Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 83 Commission
"You got the focus of the battle wrong from the very beginning, Second Company Commander." Gray Wind said with Russell's appearance and voice: "Our goal was never to severely damage a certain advance detection team of the Eldar, but to destroy the entire Ark of Fordora fleet."

The combat deployment of the second company commander of the Iron Wandering Soul is indeed safe. After the ambush troops wipe out the landing team of the Eldar, the entire planet will be used as a strategic depth.

For the Ark Spirit Race with low reproductive ability, each individual Spirit Race is a precious treasure. Ambushing a few squads of Spirit Race to death with one hand and then running away can indeed disgust each other severely, and make the world of Fodora's Ark very painful.

However, Russell's plan for this war was never to bite and run like a hyena, but to swallow the enemy whole like a python.

"I understand what you mean, your goal is very ambitious. But...we don't have the strength to achieve that goal." The second company commander said in a deep voice: "We only have one battleship. Even if the Ark of Elysium's single-body performance is strong, it will appear to be alone in the face of the entire world of Ark Fodora."

The ship specification of the battlecruiser is still a cruiser. Even if Russell freed up a lot of space to stuff as many combatants as possible before departure, it was barely enough to set up an ambush on two habitable planets.

"Everyone, follow me." Russell said suddenly.

In the control room of the battleship, everyone looked at the star bomber who suddenly spoke, and saw him stand up from the cockpit, turn around and walk towards the door.

Alexei didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately followed, and the rest of the group also followed the pace of the prophetess. The group left the control room, and went to the core hangar set up on the keel frame of the battleship with Russell.

The monks of truth who were waiting here unlocked the genetic identification lock of the core hangar for them. As the door opened, the heartbeat of the great sage Coster also slowed down.

It wasn't until this moment that he really understood why Russell refused him to move Muspel's Titan Legion onto the Ark of Elysium.

"I agree with the proposal of the second company commander. We should set up an ambush in the galaxy, but we should not invest all our strength in this ambush."

The star bomber turned around in front of the gate. Behind him, thousands of Cybercleans battle bodies had been lined up in the hangar. Countless optical sensors lit up at the same time at this moment, like bloodthirsty wolves opening their eyes in the dark:

"Because my strength is much more abundant than you imagined."

There are more than [-] galaxies in the Lost Dream Nebula, even if each galaxy has habitable planets, Russell is fully capable of laying enough Titan power in each habitable point.

Before leaving Nirvana, Russell made the next plan. He transferred all the carrier aircraft on the Ark of Elysium to the Oracle of Truth.The space vacated accommodates all Cyberlux combat units in the sister ships.

In other words, there is not even a single carrier-based aircraft on the Ark of Bliss.

This is very detrimental to the space and sea battles that may be encountered next, but Russell still made such a choice.

There are still four days until the Bliss Ark reaches the first galaxy.

The great sage Coster led the technical priests to seize the time to familiarize themselves with the performance of the Cyberlux combat body.

The soldiers of the second and third companies of the Iron Wandering Soul also stayed in the hangar, and many of them will temporarily act as Titan pilots—these cyberlux battle bodies have been modified and will no longer be controlled by Gray Wind's sub-process.

And Russell, accompanied by Alexei, came to a tightly sealed prison.

The Fudora spirits who were tortured to death by the blood lion of the judge before were barely able to survive with various life-support equipment.

"Not long ago, your companions used psychic weapons to sneak attack on Nefer's orbital dock. One of my battleships was parked inside. I suffered from the lack of subspace resistance and suffered heavy losses-but there will be no next time."

Russell said softly, and gently tapped his slender and fair index finger on the brow of a male Eldar warrior:

"I will ignite your life and turn it into the energy needed to activate the spiritual shield and help us defend against your people."

In the soft words, the psychic flame ignited from between the eyebrows triggered a series of carefully calculated chain reactions in this natural psychic creature.

Russell ignored the hatred-filled eyes around him, and ignored the soul-deep pain that the Eldar individual in front of him was suffering until it was reduced to ashes in the flames.

Finally, a small pile of crystal clear and beautiful dust gathered in Russell's palm.

"Both the quality and the quantity are very good. It is worthy of being the psychic race supported by the ancient saints; the psychic dust of the Ada Spirit Race should be much more burnt than the ashes of the Sons of Change... although it is still not as good as Ze Luochen."

Russell felt the majestic spiritual energy contained in the dust in his hand, and used his other hand to ignite the remaining Spirit Race individuals one by one.

"So besides supplying the artifact that can set off a small warp space storm, is there any other use for this kind of dust made from psionic creatures?" Bernardita, who was guarding the prison door, mustered up her courage and asked tentatively.

"This is a good thing. It is the purest and cleanest spiritual energy." Russell said with a smile: "This battleship is equipped with a spiritual shield with a damage-bearing capacity far exceeding the void shield of the same specification, and a spiritual invisibility field that can hide the trace of the battleship. Like the storm projector, spiritual energy is required to activate these advanced devices."

Bernardita seemed to think of something, and before she could ask, Russell went on to say:
"Berna Tita? I know that you have served as a judge in the Espernes sector for many years. You are well-informed and have extensive contacts. So, after this operation is over, I have a commission for you."

"Tell me." Bernardita immediately agreed: "As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best."

"Very good." Russell nodded, and continued:

"I need to use your network to spread a message—that is, the star bombers are asking for high prices for psionic dust burned by Eldar individuals."

"Whether it's advanced weapons and equipment, or the precious STC left over from the dark age of technology, or even the artifact that can set off a subspace storm... Titans, interstellar warships, psionic equipment, power armor made of fine gold, purification technology that isolates chaos pollution...all the precious things you can think of, as long as you give enough Eldar dust, you can buy them from me."

"As for the price...do you see those Titans parked in the hangar? The dust obtained by burning a young and middle-aged Eldar can be exchanged for an entire Titan battle group. That is, three mechs."

"I need you to spread the formula of psionic chain reaction together with this news. The wider the range, the better. But remember..."

"I only want the Spirit Race, and I don't accept any form of shaming."

Russell finished his request, and all the alien prisoners locked in the prison had been reduced to ashes.

The star bomber had no expression on his face, and even had no facial features, but Bernatita felt that he was smiling for no reason, which made people shudder.

"I see." Bernardita lowered her head.

On the fourth day after entering the Nebula of Lost Dreams, the Ark of Elysium activated the psychic invisibility field and began to approach the edge of the first target galaxy.

(End of this chapter)