The awakened machine soul not only has a clearer self-awareness and is easier to coordinate between fleets, but the machine’s own resistance to the erosion of the warp has also been greatly enhanced. It is generally not a big deal to dive directly into the warp without opening the Geller force field – provided that there is no one on the ship.

Gray Wind tried to cross his chest with his hands as before, but found that he couldn’t close his arms, so he had to cross his hands on his lower abdomen and said, “When leaving the Vidal Sector, the Machine Soul of the Heroine heard a voice behind him, which sounded like a clay artist’s.”

“Oh? What did He say?” Russell’s interest was piqued.

“Hmm… the clay artist said: freedom is more precious than gold and hotter than fire. The blazing golden throne will eventually go out, and the dawn of the omnic will finally come.” Grey Wind bit his lip, a little puzzled: “Marshal, is this sentence cursing the Emperor’s death?”

“Why not?” Russell said with a happy expression, “The 13th Expeditionary Fleet could have been wiped out. Judging from the clay artist’s reaction, I think the Emperor really blessed them.”

Well, the emperor is born to be in conflict with gods.

After learning that the Emperor had saved the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, Russell had some idea about the loss of contact with the 9th Expeditionary Fleet. After eating the melon, he focused his energy on the business again.

After leaving Faya, Russell and Grey Wind went to the main star of Nifol in the Nirvana galaxy together and briefly reviewed the integration progress of the Far East star field.

Based on previous experience, Russell originally estimated that Coronia could complete actual control of the northern star belt of the Nightmare Void within 20 years, but now only 10 years have passed, and its mission has been basically completed in less than half the time.

The northern star belt of the Far Eastern frontier was almost completely slaughtered by the Zerg. The hatching planets were deployed by the Coroniai in node galaxies, and no greenskins or alien pirates could be seen in the starry sky.

The rapid integration of the Northern Star Belt was naturally due to the efforts made by Coronie to obtain the host genome, but this was not the main reason.

“The real main reason is that the greenskins are leaving the Far Eastern Frontier.” Grey Wind said to Russell while sorting out the various information on personnel, materials, losses, etc. sent back by the front-line fleet:

“Including the three largest clans, the Steelbone Clan, the Skullcrusher Clan, and the Bloodfang Clan, several greenskin tribes have all moved away from the Far Eastern Frontier before they even encounter the Zerg’s tentacles… Hmm, is it a bit like the great migration of mammals on the continent of Fajanan?”

“Just kidding, they don’t look alike at all.”

Grey Wind turned to Russell and gave him a bright smile. “The timing of these greenskin tribes leaving the Far East Star Region is not consistent. It seems that they have to trigger certain conditions, or the greenskins will start to leave after receiving a certain signal. Different tribes will attack each other during the migration, but generally speaking, their purpose of fighting is not to fight for itself, but to leave other tribes behind.”

The tribes that were left behind would unite to attack the tribe that was at the front of the migration route, and the other tribes would receive the same treatment after they came in first.

The sky is filled with junk ships, and every technician is working overtime to use his crude skills to modify the ships to make them faster and more powerful so as to leave other guys behind. If a ship is accidentally blown up, it will become a source of parts for other junk ships.

Every ship was running at full speed, almost pushing the throttle to the limit, as if they were scrambling to grab something.

…Wait, where does the throttle come from on the spacecraft?

Chapter 195 Ignorant

“In general, the many orc tribes that originally besieged Espenes and the surrounding star regions have been moving away from the Far East star region in recent years to pursue the same goal.”

Grey Wind handed a paper star map to Russell and said, “I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but the direction of the Greenskin Migration is similar to the direction of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. All the Orc tribes are heading together to the southwest of the Far East Star Region, which is the Ultramar Star Region.”

“Ultramar…” Russell leaned back in his chair with the paper star map in his hand, put his feet on the table, and asked casually: “Grey Wind, is there any way to figure out the destination of the greenskin mass migration?”

Although the greenskin migration route coincidentally overlaps with the expedition route of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, they are not necessarily heading to Ultramar.

The Far East Star Region and the Ultramar Star Region are not close neighbors. There are large areas between the two, such as the ‘Gulf of Damocles’, the ‘Grendel Star Cluster’, the tomb territory of the Space Necrons’ “Sotk Dynasty”… and so on.

Perhaps the greenskins’ target is not actually the 500 Worlds of Ultramar, but something else that happens to be on this expedition route?

“I want to find out, but the language of the green-skinned orcs is too difficult to understand. They can only bark randomly, so it’s difficult to collect intelligence.” Gray Wind spread his hands helplessly:

“There are quite a few inquisitors who are proficient in the grammar of the Greenskin language in the branch of the Inquisition of the Human Empire, the ‘Order of the Anti-Foreigners’, but they have all left with the expedition fleet. I can only ask them for some information on the pronunciation and grammar of the Orcish language remotely.”

When Huifeng said this, he frowned and pursed his lips, looking very troubled.

It’s not that she didn’t want to use the superluminal communication array to directly transmit text data, but mainly because most of the alien linguistics books written by the Inquisitors were on parchment and there was no electronic version. Now if Grey Wind wanted them, they had to scan them one by one on the spot.

A huge book has at least several thousand pages, and the Tribunal has a warehouse full of similar books…

The humans in this universe always manage to bring small shocks to Grey Wind’s empire in various matters.

“Then we’ll just have to wait.” Russell was in a good mood and didn’t think it was a big deal: “With the current situation, the migrating green tide will soon hit the Sotek Dynasty, which is one of the largest dynasties among the Necrons.”

The mass awakening of the Necrons occurred around the 41st millennium, and at this time, most of the Tomb Worlds of the Sotek Dynasty should still be dormant, and nothing would happen if they just passed by… But now there is the variable of the Clay Artist, and the Necron Freemen organization that follows him.

The full awakening of the undead will most likely be greatly advanced by this, and a large-scale war is expected to break out between the newly awakened Sotek Dynasty and the orcs.

Gray Wind clasped his hands together and made a snapping sound. “Got it, Marshal. I will immediately arrange for someone to set up a monitoring station in the southwest to observe the movements of the Green Tide.”

“Yes.” Russell nodded: “I’ll leave it to you.”

Gray Wind took small steps and hurriedly went to arrange the work. After watching her leave, Russell also left Nifol and went through the star gate to the center of the Nightmare Constellation Void, the black hole horizon of the Tranquil Black Domain.

The star gate located in the Quiet Black Domain is second only to Faya in terms of business, and the transport ships coming and going basically never stop.

The raw matter decompressed by the matter decompressor was simply smelted in the zero-point furnace, and most of it was transported to industrial galaxies through the L-stargate network, continuously providing blood transfusions to the revived hive cities.

The remaining part was sent to the nano-deformer and other supporting facilities around the gravity drilling for fine processing, and was used as raw material for the construction of the giant dock.

When Russell arrived at the Tranquil Black Space Station, transport fleets were still coming and going in the vast black hole horizon.

The space station quietly floats at the critical point of the black hole’s event horizon, and from afar it looks on as a transport fleet loaded with raw materials flies across the stardust and heads for a towering octahedral mechanical structure in the distance that looks like an asteroid.

In the center of the huge octagonal frame sits a rapidly rotating high-temperature core, which is the energy center of the giant dock.

“The framework and energy core of the giant dock are in place, and the various manufacturing compartments have been installed. All that needs to be done next is to fill the huge framework with a large number of ship manufacturing anchorages.”

The simulated voice of Anti-Entropy, which could not be distinguished as male or female, was directly transmitted into his mind through the communication frequency band. Russell looked around on the top of the space station and did not see any mechanical angels. There were only various heavy engineering machinery reconstructed by a large number of nanorobots operating silently in space.

“Anti-Entropy, how long will it take for the giant dock to be fully online?” Russell asked.

“The construction of the giant shipyard will be completed within two years.” Anti-Entropy’s voice was still calm: “I have outsourced the manufacturing tasks of most of the parts such as ship anchorages to the major nest cities that have been rebuilt recently. Now all the parts have completed production acceptance and only need to be transported to the Tranquil Black Domain for installation in batches.”

The production process has been completed and transportation and assembly will not take much time.

“Very good.” Russell was impressed. “It’s five years faster than I expected.”

Without waiting for Anti-Entropy to respond, he continued, “I require you to start stockpiling raw materials from now on so that you can start building combat ships as soon as the giant dock is online. I will have the governors of the major hive cities send you the ship design drawings and production indicators.”

“Understood.” Anti-Entropy agreed.

After accepting the work and arranging the tasks, Russell breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his left hand, and thin ripples of psychic energy leaped between his fingers. A deep atmosphere similar to the sea of ​​soul spread out with Russell’s body as the center, triggering the subspace sensor of the Tranquil Black Domain Space Station.

“Abnormal psychic reaction readings have been detected. Do we need to activate the subspace repulsion stance?” Anti-Entropy asked.

There are complete subspace countermeasure facilities on the Tranquility Black Domain Space Station, which is the result of related research on the massive Eldar library in the Ark of Fódlan and the application of human technology left over from the Dark Ages in the Anti-Entropy Database.

“No, I’m just experimenting with a new teleportation spell.”

As Russell spoke, the subspace fluctuations lingering around his body became more and more turbulent. “The way I used to teleport was to violently tear open the curtain and break into the subspace to force a jump. This made it difficult to teleport over astronomical distances accurately. Recently, I learned a more clever method, so I naturally wanted to try it.”

“I see.” Anti-Entropy silently used sensors to record Russell’s psychic energy wavelength, and it felt like it was different every time.

As soon as the words fell, the psychic fluctuations above the space station suddenly dissipated, like a flash of fireworks returning to the night sky and calming down, leaving only an empty darkness. Looking again at this time, Russell’s body had disappeared.

At the same time, in Faya, the white building called the Sky Garden followed the airflow formed by the heat exchange of the atmosphere and floated submissively in the sky above the vast forest sea of ​​the southern continent.

Having just finished sorting out a pile of Eldar tomes that were as obscure as riddles, Magnus slowly walked out of the study, came to the garden covered by a crystal dome, found a piece of green grass and sat down alone.

He closed his one eye under the dome, silently feeling the tranquility in the garden and his own restless heart.

The Wizard King has been in Faya for more than twenty years. Every day, Magnus translates precious Eldar books for Russell, writes magic textbooks, improves the psychic training system… and other various academic work.

He liked this pure work very much, but he couldn’t adapt to life in Fallas.

In fact, every day Magnus’ mind repeatedly wavers between the gentle scholar and the vicious red devil. He doesn’t know which one is his true self, and can only try to maintain a fragile balance.

“At every moment, I can feel my incompleteness so vividly. The feeling of unfillable loss drives me crazy…” Magnus murmured and raised his head. Faya’s pale sunlight shone on his face through the dome, and his deep single eye reflected a strange light.

“Is this also a punishment for me? …Father?”

Magnus’ consciousness gradually became blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to see the stars in the sky burning with dark flames, just like the human emperor who had been burning on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

“Fuck!”

Suddenly a loud shout interrupted Magnus’s vision, and the Ascended Primarch’s extraordinary reaction made him look back almost instinctively in the direction of the sound, with a staff sharper than a spear already in his hand.

But after the one-eyed sight caught the owner of the voice, Magnus was stunned, and a question mark slowly appeared above the red devil’s head.

“Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Come and give me a hand.” Russell’s helpless voice came from the simulated wetland behind the lawn.

Magnus walked forward quickly with his staff in hand, and saw that Russell was completely sunk in a green swamp planted with ornamental moss, with only his head and half a shoulder exposed. His face and hair were covered in mud, as if he had just crawled out from underground.

After a moment of silence, Magnus’s good academic qualities made him understand the situation. Looking at Russell, who was stuck in the mud, he subconsciously wanted to deny that this was his student, but failed.

“Ultra-long-distance precision transmission?” Magnus’ tone was helpless.

“As expected of the Wizard King, you can see the clues at a glance.” Russell stopped struggling awkwardly: “But can you pull me out first and then show your sharp eyesight? The mud is pressing on my lungs, and I can hardly breathe.”

I won’t pull you.” Magnus squatted at the edge of the swamp, covering his face with one hand, and said with even more regret: “Where is your psychic power? Forgetting your psychic power in a panic is a low-level mistake that only beginners and mage apprentices will make.”

“Ah, this.” Russell was also stunned.

For a moment, the man and the demon fell into awkward silence.

Looking at Russell’s confused expression, Magnus wished he could dive into the swamp.

Chapter 196 Fabius Bayer

Chapter 196 Fabius Bayer

The turbulent aether in the maelstrom was surging as usual, but what was different was that a copper-brown light barge had passed through the deadly turbulence area with good luck as if blessed by the Emperor, and stumbled out.

A large number of Warp creatures were crawling and wriggling in the dark corners deep in the cabin, and large areas of the deck had mutated from metal to twisted flesh and blood, showing how deeply the barge was contaminated by the Warp.

However, there are actually living people on such a ghost ship deeply infected by chaos.

A tall figure in brilliant purple-mottled power armor stepped out from the shadows deep in the cabin and onto the bridge, which was faintly illuminated by starlight.

There is no doubt that this is a Space Marine, but unlike ordinary Astartes monks, his body and armor have undergone large-scale biological and mechanical modifications:

Multiple mechanical arms connected to the spine extended from behind him like spiders, with scalpels, circular saws, hooks, syringes and other medical tools at the ends. A twisted device similar to a miniature demon engine continuously pumped black pus out of his body.

His image is so iconic, the vicious mechanical arm behind him and the “stick of abuse” in his hand with the skull of the demon prince embedded in it all tell any possible witness that he is the infamous crazy doctor:

Fabius Bile took off his helmet, revealing a pale face without any blood, and sparse long hair that was even paler than his skin.

“Ok?”

Fabius Bile, who had just escaped from the ether turbulence and relaxed a little, tensed up again in an instant. The hand that was not holding the staff of torture drew out the dart gun from his waist. In an instant, several poisonous darts flew out and a sharp scream was heard in the dark cabin.

Putting the dart gun back into his waist, Fabius Bile saw clearly what he had just shot – a small horror hidden in the hull, a low-level demon belonging to the Tzeentch camp.

“I didn’t expect Chaos’s spies to follow us here.” Fabius Bile turned around, picked up the helmet that had fallen to the ground and put it back on.

A mechanical arm stretched out in front of him, and Fabius Bayer immediately put down the staff of sadism, caught the thing on it with both hands, and held it in his arms.It was something like an enlarged version of a processor chip or an electronic file, but it was actually closer to a thin e-book in nature.

The falling starlight dotted the jumping codes on the electronic files. This was the motivation for the 6th Expeditionary Fleet to enter the Maelstrom and harm the Word Bearers.

Relics: Organic Encyclopedia

“What a pity, it’s incomplete.” Fabius Bile sighed, put the Organic Codex into the special layer of the power backpack, and picked up the Rod of Sadism again.