Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The orbiting ring of Valrhona's main star is busy and busy, and the main roads are busy with traffic. The raw minerals mined from the planet's underground are refined in the ground forge and then directly sent to the domed ring base through the space elevator for supply to operate at full speed. Valrhona Orbital Dock.

The historic Valrhona Deep Rock Mine has been abandoned since the Serenity Black Realm's material decompressor came online. Hundreds of years later, the mine was closed until the fanatics descended on Falla and Fulgrim invaded the Far East. Only then did the mottled strata beneath the hive city record the long history of blood and tears of countless slaves during the reign of the Human Empire finally come to light.

It's just that this time, the ones who dig deep into the dark underground to dig up mineral deposits are no longer the Mechanicus slaves who have no clothes to wear, no food to eat, and have endured the pain of rejection of prosthetic bodies for many years, but machines wearing fully enclosed mobile armor. division. One after another, giant construction machinery drilled into the ground like earthworms, digging out the raw materials for building war machines layer by layer. The people of Valrhona no longer had to endure the harsh environment and rejection of prosthetic bodies deep underground, and used their own His hands were digging for ore that was hot due to the magma.

But this is not because the mechanical monks of the Mechanical Department of the Order of Truth are so kind and humane, it is simply because it is faster to dig with machines.

The Human Federation is a very young regime. It has only been about 300 years since its establishment. Today, there are still some ancestors of the Empire who rely on prosthetic transformation or consciousness backup to extend their lives to this day. When the Emperor The battleship of the Emperor's Son was in the sky. When they realized that the war was coming, their first reaction was to pick up the excavation equipment and rush to the closed deep rock mine, or put on protective clothing and go to the furnace, hoping to provide some supply to the troops fighting on the front line. A little logistical help, that's all most people of that era would have done.

But the steps of this group of old people were blocked by the torrent of steel driven by the Machinery Department. The young mechanics stood on the top of the giant machine and said disgustedly. What's wrong with you? The old-fashioned excavation prosthetics produced by Musbell in the forging world should stay in the memorial hall. Or in a garbage decomposition site, where a 'digger' python gnaws the ore dug out of the rock formations. It would take you two thousand years to catch up with the antique thing in your hand.

The young mechanic has no sympathy for the confusion of the old people in the imperial era. Times are always changing, and there will always be people who can't make it. Everyone is moving forward, and no one will wait for you where you are.

With the operation of Engineering Group No. H274 under the Mechanical Department, a steady stream of refined minerals was sent to the space elevator and transported to the orbital dock of the Star Ring Base to supply the huge consumption of building war starships.

The efficiency of mechanized mining of planets is very high, but it is still not as violent as the direct decompression of black holes by material decompressors to plunder resources. The H274 engineering team also tries their best to ensure that the orbital shipyards will not be embarrassed to shut down due to shortage of raw materials.

This is by no means because of their poor mining capabilities, but because the engineering team in the shipyard consumes resources too fast. These guys directly turn on the time accelerator to build ships, not caring about the impact of such behavior from an objective cosmic perspective. Shorten your lifespan.

The Valrhona Star Ring turned around once, and another batch of starships left the dock and were sent to the starport for refitting.

"Batch Z0014, a total of 1,024 'Deterrence' class frigates are fully prepared. There are no missing items. Please accept them immediately." The tired voice of the engineer responsible for escorting the ships sounded at the star port terminal. Ling was explaining safety precautions to the reserve navy soldiers. The non-commissioned officers were a little surprised.

"Why did you come so early?" the sergeant asked suspiciously: "I just asked the magician from the Department of Psychics to do a fortune telling the day before yesterday. He said that the batch of Z0014 ships will take 8 days to complete. It has only been a week now. , why are you here?"

The sergeant's meaning is obvious. The deterrent-class battleship is already simple enough. You guys won't cut corners further just to keep up with the project progress.

The engineer representative snorted disdainfully: "The magician's calculations are quite accurate. Yes, I will build these ships tomorrow!"

The navy sergeant sighed when he heard this, and said in an indifferent tone: "You are still young, so don't use the time machine to earn your life. You can earn performance anytime you want. There is no need to..."

"You can only do things like krypton life when you are young. When you get older, you will have no chance to make krypton life." The engineer representative shook his head: "If there is no problem, hurry up and sign for it. I have to go back to supervise the construction of the Z0015 batch of cruisers."

As soon as the sergeant signed for it, the engineer over there disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, after normal ship inspections, preparations, and refilling of materials for the dark matter reactor, the 1,024 frigates were divided into three killing formations and flew out of Favna's orbital ring, rushing into the subspace with the speed of a furious swarm. The scope of influence of the vortex is a battle with the bizarre subspace phantom.

The power of Slaanesh continued to overflow from the vortex, and the pressure of the evil god continued to distort reality. The combat power of the Federation Navy was greatly suppressed by this divine power, but their ship-to-sea offensive showed no sign of weakness. Flying in the turbulent etheric currents, the pure dust in the sky is burning, and the screams of demons and chaos traitors are so sweet.

A steady stream of battleships were added to the front line. Every time a deterrent-class frigate was torn apart by demons in the tide of the Sea of ​​Souls, at least three starships were newly shipped from the factory at the same time in the Star Ring Base behind. It was a long-term stalemate. Under the circumstances, this chaotic invasion controlled by the power of Slaanesh failed to gain any advantage, and even the subspace vortex that conveyed the will of the evil god seemed to be shrinking.

call out--

Another beam of phase disintegration beam streaked through the void. The Great Secret Keeper who led the Color Evil Demon Army had forgotten how many times it had been bombarded to death by naval cannons. Ever since it set foot in the real universe, its memory has only been of constant battles and battles. , death death and death.

It was bombed to death by the crazy human navy at all costs time and time again. It was resurrected by the Lord of Joy and sent to the battlefield again. Every death of the Great Demon of Slaanesh was a great glory written by the Secretary of the People's League. Countless People are doing things one after another, and their lives are ruined.

Daemons can be resurrected, Chaos Traitors cannot.

After the bombing of their flagship, the Emperor's Children lost more than half of their forces in the first battle with the Federation Navy, and were driven deep into the circle of the demonic domain of Slaanesh like a lost dog. Only a few fully embraced Slaanesh's ascension to become a demon prince. Only special Astartes have the ability to resurrect like warp demons, and others are dead when they die.

Seeing the Demon Legion of Slaanesh, which once symbolized despair, being pinned to the ground and beaten literally to death by the navy of the Human Federation, even Fulgrim himself, who started this war, did not expect that the intensity of this war would be so intense. So huge.

Fortunately, with the support of the evil god himself, Slaanesh's demon army successfully contained the main force of Favna's fleet. Fulgrim was able to hide his whereabouts, leading the remaining Emperor's Children through the chaotic battlefield, and quietly approached Their strategic target—Favna Stargate.

"hateful……"

The emerald green star gate is getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, but Fulgrim's mood does not get better and better, because its original plan is not like this. The Purple Garden Phoenix should defeat the magician under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Joy. Funa's humans took over the Star Gate as victors, instead of fleeing the frontal battlefield in embarrassment like rats in the gutter avoiding poisonous snakes.

The Phoenix Guard, the Primarch Guard of the Sons of the Emperor, saw the decline of his genetic father and comforted him in time: "Fafnir's mob has long been dazzled by the war. Their eyes have been blinded and they are blindly pursuing The star bombers promised false fame and military glory, but ignored the strategic goals that should really be protected."

Such short-sighted, utilitarian, short-sighted people are just a group of reckless men with no brute force. ,

...Is this really the case?

When the glowing green light of the Fafnna Stargate finally appeared in Fulgrim's field of vision, the Emperor's Children suddenly discovered that at this time, when all the members of the Federation Navy were fighting to the death with the war mad and Slaanesh, There was actually a large armed fleet that did not participate in that glorious war.

They parked quietly outside the Fafnna Star Gate, as if they had been waiting for the arrival of the Emperor's Children a long time ago.

"I never imagined that in such an extreme society that is infiltrated by the fanatical atmosphere of war, there are also calm and wise men who can calmly observe the overall situation." Fulgrim's eyes were fierce and he whispered to himself.

The wise man mentioned by the original body is standing in the command room of the fleet flagship guarding the Star Gate. She is a tall woman with a tall figure. The technology of the Order of Truth has maintained her young and healthy skin, and her beautiful blond hair is spread around The shoulders are like sunlight shining on the snowy mountains of Terra. She is the daughter of the last governor of the planet Fafnir in the Imperial Era, Baroness Henriette.

Henriette lowered his head to examine the enemy's reaction displayed by the tachyon sensor scanning array, and said softly: "Although the magician of the Psionics Department is a magician, his predictions are indeed accurate."

As she expected, the enemy's target was the Star Gate.

They are also old people from the Empire era. Some people encounter war and the first thing they think of is to pick up the old mining prosthetic body. Others will endure the impulse and quietly lie dormant with Henriette, accurately blocking the path of the Ascension Primarch. .

Henryette's prophetic vision made the Primarch furious.

Fulgrim held a red flame blade in his palm with a gloomy expression. It was a divine weapon forged by his beloved brother Ferrus Manus himself. It was eternally entwined with the blazing furnace flames. Just like Fulgrim's rage at this moment.

"Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?" Fulgrim threatened sternly while holding the burning flaming blade.

The threat of the Ascension Primarch did not make Henryette show any fear. She pulled out the power sword hanging from her waist without showing any signs of weakness: "My power sword is not bad at all!"