Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Russell's logic is very simple and simple, but very practical:

Since the death of the orcs will cause Chaos to lose control and balance, then clean up Chaos first and then kill the greenskins.

The projection of his consciousness in the subspace is a void of nothingness, hanging in the sky higher than the supreme sky, endlessly siphoning the water of the sea of ​​souls. The image is somewhat similar to the mythical Guixu, and its impact on the soul The extraction and pulling nature of the power reminded Russell of the ether phase engine built by the Human Federation.

Simply put, it's a psychic water pump.

The continuous psychic siphon effect sucked away all the smelly Nurgle pollution, and Bao, who was rooted in the flesh and blood of the orc warlord, was also purified. Although the body made of wooden roots appeared scarred, it was already covered with scars. No dirt whatsoever.

Then just kill the orc warlord who is dying on the throne, and the orc war will be over.

So Russell raised the Huntress' Blade.

"It must be quick."

There are still a large number of greenskins surviving on the surface of the battle moon and the orbital battlefield. Gray Wind is struggling to support the two battlefields. With the waaagh!!! energy blessing of the greenskins gathered together, the damage caused by Chaos to the Orc Warlord is quickly reduced. will recover.

"It must be quick."

The Hive Fleet is drifting towards Falla in the darkness. The shadow of the Hive Will is about to fall. He must end things here as soon as possible to free up his hands to deal with more urgent crises.

"It must be fast... it must be fast..."

It was as if a voice was whispering in Russell's ear, urging him to stab the fatal blade. In a daze, it seemed as if the flow of time had slowed down.

The Astartes monks scattered in the throne room watched this scene in silence. Chapter Master Milak was also silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the long knife in Russell's hand, seeming to be waiting for the final result. .

The psychic mist covering Russell's facial features slowly squirmed, and no one saw him smiling under the mist.

The huntress blade in Russell's hand stabbed down suddenly, but it did not penetrate the orc warlord's head like its original trajectory. Instead, it cut horizontally into the gap between Bao and the orc warlord.

The blade entwined with the psychic decomposition force field quickly and neatly cut off all the dense roots that had penetrated deeply into the body of the orc warlord.

Then, a huge repulsive force burst out with Russell's body as the center, knocking Bao, whose roots were cut off, far away from the Iron Throne. His limp body collapsed on the ground, making people think of soft bodies such as octopus or squid. It is an animal, but in the "belly" of this soft humanoid creature, there is a strange and ferocious human face.

This face has a big mouth full of fangs, showing an exaggerated and honest smile, and playfully spits out a question: "How did you discover me?"

"I just want to ask you how you survived..." Russell inserted the Huntress's Blade on the Iron Throne, like a knife into a cake: "You are hidden very deep, and even the slightest psychic fluctuation can't be detected." No, other psychics might have been deceived by you, but I wouldn't, because..."

Then, he said softly: "...Because technically, I am not a psyker."

Russell's reaction was dull, but others present were not, especially the four think tanks in the commando team. They knew better than anyone what this face growing on the abdomen meant.

"Bao is possessed by a demon!"

Before he could finish his words, more than a dozen bolt guns fired at the same time. Raindrop-like bombs poured towards the strange human figure that was slumped on the ground, triggering a series of violent explosions, followed by the psychic spells of the think tanks. At the same time, Sister Silence was already holding her two-handed sword, and with the cover of the volley of explosive bombs and the magic of the think tank, she rushed in front of the demon with extremely agility.

She raised the sword with both hands above her head. Facing the exaggerated smiling face that looked slightly honest, her heart was unwavering. Only the anger she wanted to vent ignited the blade in her hand, and she slashed at the dirty people with lightning speed. of devil.

In the name of the Emperor...

This is an extremely powerful slash. Under the influence of Sister Silence as an untouchable, even demons will become weak due to the disconnection from the subspace, unable to resist and die tragically under the sword.

Amazing reaction speed, impeccable tactical choices, perfect tacit cooperation, and a fighting will that is not afraid of death.

Russell learned the combat skills of Emperor's Claw and Death Angel today.

Unfortunately, not all powerful enemies can be defeated with combat proficiency.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly, like an outsider, watching the outcome of this female warrior loyal to the emperor with cold eyes.

However, in fact, it's not that he doesn't want to take action, but that he can't.

Because the real enemy Russell has to face is not Bao, but Nurgle himself.

Driven by rage, the sword blade penetrated deeply into that ferocious and evil face, and the hard steel cut through the soft tissue smoothly.

But the face that was cut open was still smiling, grinning and letting out a muddy laugh:

"Father loves me, your anger burns in vain, but it can only ignite yourself; your struggle is meaningless, and you are constantly losing while you are alive, because father loves me...father loves me..."

The giant mouth full of fangs kept opening and closing in laughter, and blasphemous mantras floated out of the mouth along with the foul-smelling poisonous mist. The throne room that had just been decomposed and purified by the "hollow" fell into the subspace again in a very short time. Under the influence, turbid mucus dripped to the ground.

A slimy long tongue protruded from the slit in Bao's abdomen, wrapped around the sword like a python, and climbed along the blade to Sister Silence's wrist. The foul-smelling saliva corroded the golden armor wrapped around the arm. No light.

At this point, it was too late to let go, abandon the sword and retreat.

The devil's long tongue wrapped around the nun's arm and crawled up. The tip of the tongue penetrated through the weak points of the body joints, penetrated her chest, and then stretched out from the back. He flexibly strangled her neck, removed the helmet, and opened the Protective skull.

Suddenly, sweet blood soaked the devil's tongue.

"Why...why..." Sister Silence's eyes were full of shock, and she swallowed the last words of her life with regret, which was also the first words of her life.

Bao thirsted for the blood of the untouchable, and its root-like limbs were filled with abundant subspace energy. Its head quickly became bloated and bulky, and it staggered up from the ground. The face on its head and the flesh on its belly The faces all laughed together, as if provoking:

"Father loves me..."

But while it stretched out its long tongue to kill the Silent Sisters, the four think tanks took out their daggers without hesitation. The short blades blessed with psychic energy pierced the ceramite armor, went straight into the chest, and easily shattered their own hearts.

The thick blood of the Astartes slowly slid down the dagger, and the broken heart flowed out of the chest due to this bloody ritual, staining the black power armor of the Fire of Penance Chapter with a pool of violent bright red. Four Around Think Tank's body, a scarlet and bloodthirsty violent aura spread like water waves.

At the cost of sacrificing a heart, they launched a forbidden subspace spell called "Corrupted Heart" to ask for the tyrannical power of the evil god.

The four bloody think tanks closed the copy of the "Emperor's Holy Words" decorated with golden skulls, and then picked up the swords and power hammers. They transformed from calm and wise scholars into brutal and savage monsters, roaring and pounced on Bao possessed by a demon.