Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 120
Through a short distance teleportation to the foot of the No. 3 central spire on the urban planet Embra, Gray Wind looked curiously at the servo skeletons floating around the spire like ghosts, and the human brain wetware embedded in each line node.

Russell wore a night-like black robe, covered his face with psionic mist, and walked forward together with Gray Wind. Their destination was the top floor of the steeple.

When he was the governor of the star field in the Human Federation, Gray Wind was resident on the "United" home planet that was transformed into an ideal city. The entire planet is a modern metropolis, with simple and beautiful road planning, quick and efficient resource deployment, and abundant housing. , a dazzling array of consumer goods, and entertainment and living facilities are readily available.Under the living standard of Utopia, every resident on the urban planet has a high degree of happiness, and the production efficiency has also been pulled to the top, and everything is thriving.

United is a vibrant planetary city, but Embra, built by the Machina Society according to the same design template, is completely different:
Roughly clothed slave laborers work day and night in the dark workshops. 98% of their labor income has to be paid as taxes.

In order to increase work efficiency, the robot will implant prosthetic organs such as robotic arms and exoskeletons for each of them. Naturally, the implantation surgery on the slave labor will not have any anesthesia, and it will always be accompanied by great pain and discomfort. low death rate.

According to Gray Wind's estimation, under such labor intensity, the workers will soon die from exhaustion—after death, their prosthetic organs will be immediately dug out and implanted into other new slave laborers, starting a new round of cycle ——Corps are naturally not wasted, but the recycling process is somewhat difficult to pass the review.

Such an inhumane production model makes Gray Wind, which is familiar with the human federation management system, unavoidably uncomfortable, but what it doesn't know is that after Alexei launched the Terra expedition and began to gather troops in the Nirvana star system, there have been empire colonies because of The defense was empty and was captured by the green-skinned orcs.Billions of refugees have escaped from various fallen worlds. The abandoned people either smuggled or rode rudimentary civil aviation spacecraft, wandering among the stars like bereaved dogs, only longing for a home.

Therefore, even if the mechanical gangs crush the slave labor inhumanely, there are still some people who want to stay in the Falla galaxy where the icon of the guide is watching. There is no way to be squeezed.

The psychic detector of the gray Gu mothership hovering above the orbit felt the suffering and numbness that filled the entire planet. Gray Wind obediently followed behind Russell, and the two walked into the tower together.

Standing on both sides of the gate are two Astartes monks wearing gorgeous red and gold color Seiko power armor and holding bolt guns. The blood drop badge on the shoulder armor shows their identities.Several of them are fighters from the "Crimson Upstart" of the Blood Angels' sub-group, and now they have sent a special team to protect the Emperor's prophetess.

"The Prophet awaits you at the top of the tower, Starstruck... sir?" said one of the Space Marines politely.

"Take me there," Russell nodded.

"Yes."

The four crimson upstart fighters quickly changed positions, surrounded Russell and Gray Wind in the middle, and the four stood in four directions, front, back, left, and right respectively, surrounded by the two of them, walked through the densely-packed corridor, and headed for the location of the teleportation device that went directly to the top of the tower. .

On the way, Gray Wind took Russell's hand and stuck to him, curiously sweeping his eyes over the four Astartes one by one. The armor on their bodies was very gorgeous, and the thorn patterns of roses were entwined with the bright red that symbolized the blood of angels. blood drop.The squad leader who talked to Russell just now didn't wear a helmet, and his shoulder-length golden hair hung down, which matched the gorgeous golden patterns on the armor very well. His facial features were so handsome that even a woman would feel ashamed.

"Are you dumbfounded? The heirs who inherit the blood of Sanguinius are all handsome, and they are responsible for the beauty in the Astartes." Russell joked.

The four fighters remained serious about the star bomber's praise, but their bodies unconsciously straightened up, and their marching steps became more orderly. It was obvious that they were very proud of their genetic father.

Gray Wind quickly retracted his gaze, and said in a low voice, "If you're talking about physical appearance, I think Marshal is the prettiest..."

Not long after, a few people came to the courtyard where the teleportation beacon was arranged. Before they got close, they could see the exposed dense gears, several slave laborers who were maintaining the equipment, and an apprentice pilot with a servant.The steps of the crimson upstarts are still uniform, escorting them steadily into the envelope of the teleportation beacon.

"Where do you need to go? Honorable Brother Astartes." The apprentice pilot bowed humbly and asked.

"Top floor." The captain said seriously.

"As you wish."

After the short but polite exchange ended, the pilot changed his humble attitude and urged the slave workers to complete the line maintenance as soon as possible.

Gray Wind looked at the gorgeous and elegant Seiko power armor and tall and mighty figures of the crimson upstarts, and at the tattered rags and dry arms of several slave laborers, two of whom hadn't even Adult adolescent teenager.Suddenly, an inexplicable and strange feeling appeared in its matrix thinking.

Sensing Gray Wind's strange mood, Russell said lightly: "He is already happier than 99% of the people in the empire."

"Ah, this..." Gray Wind didn't know how to respond for a while, but he seemed to have a deeper understanding of what the marshal said before, "The human empire has long since perished"?

In the awkward atmosphere, the teleportation beacon was activated, and the milky white light engulfed the bodies of several people and sent them to the top of the steeple.

"Marshal, haven't you thought about changing anything in the past?" Gray Wind quietly transmitted these words into Russell's brain in the form of electrical codes.

"How should I put it? Although the people of the empire are genetically far from the humans I know, they can only be regarded as a humanoid creature with the same origin as humans... But if I don't have any empathy for them, that is Fake." Russell muttered silently, holding Gray Wind's hand tighter.

Gray Wind was a little curious: "Then, why?"

Russell smiled: "Because in the final analysis, I never liked the empire, I just have a good impression of the emperor. I don't have the self-identity as a citizen of the empire, and I don't owe them anything morally. Naturally, I have no position to interfere with the human empire. internal affairs."

The Empire has never been a noble thing, this rotten regime is just a tool used by the Emperor to liberate mankind.

Except for a few believers who stubbornly believe that the star bomber is the incarnation of the emperor, many imperial institutions, including the Inquisition and the Mechanic Society, don't think of him as one of their own. If they want to be the savior of the empire, they may not be willing to accept it Not to mention salvation, it is easy to be bitten back and labeled as heresy.

Going forward like a licking dog and working hard for the happy life of the people of the empire without asking for anything in return, why bother?

"Hmm..." Gray Wind understood the logic quite distressed.

During the exchange between the two, the crimson upstart had sent them to the door of the Yunding lobby at the top of the minaret.

Escorted so far, several interstellar warriors had no intention of continuing to go in. The team leader unlocked the genetic identification lock of the Genting lobby with his own biological code, and then led three team members to guard the door together, watching the bullets. Star and Gray Wind entered the door one after the other.

Walking in the door, the first thing you see is the glazed dome of the Yunding lobby. Through the dome, you can directly see the pale pink atmosphere and the magnificent orbital star ring.

There were two people standing under the dome, and the white-haired woman who covered her body with only a white robe was Alexei.The body twists and twists like a mechanical centipede, and the one in the red robe of gears is the technology sage Spangler.

The two were discussing something, and seeing Russell coming, Alexei stopped talking and bowed his head: "You are here."

Her manners are impeccable, and her voice is gentle and soft, which makes people feel good.

This appearance should not be the emperor... not necessarily?
Russell adjusted his mentality and walked in front of the two with Gray Wind, greeted Alexei and Spangler separately, and then asked: "Let's get straight to the point, Ms. Leiput, why are you looking for me? "

"It's like this. I'm preparing for an expedition to Terra. Due to the special nature of this expedition, I foresee that the road ahead will be difficult and dangerous, so..."

"So you transferred all the Astartes battle groups and most of the naval fleet in the star area around Espernes, and let the green skins wantonly kill the people of the empire?" Russell's voice was as calm and dead as a pool of stagnant water.

Alexei clenched her hands slightly in shame, but she didn't look away because of guilt. She stared at the mist flowing under the hood of the star bomber with her blind eyes, and said in a straight voice:

"This expedition is to send the construction template of the L-star gate to Terra. You should know what this means to the empire. What our warships carry is the fire of the future of mankind. We must bring the fire to the sacred Under the throne of the gods of Terra, dispel the long night that has tortured mankind for tens of thousands of years."

Alexei clasped his hands tightly, with pale golden spots of light running down the corners of his eyes like tears: "In the face of the salvation of all mankind, no sacrifice is too great to be acceptable, including sacrificing myself, Your Excellency the Starbuster."

Russell nodded: "It's good that you have such awareness."

He cast his eyes on Spangler, who was hesitant to speak, and asked, "So, what kind of help do you want from me? And, what price can you pay for it?"

"Warp Drive! Your Excellency Star Bomber!" Spangler blurted out. After realizing his gaffe, he quickly forced himself to calm down. The electronic lung in his chest moved greatly, making a whistling sound.

Alexei smiled apologetically at Russell, and then said: "I believe you also know that this expedition has been under the watchful eyes of the four gods of chaos from the very beginning. Once the fleet jumps into the warp space, what awaits us will be a battle." A subspace storm of unprecedented scale... Therefore, we hope to rent a few high-speed battleships equipped with warp-speed engines from you, Your Excellency."

Obviously, the female prophet knew through some channels why the armed scientific research fleet of the Order of Truth could still arrive at the Flare Galaxy earlier than the fleet of the Order of Mechanics even though it departed later.

When she said this, she was very disturbed, and Spangler also carefully observed the mood of the star bomber, fearing that her presumption would anger him.

After all, such a stable shipboard physical superluminal engine must be extremely precious even to ancient existences such as the star bombers, and they are already psychologically prepared to be charged sky-high prices.

"How many Astartes battle groups did you gather for this expedition?" Russell asked without the slightest anger: "How do you plan to send the stargate's construction template to Terra?"

"Seven chapters have assembled in Nirvana, and another six chapters are on their way. It is expected that a total of 7 space warrior chapters will eventually be assembled."

Alexey replied truthfully:
"Holy Terra is located in the western part of the galaxy, and we are in the easternmost border of the galaxy. This expedition needs to cross 2/3 of the galaxy. The journey is long and rough, and there are evil gods."

"So I plan to mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized on the Far East Frontier, so that each battle group will carry a copy of the stargate template backup and rush to Terra. No matter what difficulties and obstacles we encounter on the way, or how heavy losses we suffer, as long as there are even A battle group, a branch fleet successfully arrived at Terra, and they can successfully send the fire of hope to His Majesty the God Emperor."

"And I will personally participate in this 'fire transmission'."

Alexei's tone is serious and solemn. Obviously, she is not the kind of cowardly person who hides in the rear and kidnaps others with righteousness. In order to carry out the emperor's will and pass on the hope of mankind, the living saint of the emperor takes the lead .

Russell thought for a while, and said silently: "13 battle groups? Interesting..."

"Your Excellency, you?" Spangler couldn't help but want to speak out, but was immediately interrupted by Russell.

"I can provide you with 13 queen-of-glory-class battleships equipped with warp-speed engines, and refurbish and upgrade the flagships of these 13 warbands and equip them with warp-speed engines-as long as you can accept some heretical biotechnology " Russell said lightly.

"W-what?!"

The technical sage only felt as if his head had been hit hard, and he began to wonder if he was in a fantasy in a dizzy state, but the beating of the mechanical heart reminded him that the electrolyte pressure had exceeded the standard and he needed to control his emotions up.

Alexei suppressed the excitement in her heart. She pressed her hands on her chest, and her breathing became a little short. She was not as enthusiastic about technological products as the Mechanic Adeptus, but she also understood how great it was.

It is undoubtedly unexpected that the bombers are willing to give them such strong support.

So what is his reward?Can you afford it yourself?
"I am grateful for your generosity, Your Excellency the Star Bomber." Alexey said softly, "What do you want us to reward you?... With all due respect, it is very difficult for me to find items of comparable value and You exchange, but if it is His Majesty the God Emperor, he must be willing to pay a huge price for it."

"If you want to pull the emperor's face, let's get to Terra alive first." Russell said unhurriedly: "I don't expect you to give me equivalent material rewards. What I want is something else."

Alexei became more and more confused: "What exactly do you want?"

Russell smiled faintly: "Far Eastern Frontier."

(End of this chapter)