Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The cracking beams emitted by the two black stone fortresses gradually extinguished, the corners of the cross rotated and closed, and the black spiers that were broken into two parts loomed in the distance.

Weapons such as physical shells, plasma, and laser beams were continuously projected onto the spire, but to no avail.

The spiers carved with blasphemous art drifted across the open space in the galaxy, driven by psychic power, towards the direction of Darnak Prime. No matter what weapons Guilliman's fleet used or how much firepower they threw, they could not attack it. The Eldar structure inflicted no damage, its advance unstoppable, with only the cracks and gully scars on the tower serving as reminders to the human sailors. This thing is not an illusion.

They are getting closer.

In the command post in the cabin of Macragge's Glory, Guilliman's eyes were filled with anger.

He sat on a large mechanical throne inlaid with four servo skulls, one on the left, one on the right, one on the top and one behind. He listened to the attack reports from various parts of the fleet, and stared at the increasingly larger black spire in the field of vision in front of him, feeling an unknown fire in his heart.

He felt anger, unparalleled anger. He saw hundreds of torpedoes drowning in space without achieving any results. This feeling of punching his fist in the water made Guilliman particularly irritated. He was about to lose his patience. .

As if resonating with Guilliman's anger, a dark claw placed on the desk buzzed and trembled. This is a former Chaos artifact purified by the Emperor's Living Saint: the Ebony Claw. Before being corrupted into a Chaos evil by the power of Tzeentch, the Ebony Claw was an ancient technological relic whose origin cannot be traced.

It is precisely because of holding the artifact-the Ebon Claw that Guilliman can firmly hold the control of the Blackstone Fortress in his palm.

But at present, it seems that the Blackstone Fortress, which has been so hyped by the technical sages, is of no use at all. It can't even scratch the Eldar's buildings.

"Let the great astropath 'Ajelic' come to see me." Guilliman said to the adjutant accompanying the throne behind: "The Dark Eldar are suspected of using some evil witchcraft to invalidate our attack. , I need psychic masters who have studied the culture and technology of the Eldar to come up with countermeasures for the current situation."

…

"adjutant?"

Guilliman's voice received no response.

There was dead silence in the headquarters, with only the ticking sound of data in electronic equipment stirring the almost solid air.

A faint smell of blood drifted over from the door. Along with the sound of the sound, Guilliman responded. A head wrapped in a blue and gold helmet rolled in from the door, and blood dripped from the cross section of the neck. .

That was the sword master of the Primarch Guard.

Guilliman subconsciously pulled out the Emperor's Sword from his waist, and the blazing flames rose up, scorching the air in the cabin. He rushed out the door in one stride, only to see bodies and bodies. The headless corpse wearing finely crafted power armor collapsed against the wall. The sword masters of the Honor Guard didn't even have a single unnecessary wound on their body, and their death method was unified by a single blow to the owl's head.

In the bloody corridors, Guilliman did not find the murderer of his own guard.

"Like when you destroyed the reconnaissance team, are you hiding?"

"But how did the enemy get inside the Macragge's Glory?"

"Even Macragge's Glory has been invaded. I'm afraid other battleships..."

An ominous premonition lingered in Guilliman's heart. He tried to analyze the current situation rationally and react as before, but the unparalleled anger burned in his brain, making Guilliman unable to calm down. The Emperor's Sword buzzed and trembled, almost flying out of his hand.

"No, this won't work. I can't be carried away by anger. I have to calm down, calm down... I have to calm down..."

Guilliman held onto the wall with one hand and clutched the hilt of the Emperor's Sword tightly with the other hand. He murmured and repeated: "Calm down, calm down, Robert Guilliman..."

But the anger in his heart did not diminish at all, and the burning anger dyed his vision into violent scarlet.

In extreme anger, Guilliman saw a manic power rushing through his blood vessels. The original body saw tall and slender dark shadows hiding in the corners and ceiling of the command room. They were covered with spiritual clothes. The relic cloak that can hide the effects of spells suppresses the breath of the soul to the extreme. The staff and sharp blade in the hands of an Eldar war wizard long for the blood of the original body.

——I actually saw through the Eldar’s psychic invisibility spell without any help from a think tank or mage?

Such doubts only flashed through Guilliman's mind for a brief moment. The next moment, anger completely swallowed up his reason. Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and his burly body was like a cannonball. It burst out, and the bloody divine power gathered on the fist.

"A million fucking psychic powers! Ultimate blasting punch! Alien! Just die!"

How can it be? This was the only thought of the Eldar War Witch hiding in the corner. In the next microsecond, its head exploded like a watermelon hit by a missile.

Even the elite warriors of the Eldar, who are said to be perfect creatures, are powerless to fight back against a violent Primarch.

The brains of the Eldar war wizard flowed on Guilliman's power fist. After killing an alien scum, he did not pause at all. The Emperor's Sword flew out of his hand and killed another Eldar assassin who was clinging to the ceiling. Pierced with plates cast from plastic steel, Guilliman picked up a headless corpse covered in an invisibility cloak and charged towards the remaining assassins with a roar.

"Dirty aliens! Despicable things! I will kill you all! I will kill you all!!!"

The deadly poison curses, psychic lightning, and flames recited by the War Witch continued to bombard the berserk original body, but Guilliman was not affected in any way and did not react in any way. He just continued to rage and kill. , killing all the Eldar assassins in the command room and the Extreme Guards who came to rescue them.

When Guilliman finally woke up, the Emperor's Sword in his hand was inserted into the chest of an Ultramarines Shield Captain, and the golden flame went out.

Dripping blood rolled off the original body. The broken corpses in the headquarters and the tangy blood made Guilliman's figure look particularly violent, like a bloodthirsty demon crawling out of the abyss of purgatory.

The Shield Captain, whose chest was pierced by the Emperor's Sword, was dying. His blurred eyes managed to open, staring at Guilliman's blood-stained body.

"I'm sorry, father, we failed to fulfill our duty to protect you. We came too late..."

The machine spirit of the Macragge's Glory fell silent, and outside the portholes, the explosions of fire lit up one after another. They were the plasma reactors being detonated one after another on the Imperial warship.

The Gothic Fleet burns in space.