Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The heavy spiritual pressure imprisoned Gonzalez in place, unable to move. Magnus walked forward slowly, his twisted body and fallen soul still carrying the calm scholar's demeanor, and the one eye on his face exuded an ever-changing brilliance.

Perhaps because of this, he was able to find his way in this ever-changing maze.

A Thousand Sons wizard pulled out the crescent staff from the chest of the loyal warrior he killed, and then followed up, intending to help the original body execute the stubborn 3rd company commander.

"Stop." Magnus stopped the heir's actions.

Just as the rest of the Thousand Sons warriors cast puzzled glances at Magnus, Ahriman suddenly stepped forward and broke Gonzalez's left hand with the black staff in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a grenade that had not yet been fired rolled to the ground from the palm of the 3rd company commander.

Ahriman bent down to pick it up, and while looking at the exquisite skull relief on the surface of the grenade, he said: "The holy skeleton grenade contains a large amount of the so-called remains of saints... It is very effective against chaos."

Magnus did not get angry, but laughed, although there was no trace of a smile on his abstract face.

"You partially broke free from my spiritual confinement just by relying on your will. You tried to detonate the holy skeleton grenade at close range and died together. It is very childish, but worthy of praise... You are a very good warrior. According to the will of the Lord of Changes, I should keep you. One life.”

Magnus spoke calmly and took the key to warehouse No. 8 from Gonzalez’s left hand:

"We have reached a deal with the God of Blood and the Lord of Skulls. He will provide us with powerful military assistance. As a reward, the Lord of Changes will give him the most powerful warrior on this battlefield as a gift."

"I recognize your will, feel honored."

The polite voice of the Red Devil slowly faded away, and an extremely strong sense of sleep entangled Gonzalez's soul like a vine coiling on a giant tree, dragging him into a deep sleep.

After handing the sleeping Gonzalez to Ahriman's care, Magnus turned around and activated the key to open the door of Warehouse No. 9 disguised as Warehouse No. 8.

Because it is hidden in the mezzanine between the two warehouses, the space behind the door is very limited. It is not very wide, but very deep. The already tight and small space is densely covered with lines and stasis field generators of unknown purpose. , imprisoning something in the center of the warehouse.

It was a cubic black iron box with a side length of about 1 meter. The six sides of the iron box were printed with the skull symbol representing human purity - but there was no imperial double-headed eagle - and the Holy Spirit written in "Low Gothic". Words and poetry.

Why Low Gothic? Magnus was a little curious.

Low Gothic is a derivative version based on High Gothic. In a sense, it can be regarded as the universal language of the human empire;

But in fact, the Low Gothic spoken in each imperial colony has varying degrees of localization, with multiple dialect types represented by "Fenrisian" and "Medusa", and the resulting pronunciation Differences and ambiguities further make communication troublesome,

Therefore, imperial bureaucrats and nobles often use the more "pure" and "pure" original High Gothic as the official written language, and regard it as a necessary skill for the upper class; the hodgepodge of Low Gothic naturally became "Untouchable language".

If the Adeptus Mechanicus wants to seal a dangerous piece of technology or STC, they will most likely engrave a large number of sacred binary codes on the seal; the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition will use the Holy Word of the Emperor written in High Gothic, or It's a fairy tale.

Poems written in Low Gothic to seal forbidden items are rarely seen even by the learned Wizard King.

"This grammar seems to be Fenrisian..." Ahriman recognized the Low Gothic language on the black box.

Suddenly, the emotions of the Thousand Sons wizards who were still conscious in the cabin became subtle.

Fenris, the home planet of the Space Wolves. This planet has such extraordinary significance to the Thousand Sons Legion that just hearing the word makes them involuntarily feel angry.

"The poem mentions 'All-Father' and 'Ruth', which are the Space Wolves' names for the Emperor and the Primarch. That's right. The seal on this black box was set by the Space Wolves." With his profound knowledge With his knowledge, Ahriman quickly deciphered the content of the poem carved on the black box.

Magnus had finished the interpretation before him, but he would not explain it to the Thousand Sons like Ahriman did.

“The poem records a covert operation of the 20th Legion in the early days of the Great Crusade; the Space Wolves, under the personal leadership of ‘Wolf King’ Leman Russ, attacked a hive planet that had been semi-transformed into a demonic world.”

"For the Empire, this world that has been too deeply infected by Chaos is hopeless and has no redeeming value. However, under the order of the 'All-Father', the Space Wolves still devoted their entire regiment to this already... During the attack of the half-demon world whose name was erased..."

"The course of the war was ominous. In the end, the Wolf King obtained a certain item in the demon world, declared victory in the operation, and led the wild wolves to withdraw to Fenris."

"The Rune Priests of the Space Wolves, under the instruction of the All-Father, sealed the forbidden object brought back by the Wolf King, and the Emperor personally gave it to the Dark Angels for safekeeping."

There is no need for Ahriman to explain what happened next.

Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, promulgated the Codex Astartes, and the Dark Angels Legion was divided into Chapters... at least in name. This black box was handed over to the Death Stalker Chapter for safekeeping.

An interesting point is that most of the other forbidden weapons handed over by the Emperor himself were stored in the "Monolith" Fortress by the Dark Angels parent group; this item captured by the Wolf King himself was kept by a sub-group.

There is a certain element of dislike for Ruth in this.

"Is it an item that was taken back from the demon planet by Russ himself and now attracts the attention of the Lord of Changes, driving me to recover it?" Magnus's one eye narrowed slightly, his curiosity has been aroused. .

"What a coincidence~ I also really want to know what's inside."

"Who!" The moment the outsider's voice suddenly sounded, the Thousand Sons wizards reacted extremely nervously. The Scarlet Letter Warriors who were cleaning up the corpses of the Death Stalkers suddenly jumped up and pounced on the sound like frightened beasts. coming direction.

With no time to recite any incantations, all Thousand Sons sorcerers, including Ahriman, chose to attack as quickly as possible using thermal weapons.

The Wise Legion, which was composed entirely of psykers, was unexpectedly sneaked into such a close distance without anyone noticing... There was no way that the Thousand Sons could endure such a humiliation in front of the Primarch.

However, their quick reaction and ferocious offensive had no effect. The Scarlet Letter Warriors lost power one by one as they flew forward, and collapsed to the ground like machines with disconnected networks, unable to move anymore.

The hellfire bolts fired from Ahriman's blessed muzzle also stagnated in the air and eerily dissipated on their own.

While all the Thousand Sons were in panic and confusion, only Magnus, one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, truly felt despair.

Because only his one eye could see clearly what kind of terrifying monster the "person" walking towards him politely was.

"There's no need to be so nervous. I just want to see what's sealed in that box."

Russell walked towards the trembling Magnus with a smile and said softly: "Obey, let me see?"