Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The core body of Blackstone Fortress is a huge black cube. Its material is like rock and metal. It is extremely hard and cannot be destroyed by existing human means. Four huge 'ridges' extend out from the core of the black stone. It looks like a cross the size of a planet, lying flat and spinning in space.

There are 6 sleeping fortresses like this in the Gothic Sector.

After mooring Bishop Senedal's boat into the side of the Valkyrie, the senior officers of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet welcomed the mummy holding the Ebony Claw into the Burning Steel Soul with the highest standards of etiquette. ’s chapel, placed beneath the statue of the Emperor of Mankind.

The body of the mummy was covered in a gorgeous ceremonial robe decorated with a large number of gold threads and gems. The dried flesh and blood adhered tightly to the surface of the skeleton, revealing the shape of the skull. However, the expression on the face of the deceased was unusually peaceful. I think this mummy must have been like this during his lifetime. Bathed in the warm radiance of the Lord of Mankind and passed away forever.

"If I pass away in the future, will I return to the arms of the God Emperor like him?" Alexey stood under the mummy of the holy skeleton and murmured in his heart.

However, in the arms of the holy saint's corpse, there is a dark arm exuding evil breath tightly, and the flames of chaos are burning between the ominous claws. That is the demon world of the 6th Expedition Fleet in the maelstrom, Karen Obtained from the depths of the Star', an evil magic weapon corroded by the power of chaos - the 'Ebony Claw', has the strange power to manipulate people's hearts.

"The Ebony Claw itself is not evil. It is the key to activate the Blackstone Fortress, nothing more. The power to confuse people is just because it has been influenced by Chaos for too long..." The Forbidden Army wearing the golden armor, Bra Mimond took off his helmet and looked at the priests kneeling behind him.

"Start the purification ceremony, adjust the course immediately, and go to activate the Blackstone Fortress." Bramimond said.

Thousands of ships dappled the light of the stars, and the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the Gothic Fleet coordinated with each other to turn in space. The curvature of time and space that had just calmed down was dominated by the biological engine in the Valkyrie's body, and her vision began to become distorted.

Circles of graceful gravitational ripples quietly spread out in this deserted galaxy that no one cared about, and drifted far and wide in the war-torn galaxy along with the hymns in praise of the Emperor sung by priests and nuns in unison.

The melodious voice passed through the curtain between reality and reality, riding on the turbulent ether currents that sank and rose again, drifting to the distant Kerenna sector and passed into the deep boulders.

In the center of the hall of the Stone Fortress, Lion King Lion El Jonson, wearing the armor of the Baptist, was sitting on the Throne of Swords and taking a nap.

"Father, regarding the recent movements of the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Terror..."

A Chapter Chaplain walked into the hall with hurried steps. Just as he was about to speak, he was silenced by another adjutant waiting under the Throne of Swords.

"Shhh - father is asleep." The original adjutant put a finger in front of his lips and said in a low voice: "Perhaps the recent heavy tasks of integrating the inner ring and various sub-groups have made my father too tired, or maybe it was plundering. "Abaddon's recent movements are really worrying..."

The priest closed his mouth after hearing this, and both of them cast their gazes on the sleeping lion on the throne. Looking at his long gray hair and beard and the wrinkles around his eyes, guilt arose in his heart.

"If it weren't for our incompetence, how could my father have worked so hard..."

In the silent fortress hall, there was only the slight breathing of the original body and the low sobs of the Dark Angels.

But Ryan did not hear the sobs of his descendants. A melodious hymn pulled his consciousness and soul across a distance that could not be measured in light years, and came to an extremely remote place.

Ryan opened his eyes in a haze and saw a forest filled with miasma. Dense shrubs blocked his path, and tall trees blocked the sky above his head.

"This is..." Looking at the familiar environment around him, Ryan felt a strange feeling in his heart: "This is Caliban?"

The thick primeval forest around him was still the same as when Ryan was a child, but he knew in his heart that as early as the Great Crusade before the Horus Heresy, the Caliban Forest taken over by the Empire had been cut down by the Adeptus Mechanicus. .

Lion returned to the First Legion, Caliban surrendered to the Emperor of Mankind, and was transformed from a jungle planet with a prevalent knight culture into an advanced base for the Great Crusade.

"Did I dream about Caliban from before?"

Ryan felt a faint feeling of pain in his heart. Following the memories of the past, the young lion walked through the miasma, stepped over the bushes, and reached the end of the jungle.

He pushed aside the green thorns with his hands, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

A deep lake was like a gemstone embedded in the misty deep forest, reflecting the bright starry sky above the head, which was exceptionally beautiful. Only then did Ryan realize that it was already midnight.

He came to the lake and looked around, and the dense fog gradually dissipated.

A rickety figure sat lonely on the shore of the lake, which was as white as snow. His back was so desolate, as if he had been sitting there a long time ago, without moving.

"Who are you!"

Ryan, who has rich experience in chaos, is extremely vigilant. He clearly understands that there are many strange things about the scene in front of him, which is very similar to the descriptions of cult victims who were dragged into nightmares by the power of chaos.

But he didn't expect that the Evil God of Chaos would actually use Caliban and the hometown he could never return to to seduce him...

Ryan stared intently at the rickety figure sitting on the shore of the lake, clenching his teeth and making a rattling sound, like a house cat with exploded fur.

"Ryan, my best child..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the unfamiliar figure, so familiar that it brought tears to Ryan's eyes.

"Father... no, you are not him, you are not him! My father never said that I was his most beloved child. You are not him, and you are definitely not him..." Ryan was furious and broke off a dry branch as a weapon. He stood in front of him, glaring angrily at the rickety figure who dared to impersonate his father, the Emperor.

The figure froze for a moment and stopped talking.

There was deathly silence next to the lake that reflected the stars in the sky. Ryan held the branch in his hand tightly, and his fierce eyes swept over the man, like a cat examining its prey to find the opportunity to hunt.

Suddenly, he found a dark wooden stick leaning against the rickety old man. One end was stuck in the ground, and the other extended toward the lake. A transparent silk thread was tied to the end, and it fell slowly into the water.

It turns out He was fishing here.

"Children's excellence is not always directly proportional to their parents' favor."

The rickety old man who was sitting by the lake fishing was silent for a long time before he managed to say this.

Ryan suddenly became furious.

He was about to scold this arrogant person not to provoke him with the relationship between him and the emperor's father, but suddenly, the dark fishing rod shook violently.

Wow————

The trembling fishing line shattered the stars in the lake, and the light was fragmented. The night sky in the lake disappeared, replaced by an old planet covered with rust, which was reflected on the lake.

"Terra..." Ryan recognized this ancient planet that was once called Earth at a glance.

But suddenly, the scene in the lake changed. One after another, fully armed military ships sailed into the sky of Terra, and black stone fortresses with eight edges and corners dominated the ancient mother planet of mankind.

Ryan was shocked to see the warriors of the Imperial Fists being stripped of their armor, captured, and taken into black cells. The huge fortress Monastery Phalanx was tightly suppressed and locked by multiple black stone fortresses. Countless ships of the Solar System Defense Fleet were sunk. number.

The Imperial Guards were running around the palace, placing the old heads of human officials under the steps of the Golden Throne. The sounds of fighting, roaring, shouting...all kinds of repressed emotions overwhelmed Terra. Everyone is in danger, just like...

Just like ten thousand years ago.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and the flames of war over Terra were extinguished.

A ship that made Ryan feel familiar and nostalgic slowly sailed into the lake. It was the flagship of the Ultramarines, the ancient Glory Queen-class battleship: Macragge's Glory.

A burly giant wearing blue and gold armor stepped off the Macragge's Glory and entered the splendid Imperial Senate Hall. He wears a crimson helmet entwined with black thorns on his head, and holds an Emperor's Sword burning with blazing flames in his hand. He is majestic and has a graceful pace.

On the shore of the lake, the fishing line tied to the end of the fishing rod trembled slightly. The rickety old man stared at the war and peace reflected in the lake and said slowly:

"Guilliman, my son... He is a model person who suppresses anger with reason. He is also a child of war who makes blood rush to his brain."

"In the near future, his brothers will crown him with the Crown of Dominion."

"He will be - the King of War."

The corners of Ryan's eyes twitched slightly: "Didn't you say that I am your best child?"

"The excellence of a child is not always directly proportional to the love of his parents." said the old man fishing.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and threw the branch in his hand into the lake: "Father, it's really you."

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Volume Three, Lord of War.

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