Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

In the hazy star field with surging undercurrents, the imperial fortress of Cadia has just completed its rotation for a new week, and the planetary defense forces stationed there ushered in a new day in the morning light with a hint of purple.

Lord Primus, the supreme leader of the Cadian army, woke up and hurriedly washed up. Piles of government affairs were already backlogged in front of his desk, and the old wooden desk creaked and groaned under the load.

Forking a piece of bacon and stuffing it into his mouth, Lord Primus began to read today's things while eating breakfast, which was his habit for many years.

The private secretary in a leather jacket waited quietly, waiting to refill the lord's empty tea cup with hot fresh milk tea, or to take the completed documents out of the bedroom and office.

"There have been so many refugees and refugees in the past two years." Lord Primus swallowed a mouthful of food with his milk tea, stacked three parchment documents and pushed them aside: "Which batch is this? From each There are so many refugees flowing out of the world that they are crowding out normal commercial shipping lanes."

Even the fortress world of Cadia, which maintains permanent military martial law, has been affected by the flow of refugees. It is entirely conceivable what the situation is like in other star regions.

The secretary nodded in agreement and placed three important documents marked in red in front of the lord, asking him to take a look.

The content of the first document is: the capital of the Great Ultramar star field, the hometown of the Ultramarines, the home planet of the great 13th Primarch Robert Guilliman... Macragge is a member of a race called Tyranids. It was completely destroyed by the alien invasion. The Ultramarines are currently recuperating on the temporary capital of Konor, actively seeking help, and trying to regain the homeland of the original body.

Lord Primus paused while chewing the food, and his left hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. A few drops of hot milk tea splashed onto his wrist, burning his skin red, but he didn't notice it at all.

After a long time, he took a long breath and sighed softly: "After Baal, will there be Macragge again?"

The home worlds of the two founding Chapters fell, and the home worlds of the two Primarchs were destroyed. Such shocking news happened one after another, which was enough to set off an uproar throughout the Empire.

If it weren't for the fact that small storms had blown up more and more frequently in the Sea of ​​Souls in recent years, hindering the navigation of conventional ships in the subspace, these two important news might have spread throughout the galaxy, causing panic throughout the empire.

I never thought that one day I would be grateful to the subspace storm... Lord Primus smiled to himself, with a gloomy look on his face.

Even though news of the fall of Baal and Macragge had not yet spread to everyone due to the Warp Storm, panic was already spreading in the star realm surrounding these two worlds.

More and more people in the Empire have lost confidence in the ability of the Emperor's Angels of Death to protect their personal safety, which is the source of the refugee flow.

"The main source of the refugee flow is the Ultramar star field and the star field surrounding Baal, and there are three main destinations for these refugees." The secretary next to him said:

"First of all, Terra. Before the threat of aliens, a large number of people began to instinctively move towards the core of the empire, doing their best to get closer to the God-Emperor. This is the only way for devout believers to gain a sense of security."

"Then there is the Kerenna Sector. Although the subspace storm has hindered the spread of astrology and subspace navigation, the news of the return of the original body is still too heavy. In addition, Lord Ryan has been summoning the Dark Angels' sub-groups to report to the Klenna Sector in recent years. Assembling near the Eye of Terror to deal with the unbreakable defense line established by Abaddon the Despoiler in the Eye of Terror, the news of the return of the Dark Angels' original body still spread to a certain extent, and people in areas far away from Terra chose to go to Klenna Fan District, pray for the Primarch's protection."

"The last one is Falla." At this point, the secretary's voice became serious: "Many people chose to go to the Far Eastern Star Territory controlled by the Star Destroyer. They abandoned their faith in the Emperor and voluntarily gave up their rights as citizens of the Empire. identity, choose to seek asylum from the federal regime..."

Realizing that the secretary's tone seemed to have some resentment, Lord Primus smiled: "There is no need to be so hostile to ordinary people who choose to join the Star Bombers. When the 1st Expeditionary Fleet sails from the Eye of Terror, The year it came out, hadn't you and I already met the prophetess Alexei and the imperial guards around her?

She signed a contract with the Star Slinger in the name of the Emperor. Although Terra's attitude was pedantic, the existence of the Order of Truth was recognized by the Emperor himself. Then, those refugees heading to the Far Eastern Star Territory can hardly be called betrayal. They just... took another path. "

Willing to die for the empire? Or choose to try something new? It's hard to say which one is the better choice. Maybe there is no absolute right or wrong, it just varies from person to person.

Lord Primus thought so.

"You are disloyal."

"Ah?" The lord was stunned, turned around and saw the secretary pointing a sharp dagger at his chest.

"I suspect that your loyalty to the empire has wavered!" the secretary said righteously: "Lord, I have recorded every word you just said. I can't believe that as the supreme lord of Cadia, you actually Try to forgive and understand those unruly people who betray the faith of the God-Emperor!"

Lord Primus was speechless.

The secretary put down the dagger, bit her lower lip and left the bedroom quickly.

Watching her leave, Lord Primus slumped back in his chair in despair: Damn it, those crazy people from the Tribunal will probably be at the door soon.

The Inquisition was originally dissatisfied with Cadia's construction of the Star Gate, but now it was caught. Although ordinary Inquisitors can't do anything about it, it is foreseeable that what is coming is endless wrangling... …

"Star Bomber, you really hurt me..." Lord Primus groaned helplessly, sat upright again and started reading the next important document marked in red.

The contents of this document are:

[To - Your Excellency, Lord Cadia]

[I heard that there is a precious treasure in your fortress that was originally intended to be given to the star bomber. I am very curious about it. 】

[I am not boasting, but I have made some achievements in collecting. I have been committed to preserving people or things of great significance to the galaxy for a long time. Therefore, after learning the news that you have hidden a valuable treasure, I am really overjoyed. Unable to control himself, I entered your fortress uninvited and took a good look at the treasure. 】

[Originally, I only planned to see the true appearance of that valuable treasure, and not necessarily keep it as my own. However, during the process of playing with it, the preciousness, beauty, and rich historical heritage contained in it attracted me. My heart beat uncontrollably, and the feeling was so strong that it made every byte in my data center beat with excitement. 】

[I took away the treasure called the 'Transcription Instrument'. It will be best kept and closely guarded in my tomb. I am deeply sorry for this. 】

【——The Endless One: Trazin】

While Lord Primus was reading the letter, the beautiful secretary who had just walked out of the room tore off the biological skin covering her graceful figure, revealing the metal skeleton hidden underneath.