Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Using ordinary human brains to build the Thinker Array will be eroded by Chaos, so why not just use the brains of untouchables? It's a very clear idea..."

After learning the full story, Russell cut off communication with Deteriorated Caul. He had no intention of preventing the Inquisition from enforcing the law. After all, the people in the refugee ship were not legally citizens of the Human Federation. He had no obligation to protect these people, even if they had an almost fanatical belief in the Star Bomber.

When Russell thought for a moment, the black ship fleet of the Tribunal had dispersed, and the large-caliber broadside array killed several refugee ships in place.

"Speaking of which, the leaders of these refugees claimed that their prayers were answered by the star bombers... What is that?" Russell looked at the landing speedboat that shot from the black ship to the refugee ship, and was a little curious: "It was the emperor's response. Killed them? Or was it 'Lord of War' Guilliman...or simply Tzeentch?"

Gray Wind hugged Russell from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder. Together they watched the Inquisition's law enforcement forces break into the damp and crowded cabin of the refugee ship.

"Don't hold me so tightly, you're touching me."

"Oh...then let me become smaller."

Gray Feng obediently shrunk her breasts, and the saved nanobots were transferred to her legs. Now with a pair of long legs, Gray Feng is already taller than Russell, and looks like the gentle lady of Eight Feet. hugging Ethan.

In the refugee ship, the law enforcement forces of the Inquisition were running rampant with broken limbs. Their mission was to capture the untouchables. They had no intention of hurting anyone, but the space in the civilian ship was too crowded. Even if they were just walking Countless refugees died in stampedes due to panic, and babies who were not yet one month old were lying in the arms of their mothers, and mother and child were suffocated to death in the restless crowd.

Although Inquisitor Emecanthius repeatedly reiterated to the refugee leaders before taking action that he was only intercepting them to capture untouchables and was not intending to commit any massacre, this did not stop the large number of illiterate or semi-literate refugees from being educated. Remain rational when seeing the gun. The people of the empire have the fear of the Inquisition engraved in their bones. Compared with being arrested by the Inquisitor and tried, having the soul taken away by the demon of Slaanesh and tortured in every possible way is even a better ending.

In desperation, countless refugees huddled in dark corners, crawled in rusty pipes, and crowded in stinky cabins. They all closed their eyes and began to pray and began to call out to God who could save them.

"The Great Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Bodhisattva who flicks stars, the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering and the distressed..."

"Almighty Lord... when will my painful life end?"

"My Lord is merciful and does not like to kill people; I am also sincere and do not lie; I want to ascend to heaven and be free and happy..."

Listening to the various prayers of the refugees, Russell's face was covered with black lines, and Gray Feng was even more amused and giggled: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, my dear, next time do you want to put on a cassock and follow me..." …”

"Stop, stop joking." Russell put a finger to his lips and hissed softly, and said: "Switch the 'Lens' Lingbo Telescope to 'Zhiwei' mode, turn the power to the maximum... Okay, Did you see it?"

After adjusting the psychic detector as Russell said, the smile on Gray Feng's face disappeared and she quickly became serious.

In the field of view of the Lingbo Astronomical Telescope's Lens, densely packed blue-purple fine threads appeared. These threads extended from the refugee ships one after another, all the way to the other side of the curtain, to the other side of the Sea of ​​Souls. .

In the gap between the "green mood" storm and the "death wail" storm, in the turbulent ether current, an illusory entity slowly emerged from the sea of ​​souls, but it was looming, and every thread of thought was connected to it, just like Every tired hand is linked to Him.

His appearance is that of a very human being. His existence exists between the quantum states of existence and non-existence. His amber eyes contain sympathy and compassion for the suffering suffered by human beings, and a gesture of compassion and love. It is very much like the Heavenly Father, Savior, Messiah who is said by believers to be a compassionate and merciful man who saves the suffering and the suffering... or Danxing Bodhisattva.

The compassionate eyes of ‘Dancing Star Bodhisattva’ are as gentle as the bright white moon on a quiet night, softly shedding tiny pieces of moonlight. The wounds on the humans illuminated by this light stopped deteriorating, but did not heal any further. The stomachs cramped by long-term hunger were no longer painful, but they were not truly full.

Because he is not a true 'god', nor does he have the great power of the Emperor and the Chaos Evil God. This is just a pathetic subspace entity named 'Dancing Star Bodhisattva' who was born recently and was endowed with compassionate love by the beautiful yearning of believers, but does not have the corresponding power to save the world.

Across the thick barrier of the virtual realm, Gray Feng still felt his sadness.

"This is……?"

"A worshiped god."

Russell held his forehead with one hand and looked at Danxing Bodhisattva with thousands of strands of worries scattered in the sea of ​​souls. Each strand of hair was connected to a suffering human being, making his illusory divine body shine.

For a moment, Russell didn't even know where to start.

Since the rise of the Human Federation, the power of the Order of Truth has grown day by day, and there is no shortage of his believers in the galaxy. However, Russell's subspace essence is just an empty high-level overlooker, and the void void that annihilates everything cannot accept any faith.

As the influence of the Human Federation grows larger and larger, more and more suffering humans regard the Far Eastern Star Territory, where they have food, clothing and basic living security, as the kingdom of heaven on earth. These discrete beliefs gradually merge together. , a subspace entity that symbolizes human beings' longing for a better life was born.

He is the concrete embodiment of the concept of utopia, and devout believers call him the Dancing Star Bodhisattva.

"It's too abstract..." Russell covered his face with his hands, and was actually a little afraid to face the subspace entity face to face.

"Okay, okay." Gray Feng gently patted Russell's shoulder and asked softly: "What is the relationship between Danxing Bodhisattva and you?"

"Meal replacement." Russell thought for a while and said: "That is the ideal star bomber of confused mankind, compassion, kindness, utopia, ideal heart... If such a star bomber does not exist, then believers will create one themselves. .”

In the refugee ship, the law enforcement forces of the Tribunal are still running rampant. More and more panicked refugees are dying in stampedes and accidents, but the untouchable person hiding in the cabin has not been found for a long time.

More and more people are praying to the Star Destroyer in desperation, praying that he can save them from the sea of ​​suffering, but this new warp entity is far from the power of the gods.

The turbulence of the sea of ​​souls was still turbulent, and the illusory subspace entity shed sapphire tears in helpless sorrow. Then he turned around, thousands of troubles drifted away in the wind, and an inarticulate and vague voice came from Emerging in the subspace, intermittently, like the babbling of a newborn baby.

"Please, save them..."

Thus prayed the Star-Buster to Russell.