Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Reva Galen moved in front of Russell, holding onto the spear while resisting the extreme fear of her soul slipping towards the abyss. She was ready to fight in close combat with the Dark Eldar warriors who came to attack her master, but her body was still there. Shivering unsatisfactorily, the tight thigh tendons spasmed slightly intermittently.

"Relax, no one will come." Russell patted her trembling shoulder: "Let's go in."

Reva Galen tried to open his mouth to remind Russell to pay attention to safety, but nothing came out.

But Russell had no intention of stopping and waiting for her, so Reeva Galen had no choice but to follow him tightly, past the paralyzed security system, and walked into the interior of the fortress.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a withered figure wearing very little cloth, holding a sharp knife and rushing towards him.

"Master, be careful!"

"wait--"

Just as Russell was about to speak out, before he could react, Reva Galen knocked him into the corner. A bit of cold light came first, and then the spear came out like a dragon. Before Russell could get up from the corner, the tip of the spear in her hand was already It pierced the throat of the withered figure.

"Master, are you okay? No...hey?"

After doing this, Reva Galen discovered that the withered figure whose throat had been pierced by him was still frozen in place, with only an expression of fear on his withered face.

This guy is long dead.

The interior of the fortress where the energy system was completely paralyzed was dark, but with the help of the night vision function of the helmet, Reva Galen saw that in front of the empty field of vision stood dry and slender bodies, as lifeless as the woods in the dry season. Their flesh and blood were withered and their expressions were ferocious, as if their souls had been drained by evil gods. The dry skin cracked in the air, making a crisp crackling sound.

Click, click...

The soulless corpses of the Eldar collapsed one by one before Reva Galen.

"It's a pity. Capturing and burning these guys can produce a lot of turbid dust." Russell stood up from the corner with support on his waist and patted the dust on his body: "Don't worry, Reva Galen, there are no other people in this fortress except There is no living life outside of you and me, and the spiritual bone machine driven by spiritual energy has also been paralyzed, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Seeing that Reva Galen didn't respond, Russell held onto the wall to rest for a while and continued:

"The Eldar who inherited the mantle of the ancient saint have made extraordinary achievements in many subspace-related fields such as soul engineering and future observation. However, in-depth research on the soul and subspace is not only a manifestation of the strength of the Eldar empire, but also a reflection of the spiritual power. The shackles of the clan.”

"The subspace is the mirror of the real universe, reflecting the emotions and souls of living things. All life with a soul is connected to that abyss-like dimension, it's just the degree of connection. Any life with soul leaves the subspace. To perish."

"Among all the races in the current universe, the Eldar are undoubtedly the ones with the deepest relationship with the subspace. This means that once there is a field like the Necron's Exorcist Dead Realm, digging in the real universe will If you create a hole that is completely isolated from the subspace, then in this hole... the Eldar will die faster than any other creature."

Slaughtering the Eldar, the Necrons are experts.

"Um...Riva Galen? Are you listening?" Russell looked at the Eldar girl standing there holding the spear with some confusion. She didn't react in any way to what he said, and her body was like a piece of wood. It was just as stiff, with only the waist and hips spasming unnaturally.

"Pee, peed..."

"Oh, I'm scared to death." Russell spread his hands, spread them out at the corner of this network branch and disappeared immediately.

Reva Galen finally recovered from his fear, collapsed on the ground, covered his face and cried.

"You cry slowly, I'll go inside and take a look." Russell walked past Reva Galen, who had lost the ability to take care of himself, passed through the forest of soulless corpses in front, and went deeper into the fortress.

After passing through the side hall and walking up three flights of stairs, Russell came to the main hall that he had predicted before. Large narrative reliefs were carved on the six walls around the main hall, and the weight and vastness of history came to his face.

This mobile building should perhaps be called a palace of art rather than a war fortress. The entire fortress reveals a sense of exquisite design from the decorative pillars to the energy-guiding pipelines hidden in the walls. Every detail is as exquisite as a work of art, or the entire fortress itself is a huge work of art.

Russell seemed to see a dark Eldar sitting in front of him with his legs crossed, raising his head and saying something: Our old Ada's father is my father, and the mobile fortress used for war must also pay attention to its beauty, to show the enemy that we are a paradise. The elegant sentiment and artistic pursuit of the winner of the battle...

"I don't know." Russell shook his head and came to the center of the art hall.

An aging Eldar wearing a soft gray robe was standing there, holding a turbid crystal ball in his skinny hands like birch branches. His face was full of piety and fanaticism, and death had frozen its expression at this moment.

Was it just planning to blow up the web channel with this thing? Russell took a closer look and saw that the inside of the crystal ball was turbid, like a bowl of sewage that came from nowhere. The two palms, ten fingers, flesh and bones of the aging Eldar were completely integrated with this turbid crystal ball. , regardless of each other.

"An evil thing." Russell thought for a moment, then took the old spirit tribe's withered arm and broke it with a click.

But just as he took off the crystal ball together with the two severed hands, the filth in the crystal ball began to flow.

The turbid filth flowed inside the sphere and converged into a blurry face. The cold eyes were devoid of any emotions of the living, making Russell feel like he was looking at a corpse.

"Despicable oathbreaker..." The blurred face made a muddy voice.

Russell raised a middle finger: "Loan sharks are not qualified to accuse old people."

The flow of sewage in the crystal ball paused, and then the blurred face continued to say: "You will pay the price eventually."

"Crawl." Russell's palms exerted slight force, and fine cracks suddenly covered the entire crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the blurred face was slightly distorted. He groaned and screamed: "The reckoning will surely come -"

Russell turned a deaf ear to his threats, and a dark crack opened in his palm, draining the turbid crystal ball into debris on the ground, leaving only a gloomy sentence: "I will liquidate you, I will devour you...Breaking the oath Otherwise, your fate is already determined."

"It's up to you, just don't call and harass my wife to collect the money." Russell tossed up the remains of the crystal ball and turned around to leave.

As he walked, Russell thought: "Is this considered a joint debt of the couple?"

Less than 30 seconds after he walked out of the hall, swarms of drones swarmed in, swarming the inside of the fortress.

Russell returned to the side hall at the entrance and picked up Reva Galen who was lying on the ground and leaking urine: "There is no time to change clothes. This branch has been opened. Let's go and take down Ophelia's node in one go."

According to the tone of The End of Reincarnation, the Dark Eldar may already be blowing up nodes now.