Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 58 Dismantling
Taking a deep breath, the Immutable Priest pressed all the doubts in his heart into the barrel of his gun, now is not the time to ask the truth.

If the alien creation in the shape of a three-legged signal tower is the reason why this place is disconnected from the subspace, then the next goal of the Sons of Change is very clear.

The Immutable God Priest believed that the rest of the Sons of Change scattered at the eight entrances and exits had the same tacit understanding as him. Even at this time, he was still willing to give these brothers whom he denounced as insects the trust they deserved.

In the main control room, a group of white-clothed technicians didn’t seem to notice the opening of the eight doors at all, and they also turned a blind eye to the alarm sound from outside the main control room. They just continued to complete the work in silence, with a meticulous and dedicated look like a demented machine servant whose frontal lobe was dug out.

But servitors don't have such neat clothes.

The backup energy system of the Seeker Star Base has been restarted, and all security facilities and defensive firepower in the base have recovered from the paralysis, and the actions of the Sons of Change have begun.

Dozens of gunshots sounded from eight directions at the same time broke the order of the main control room. The Chaos Astartes team used the bolt gun found in the Imperial Armory to complete this volley. When the last bomb shot out of the gun chamber, the Changing Sons who had lost the blessing of Chaos and became weak without even changing the magazines discarded their guns and rushed into the main control room with their staffs in their hands.

They broke into this orderly construction site together with the raindrops of bombs. Their goals were extremely clear. The trajectory of the bombs fired in salvo and the vigorous pace of the Astartes all pointed to the center of the main control room:
——The main control computer array of the star base of the seeker, and the three-legged signal tower connected to it.

In seekers whose defenses have been reset, creating chaos is their only chance of survival.

But as the Sons of Change began to take action, an unexpected scene happened: they left the door and rushed into the room. Immediately, the eight entrances and exits of the main control room were automatically closed at the same time, turning the place into a cage.

Before the Immutable God Priest realized what this meant, the scene in front of him frightened his mind again: the large number of large-caliber explosive bombs fired from their gun barrels a moment ago did not complete their original path, and the bullets hovered in the air two meters away from the computer brain array, as if embedded in an invisible spherical wall.

"Force shield? No... There is no suspicious equipment nearby, and this master control room is still under construction... Psionic shield? How is that possible?"

Under this alien creation that can isolate the influence of the subspace, there are still people who can use psionic energy?
Immutable God Priest, who realized that the situation was wrong, immediately wanted to turn around and take his brothers to escape. Even going head-to-head with the automatic defense system of the Seeker Star Base was better than staying in this weird trap.At least I can die and understand.

"It's hard for me to expect you to come here, so don't rush to leave, okay?"

A gentle but cold voice fell to the ground along with the bombs embedded in mid-air, and the sharp eyes of Priest Immutable immediately caught it. A strange figure in a pitch-black robe, whose face under the hood was completely covered by mist, appeared in the main control room like a flash.

Appearing with him, there is also a large-scale spiritual lightning that surged across the entire master control room.

Russell, who planted trees in Falla every day, was not without progress in psychic power. Although he still had no way to learn many new skills, his mastery of existing skills was more refined. For example, like now, when he got down on the ground with a single electric shock, he did not damage any high-tech equipment around him.

Several technicians who were arranging the cables put down their work and turned to the Sons of Change who were knocked to the ground by the electric shock. Before they recovered from the convulsions, they quickly removed the power backpacks on the sons of Change with their unusually nimble hands and feet.

Without the full set of ceramic steel power armor powered by the power pack, it is not a small burden even for the powerful body of the Astartes.

And these technicians wearing fully enclosed work clothes are clearly of ordinary human stature, but their strength is incredible.The pair of weak hands that seemed so slender to the Astartes took off their power packs, and then forcibly removed the witchcraft helmets with long curved horns on the heads of the Sons of Change.

"Space Marines' salivary glands secrete acid, Gray Wind—take their tongues and jaws off," Russell reminded softly.

"Yes, Marshal." Every white-clothed technician present responded at the same time.

They used their knees to press the Sons of Change one by one under themselves, their slender but violent hands forcibly opened their clenched teeth and put them into their mouths, and then with a puff, they tore the space warrior's jaw, together with the entire tongue, down alive.

Dripping blood spewed out from the carotid arteries, and serious injuries that were fatal to mortals failed to kill these vigorous Astartes, but only made the red and blue power armor on their bodies more red.

The situation at the gate was slightly different. Relying on his strong physique, the Immutable Priest recovered from the convulsions caused by the psychic lightning faster than the other Sons of Change.

With no power pack to power him, he punched the technician in white who was reaching out to him with pure physical strength.

What followed was the sound of metal shattering, and the heavy punch of the Immutable Priest smashed the technician's helmet and skull to pieces, but failed to kill him.

"Please don't get in the way of my work."

Kneeling on one knee in the shattered head of the technician on the chest of the Immutable Priest, an electronic voice without a trace of emotion came out: "Cooperate well, it will be less painful that way."

The electronic sound fell, and there was severe pain, and the lower jaw and the entire tongue of the priest who did not change were torn off by it.

The power pack, the helmet, the mouth, and then, the heart.

These technicians composed of nano-robots are dismembering the vital organs of the space warriors in a smooth manner, just like a fully automatic machine for slaughtering livestock in a slaughterhouse, faithfully and efficiently completing the tasks assigned by the marshal.

In less than half an hour, 45 fully armed Sons of Change space warriors were dismantled into human sticks without limbs and jaws, and their vital organs were removed in sevens and eights. They were neatly placed on the floor of the main control room.

However, even after this situation, they still did not die.

Because the marshal's request is to make them lose their threat, not to kill them.

In the main control room, more technicians are still doing boring debugging work for the three-legged signal tower overhead.

Russell walked slowly to the immutable Priest who was speechless and squatted down, not caring at all about the blood on his cloak on the ground.

"You're curious why I didn't kill you, right?"

Russell said in a friendly tone with a smile: "Because I really want to see how Tzeentch, who fooled others, was fooled."

(End of this chapter)