Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The 'Jeromist' dynasty, which is responsible for managing the navigation lighthouse in the unmanned market galaxy, is not a very powerful dynasty.

Among all the Necron dynasties, the most war-violent is the [Sotec] dynasty ruled by the Storm King Imotek, and the richest is the [Nihilach] dynasty to which the Endless Trazin belongs. The most prestigious is the [Szarakan] dynasty with the hereditary King of Silence...

Compared with these ancient and powerful vassal states, the 'Jeromester' dynasty ruled by the French Emperor 'Czech Fanis' can barely be regarded as a small local county magistrate. The Necron here guarding the Faros navigation lighthouse has been passed down from generation to generation. All of the ancient duties.

With Russell's character, he would probably think that it would be good to just sit in a corner and wait for death. However, Czech Fanis is not a mediocre person who is content with the status quo. It has lofty ambitions, has a grand plan in its belly, and is eager to lead one day. Your own dynasty performs on the same stage as the powerful Sotec, Nihilach, Szarakan and other old and powerful dynasties, and even touches the throne of the Silent King.

However, Jeromeste's strength was really weak and did not match the ambitions of his French emperor. Czech Fanis, who lacked power, could only lie dormant quietly.

Perhaps in line with the old saying of Gu Terra, hard work pays off. During the long night of lonely watching, an unprecedented opportunity finally came to Czech Fanis.

Like the lighthouse on the planet Sotha in the Great Ultramar star field, the lighthouse in the Unmanned Market also has a built-in piece of the C'tan fragment belonging to the 'Conqueror Zahurash' for quantum communication and dimensional navigation, and a piece of 'Burning' The fragments of the Emperor were placed in the Crown World of Jeromeste to power the weapons of the entire Tomb World.

The fragments of the Burner attracted Anrakil, who came to the unmanned market as a star god and made unreasonable demands for the fragments of the Burner. hopes of achieving their ambitions.

——Ascension Protocol.

"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, the original power is about to appear."

"The God of All Machines is above, and Vashtor is below. Please guide me on the path to ascension..."

Deep in the ruins of the Crown World, Czech Fanis has reached the final stage of recompiling the Ascension Protocol based on his own consciousness. Although it stands to reason that the thing Anrakil gave it has been verified and is completely ready for use. But after all, it involves one's own consciousness and abstract self-discourse, Czech Fanis believes that no matter how cautious you are, you can't be too cautious.

The Emperor mobilized a large amount of resources and invested a huge amount of computing power to recompile the Ascension Protocol command code to eliminate any possible danger. From the beginning of the civil war until now, Czech Fanis has been immersed in the computer room and ignored the outside world. Only focus on the road to ascension.

The fragments of the Burner have been taken away by Anrakil, and without the power of the Star God fragments, the crown world controlled by the royalists has been retreating steadily under the siege of the other two tomb worlds controlled by conservatives, and a large number of people have died. The spiritual soldiers were killed to a state of permanent damage that could not be resurrected, and large weapons capable of destroying planets also fell into the internal strife of this dynasty.

The power of the Jeromeste dynasty continued to be consumed in the tragic civil war, and the hatred between the royalists and conservatives continued to deepen as the war became increasingly fierce, to the point of being irreconcilable and irreconcilable.

To this day, the Jeromist dynasty has been reduced to only a dozen or so operational warships, and all three tomb worlds have been destroyed. Not to mention the feuding among the princes, this already weak dynasty has been consumed by internal strife. They no longer have the qualifications to call themselves a dynasty while having dinner at the table.

The Czech Emperor Fanis turned a blind eye to this, believing that all these sacrifices were worth it.

"The Ruler Zahulash, he is the great god of the time domain among the star gods. He controls the authority of time. He knows everything from the past to the present. As long as you master his power..."

Czech Fanis' hunched body was hiding in a dark and cold underground chamber due to insufficient energy supply. His green eyes were staring at the holographic projection of his own digital form, and the ever-changing code turbulence flowed in his transparent body. , under the operation of the Ascension Protocol, the self-awareness of Governor Zahurash is being shattered along with the outer orbital defenses of the Crown World.

Starships fell, weapons collapsed, and countless Necron soldiers died in groups. All the wealth of the Jeromester dynasty has been completely wiped out. They have no way out, the only way is to ascend. All salvation.

When the recompiled Ascension Protocol operates, the meaning of each character is clear and clear, but the meaning connected together is extremely obscure and incomprehensible. The code flowing in the digital body is like a carving knife tightly held in the hand of the Creator. The fragments of C'tan imprisoned in the hyperdimensional cubic maze were carved into the shape He desired.

"All sacrifices are worth it, and all losses can be undone. As long as I master the power of the ruler, I can reverse all of this...!"

Looking at the slowly sculpted ruler, the expressionless metal face of Czech Fanis was now filled with a look of madness. It had lost everything and was desperate to strive for a future of ascending to godhood.

Then its future was shattered with ease.

A beam of Gaussian fission plume penetrated the dome of the underground laboratory, scorching and melting the living metal ground at the feet of Czech Fanis. The light of the star splashed down from the gap, and the hot light was like a ruthless rainstorm. , allowing the mouse hiding in the dark corner to reveal its true colors.

"Human... human ship?" Czech Fanis raised his head, and a silver-white bow protruded from the starry sky. The nova cannon array mounted under the side emitted a cooling blue light.

Relying on the powerful firepower of the Nova Cannon Array and Gauss Fragmentation Cannon, the Human Federation's fast mobile fleet successfully sneaked into the ruins of the Crown World. The high-energy reaction of the Star God fragments allowed the tachyon sensor to accurately locate the location of this secret laboratory, and the precise calculation The output power is neither too much nor too little, just enough to shatter the dome of the laboratory and the dream of French Emperor Czech Fanis.

The cables under the floor were scorched, the running ascension protocol stopped due to insufficient energy supply, and the Creator's knife stopped His miraculous carving, as if even the original driving force that created everything stopped heartbeating at this moment, as if it were the same as the heart. The ashen Emperor looked up together.

Looking up at the beautiful figure descending from the sky like a god.

"I give you two choices, give me the Star God fragment, or die - such lines will be more suitable for the current atmosphere." The young man who looked so beautiful that he didn't look like a living person landed lightly on Czech Fanis's body. In front of him, he stepped directly on the charred floor with his bare feet without any care.

Russell said lightly: "But I am not a person who is very good at reading atmosphere, so you have no choice. Whether you hand over the Star God fragment or not, you will die."

"No, it's not like this, it shouldn't be like this..." Russell's indifferent words shattered the last trace of fantasy in Czech Fanis's heart. There were green flames flowing in its empty eyes, and an almost pleading tone came out of its throat. From the organ:

"I lost everything, my dynasty was destroyed, my people died, I gave everything I had just to ascend to become a god. As long as I become a god, everything in the past will be restored... This is my only I hope, you, you can’t…”

Russell looked back and smiled: "What have you given up, what have you paid, and what does it have to do with me?"

"Don't tell me your inner pain, I'm just here to get the fragments of the Star God." Russell walked towards the imprisoned ruler with bare feet and said, "Don't hate me because your hope was taken away. Because you can’t beat me.”

Czech Fanis clenched his fists. Russell's words seemed easy. He just took away a fragment of the Star God... But now that the Jeromist dynasty has been destroyed by the civil war, this fragment has already carried too much weight. meaning.

"How can it be possible without hatred?"

"You love or hate me." Russell shrugged, raised his hand and began to lift the seal of the ruler.

While lifting the seal, he said: "Every year, people are captured by gravity and fall into the abyss due to miscalculation of the critical escape value of the black hole's event horizon. Occasionally, passing ships that lack prior reconnaissance are swallowed up by sudden supernova explosions. "

"How many people have been killed by the radiation from neutron stars? How many innocent lives have died from geological activities and astronomical anomalies?"

"The history of the Milky Way is so long, and so many people have been deprived of their property, family, and even lives by capricious astronomical phenomena. Did they ever hate the universe? Take revenge on the universe? That is meaningless... because the people hurt by the universe are not You can’t do anything to the universe.”

"In the same way, you, whose hope has been taken away by me, can't do anything to me. Your hatred is meaningless."

Russell raised his left hand and stretched out a slender finger as white as jade. Terrifying spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips and gently tapped Czech Fanis' forehead:

"So, close your eyes, don't hate, don't hate, just wait for death with peace of mind, just like... experiencing a natural disaster called the Star Bomber."