Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

There are generally three ways for a regime to gain legitimacy:

1. Provide benefits to the people and use money to win people's hearts

2. Create a national narrative and a common enemy, and use identity to unite people’s hearts

3. Eliminate all dissidents who question the legitimacy of the regime and use violence to deter people.

In fact, the three methods ultimately mean the same thing - the emperor, whoever has strong soldiers and horses can do it. Whoever is stronger is justified.

"You, you..." Russell's tough attitude and contempt for the emperor's authority made the priest suddenly angry. His left hand tremblingly raised and pointed at Russell's nose: "Disrespect the Emperor!"

"I'll give you two seconds to put your hands down, 1..." Just as Russell started to speak, Hui Feng beside him had already stood up one step ahead of him, and the petite and lovely girl collapsed into a puff of silver-gray smoke in front of everyone.

The gray wind blew gently, and the beautiful girl coalesced around Russell again. When she reappeared, she was already holding a soft pink ball of flesh in her slender hands, which had just been removed. A complete brain, with its wet brainstem and nerve fibers hanging down like a tail on a serialized brain, hanging down the corners of Gray Feng's clothes.

"What's the use of keeping a brain that doesn't know how to think?" Gray Feng said, throwing the intact brain that was still slightly squirming on the coffee table in front of him, and knocked over the teacup in front of Inquisitor Alex.

The next second, the priest pointed at Russell's left hand and dropped it, and the body covered in priest's robe fell to the ground.

Alex's face turned red, and his breathing began to become rapid. He glared at Russell, and veins burst out on the back of his clenched hands: "Automated nanorobots... forbidden dark technology, 伱, you actually blatantly violated it" Imperial law, secretly hiding the wisdom of hatred?!”

"I am an official of the Federation and do not abide by the laws of the Empire."

Russell looked at Alec's bloodshot eyes and said: "My wife was indeed reckless and killed the priest before she could count to 2. I can apologize to you for this. But if you do it in front of me again Call her the word hateful intelligence once and I won't mind killing you all."

To actually call the hateful intelligence his wife... The anger in Alex's eyes was almost too strong to be suppressed with reason, but thinking of the Overlord's body that was even larger than the Phalanx, he finally closed his mouth.

"This is so decent. You don't have the style of a human political elite to be startled." Russell nodded with satisfaction and lazily leaned his back on the sofa. He reached out to pick up the tea cup and wanted to take a sip, but found a pink mess. Colored meningeal fragments were soaked in it.

Tsk...Russell put down the tea cup and sighed helplessly: "Grey Feng, can you calm down a little? I still want to drink this tea...Grey Feng?"

The sudden sense of crisis made him raise his head suddenly, and he saw Gray Feng's cheeks flushed, and his cute and charming face was occupied by an expression of excitement that was hard to describe. He was obscene and gloomy, and his rapid breathing was like what he saw on the tram. The OL beauty's perverted maniac.

"What did you call me just now?" Gray Feng stared at Russell's face and sat down on the sofa close to his body.

"Don't show such a vulgar expression in front of outsiders. If someone sees that my wife is a bitch, I will be embarrassed." Russell held down her hands that were groping for his legs and lightly slapped Hui Feng on the forehead.

"Then, I'll ask after they leave..." Gray Feng's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his sharp nails gently scratched the skin of Russell's wrist: "I like to hear you call me that."

"I know, I know……"

Russell now deeply agrees with the correctness of Whale Shark King's Rolling Stone theory. Recently, Gray Feng has become more and more difficult to coax. In the past, she would be happy for a long time just by touching her head, but now she has to give up once her emotions get up.

After appeasing Gray Wind, Russell turned his attention to the Terran envoy in front of him. Alex's eyes were still filled with unsuppressible anger. The other priest who was not killed by Gray Wind turned pale and looked at the corpses of his colleagues and those who were killed. The brains dug out were at a loss.

Only the technical priest was still looking around curiously, trying his best to see any precious technical details in the wall decoration and Hui Feng's body.

"In short, Terra's attitude is meaningless to us. The Federation's authority does not need to be verified by anyone." Russell gently touched the back of Gray Wind's head and said: "You want to go to Ultramar. You can go, I won't stop you.

But what I need to remind you is that Ultramar itself is in danger. A terrifying alien called the Tyranids is invading there. By the time you get there, the Ultramarines may have been trapped in the sea of ​​​​worms. Marku Lage might have to move reinforcements to Terra in turn. "

"Thank you for the reminder, we will pay special attention to it." Alex said solemnly.

Obviously, in the context of the Great Crusade that wiped out most of the alien races in the galaxy, the Inquisitors of Terra did not think that the glorious 13th Legion would fall into the hands of a mere Tyranid, an unknown alien that had never been heard of before. superior.

Due to the salty smell of fluid in the Priest's brain, Russell and Alex chatted for a while about the issues between the Ultramarines and Ultramar.

Talking about the current serious situation in the galaxy, Alex was not without worries. He sighed with some weakness: "The situation has deteriorated to this point. Perhaps only the legendary son of the Emperor, the great Primarch, can return to the Empire. Save the empire from the quagmire..."

"Speaking of the original body... I almost forgot. You don't know that yet, right?" Russell picked up the teacup and put it down again, saying: "The original body of the Dark Angels, Lion King Lion El'Jonson has returned. , he is currently leading the Dark Angels in the Klenna sector north of the Eye of Terror to fight against the rising Chaos Warmaster."

"Is this true?!" The pale face of the priest behind Alex suddenly disappeared, and his expression was extremely excited: "The emperor's son of God has really returned?!"

"I have no position to lie to you on this matter... But to be honest, the current galactic chaos has arrived, and various forces have risen one after another. Even if you are the original body, you cannot save the generals of the building by yourself. Qing." Russell shook his head.

Then, he clapped his hands gently: "Then I will help you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly giant wearing a scholar's robe and with skin as red as blood bent down and entered in front of everyone.

"You! You are! Are you?!" When the priest next to him was confused, the black-clothed psyker who had been sitting silently at the back suddenly turned pale with shock. His three eyes opened wide at the same time. It was a subconscious psychic attack.

Magnus blew lightly to neutralize the oncoming psychic attack, and then asked Russell: "You called me?"

Russell nodded and said: "They came from Terra and passed by here on the way to Ultramar. I hope you can catch their boat and go to Macragge."

"What do you want me to do there?" Magnus was a little confused, and neither of them had any intention of asking the inquisitor for his opinion.

Russell smiled, and the maid Reva Galen, who had been waiting behind him, stepped forward respectfully because of his eyes, and carefully placed a crimson helmet bound by layers of black chains on the table.

"I want you to crown your brother," said the Star-Buster.