Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 1 Gray Wind
At the end of the star torch light, in the halo area on the edge of the Milky Way, there is a small galaxy called "Faya".

Due to its small size, small population, remote location, and lack of resources, the Falla galaxy has been able to avoid the flames of war that spread throughout the galaxy, and has been silently existing in this border area where no one cares about it, as if it does not exist.

Russell was born in this backwater where even the imperial tax department forgot to collect taxes.

When he opened his eyes on the soft delivery bed, the first thing he saw was the emperor's icon with a benevolent face hanging on the wall of the delivery room.

There was a chill of desperation behind the newborn baby, who knew exactly where he was now.

The Warhammer universe, a fucking universe full of ghosts and monsters, ranks in the top three of the "works that don't want to travel through the past" all the year round, and even often tops the list.

In such a hopeless universe dominated by chaos, extremes, tyranny, and horror, Russell felt that there was a high probability that he would not live to the day he could learn to walk. It was bankruptcy when he opened his business, and liquidation when he registered.

If it's just death, it's fine, it's a big deal to reopen, but there are evil gods in this universe, and those who are unlucky can't even survive after death, and their souls will be pulled into the subspace to endure eternal torture.

However, as a lover of space opera, the moment before he traveled to the Warhammer universe, he was actually playing the stars.

It was an archive that chose to become a natural disaster. The human federation controlled by Russell built an etheric engine capable of burning down the galaxy in the Tianjin four galaxies.When the mouse clicked on the start option, the engine started, and the archive was settled, Russell lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already on the delivery bed.

What's the matter?Russell didn't know.But it turns out that his luck is actually very good.

He was born in an uncontested border galaxy. Although the resources here are scarce, the technology is backward, and the system has regressed back to the feudal period, it is also free from the intrusion of the war. If it is poor, at least it can live a decent life.

Russell's identity here is the son of the planetary governor. He is said to be the governor, but in fact he is no different from a feudal nobleman.

He doesn't mind just waiting to die on this small broken ball that doesn't even come to dig mines. After all, the people of the empire are in dire straits, and at least the living standard of the ruling class is good.

After going on like this year after year, Russell succeeded in taking over the position of planetary governor from his father who died of illness when he was 24 years old.

Also on this day, the peaceful life ended.

A huge space battleship sailed out of the deep space, rushed into the Falla galaxy, and stopped in the synchronous orbit of this small asteroid.

It hovers in space like a third moon.

Russell received the news almost at the same time as he received the governor's seal. The defense satellites in the planet's atmosphere that had been in disrepair for a long time were activated and entered a state of alert, and some were short-circuited and scrapped during the activation process.

The huge size of the battleship can be clearly seen even in the most remote polar regions. For a while, the entire planet became a mess.

The shape of the ship parked above the orbit is rather weird, unlike any known imperial ship, it looks like a silver graceful giant shuttle, with blue-purple arcs flowing around it.

Since it does not belong to the empire, it belongs to the enemy, and the human empire is so universally enemy.

Although the social system on the Falla planet has degenerated to the feudal period, the knowledge left over from the colonial era of the empire still let the nobles know that such a huge ship can never appear alone, it must be the flagship of a huge fleet.

But even if the follow-up fleet has not yet appeared, the oppression of this flagship alone is enough to make people desperate.

This is not a force that a barren land like theirs can resist.

Reports were captured on the Governor's Mansion through various channels, and nobles from all over the country used the few ancient ships in the star port to prepare to escape. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to organize a team to effectively resist the invasion of the giant ship.

... In fact, he can still organize it. He can pull the group of believers of the state religion in the church to fight jihad.

However, Russell felt that it was a bit abstract for human beings to use their flesh and blood to fight against the giant Titan ships. They were not interstellar warriors, and they were playing death jump gangs.

At this time, he was not very afraid, but more relieved. The peace of the past 24 years made him tremble, and he even doubted whether this was the Warhammer Universe.

This doubt has disappeared today.

When he learned that the galaxy he supervised was about to be destroyed, Russell thought to himself, "This is the Warhammer~", so he hummed a little song from his hometown and prepared to meet his end with open arms.

Looking out of the window of the governor's office, some outlines of the huge ship could be vaguely seen in the sky.For some reason, Russell always felt that the look looked familiar.

"There are still some active defense satellites, let's take a look at what this ship looks like first."

Ignoring the army soldiers gathering outside the window, Russell returned to his desk and skillfully called up the monitoring interface.

Should it be said that the oil guys of the Mechanic Association are too powerful or something, these surveillance images sent back from the defense satellites built during the previous generation of planetary governors are actually quite clear, which perfectly reflects the consistent quality of the empire's durable manufacturing.

A total of 14 satellites sent back surveillance images from many different angles, and after processing, they finally synthesized a 3D stereoscopic image suspended over the round table.

The moment he saw this image, Russell was stunned.

If seeing the outline of a corner of this giant ship just made him feel familiar, the full view of the ship now in front of him completely shocked Russell.

The ship was more than familiar to him.

He even called his wife to the ship every day.

"Grey Wind?" Russell muttered to himself.

"It's me, Marshal."

What responded to him was a girlish voice that was too soft to be synthesized.

At some point, the image of the battleship displayed on the desk had turned into a girl with a human appearance. The attire and facial features were so familiar that he couldn't believe it.

The gray gu storm of the L star cluster, the aggregate of ancient nano-robots, the weird person dug out of the grave by himself, and... the governor of the core star field of the Human Federation: Gray Wind.

That guy traveled to the Warhammer universe with himself.

"How did you get here?" Russell clenched his sleeves unconsciously.

The 3D projected girl in front of her put her index finger on her lower lip and thought for a moment, then replied: "I don't know!"

"At that time, I was parked in the synchronous orbit of the federal capital and was responsible for protecting the galaxy where the etheric engine was located, but when the engine was about to start, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, there was already a piece of empty space around me."

The "federation" it refers to is the human federation controlled by Russell among the stars.

Having said that, Gray Wind smiled, as if he had figured something out: "Marshal, I think I was thrown out of the Milky Way by some kind of shock wave."

(End of this chapter)