Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 30
The storm swept away, and the circuits in the Dreadnought Mecha standing in front of the Flesh Throne were also disturbed by spiritual energy. The hydraulic claw on the right hand stopped in mid-air, and its decayed body froze unnaturally. The surface of the body occasionally flashed blue-purple electric current.

However, even in the face of overwhelming psychic pressure, this fearless mecha, which has experienced many battles, still raised its left hand with a heavy flamethrower, and pointed it at Russell who had never moved at the entrance.

The next moment, blazing flames engulfed the mysterious man in black robe.

The space marines who lost their mobility in the lightning storm also quickly recovered from the convulsions with their superhuman physique.Without any nonsense, they picked up the chainsword and bolt gun that fell beside them the moment they got up, and the double-headed eagle logo of the Empire shone with golden light on the side of the gun.

At the same time, Sister Silence and Chapter Master Mirak, who was holding a two-handed sword, had already rushed in front of Russell.

"In the name of the Emperor..."

They swung down their weapons.

In the raging flames, the hot temperature caused the black cloak on Russell's body to curl up a little. There was an invisible force field around him. The sword blades in the hands of Mirak and the Sister of Silence pierced the force field, as if they had fallen into a mud swamp. Not to mention causing damage to Russell, they couldn't even pull out their weapons.

Large-caliber explosive bombs were embedded in the air in front of Russell, and they did not detonate for a long time.

He felt helpless about the loyalty or brains of the space fighters: "In the name of the emperor, can you listen to what people have to say before copying them."

Russell knew that it was a bit unreasonable for Tang Ju to appear here, and it was only natural that he would be considered a heretic, but they refused to give them time to finish a sentence, and the copycats caught whoever was beaten, which was somewhat too extreme.

Forget it, since you can't communicate in words, let's change the way of communication.

With a flick of his fingers, Russell once again released a tyrannical lightning storm to completely wash the Throne Hall. The dozen or so black-armored Astartes who had just got up were knocked down by him again, but they still did not lose consciousness. Even though they were lying on the ground, they were still struggling to reach the trigger.

Russell felt that these guys were too loyal.

In front of him, the Chapter Leader Milak and the Sister of Silence collapsed to the ground. Among them, the Sister of Silence had the most violent reaction. She couldn't understand what was happening in front of her eyes. She was clearly an untouchable who could block psychic energy. Why was this mysterious psychic able to cast spells in front of her calmly and quickly.

Although the opponent casts simple and crude spells like psychic lightning that don't require skills, this unreasonable phenomenon still cannot be explained.

That vast and boundless spiritual power is just like...a big demon.

"I'm not a big monster, but if you strangle that orc to death, the thing lying on top of it will really become a big monster."

Russell casually took over the long sword thrown by a space warrior with the last strength. His body disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone. The next moment, he "flashed" in front of the Dreadnought.

Standing on the throne of flesh and blood, looking at the rust stains and terrifying sarcoids that appeared on the fearless mech due to unnatural aging, Russell marveled: "It is so deeply polluted that it can still act normally? It is worthy of being a fearless veteran. It is simply unspeakable loyalty."

"heresy…"

From the fearless mecha, there were bursts of low roars.

"Let's just say I'm not a heretic." Russell shook his head: "I quite like the Emperor, but what I like is the truth of the Empire."

As he said that, he let go of the right hand holding the handle of the Huntress Blade, and gently pinched with two slender white fingers the hydraulic claw on the right hand of the Dreadnought that was about to crush the head of the orc warlord...one of the claws, the heavy spiritual pressure forced the old fearless right hand to slowly hang down under his body.

After saving the life of the orc warlord, Russell said lightly: "I can understand your hatred for aliens, but the situation here is as you can see, the interior of the battle moon has been polluted by chaos, and it is the waaagh that gathers on this orc!!! The energy has been contending with it, so the entire battle moon has not been completely distorted."

Chapter Master Mirak struggled to get up from the ground leaning on his sword. Several think tanks looked at him one after another, and then nodded slightly, indicating that what the mysterious psyker said was true.

Russell pulled out the Huntress Blade, lightly poked the weird humanoid creature made of tree roots that held the orc warlord firmly on the throne of flesh and blood, and continued:

"'The Last Bao', is this the treasure you are looking for? I guess the emperor won't like this thing, its 'essence' has been polluted by chaos, if this orc dies, the waaagh shrouded in this place!!! The force field collapses, and Bao, who is completely out of control, will immediately fly up and become a 'big devil' favored by evil gods."

"The last Bao...is that the name of this treasure?"

"Well, that's right." Russell nodded: "It's called Bao, or Gurunuer... In short, this is the last surviving individual of an extinct race, known as the 'last Bao'."

Mirak's eyes moved slightly. From the very beginning, he only knew that "the orc held a treasure that the Lord of Humanity wanted", and there was only one abstract piece of information about this treasure, "has a huge vitality".

As for the nature of this treasure, even a living creature called Bao, he had never heard of it.

Russell ignored his doubts, and just looked at Mirak who just got up from the ground: "Chapter Commander, you don't want to see your brothers die here, do you?"

Milak understood his meaning more or less: "You mean, you can help us?"

"To be precise, it can save your lives." Russell said lightly.

While the two were talking, the Astartes warriors who had been lying on the ground before being struck by Russell's psychic lightning also recovered some mobility, and barely got up from the ground with all fours.

But this time, they didn't attack Russell immediately after getting up.

Because even for tough fighters like them, they have braved all the way to get here and set foot on such a dangerous place, the body wrapped under the ceramic steel power armor will inevitably develop many vicious abscesses due to the pollution of the warp.

But as the tyrannical psychic lightning flowed through their bodies, as if they had undergone some kind of baptism, these lingering malignant abscesses actually... disappeared by themselves.

Milak, who is the leader of the chapter, naturally also noticed this.He was confused, he didn't understand, he had never met this mysterious psychic, and he even labeled him a heretic and launched a fatal attack on him when they met for the first time...

"...Why do you still help us like this?"

"Because one day in the future, on a certain matter, you will give me some vital help." Russell tilted his head slightly, and said, "Because you helped me in the future, so now I will return your favor."

The favor owed in the future is now to be repaid.

It's not that Milak has never seen this kind of behavior, but most of those people are prophecy psykers who talk about it.

...It seems that this mysterious person is not only a powerful psychic, but also has the ability to predict the future similar to Alexei's prophetess.

For a moment, the image of Russell became more and more confusing in Milak's mind.

(End of this chapter)