Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 59 Fuel
"You seem to have some misunderstandings about this signal tower, such as mistakenly thinking that it blocked your subspace witchcraft?"

"Or, are you more curious about why I can use psychic power normally here?"

Russell squatted next to the head of the Immutable Priest, looking at his staring eyes and half of his face dripping with blood, and felt that it might be inconvenient for him to answer his own question now.So he answered his doubts on his own:

"Contrary to your preconceived impressions, that—that three-legged tower, its function is not to shield the influence of the subspace, but to increase psionic power. You can understand it as a psionic amplifier that can amplify psionic signals and amplify the effects of subspace spells."

The eyes of the Immutable God Priest turned to look at the top of his head, and Russell thoughtfully moved his position so that he could better see the various sophisticated mechanical structures at the bottom of the tower.

With the hard work of Gray Wind, a large number of wires hanging from the tower were connected to the Seeker with extremely high efficiency. The installation work of this signal tower is nearing completion.Russell is still introducing various information about the tower to the immutable priest who can't speak:

"As you can see, this signal tower is a creation of alien technology, but not entirely. In my former country, a substance called 'Zero dust' was discovered in archaeological excavations. This is the ashes left by a psionic alien race named Zelo after burning itself."

"Ze Luochen has an extremely powerful and unstable chaotic power, and the way we tame this power is—" Russell raised his finger and pointed to the three-legged signal tower above his head: "Build it."

Starbase Building: Zelo Storm Projector

"By burning Zeluo dust, we can use this signal tower to artificially create a psionic storm on the scale of the star system, hindering the detection of this place by the outside world, and any subspace navigation targeting the vicinity of the Falla star system. For those of you who have taken refuge in chaos, this thing should be very familiar. Now it is generally called: subspace storm."

The psychic mist covering Russell's face squirmed slightly into a vague smile because of his smile, which looked hideous and terrifying in the eyes of the Priest of Unchanging.

It is the power of a god to set off a subspace storm... There is a strange shape that can master such great power?

No, no, the storm projector is only fueled by the ashes of Zelo's alien. What really makes people touch the realm of God is the advanced spiritual technology contained in this technological facility itself.

The Priest of Unchanging was horrified in his head. He knew too well how terrifying an artifact capable of setting off a subspace storm would be under human control, because at this moment, in the turbulent flow of the subspace, the fleets of the Sons of Change and their allies were rushing towards Falla.

The invasion of the Sons of Change is just a prelude. The servants of Chaos are licking their minions in the shadows, waiting for the imperial fleet staying in Falla to be severely injured in the chaos and wait for an opportunity to launch a deadly offensive.

If this mysterious person successfully activates the "Zero Storm Projector" and wraps Falla in a man-made subspace storm, then even the Chaos Fleet, blessed by the evil god, would have a hard time breaking through the storm to invade Falla.

Without the support of the follow-up Chaos Fleet, the Imperial Fleet will have ample respite, and the Sons of Change who are scattered everywhere will surely suffer a devastating blow...

"Wrong? I didn't want to keep your companions out, it would be too cheap for them." Russell saw through the mind of the Immutable Priest at a glance, and said, "I plan to activate the storm projection after the Chaos Fleet enters Falla, and trap them all in this purgatory cage tailored for them."

Shocked by this remark, the warriors of the Sons of Change writhed violently on the ground, making turbid hesitations in their throats. The Immutable Priest also stared at the mysterious man squatting next to his head with wide eyes, burning with anger and pain in his eyes, expressing a sentence: "Your fleet is already in civil turmoil. Even if I die here, Chaos will win."

"I didn't expect your friendship to be so deep. I'm really relieved." Russell chuckled nonchalantly. In the main control room, the scattered wires had been tidied up, and the installation of the Zelo Storm Projector was completed under Gray Wind's meticulous and efficient work.

Next, as long as Ze Luochen is put in and ignited as a consumable, a small man-made subspace storm will be born.

But this universe does not have the existence of the Zelos, and naturally there is no Zelos to burn the psionic dust they left behind.

"That's why I kept you from killing." The psychic mist on Russell's face slowly squirmed into a gentle and friendly smile.

He stood up and clapped his hands lightly, and the technicians who had finished their work gathered around him one after another, and then their bodies collapsed into countless nano-robots, each of which restructured into three gray winds with the appearance of adult women with long silver-white hair.

"Creating an artificial storm requires the consumption of Zelo dust, and I can't find Zelo now." Russell said with some regret. A gray wind wearing an imperial judge's costume and a rose knot hanging on his chest came from Russell to the Immutable Priest. One in each hand, he picked up two Sons of Change warriors who had been dismembered into human sticks.

Immediately afterwards, Gray Wind, who was cosplaying as a prophetess, and Gray Wind, who was dressed as an Orthodox nun, also picked up two Sons of Change, and the three of them walked to the core of Zelo's storm projector.

An emotion called despair rose from the heart of the Priest of Unchanging, but the burning anger failed to make him perform a medical miracle, grow hands and feet, and give Russell two punches.In this universe, miracles are generally associated with the Warp, and on Russell's side, there wouldn't be any Warp influence.

"Ze Luochen, in the final analysis, is the essence left by a psychic race burning itself. You know, we humans are also a psychic race that is awakening."

Russell watched with great interest as Gray Wind brought the Sons of Change into the Zelo Storm Projector, and then said: "Actually, it would be better if we could use the Eldar as fuel. After all, they are the real natural psychic race, but it's not impossible to use your brothers as inferior substitutes. They are also psychics."

In the final analysis, they are all firewood, the only difference is whether it is burned or not.

If you don't burn it, then throw in more.

On the floor of the main control room, Priest Chang looked up at the sky and gave up thinking.

In these short ten minutes, he received too much information, which subverted his inherent cognition too much, and the unexpressed anger and despair tortured his nerves all the time.

He never imagined that the empire held such a terrifying alien artifact, let alone the tactical plan he made according to the guidance of the Lord of Changes, the troops invested in the invasion of the star base of the Seeker, and even his own soul...

All of these will eventually become the fuel to drive the Zelo storm projector to set off a turbulent wave and harvest the vitality of chaos.

During his prayers and divinations to the Lord of Change, he did not get any information about this mysterious person and this alien artifact. They all seemed to appear out of thin air.

What kind of absurdity and foolishness is this?

(End of this chapter)