Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Please, save them..."

The star bomber's plea sent tiny ripples in the subspace, and was quickly swallowed up by the etheric turbulence.

Looking at the countless people kneeling in the refugee boat, and the stinking blood stains that never completely dried on their ragged clothes, a sense of absurd drama came to Russell's heart.

"You pray to the gods, and the gods pray to me..."

Russell sighed and nodded: "I can save them, but you have to die."

The star flicker agreed without any hesitation.

Then Russell opened his palm, and the empty corner was projected into this corner of the universe. The newly born subspace entity has not even stabilized its form. Even if it is just an empty corner, it is unable to resist. In just a moment, countless human beings are facing a better life. The entity condensed into the longing, the concrete embodiment of the concept of utopia, was completely destroyed by Russell.

It's like it never existed.

There was no response to the refugees' prayers, and the chaos in the cabin began to expand. After doing this, Russell sent a threat of force to Inquisitor Emechancius to terminate the operation immediately, otherwise he would open fire on him.

The Inquisition's law enforcement forces soon ceased their operations, and the commotion on the refugee ship gradually subsided.

Gray Feng leaned on Russell's shoulder and asked: "Why do you want to kill him? The embodiment of love and compassion, the concrete embodiment of utopia... This universe is sinister enough, isn't it good to let such a beautiful existence exist?"

Or do you hate this impostor wearing your own name? Don’t you want anyone to worship you in your capacity?

Russell shook his head: "You know me, Gray Wind. I don't care about the false reputation that is sought after by thousands of people, and I don't have any hostility towards this new secondary god, but I must kill him. There is no other choice."

"Why?" Gray Feng continued to ask.

"Because in this universe, God = evil." Russell said categorically.

"This is a hopeless cesspit universe, Gray Feng, do you understand? No existence can save this place, not even the ancient sages. Danxing Bodhisattva is very kind and compassionate. He learns from human beings' yearning for a better life and Born out of love, His eyes are full of maternal love and tenderness, but even the most beautiful things will become alienated in this hellish place."

"Human beings hope to live a good life and have a utopia, so the Star Bomber is loving and kind. He will voluntarily die in order for me to save his child. But does Gray Wind Qian know? The Star Bomber's kindness is not really kind. , but the goodness that believers hope for.”

"Today's human beings are living in dire straits. They hope that the star-droppers will be kind and compassionate to save the suffering, and then the star-droppers will be kind and compassionate to save the suffering."

"If humans in the future live in a normal society where materials are no longer scarce, then everyone's definitions of 'good life' and 'utopia' will change again. It's not that it may change, but it will definitely change. Human beings The 40-thousand-year history has proven this countless times.”

"People who would have been satisfied as long as they had industrial starch to fill their stomachs will begin to find white rice difficult to swallow. Slaves who were once naked will feel that ordinary cloth is not as comfortable and beautiful as the latest trendy clothing. It can only protect against the wind. Yu's hut can no longer meet people's living needs, they need a luxurious ecological park..."

"I don't even need to make an analogy. At this moment, in this galaxy, there is an imperial noble who has a planet as his own backyard. However, he still feels that a bedroom the size of a planet is still too cramped."

"The businessman who sells bread hopes that the star bomber can punish other bakeries that unfairly compete to take away his business. The jeweler hopes that an accident will occur on the mining planet and reduce the production of rough stones. Those who have reached the admission score but cannot enter the school of their choice because the number of students is full. Candidates, secretly pray that the others in front of you will die suddenly to make room for you... Isn't this the yearning for a better life? Will such prayers not count? "

When humans pray to God for their own benefits, wouldn’t they be pious enough?

No, only more pious.

"Killing, violence, extreme, desire... The current star bomber may be compassionate or kind, but as the number of believers grows and the social environment changes, the originally pure He will definitely be contaminated by the evil of human nature, depraved, and crazy. , and eventually became extremely cruel warp evil gods, just like Khorne and Slaanesh.”

Russell breathed out: "This is not a hypothesis I listed, but an established fact that is destined to happen. No matter how hard anyone makes, they can't change the fact that this universe is an abyss of hell without even a glimmer of hope. . He is incurable - so I must kill the Star Destroyer to prevent an evil god of chaos named Star Destroyer from ascending to the throne."

Gray Feng was silent for a long time and asked: "Is this universe really that hopeless?"

"It's hopeless." Russell said: "The only ending waiting for it is destruction. There is nothing but destruction."

"Okay, I understand." Gray Wind nodded.

On the refugee ship surrounded by the black ships of the Tribunal, human corpses that died in stampede accidents were sent to the industrial workshop. No one asked where these corpses were going. They only knew that they would not have to go hungry on their way to the next star system. Belly.

Under the threat of Russell's force, Inquisitor Aimecanthus gave up the efficient violent search, and instead paid some price to ask the psychic masters in the fleet to take action, directly using divination and scanning to uncover the secrets hidden in the cabin. Untouchable.

——He can let the psychic master take action from the beginning and let the law enforcement team conduct violent searches just to save some money.

After all, compared to the lives of tens of thousands of refugees, the price of asking a psychic master to take action is really expensive.

After apprehending the untouchables, Aimecancius bid farewell to Russell politely. The black ship fleet left the edge of the green mood storm and headed for the Moro star field. Only the refugee ship that had undergone a series of deaths and reduced its load remained in place. , the faulty engine failed to ignite after being lit several times in succession.

Russell sealed his biometric code in an encryption key and sent it to the leader of the refugees, Inquisitor Halquin.

"Show this key to the administrator of any stargate in the Far East Star Territory, and the Federation will arrange your next life." Russell instructed.

"This... thank you so much!" Halquin was overjoyed, and he copied the key directly into his brain with great care: "The ticket to the kingdom of heaven..."

"Huh? The kingdom of heaven..." Russell smiled and shook his head.

He has absolutely no interest in caring about the life and death of this group of refugees. Asking the Human Federation to support an additional group of illiterate people without any usable skills has no meaning in itself. It is just fulfilling his promise to the star bombers.

"Although Danxing Bodhisattva is dead, his followers are still there." Gray Wind reminded: "As long as the faith is still there, given time, a new Danxing Bodhisattva will be born. My dear, if you want to completely eliminate the evil god's Produce, my suggestion is, the genocide of humanity."

"Maybe." Russell shook his head: "We should go, Gray Wind. The next stop is Armageddon."