Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

It was a dark night in the Northern Continent with its back to the stars. Russell entered the Governor's Mansion and returned to his bedroom as usual. The Battle Sisters team followed him into the bedroom as usual to prepare for the night vigil. However, they found that the Governor had no intention of resting today.

Russell just pulled out a little silver-haired maid from his bedroom who had been squatting there fishing, and then dragged her all the way to the governor's office.

"Yuan...Mr. Governor, what's wrong with you?" Hui Feng sat on the sofa in front of the office desk and looked at Russell with a puzzled expression.

It was fishing well when it was suddenly pulled up.

"This is hard to explain. Anyway, come and draw a picture for me." Russell said.

"oh……"

Gray Feng didn't ask any more questions, and obediently went to get a pen and paper and put it on the table.

The battle nuns who followed Russell into the office were loaded with guns and ammunition. They looked at each other and watched the master and servant stay up most of the night, staying up late in the office drawing pictures.

Russell did not have any painting skills, so he was only responsible for dictation, and Hui Feng did the writing part.

But as they dictated, the Sisters of Battle realized something was wrong.

They became very interested in the painting that Hui Feng was painting, but due to their duties, they did not ask. They just stood aside silently, their curious eyes occasionally glancing at the pen tip in Hui Feng's hand that was constantly rubbing the paper.

Gray Feng's painting skills and efficiency were impeccable. After completing these three-dimensional drawings with different angles as quickly as possible, Russell didn't waste a moment. He took Gray Feng and the drawings he had drawn and immediately went out to Falla. Go to the newly built cathedral.

The Archbishop of Esbanese has condescended to stay here and preach to the devout believers.

The Anglican priest in the church received Russell very solemnly, which was the bishop's wish.

Governor Falla is the spy of the Star Destroyer. This fact is basically known to the high-level officials who participated in the Prophet's Conference. Even the senior archbishop couldn't help but wonder when Russell visited him late at night: What does the Star Destroyer want? What did you say to yourself?

So he asked his nuns to put expensive tea and desserts on the table, preparing to have a long conversation with Russell...but he saw Russell pushing all the tea and desserts on the table aside, making room for them, and spreading a layer of tea and desserts on top. A magnificent and beautiful picture of the starry sky.

The background of the scroll is Falla, and the protagonist in the center is a giant statue with his back to the starry sky. Even if only one side of his face is shown, the devout bishop can recognize the identity of this giant at a glance: the Emperor.

The Emperor in the picture is not wearing his iconic golden power armor, but is wearing scholar-like robes and a hood.

The human emperor dressed as a scholar walked barefoot in the starry sky. His left hand held up what seemed to be a lantern, lighting the way for those behind him.

"The name of this painting is: The Guide."

Russell held the table with both hands, looked into the bishop's eyes, and said: "In the near future, the main gate of the L-Star Gate will be built in the Falla Galaxy. I think it is impossible that such an important facility will not attract the attention of the enemy, and even some The risk of encountering a large-scale invasion by chaotic forces."

Russell lifted the scroll on the table and continued: "In addition to preparing enough troops and fleets to be ready for battle, we also need a grand enough ceremony to promote the emperor's great deeds, so that Falla and the Star Gate can work together Blessed and protected by the Lord of Mankind.”

His words were high-sounding, but the central idea was very simple - the main gate of the L-Star Gate must be the central hub of all networked galaxies in the future. Countless people's eyes are focused on Falla. If not to promote the state religion here, where else could it be? ?

The Archbishop was moved by his impassioned banner. At this moment, he lowered his head and looked again, and saw what kind of lantern was held in the hand of the emperor's "Guide" icon.

That is clearly the L-Stargate.

Russell wanted to equip the L-Star Gate with a huge emperor icon as a supporting facility, or a figure base.

In this universe, nothing is more resistant to the erosion of Chaos than the icon of the Emperor worshiped by believers day and night.

The main structure of the L-Star Gate is divided into upper and lower parts. Between the two force field generators is a spherical space-time that is bent and twisted. The overall visual effect is indeed a bit like a lantern, which is easy for the emperor to hold in his hand. There is no sense of inconsistency. It's just that this lantern is a bit big, and the corresponding statue of the guide must also be built very big.

The archbishop's expression is serious, but his calm eyes are burning with enthusiasm. The significance of this spectacle is too great, whether it is religious significance or political significance, its significance is too heavy...

The grand plan and beautiful design hand-painted by Gray Feng have completely captured the Archbishop's heart. He is convinced that as long as he can complete the "Guide" icon with his own hands, he will surely be famous in church history.

But while he was excited, the archbishop was also a little worried.

There is naturally no technical difficulty in building a statue, but even a simple task will become as difficult as climbing to the sky after reaching a certain scale. What's more, when building such a wonder in space, the difficulty of the project increases sharply, and many variables must be considered. If the statue of the God-Emperor was bumped or lost its hand by a passing comet in space, it would not be just an ordinary political disaster.

Russell knew about this thing, but it would definitely not be possible to complete it with the help of the state religion. They would definitely have to turn to the Mechanicus for help in the end and ask the oil guys to help design and build it.

Due to the dire relationship between the two religions, Russell felt that the Archbishop would definitely shed a lot of blood on this matter. For example, the Adeptus Mechanicus had been coveting the various high-tech holy relics collected and enshrined by the State Church for thousands of years. The lion will definitely take this opportunity to open his mouth...

But that wasn't something he should worry about.

Russell was only responsible for giving out the plan and had no intention of participating in the specific implementation. After he handed over the design drawings, he immediately left the church and ran away, returning to his loyal bedroom with Gray Wind.

Normally at this time, there would be a mountain of government affairs piled up in front of the office desk, and there would be no time to sleep. However, since the end of the Prophet's Conference, vigorous large-scale infrastructure construction has begun in the Falla galaxy, and people from all walks of life are here to participate in the grand event. , full of vitality.

Contrary to this lively atmosphere, Russell was the most leisurely at this time.

After negotiating the stationing of the war group, he directly handed over all the core powers in his hands to the Fire of Penance war group stationed here, as well as the administrative team from Esbanese. Basically, he has emptied himself into the position of governor. The governor who is popular among the people is now basically a sinecure.

From Esbanius's point of view, Russell's voluntary surrender of power was a very wise act of self-preservation.

But Gray Wind knew that the marshal simply wanted to fish.

Russell has never regarded Falla as his base, nor does he care about power struggles. His real focus is elsewhere, a place that no one can notice.