Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

At the end of the star torch, in the halo zone on the edge of the Milky Way, there is a small galaxy called "Faya".

Due to its small size, small population, remote location, and lack of resources, the Falla Galaxy was able to avoid the war that spread throughout the galaxy, and has been existing silently in this uninhabited border area as if it did not exist.

Russell was born in this remote country where even the empire's tax department forgot to collect taxes.

When he opened his eyes on the soft delivery bed, the first thing he saw was the statue of the kind-hearted emperor hanging on the wall of the delivery room.

A chill of despair rose behind the newborn baby, who already understood exactly where he was now.

The Warhammer Universe, a fucked-up universe full of monsters and monsters, has always been ranked in the top three of the list of "works that least want to travel to the past", and even often tops the list.

In such a desperate universe dominated by chaos, extremes, violence, and terror, Russell felt that there was a high probability that he would not survive the day he learned to walk. He would go bankrupt upon opening and liquidate upon registration.

If it were simply a matter of death, the worst possible outcome would be to reopen, but there are evil gods in this universe, and those who are unlucky will not even be able to live in peace after death, and their souls will be pulled into the subspace to endure eternal torture.

However, as a space opera lover, the moment before he traveled to the Warhammer universe, he was actually playing with the stars.

That was an archive that chose to become a natural disaster. The human federation controlled by Russell built an ether phase engine in the Deneb galaxy that could burn the galaxy. When the mouse clicked on the startup option, the engine started, and the archive was settled, Russell lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already on the delivery bed.

Does this have anything to do with it? Russell didn't know. But it turns out that his luck is actually very good.

He was born in a frontier galaxy that was isolated from the rest of the world. Although the resources here were scarce, the technology was backward, and the system had regressed back to the feudal period, it had been protected from war. Although he was poor, at least he was living a decent life.

Russell's identity here is the son of the planetary governor. He is said to be a governor, but in fact he is no different from a feudal noble.

He didn't mind waiting to die on this little broken ball that didn't even come to mine for mining. After all, the people of the empire were in dire straits per capita, and at least the living standards of the ruling class were pretty good.

After living like this year after year, Russell successfully took over the position of planetary governor from his father who died of illness when he was 24 years old.

It was also on this day that the peaceful life came to an end.

A huge space battleship sailed out from deep space, rushed into the Falla galaxy, and stopped in the synchronous orbit of this small asteroid.

It hovers in space like a third moon.

Russell received the news almost as soon as he received the governor's official seal. The defense satellites in the planet's atmosphere that had been in disrepair for a long time were activated and put into alert state, and some were short-circuited and scrapped during the activation process.

The huge size of the battleship could be clearly seen even in the most remote polar regions. For a moment, the entire planet became a mess.

The ship parked in orbit has a rather strange shape, unlike any known Imperial ship. It looks like a silver and graceful giant shuttle, with blue-purple arcs flowing around it.

Since it does not belong to the empire, it belongs to the enemy. The human empire is the enemy of the whole world.

Although the social system on the planet Falla has degenerated to the feudal period, the knowledge left behind by the empire's colonial era still lets the nobles know that such a huge ship will never appear alone, and it must be the flagship of a huge fleet.

But even if the follow-up fleet has not yet appeared, the oppressive feeling of this flagship alone is enough to make people despair.

This was not a force that a barren land like theirs could contend with.

Reports were sent to the Governor's Mansion through various channels. Nobles from all over the country were using the few ancient ships in the star port to prepare to escape. Under such a situation, it was impossible to organize a team to effectively resist the giant ship. Invasion.

...In fact, it can still be organized. He can draw the group of state believers in the church to fight jihad.

However, Russell felt that it was a bit abstract for humans to use flesh and blood to fight against the Titan ships. They were not Space Marines, just like the Death Jump Gang.

At this time, he was not very scared, but more of a sense of relief. The peace in the past 24 years made him tremble with fear, and he even had some doubts about whether this was the Warhammer universe.

This doubt disappears today.

When he learned that the galaxy under his supervision was about to be destroyed, Russell thought to himself, "This is Warhammer~", so he hummed a little tune from his hometown and happily prepared to meet his end.

Looking out the window of the Governor's office, the outline of the giant ship could be vaguely seen on the horizon. For some reason, Russell always felt that the look looked a bit familiar.

"There are still some movable defense satellites. Let's take a look at what this ship looks like first."

Ignoring the army soldiers gathering outside the window, Russell returned to his desk and skillfully brought up the monitoring interface.

It should be said that the oil guys of the Mechanical Society are too good. The surveillance images returned from the defense satellites built during the previous generation of planetary governors are actually quite clear, which perfectly reflects the consistent quality of the empire's manufacturing. .

A total of 14 satellites sent back surveillance images from many different angles. After processing, a 3D stereoscopic image suspended above the round table was finally synthesized.

The moment he saw this image, Russell was stunned.

If the outline of the giant ship he saw before only made him feel familiar, the full view of the ship now displayed in front of him completely shocked Russell.

The ship looked more than familiar to him.

He even called his wife to the ship every day.

"Grey Wind?" Russell muttered to himself.

"It's me, Marshal."

What responded to him was a girl's voice that was too soft to be synthetic.

At some point, the battleship image displayed on the desk had turned into a girl with a human appearance. Her attire and facial features were so familiar that he couldn't believe it.

The gray goo storm of the L star cluster, the ancient nanorobot aggregate, the weirdo dug out of his grave, and... the star governor of the core star field of the Human Federation: Gray Wind.

That guy traveled to the Warhammer universe with him.

"How did you get here?" Russell's hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his sleeves.

The 3D projection girl in front of her put her index finger on her lower lip and thought for a moment, then replied: "I don't know!"

"I was parked in the synchronous orbit of the federal capital and was responsible for protecting the galaxy where the etheric engine was located. However, when the engine was about to start, I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, there was nothingness around me."

The "Federation" it refers to is the human federation controlled by Russell among the stars.

Having said this, Gray Feng smiled, as if he had figured something out: "Marshal, I think I was thrown outside the galaxy by some kind of shock wave."