Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

In the ever-changing sea of ​​souls, the chaotic ocean currents have no fixed direction. This pure energy dimension filled with the emotions of intelligent creatures has never been stable or regular.

But generally speaking, the realm of subspace is roughly divided into owner-occupied lands by beings called gods, as follows:

The domain of the loving father, the garden of Nurgle, the black magic house hidden among the decaying shrubs and branches, in which Elsa, the mother goddess of the Eldar, is imprisoned.

The forest of crystals, the maze of Tzeentch, and the river of gold flow in this maze with 999 exits, and the bizarre reflections are filled with pure mathematical geometric figures.

Twisted circle, debauched wasteland, the Palace of Joy is located in the middle of the 6-story circle, where the Prince of Joy lives and indulges himself crazily day and night.

In addition, there are the nodes of the webway that are burned by the dark sun, the chaotic and undivided realm dominated by the turbulent currents, the dead nothingness that is completely drained by the void void, and there is more sea water every moment. Flow here from other places in the Sea of ​​Souls...

However, these are not the focus of Russell's attention. During this trip, he came to Cadia and physically approached the Eye of Terror, the largest subspace rift in the physical universe, in order to monitor the realm of Khorne.

Holding a cup of scalding milk tea in his hand, Russell stood on the balcony of Lord Primus's private fortress and looked up at the sky. The purple starry sky reflected in his eyes.

Thin psychic ripples flowed in Russell's pupils. With his subspace observation ability far stronger than any navigator, his sight passed through the Eye of Fear and scanned the endless tide of chaos in the Sea of ​​Souls.

Then he saw it.

On the red earth, hot brass merged into rivers, winding through mountains made of bones. The sky full of dark clouds was also dyed the color of blood, surging with emotions called anger.

The fortress made of brass stands in the center of the red scorched earth. This is the realm of Khorne. Countless warriors who believe in Khorne and bloodletters born from anger and murderous intent are constantly fighting, dying, and killing in this purgatory. Resurrection, continue to fight...dedicate more blood and more skulls to Him with heroic battles.

The God of Blood and Skulls sits high on the Brass Throne, overlooking the endless slaughter and war on the red earth, His eternal wrath.

But just like Nurgle's garden is more than just a garden, the battlefield of blood and fire is not all of the realm of Khorne. At the upper end of the red earth and the upper reaches of the Brass River, you can see rune factories with billowing smoke. , mines, farms.

It was a place where armor, battle axes and other equipment were produced for the warriors of Khorne. The wizards and psykers captured by the followers of the Blood God were shackled and imprisoned in the rune factory to work day after day.

Yes, Khorne's realm even has a place for his most hated mages and wizards.

"Huh? There are actually mages and wizards in the realm of Khorne?" A pretty girl with long silver hair came to Russell. By sharing his vision, Gray Wind also got a glimpse of the scene in the realm of Khorne.

Gray Wind was very puzzled: "Don't Khorne appreciate the brave warriors who fight the enemy openly and cut off their heads the most? I remember you said before that Khorne hates Tzeentch's heresy who plays with magic and tricks, and has no regard for wizards. You don’t want to see Liudu very much?”

Why is there a group of psionic mages in Khorne's realm? According to His way, shouldn’t they all be killed?

"Killing them all won't be enough. Khorne only appreciates upright duels and doesn't like conspiracy. It's not that he rejects psionic magic itself." Russell took a sip of hot milk tea and said:

"It's also a victory. You use a powerful sword with psychic energy to turn a million horses to chop off the enemy's head. Khorne will appreciate your bravery. But if you use magic to turn the enemy into a piglet, In the eyes of Khorne, that is an insult to the dignity of a warrior, and he will send dogs to bite you."

As he spoke, Russell pointed to the three-headed vicious dog lying obediently beside the brass throne, and said: "That dog is called the Flesh Hound. Legend has it that the loyal dog of the Blood God will hunt down every coward and opportunist forever. man of."

"You are also very opportunistic, aren't you?" Gray Feng stared at the corner of Russell's mouth and said.

"But Khorne didn't dare let the dog bite me." Russell smiled, with a milky milk stain on the corner of his mouth.

Gray Wind stood on tiptoes and approached Russell, stretched out a smooth and soft tongue to lick a drop of milk tea from the corner of his mouth, smacked his lips and then asked: "Khorne imprisoned a group of psychic mages and wizards in his own domain. What are you going to do?"

Russell looked around and saw no one else, so he said, "Make equipment."

"Khorne hates witchcraft and magic, but in this universe, witchcraft and magic are objective and unavoidable, so Khorne will give the warriors he admires armor and weapons with war runes and Khorne's blessing. These weapons and equipment often have powerful strength, high spell resistance, some special blessings and can even make the wearer immune to certain types of magic... These equipment are all produced from the rune factories in the realm of Khorne."

The followers of Khorne and the demons under the Blood God will capture psykers and wizards and send them to the Blood God's domain to create armor and weapons with various effects for the Blood God's warriors.

Russell took another sip of milk tea in the cup and continued: "Did you see the collar on the neck of the flesh hound? Every flesh hound will wear a collar with the blessing of the blood god, which makes them immune to most spells. effect, so sometimes some brave warriors will wear trophy dog ​​collars on themselves after killing flesh hounds..."

Gray Wind rolled his eyes in disgust.

"But those rune factories are not in operation now?" Gray Wind said again: "Look, the upper reaches of the Brass River has stopped flowing, and the black smoke coming out of the factory is also very thin. It doesn't look like it is running for... It looks like berserkers from all over the galaxy are working overtime to build their armor.”

"Because Khorne can no longer completely dominate the 'war'." Russell raised his head and drank all the milk tea in the cup, and said: "Let me teach you something, Gray Wind."

Gray Feng quickly cheered up and listened carefully.

“The army is a dog on a chain called a supply line.”

Russell gently placed the empty cup in Gray Wind's soft palm. He said: "Logistics supply is the most important component of a war, and now the authority of the war has been shattered, and Khorne has lost its control. Under the control of the Rune Factory, he can no longer enslave mages and psykers to produce various powerful enchanted equipment for his warriors."

Gray Feng lowered his head and licked the wet cup wall, looking at Russell's side face with moist eyes: "Then who holds the broken authority related to war logistics now?"

"Lord of War—Robert Guilliman."