Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Besides that guy, there should be no other brother of mine who stays in Macragge."

Magnus crossed his chest with one hand and pinched his chin with the other hand. There was a glimmer of doubt in his one eye: "You want me to wear a crown for Robert Guilliman?——Put on this 'dominance' for him." Helm'? Are you sure?"

"Of course." Russell picked up Gray Feng's hand that was quietly wrapped around his waist and said, "I'm very sure."

Looking at the peaceful exchange between the two, Inquisitor Alex Pullman felt that the whole world in front of him was collapsing. The psyker behind him was shaking all over, and the third eye on his forehead was dripping with bright red blood. It was obvious that Magnus had never looked at him directly from the beginning, and the Wizard King just stood there and let He lost all will to fight.

Magnus, who is wearing a robe, looks gentle and elegant, with a deep temperament like a philosopher or writer with profound thoughts, but the burly and upright figure of the original body is reflected in the navigator's third eye, but A warp-twisted silhouette exuding ominous malice.

That was an evil being called the 'Red Devil', the Daemon Prince of Tzeentch, and... the son of the Emperor.

"How...is it possible..." The navigator knelt on his knees, blood dripping down the bridge of his nose.

According to the official records of the Human Empire, the Lord of Mankind and his nine loyal sons of God launched the Holy Great Crusade. The Emperor's army swept the galaxy, regained lost lands, and reunited the fragmented human civilization... As for those 9 All records of the fallen Primarch who betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium were erased. They have never existed in the history of the Empire.

Only those who have reached a certain level or have exceptionally outstanding abilities can possibly know the unknown true history. The Terran Inquisitor Alex and the elite backbone of the Navigator family are one of them.

The demonic figure reflected in the navigator's eyes turned his head slightly. Magnus's single eye saw through the inquisitor's robe and quietly touched the hand holding the sword at his waist. He said somewhat helplessly: "Are you sure you want me to take their boat? To Ultramar?"

Russell was a little confused: "Do you have any concerns?"

"They recognized who I was." Magnus said calmly: "I will be assassinated on the road."

Russell smiled: "Obviously I want to remind you not to kill them all."

"That's right." Magnus sighed softly: "The days of reading leisurely in the garden are over."

He picked up the helmet of command on the table with one hand. The crimson helmet was the color of blood, with two sharp long horns that were bent in ninety-eighteen degrees. The dark chains were wrapped around like thorns growing on an old tree stump.

This is the master of the Brass Fortress: the helmet worn by the Blood God Khorne. The dark thorn chains wrapped around it are the seals imposed by Russell with his own subspace essence. In Magnus's view, the seal imposed by Russell is actually more The helmet itself is even more ominous than that.

Magnus held the Helm of Command in one hand and walked out of the door, waving to everyone behind him: "It's time to go, everyone."

The next moment, the anger and hatred in Alex's eyes were extinguished.

Inquisitor Alex, the Navigator representative, the Technical Priest and everyone else stood up in unison with exactly the same movements and bowed to Russell. Then they completely ignored the fellow priests who died after their brains were removed, and followed Magnus out of the door in silence.

"What reason should we find to explain the dead missionary? Well... how about saying that we exchanged hostages?" Magnus thought as he walked towards the dock.

Gray Feng lay on Russell's body, put his snow-white chin on his shoulder, and whispered softly: "That man's spell is so terrifying."

"That's why I want to remind him not to kill all the people in the scout fleet." Russell said lightly: "Magnus is a demon. He has always been. To enslave human souls is not enough for a being like him. It’s as natural as breathing, so don’t be fooled by his disguised kindness.”

Gray Feng thought so.

After watching Magnus leave, Russell also stood up from the sofa and stretched: "Then, it's time for me to take action."

"Where are you going?" Gray Wind asked nervously.

"Go and randomly select a lucky webway to supervise the battle." Russell said as he walked out the door: "The Eldar have already blown up a branch of the webway due to the unfavorable battle situation. With the style of the Dark Eldar, there may be two. In order to protect Comoros, they will do whatever it takes. So I have to go there myself and save at least one usable branch..."

The Dark Eldar were really pushed into a hurry, and it was not impossible to blow up the entire Ophelia node.

"Then I'll leave this place to you, Gray Wind."

"Oh..." Gray Feng's whole body shuddered: "Come back soon."

When the Federation and the Dark Eldar were fiercely fighting for the Ophelia node, in the far north, in the Gothic Sector, located in the eastern part of the Obscurity Star Territory and close to the Ultimate Star Territory, there was an unknown asteroid A secret subspace rift quietly opened on the back.

An inconspicuous small boat drifted out of the crack and drifted with the current.

In the boat, a devout cardinal knelt down in front of a mummy and said respectfully: "We are here, Your Majesty, we have arrived in the Gothic sector."

The mummy had no words, but a strange feeling came over the cardinal, and he seemed to hear a vague voice: "Yes."

The bishop was overjoyed: "It is an honor to serve you, Your Majesty!"

"..."

"Your Majesty?" The bishop raised his head tentatively and quickly glanced at the mummy in front of him.

This mummy was once his colleague and a high-ranking bishop with devout faith in the Lord of Mankind. Together, they followed the 6th Expedition Fleet to the Maelstrom and destroyed the Word Bearers' demon base 'Gormek'. .

On a demonic world called 'Karen', his colleagues were inspired by the Emperor to lead the team deep into the underground rift valley to find Fabius Bayer hiding in it.

In the end, they returned successfully with the Encyclopedia of Organic Books and the body of Fabius Bayer, but the bishop who was inspired by the emperor had turned into a lifeless mummy, holding a piece of cloth in his arms. An evil magical weapon called the 'Ebony Claw'.

The souls of his former colleagues have returned to the Golden Throne, and now the body of this mummy is filled with the will of the Lord of Humanity.

Following the Emperor's guidance, he boarded a small ship with the sacred mummy and the evil Ebon Claw, started the engine without hesitation, and plunged into the warp. The small ship carried a living person and a dead person, drifting in the turbulent ether currents. When they returned to reality, they were already in the distant Gothic sector.

"What should I do next? Your Majesty, please give me guidance when I am lost." The bishop bowed his head and said.

"Wait." An illusory voice seemed to float from the top of the sky: "Wait for the 'Soul of Burning Steel' to find here. You have to hand over the ebony claws to a forbidden soldier wearing golden armor. The prophet beside him Will understand everything.”

"I obey your will, my supreme divine emperor." The bishop lowered his hands to the ground and kissed the upper part of the mummy.