Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Taking a deep breath, the Invariable Divine Priest pressed all the doubts in his heart into the barrel of his gun. Now is not the time to ask for the root cause.

If the alien creation that looks like a three-legged signal tower is the reason why this place is disconnected from the subspace, then the next goal of the Sons of Change is very clear.

The Immutable Divine Priest believes that the other Sons of Change warriors scattered across the eight entrances and exits have the same tacit understanding as him. Even at this time, he is still willing to give due trust to these brothers who he has dismissed as insects.

In the main control room, a group of technicians in white didn't seem to notice the opening of the eight doors. They also turned a blind eye to the alarm sound coming from outside the main control room. They just continued to complete the work in hand silently, with a meticulous and dedicated look. A dementia servitor whose frontal lobe was removed.

But servitors don't have such neat clothes.

After the backup energy system of the Seeker Star Base has been restarted, the various security facilities and defensive firepower in the base have awakened from paralysis, and the actions of the Sons of Change have begun.

Dozens of gunshots rang out from eight directions at the same time, breaking the orderliness in the main control room. The Chaos Astartes team used bolt guns taken from the Imperial armory to complete the salvo. At the last moment, At the same time as a bomb was ejected from the barrel of the gun, the Sons of Change, who had become weak due to the loss of the blessing of Chaos, threw away their guns without even changing the magazines, and rushed into the main control room holding staffs in both hands.

They broke into this orderly construction site with raindrops of explosive bombs. Their target was extremely clear. The trajectory of the volley of explosive bombs and the vigorous pace of the Astartes pointed at the center of the main control room:

——The main control computer brain array of the Seeker Star Base, and the three-legged signal tower connected to it.

In the bodies of seekers whose defense systems have been restarted, creating chaos is their only chance to survive.

But as the Sons of Change began to take action, an unexpected scene happened: As soon as they left the door and rushed into the room, all eight entrances and exits of the main control room automatically closed at the same time, turning the place into a prison.

Before the Immutable God Priest could react to what this meant, the sight in front of him once again frightened his mind: the large number of large-caliber explosive shells fired from their gun barrels a moment ago had not completed their original path. , each projectile hovered in mid-air two meters away from the computer array, as if embedded in an invisible spherical wall.

"Force shield? No... There is no suspicious equipment nearby. This control room is still under construction... Psychic shield? How is that possible?"

Under this alien creation that can isolate the influence of subspace, there are still people who can use psychic powers?

Realizing that something was wrong, the Immutable Divine Priest immediately wanted to turn around and escape with his brothers. Even if he went head-to-head with the automatic defense system of the Seeker Star Base, it would be better than staying in this weird trap. At least I can understand.

"It took a lot of effort for me to get you here, so don't leave in a hurry yet, okay?"

A gentle but cold voice fell to the ground along with the bombs embedded in mid-air. The keen eyes of the Immutable God immediately caught a strange figure wearing a dark robe, and the face under the hood was completely covered by mist. Appeared out of thin air in the control room like a flash.

Along with him, there was a large-scale psychic lightning that surged across the entire control room.

Russell, who plants trees in Falla every day, is not without improvement in his spiritual abilities. Although he still has no way to learn many new skills, his mastery of existing skills has become more refined - for example, like now, he can use one-time electricity to lay down and While dozens of Astartes fled in eight directions, they did not damage any high-tech equipment around them.

Several technicians who were sorting out the cables put down their work and turned to the Sons of All Changes who were knocked to the ground by the electricity. Before they could recover from the convulsions, they quickly removed each and every one of the All Changes with their unusually agile hands and feet. The power backpack carried by the Son of Change.

A complete set of ceramite power armor without the energy provided by the power backpack would be a considerable burden even for the Astartes' powerful body.

And these technicians wearing fully enclosed work clothes are obviously just ordinary human figures, but they are incredibly strong. After removing their power backpacks, the pair of weak hands that seemed to the Astartes to be so slender that they could be broken off immediately then forcibly removed the witchcraft with long curved horns on the heads of the Sons of Change. helmet.

"The salivary glands of Space Marines can secrete acid, Gray Wind - remove their tongues and jaws together." Russell reminded softly.

"Yes, Marshal." Every technician in white clothes present responded at the same time.

They used their knees to press the Sons of Change under themselves. Their slender but violent hands forced open their clenched teeth and put them into their mouths. Then with a pop, they pulled the Space Marine's lower jaw together with the entire tongue. Teared down alive.

Dripping blood spurted out from the carotid arteries. The serious injuries that would be fatal to mortals failed to kill these vigorous Astartes, but only made the red and blue power armor on their bodies more red. some.

The situation at the gate was slightly different. With his powerful physique, the Immutable God Priest recovered from the spasm caused by psychic lightning faster than other Sons of Change.

Without the energy provided by the power backpack, he used pure physical strength to punch the technician in white who was reaching out to him.

What followed was the sound of broken metal. The heavy punch of the Immutable Divine Priest smashed the technician's helmet into pieces along with his skull, but it failed to kill him.

"Please don't get in the way of my work."

The broken head of the technician who was kneeling on one knee on the chest of the Immutable God came out with an electronic voice without any emotion: "Cooperate well, it will be less painful."

The electronic sound fell, and severe pain came, and the mandible and the entire tongue of the Immutable Divine Priest were torn off by it.

Powerpack, helmet, mouth, and then, the heart.

These technicians composed of nanorobots were dismembering the vital organs of the Space Marines smoothly and smoothly, just like the fully automatic machines that slaughtered livestock in a slaughterhouse, faithfully and efficiently completing the tasks assigned by the marshal.

Within half an hour, 45 fully armed Sons of Change Space Marines were dismantled into human sticks with no limbs or jaws, and their vital organs had been removed. They were neatly placed in the headquarters. On the control room floor.

However, even if they end up in this situation, they are still not dead.

Because the marshal's request is to make them lose the threat, not to kill them.

In the main control room, more technicians are still wiring and arranging the three-legged signal tower overhead, doing boring debugging work.

Russell slowly walked to the speechless Priest and squatted down, not caring about the blood on his cloak on the ground.

"You're curious why I didn't kill you, right?"

Russell said in a friendly tone with a smile: "Because I really want to see the way Tzeentch, who fools others, is fooled."