Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Generally speaking, if politicians can fulfill 20% of the promises they make, they are considered to be very professional. More often than not, they often take advantage of the pie to cheat their support and then forget about their previous promises.

The difference with Russell is that he really intends to fully realize his promise.

When the tripartite meeting ended, it was almost early morning.

The bishop of the State Church hurriedly left the Governor's Mansion to prepare publicity matters with the congregation, but Gauss's representative of the Mechanicum was not in a hurry to leave.

He sat opposite Russell, and even though there was a round table away, Russell could still feel the scarlet light emitting from the prosthetic eye on the left side of his face.

He knew that this hungry seeker would not leave without gaining something.

Russell was already prepared for this. He clapped his hands gently, and the door of the conference room was gently pushed open.

A girl dressed as a maid walked into the door and placed a silver disk next to Gauss, the technical priest representative. The plate itself was nothing unusual, but the contents caught the attention of two eyes, one real and one false, on Gauss's face.

It was a save disk for storing data, a common format used by the empire.

"This...this is..." Gauss's voice trembled slightly.

"The standard manufacturing template for an ancient machine called the 'Replicator Terminal', and several pre-requisite technologies for manufacturing it are also stored in it."

The girl in a maid skirt said softly: "A complete copying machine terminal can scan and store molecular-level information of various objects, and achieve mass production through a similar copying method..."

Before he finished speaking, the mechanical hand stretched out from behind Gauss impatiently grabbed the save disk on the table.

"Wan, the God of all opportunities..."

Gently and carefully, he slowly inserted the save disk into the brain-computer interface in his left ear and began to read the data inside, with an extremely pious attitude, as if he were on a pilgrimage.

Just 30 seconds later, Gauss tremblingly pulled the save disk from his ear and put it back in the center of the plate. His body slipped from the chair and fell to his knees.

Although he was facing Russell when he knelt down, Russell knew that it was not himself whom Gauss was kneeling on, but the save disk.

30 seconds is not enough to browse through all the design data of the replicator terminal, but just the small part of the information read in this short period of time is enough to make him exclaim a miracle and start to express his interest in this ordinary piece of equipment. Save and worship.

Things like replicator terminals are not considered artifacts for the empire, but in a small place like Falla, even the Machinery Society here has never seen much of the world.

Gauss muttered a sacrificial speech that Russell couldn't understand, and repeatedly praised the God of All Opportunities in different tones for 13 times. Then he got up from the ground, trembling slightly, and carefully put the save disk on the table. He carefully and carefully placed it into his chest - the same place as his mechanical heart.

At this time, Gauss looked at Russell with extremely fanatical eyes. The only remaining human eyeball was burning with endless greed and piety. His voice was hoarse and he said slowly: "The God of All Machines..."

The maid next to her frowned, her tender little face full of disgust.

Russell smiled politely at Gauss and told him: "I need you to disseminate these technologies publicly and not hide them privately. After completing this work, there will be more other ancient technologies that you need to study and decipher."

"There's actually more! There's more?!"

The huge feeling of happiness almost short-circuited Gauss's brain. It took him several minutes to force himself to calm down, and he bent down deeply towards Russell: "Yes, yes, I will pay, I will." everything of……"

Gauss is gone.

A girl in maid uniform walked around the table to Russell, tilted her head and looked at him, and asked curiously: "Why did the marshal specifically ask him not to hide his secrets?"

"The people of the Mechanicus are like this. They have incomprehensible religious fanaticism for knowledge and technology. They are keen on searching for lost knowledge and advanced technology. They collect it like hamsters and never share it with others. They always carry it into the coffin. inside."

Russell felt a little nervous as he spoke, so he shook his head and smiled: "If I don't use more knowledge as bait, he would definitely rather die than let anyone else see the save disk."

Gray Wind put his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly: "Hopeless guy, no wonder you, Marshal, chose the Imperial Truth Sect instead of them."

Russell was noncommittal.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again: "By the way, Gray Feng, why did you look at Gauss with that contemptuous look just now? Did he do any little tricks?"

Gray Feng shook his head: "No, there were no small tricks. But at the moment when Gauss got the save disk, my sensor scanned his reproductive system and had some kind of reaction. To put it simply, he reacted to a save disk. In heat."

Okay, that's pretty cool.

Russell was even more convinced.

After five minutes of despising Gauss with Gray Wind, Russell stood up from his chair, stretched his body, and walked towards the door of the conference room.

"Let's go, Gray Wind, we have to go back to the room."

"Great!"

Gray Feng's eyes lit up, and he happily trotted to follow him, looking very interested:

"Marshal, you fell asleep before finishing the story last night... I want to know what happened to Volcan, the Lord of the Fire Dragon, in the end? Did he really die with the beast? Can't he be resurrected?... You must tell it today You can’t sleep until you’re done!”

Russell rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, thinking that this marshal is so inferior~

It has to be said that Warhammer 40K is indeed an extremely complex story system.

At first, Russell just planned to explain the world view here to Gray Wind so that he could take future actions, but as he continued to talk, there were more and more things to talk about.

After all, to explain humanity’s extreme rejection of artificial intelligence, it is natural to inevitably mention the Iron Man Rebellion;

To explain the relationship between the Astartes and the Chaos Astartes, one has to talk about the Horus Heresy;

A single move affects the whole body.

Fortunately, Gray Feng didn't hate hearing stories, rather he liked them.

Russell has just talked about the end of Beast War, the fall of the Fire Dragon Lord, and Gray Wind has been pestering him, refusing to let him sleep until he finishes talking about this part.

Perhaps in Gray Wind's long and boring life, few people would stay with it like this and tell it new things.

Glory and courage, betrayal and anger, pride and prejudice... all of these are so novel to this life composed of nanorobots.

"...If the Horus Heresy broke the backbone of the human empire, then the Beast Wars drained the flesh and blood of the empire. Since then, this country has essentially declared death, leaving only a rotten and swollen giant The corpse can only rely on its huge size and religious fanaticism to maintain its existence until now."