Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 4 Choice
The Gray Gu carrier-based aircraft pierced the atmosphere and came to the synchronous orbit.

There are two gravitationally captured asteroids in the Falla orbit, which are called the first moon and the second moon by the Fallas who have a deep homeland complex, although they are actually much smaller than the real moon.

In terms of size alone, it is even inferior to the gray Gu mothership that Gray Wind incarnated.

The hatch of the mothership has been opened, and the carrier-based aircraft led Russell to avoid the garbage patch in space and enter the hangar.

As soon as the hatch was closed, Russell immediately heard Gray Wind's familiar soft voice:
"The Marshal came in without a word."

"Otherwise, you want me to sing you a song called "Little Rabbit Open the Door Obediently?" Russell was rather speechless at Gray Wind's teasing spirit.

"Of course I'd like to listen if you'd like to sing."

There was a hint of a smile in Gray Wind's voice, but the smile quickly subsided, and instead a plain and serious question appeared:
"What do you mean by lying to the humans on the ground just now? And...it's very strange here. I let the drone roughly scan the situation of this planet during the parking in outer orbit. I have to say, it's really strange."

It is obviously an agricultural civilization of the feudal aristocratic system, but it has a large number of products and infrastructure with a technological level that far exceeds the times. There are even many star ports hidden in caves and under ports, where interstellar ships that agricultural civilization can never build are moored.

Furthermore, the designs of those ships are completely different from those of the Human Federation or the United Nations of Earth in Gray Wind's memory, making it wonder, are these really human ships?
"How should I put it? Of course humans are humans, but not the ones you know."

Russell thought for a moment, and felt that it was better for him not to fool Gray Wind, so he decided to tell some objective truths.

"To be precise, this is a parallel universe that is roughly the same as our home, but different in every way; the main human force in this galaxy is called the Empire, which is currently in a period of decline; there is no conflict in the laws of physics. Of course, there are also psykers and virtual realms in this universe—this universe and its residents call it subspace; but the subspace here is much more terrifying than the virtual realm in our hometown..."

Russell briefly dictated his general understanding of the Warhammer universe to Gray Wind, and his mouth was a little dry. Fortunately, Gray Wind was considerate, and soon a nano-mechanical arm handed him a glass of water.

The carrier-based aircraft had already stopped in the hangar, and Russell was sitting on the wing with a water glass, looking around and inspecting the internal structure of the hangar, while waiting for Gray Wind to accept and digest the information.

After a long time, Gray Wind's voice sounded again: "Marshal, I want to go home..."

To tell you the truth, I also think... this Hammer Universe is not meant for human beings at all.

Russell silently drank the water in the glass, and the empty water glass collapsed in an instant, turning into countless nano-robots, sliding down the floor between his fingers, and disappearing.

Gray Wind's voice sounded pitiful and distressing, and he was suspected of being coquettish and miserly, but generally speaking, this reaction was within his expectations.

The main theme of the Warhammer universe is tragedy. It is difficult to summarize the tragedy in which there is not even a glimmer of hope in simple words.

"Before we find a way to break the boundary, we must first gain a firm foothold here and ensure our own safety."

Russell took off the ceremonial white robe that he was wearing. This thing looks holy, but it actually hinders movement.

He jumped off the floor with only his shirt on, and said, "Grey Wind, let's go and see the treasures you brought over."

"Yes, Marshal!" Gray Wind responded energetically.

So your pitiful appearance just now was really an act... Russell was speechless.

It took a moment for the hatch in the hangar wall to open as Gray Wind filled the corridor with gas.As a cluster consciousness of nano-robots, it does not need to breathe by itself, and the vacuum in the cabin is maintained all year round, but Russell is still a body of flesh and blood, which needs oxygen and simulated gravity.

He suddenly felt this situation, and muttered to himself:

"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak..."

"Gold and stone are perishable~"

Gray Wind answered his words briskly.

"Spiritual energy is ethereal."

"Quantum eternity!"

Russell smiled, 24 years of wandering in a foreign land came to an end here, and he finally had someone who could reveal a little bit of his true feelings to communicate with.

Although this exchange is still cloaked in false cloaks.

Through the opened hatch and into the corridor, Russell followed the guidance of Gray Wind to the resource warehouse deep in the hull.

His footsteps were a little heavy, because the simulated gravity provided by Gray Wind was based on the 1:1 standard gravity of the human federation home planet "United", which was similar to the earth.

And Falla, where he lived for 24 years, is much smaller than United in terms of size, and its gravity is also much smaller.

While walking, Gray Wind's voice rang in his ears again:

"Based on the current situation, I recommend that you thaw the dormant Sorin protozoa."

"We currently don't have the basic conditions for building ships, but as long as enough food is provided, the queen can breed a batch of powerful swarm fleets in a very short period of time, providing security for you, Marshal."

It paused, and then said: "As for the source of food, counting the entire population of the planet on Falla, it should be barely enough."

In fact, strictly speaking, as long as Gray Wind no longer maintains the current battleship form, and directly disintegrates into countless nano-robots, they can immediately have the highest level of industrial production capacity.

But that is actually tantamount to letting Gray Wind commit suicide. The limit for it to split itself is to make itself the size of a small army.

That was unacceptable to both Russell and Gray Wind.

From this point of view, the suggestion to get the swarm fleet after thawing the worms is undoubtedly very reasonable, the only problem is that this is the Warhammer Universe.

"Negative, we cannot use the swarm fleet for the time being."

"Why?" Gray Wind wondered.

"Because in this universe, there is also a swarm that is very similar to the Thorin protozoan in our hometown. They are called Tyranid swarms by the empire, or the Great Devourer. All creatures in this universe regard it as a deadly enemy."

Russell explained: "Once our behavior of breeding the swarm fleet is discovered by other forces, we will be besieged by all races in the galaxy, including the space necrons."

At the end, he added: "—In a sense, the power of the Necrons is not much weaker than the fallen empire we know, and in some respects it is even stronger."

For example, hair stripper epilepsy.

Gray Wind was persuaded: "I understand, Marshal, but you should have told me this important information earlier..."

If it had known about the Tyranid Swarm and the Necrons, it wouldn't have made the wrong suggestion about thawing out the worms.

Russell was also very helpless. There were too many forces and relationships in the Warhammer universe, and it would take too long to explain it all at once. He could only keep everything simple.

"About the detailed information and situation of this world, I will find time to talk to you in detail, and now we must hurry up."

Russell said, speeding up his pace silently: "The Queen of Worms is temporarily unavailable, but in order to unify the Falla planet as soon as possible and use the population here for my own use, I need to activate another treasure."

(End of this chapter)