in the inherently unstable branch of the network. The silent firepower coverage was his entire attitude and all his answers.

The subatoms melted by the melt beam are so hot, but the scorching heat is filled with suffocating coldness.

"Alas--!"

"Eha——!!"

"Yeah yeah yeah-!!!"

A bunch of dark shadows that were as agile as ghosts flashed quickly in the swaying network tunnel. The corners of clothes lifted up by the air current were close to the sparks falling from the sky. It was the driver of the 'Raider' hoverbike. of the Dark Eldar Rangers.

Overdosing on drugs makes them highly excited. The front end of the Raider motorcycle has sharp edges and protrusions, like sharp knives cutting through the rain of fire in the sky, heating up a celebrity in the heat of speed and passion. Molten launcher soldiers skewered.

Wait...meat, where's the meat?

The Eldar Ranger, who drove a Raider motorcycle and stabbed several mechs at once, woke up from the hallucination caused by the drug. Warm liquid splashed on its face. It was not the sweet blood of a human monkey, but flowing in the body. Pressurized oil in hydraulic lines.

The eyes of the ranger on the motorcycle were wide open, and the metal bodies pierced on the front of the motorcycle were shaking violently, and the empty eye sockets of the metal skulls emitted a frightening light.

"The zero-element coating is damaged, and the body damage rate is 53%. It is judged that the repair cost is higher than the cost of a new body of the same model, and the self-destruction protocol is implemented and the energy center is overloaded..."

"You... you fucking guy... you... 伱... you can't... you can't... do this... you can't!"

The blinding blue light blinded the Dark Eldar Ranger's eyes, and then, multiple plasma cores overloaded and self-destructed, forming a high-energy vortex that overwhelmed it and its Raider bike.

The motorcycle emitting thick black smoke fell from the sky, like an ink pen gently scratching the battlefield of the Webway blooming with sapphire blue fireworks.

The heavy rain was still falling, making this unremarkable branch of the Webway even hotter.

The massive number of Butcher VII automatic robots used their short service life to interpret something called cost-effectiveness. They rushed into battle one after another, and the cheapest body was equipped with the most destructive melt cluster launcher. As long as you use the zero-element coating and fire one shot before being pierced by the spirit bone weapon wrapped in the psychic decomposition field, you will earn money. Even if the gun is broken and seriously injured by the agile Eldar warriors without even firing a shot, it will not prevent the core inside the machine from melting itself and exploding a beautiful firework on the battlefield.

Death is as gorgeous as a summer flower!

Fire and psychic powers! Flesh and steel! The boundless steel army dragged the Dark Eldar, who were good at hunting, into a war of attrition with no end in sight. Tens of millions of automatic soldiers rushed to the front like a colony of ants, and the hot melt that lit up frequently The firepower clusters are woven into dense webs on the battlefield, denser than the stitches of a mother knitting a sweater for her beloved child.

Above the ant colony, towering giant figures flew by quickly. They were the ancient heritage transferred by Archon Flask using his own power, the ghost titans inherited from the Eldar Empire.

The 100-meter-tall wraithbone giant dragged his giant sword across the battlefield at a pace as vigorous as all the Eldar warriors. It was a mobility that the human titan could not even imagine. The ground plowed by the giant sword left a deep mark. In the ravine, the ghost titan broke through the fire net with a waltz-like graceful step, spinning and jumping, and the wraith bone blade was swung as smoothly as flowing water.

The next moment, the giant battle body behind the army of automatic robots, with its hands constantly spitting out fire rain, broke from its waist, and the towering machine collapsed.

This is as it should be. The Eldar warriors massacred the elite soldiers of humanity as easily as the Custodes slew the farts. In the same way, it is not much more difficult for a ghost titan to kill a bulky human titan than it is to crush a fart to death.

But the problem is - there are too many farts!

The ghost titan's steps were vigorous, as unpredictable as a ghost, as unfettered as a flying bird. Giant battle bodies collapsed under the graceful swing of the spirit bone giant sword, but every time a battle body was scrapped, at least one was immediately followed. Three fully armed brand-new combat units squeezed into the webway, stepping on the corpses of their colleagues, and raged towards the webway that was riddled with holes.

quantity! Firepower!

Enough to overwhelm everything! Firepower that completely covers the battlefield!

The pilot in the Ghost Titan felt that his nerves were trembling. The frenzied fire coverage had not stopped for a moment since the first shot was fired. The rising battlefield energy level ironed the not so wide branches of the webway like The red-hot copper pipe makes every jump of the Ghost Titan frightening, and every stop is a gamble of life and death.

The Dark Eldar's most elite rangers, rangers, nightmares and other units were all devoured by the sea of ​​iron and fire, and poison disaster interceptor aircraft crashed one after another.

The Dark Eldar, who were accustomed to dancing on the tip of the knife, were horrified to find that the tip of the knife under their feet was getting hotter and narrower.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the hot hell.

At this point in the war, the interceptor army responsible for intercepting human attacks did not see even a single trace of a human being.

After this meat-grinding war in the webway has reached a fever pitch, at the same time, in an unnamed galaxy in the southwest of the Ophelia galaxy, on the No. 4 satellite of a gas giant planet, a group of ant-like people are working in the desolate The surface of the planet is busy.

Recruit Nesaro drove a heavy crane slowly over the bumpy surface of the star, dragging the remains of a giant combat body that had been cut in half to the transport plane hovering over the satellite.

Nesaro looked back and saw that the convoy behind him was very long, winding like a long steel snake, extending from the surface of the star to the deep rift valley. A webway gate was in the deepest part of the valley.

The troops currently using the webway gate here are roughly divided into two parts:

A convoy of heavily loaded trucks carrying the remains of mechs traveling between the Webway Gate and the extraction point;

And the army of mechas and giant battle formations lined up to be filled into the network tunnel and turned into wreckage and then came out;

Nesaro sighed and silently increased the horsepower of the truck engine. The corpse of the giant battle body was indeed very heavy.

His eyes drifted leisurely to the colorful starry sky above his head, and he couldn't help but recall the fearless oath he had made when he was recruited into the army, and that he was willing to sacrifice his life generously for the Human Federation. Looking at it now, I feel that the pictures in front of me are all so unreal.

Nesaro lowered his head and his eyes fell on the joystick in his hand.

"Relationships require us to 'sacrifice generously', which means working 12 hours a day in two shifts..."

How can I put it, it is indeed very harmful to the body. But it doesn't seem to hurt the body as much as imagined.