Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 172 Father and the Emperor

After communicating with the "sage" about his future plans, Russell's attitude towards the Lord of Humanity also came to a bottom—that is, His bottom line seemed unusually low.

The emperor can tolerate himself enslaving swarms of insects as biological weapons, and he can also accept that Gray Wind, who is a micro-mechanical gestalt consciousness, closely follows the star bomber, and even the bloody cleansing of the death stalkers seems to be inspired by him behind the scenes .

The Emperor was willing to pay any price as long as the template for the Stargate's construction could be delivered to Terra.

Knowing this, Russell's trip was not in vain.

The saint calmly accepted almost all of Russell's proposals, and it was not until he was about to leave to make the next preparations that he suddenly offered to stay.

"Star flicker," He said, "What are you going to do about my son?"

"Magnus?" Russell thought for a moment: "What, you want me to send him to Terra to meet you?"

The saint shook his head: "The Wizard King has fallen too deep and there is no room for redemption. Thousands of years ago, I made the final decision with my stupid son underground in the palace of Terra."

It turns out that I’m not here to ask for anyone. I thought you were going to take him back to squat on the toilet... Russell breathed a sigh of relief: "In that case, why do you suddenly care about Magnus?"

"I..." The saint was silent.

Russell looked up and saw a look of hesitation on Alexei's calm face. It was hard to imagine that such a hesitant expression would appear on the Emperor, a human being who sat on the golden throne and endured tens of thousands of years of torture. Lord——’s face.A bit naughty to the point of being a mother-in-law.

Fortunately, this woman is not my father, otherwise it would be so bad.

After hesitating for a long time, Russell more or less understood what he meant.Gray Wind wisely exited the council chamber. The next moment it exited, the saint's spiritual energy covered the entire hall, isolating the inside and outside.

"Can we talk now?" Russell asked.

"...Yes." The saint nodded slowly, and said with some difficulty: "Recently, a taboo technology that can ignite the lives of psionic races and purify psionic potential into powdered psionic energy has begun Spread from the Far Eastern Frontier to all parts of the Extreme Star Territory.”

Psychic chain burning formula?Russell frowned, as if he knew what he was going to say.

"At the beginning, the chain burning technology that was circulated could only be used against the Eldar and was ineffective against other psychic races. However, due to the sudden increase in the demand for psychic energy, the burning formula for human psykers was quickly recognized. The scholar deduced it in reverse." The saint's voice was as calm as ever: "I have read the principle of psychic chain burning. This technology is highly compatible and is equally effective for almost all psychic races - as long as it is based on The soul traits of different races make some key variable modifications to the formula."

"So in theory, as long as enough research is done to improve the formula, even the Primarch who ascended to Demon Prince can be burned into crystal dust containing a huge amount of spiritual energy." Russell joined hands together: "Are you worried? This? Are you worried that I will burn Magnus?"

"He is my son, even if he took the wrong path." The saint's tone was still calm, so calm that it didn't sound like the voice of a living being: "I don't object to you ending his life. He deserved it. But I...I implore you, Star-Slinger, to at least grant Magnus's death some final dignity."

Russell smiled with relief: "I have no bad taste in insulting the defeated general, and contrary to what you think, I will not kill him."

"..." The saint seemed a little surprised. He raised his head and cast a slightly doubtful gaze on Russell.

"Magnus is one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, and he is also a psionic scholar with profound knowledge, and I - you know, I know nothing about psionic spells." Russell spread his hands: "If you It would be best if you could teach me about witchcraft and magic in person, but that is obviously impossible. In this case, it’s not a bad idea to settle for the second best, right?”

The saint opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.After a long silence, He breathed a sigh of relief: "The time spent collecting and studying with the Thousand Sons in the Milky Way was the happiest time in Magnus' life... The beautiful past has been shattered. Fortunately, his knowledge can Help you."

The knot in his heart was untied, and the saint's mentality became much more relaxed.

Before leaving, Russell asked him again: "Do you want Magnus to come here to see you? The ship imprisoning him is parked in the orbital dock."

"No need, Star Baller, no need." The saint shook his head: "Use his knowledge well, this is my only request."

"I will."

After saying goodbye, the burning golden flames in Alexei's eyes gradually extinguished, and the violet eyes were beautiful and clear.

The prophetess politely sent Russell, who turned away, to the top of the spire, and watched him and Gray Wind board the dock and leave - the truth monks brought by Russell did not go with him, and these people would be divided and deployed by Alexei.

As the Starbuster defeated Khorne and Tzeentch in the warp, the entire Far Eastern Frontier was extremely peaceful for a long time.

Whether it's the rampant cult activities or the occasional small-scale chaos attacks, they are almost extinct, and even the green wave of orcs that surround the Esbenes sector and constantly attack the city is not so waaagh!!!

In the last years of the 39th millennium, Espernes ushered in a rare moment of peace.

The Order of Truth and the Order Mechanicus worked overtime during this precious peaceful time, building new weapons and maintaining old weapons. One Valkyrie after another came out of the factory brand new and was quickly sent to the last few Astartes Chapters.

Because the Truth Monks themselves have to go on an expedition with the army, they will inevitably face the threat of Chaos in person while collecting intelligence along the way. This time they leave their hometown for a long trip, but there will be no star bombers ready to come to the rescue.

Therefore, in addition to the regular Eldar Banshee troops, it is necessary for them to build a self-defense force against Chaos.

Based on the "Mechanical Angel" designed against entropy, the Order of Truth suspended all research projects at hand and devoted all its energy to the debugging and mass production of the "Scholar" mobile armor that was still in the experimental stage.

The "Scholar" type mobile armor is constructed with an all-adamant gold frame and is covered with fully wrapped individual zero-element armor to provide physical defense that can be called the Wall of Sighs.

The power of the Singularity Reactor built into the mobile armor is much greater than the conventional model used by the preacher who has been transformed into an integrated prosthetic body. It is enough to supply a variety of heavy weapons and heavy bodies - even if no weapons are used, one equipped with a single soldier Even if Lingsu's mobile armor only charges forward with bare hands, the damage caused will still be devastating.

The "Scholar Type I" mobile armor's firepower, defense, battery life and other functions are all close to perfection. The only shortcoming is that its too large size will inevitably cause some loss of mobility, and it is relatively poor at High-intensity roaming combat.

Moreover, due to the lack of various sacred rituals unique to the Adeptus Mechanicus during the manufacturing process, there is no such thing as a machine soul in the Scholar Type I mobile armor, and the built-in combat auxiliary AI's resistance to subspace pollution is also somewhat questionable.

The problem of flexibility can be alleviated to a certain extent by mixing it with other arms. It is unrealistic to expect one mecha to perfectly cope with all situations.

As for the resistance of mechs to subspace pollution, the Order of Truth solved it in a different way:
The pilots of the Scholar Type I mobile armor are all "untouchables" who can isolate themselves from the influence of subspace and psychic energy.

This soulless army, armed to the hair with fine gold and zero elements at all costs, is the vanguard prepared by the Order of Truth to deal with Chaos.

(End of this chapter)