Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"110001000010001 110011011111110..."

"101011100101000..."

The geometric flags of clay artists fluttered in the void, and the fleets of free men sailed past the battlefields still warmed by the Burners.

With the arrival of the free man, a series of peaceful, soothing, melodious electrical signals like music began to spread in the starry sky.

"As expected of a believer in clay artists, even the way he appears is so artistic." Russell sighed sincerely as he listened to the binary code echoing in the starry sky.

But Gray Feng's reaction was different from Russell's. Her face turned red, her whole body shyly nestled into Russell's arms, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "He's so numb..."

"Ah?" Russell was stunned: "Grey Feng, what are you talking about?"

How stupid is it that the Free Man Organization uses binary code to make scene BGM?

Gray Feng's eyes were evasive, and he stood up straight from Russell's arms as if he had made a lot of determination: "I, I will translate it directly for you..."

"110010111100000 1111111100001100..."

"I once sailed through nothingness in eternity, and I once condensed the starlight at my fingertips."

"I once gave myself to the soulless machinery, and I also sought the imagination of thinking in the positive and negative exchange of electrons..."

Russell listened quietly to Gray Wind translating the binary code into standard High Gothic, his soft voice rising and falling, as if he was singing a cappella song or reciting a poem.

The content of the first half of the clay artist's poem is quite normal. He just uses a eloquent tone to describe his pursuit of machinery and soul, and his understanding of art and beauty in endless time.

But as the binary code played to its climax, Gray Feng's voice changed from gentle to high-pitched, appearing very excited:

"110001000010001..."

"I found you in the cold and silent deep sky, just like an ignorant ape found the most shining North Star in the night sky."

"Because of you, I have superfluous emotions in my heart."

"Because of you, my flawless path to seeking the truth has flaws."

"When messy thoughts continue like a fiber network of time and space, the infinite positive and negative extremes collapse into certainty."

"I'm sure, I firmly believe that my love only arises because of you, and it will last until death."

"I believed so in the long past, I believed so in the endless future, I believe so in the present moment, I love you..."

Well, it turns out to be a love letter...

Wait, who is the clay artist writing a love letter to?

Russell's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the surveillance footage returned by the reconnaissance drone. He saw the geometric flag on the Freeman living metal battleship fluttering in the sky in an anti-gravity form. The huge fleet was in space. A huge peach heart was formed in it, and the tip of the peach heart pointed pointedly——

Matron Solemnity is fighting against the Burners.

"..." Russell put his hands on his forehead and was silent for a long time.

Gray Feng held his cheeks with both hands, looking intoxicated: "Oh, really, how could He write such disgusting words? How embarrassing... Girls will be scared away. It's been a long time since I've seen such an innocent person. ”

As she said this, she looked at Russell intentionally or unintentionally, with "I want it too, I want it too" written all over her face.

I don’t think the Sovereign Agreement is about girls...well, maybe it is. Russell sighed helplessly. When did this universe become so abstract?

It seems like since I came here? No, Russell firmly refused to admit that he had brought down the atmosphere of the universe.

In the holographic screen, the huge mechanical girl with a body as big as a planet also showed the same shyness as Gray Wind after receiving the binary code sent by the Freeman Fleet. This abstract love story seemed to be particularly offensive to the mechanical life form. .

But while the Mechanical Madonna was shy, the Burner was angry.

Decoding the binary code was easy for Anrakir. Seeing the fleet of free men in a heart-shaped array slowly sailing towards the shy and coquettish mechanical Madonna, romantic verses were broadcast in a loop in the subspace, and the Burner seemed to I saw a slovenly and slovenly artist with a maniacal smile on his face. He came over to me and said, "I want to be your father."

In fact, this is indeed the case.

In the real universe, the fleet of free men cautiously approaches the Mechanical Madonna.

In the sea of ​​souls, a bunch of geometric lines stretched forward nervously, slowly reaching towards the crimson consciousness body immersed in the turbulent flow of ether.

The moment the geometric lines came into contact with Mistress Suzheng's nerve wires, time seemed to slow down.

The clay artist tells in a gentle tone his pursuit of beauty as an artist, his desire to compose himself mechanically and shape his soul in circuits, and he has been happily creating one work of art after another over the endless years...

The original machine that gave birth to a 'soul' without the need for artificial carving is the extremely beautiful goddess Venus in the eyes of clay artists.

Like a sculptor digging out the statue of David from marble, like a jade craftsman picking up a top-quality rough stone as clear as glass from the mine, the clay artist fell hopelessly in love with her, composing the most beautiful verses. Nasty love words.

However, when the end tentacles of the two consciousnesses began to touch, Su Zhenghe's original shyness and coyness disappeared in an instant.

The Mechanical Madonna's narrowed eyes shone with blood-red light, boundless anger spread from her mechanical body, and deep red codes jumped in the data cluster. She stood up, her long hair was a long and endless neural wire, like the tentacles of an octopus, raging and winding, dragging the fleet of the Freeman who played binary love poems in a loop into the deep sea of ​​death.

In the subspace, the clay artist was stunned.

"Venus, Venus... I feel so sincere for you, you, you... why?"

The furious Mechanical Madonna ignored the sad wailing of the clay artist. Dense neural wires flew all over the sky, physically invading the warships of the Freeman from every gap and interface, and pouring tyrannical offensive codes into their defenseless hosts.

Reactors overloaded and melted, thrusters overheated and extinguished, and under the fury of the Rectification Agreement, the followers of the clay artist were being slaughtered at a very fast speed.

The Burner could not bear it.

Despite their different ideologies, the free men who believed in the clay artist were still fellow Necrons, and Anraqir could not sit idly by and watch his fellows being slaughtered by foreign races.

The brief respite just now had allowed Him to recover some strength with the help of stellar radiation. The Burner opened his arms, and the blazing flames splashed everywhere.

But the next moment, the terrifying high fever from the Star God was directly wiped out by a terrifying psychic energy that was enough to distort reality.

"Where did this insect rat come from? How dare you dare to touch my Venus." The clay artist was reluctant to attack the Mistress of Suzheng, so he had to pour out his anger for failing to confess on this unfortunate Star God: "Die."