Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Two beams of light, one in front and one behind, raced through the webway.

Ahead was a swarm of pitch-black drones that couldn't see the light of day. Behind them was an extremely long supply line. Giant combat bodies and heavy adamantine infantry tanks were rolling in with a torrent of steel. Reva Galen was riding a jet motorcycle. As Russell walked through it, he felt awkward all over his body.

It's so shameful to be incontinent in that situation...

Reva Galen couldn't imagine how his image in Russell's heart had collapsed.

If Russell knew what she was thinking now, he would probably say it was fine. I was teased by Gray Wind and showed more embarrassing postures, but he didn't know, so what Russell asked was:

"Riva Galen, do you know how a war can give people the most oppressive sense of frustration?"

"Hmm...lose without any resistance?" She replied softly, trying to think about the problem to distract from the discomfort of the soaked fabric in the armor clinging to her body.

"Not even close." Russell looked up at the swarm of drones that darkened the network tunnel and said:

"The most frustrating part of war is not the failure itself, but the fact that your strength is completely overwhelming the opponent, but you are hampered by the enemy's various strategies, unable to use your full strength, and finally lose before your eyes."

This is the most frustrating part and the blood pressure soars.

Reva Galen understood what Russell was saying - why is this not the case now? It is clear that the Federation has assembled a large fleet that can push Comoros evenly, but it was forcibly pinned down by a seal from the Dark Eldar. It has nowhere to use its power and can only rely on the torrent of steel to fight the most primitive ground battles and attrition in the webway. war.

"Does the master already want to end this long pull of the webway?"

"Well, it's over."

"Huh?" Reva Galen opened his eyes wide.

Russell held her waist and raised his head slightly, his cold gaze radiating through the fleet to the end, where the illusory network suddenly opened up, and the sky reflected the nine planets of the Ophelia galaxy like a mirror. A mobile war building that was larger and more gorgeous than the previous spirit bone fortress that blocked the road was rooted there, like a tall tower or an ancient tree, with dense branches swaying leisurely.

"I said, it's over now." Russell said softly.

"Lord, master...no, don't...please...don't do that..." Revagalen begged pitifully.

Before he finished speaking, the mirror reflecting the stars and celestial bodies over the wide network node went out, and in the darkness, something darker than darkness descended.

"After all, it's better for me to take a quick step forward." Russell breathed out softly, not knowing who he was talking to.

Under the dark mirror, the giant spiritual bone tree withered and withered. As Ophelia's node turned into a forbidden psychic land, the mirror between them also melted quietly like ice.

There was no fighting, no fighting, no torrent of steel and artillery fire, nothing. The war was over.

The Dark Eldar Archon 'Frask' who was responsible for commanding this battle failed to make an exit worthy of his status, and died in a meaningless obliteration together with the lowest-level modified war beasts outside the city wall. In a gorgeous fortress.

Skipping the stages of siege and siege, Russell fast-forwarded the progress bar of the Ophelia node battle to its fall.

This is only right and reasonable. Any delay of one more second will be considered as deliberate procrastination.

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In the real universe, which is separated by a veil from the Ophelia node, the master hovering in the orbit of the Ophelia star simultaneously observed the changes on the other side of the curtain.

Gray Feng glanced at the darkened mirror below, activated the propeller on the rear of the domination, and turned around to drive downwards.

"The node seal has been released. Settlement has begun."

Soon, the Overmind descended on the Ophelia Webway node, and Russell also returned to the Overlord to join Gray Wind.

Gray Wind began to prepare the next attack plan: "We should confirm the position of Comoros first. The situation in the Webway is complicated. Without a professional guide, it is easy to get lost in it..."

"That's not necessary," Russell said.

"Huh?" Gray Feng was puzzled: "What should we do?"

"Don't think, don't strategize, don't waste time, just fill the network with fleets." Russell said: "From now on, don't think about choosing the right one from several forked paths, put efficiency first - —We take all roads."

"But the resources consumed in this way are too..." Hui Feng wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Russell.

"It doesn't matter how many resources are consumed. I demand that Comoros be fast-forwarded to destruction in the shortest possible time at all costs."

"Oh..." Gray Feng had no choice but to agree, wondering if he had been stimulated by something?

From this moment on, the Order of Truth began a violent development of the Far Eastern Star Territory.

The efficiency of the matter decompressor in extracting resources from the black hole could no longer meet the needs of the frontline war that filled the webway. The monks began to use colossi to smash the planets and release swarms of nanoworms to eat up the scorching residue.

Transform stable stars into furnaces to smelt huge amounts of minerals at once.

Unstable stars are directly detonated, and the energy pulses generated during supernova explosions are used to batch analyze special crystals used to assemble laser weapons.

Every day, stars are lost forever from the galaxy due to over-exploitation. Every day, tens of thousands of warships go to the battlefield and plunge into the webway.

However, this kind of efficiency was not enough for Russell. It was as if the God of Death was chasing behind him, urging him to speed up the progress. His pursuit of efficiency had no limit, forcing the monks under his command to burn the starry sky even more crazily.

Years passed, and the vastness of the Webway system exceeded everyone's imagination. Even people as powerful as Gray Wind could not count how many battleships they had sent into the Webway over the years. There are countless fleets that have not returned.

No one knows how many stars the Order of Truth has detonated, how many celestial bodies it has drained, and how much of the starry sky has become permanently silent.

In the 030th year of the 40th millennium, the starlight in the Far Eastern Starfield finally dimmed to the limit.

In this year, except for a few inhabited star systems, there is no longer a single bright star in the entire northern star belt.

Also in this year, under the Federation's frantic burning of production capacity, the coordinates of Comoros were finally successfully locked by a destroyer formation.

"That's it." Russell said after Gray Wind sent another Titan battle group into the webway: "Inform the engineering department to stop shipbuilding. The battle is over."

"Is it over?" Gray Wind felt that he couldn't understand what he said more and more: "We just discovered the coordinates of Comoros, and we haven't started the official attack yet..."

"Discovery is destruction." Russell said: "The moment the coordinates of Comoros were exposed, it was destroyed."

As he spoke, Russell's body became illusory and he directly entered the webway through the teleportation spell.