My Desperate Journey in 40k

Wang Ming was about to refute, but after seeing the person in front of him, he gave up on his rebuttal. Leman Russ was the Primarch who had experienced the Great Crusade. His understanding of this desperate universe was even higher than that of Wang Ming, who claimed to be a time traveler and knew many things.

The time travelers may know many things that they don’t know, but facing the situation in this desperate universe, their adaptability is definitely higher than that of the time travelers. They have adapted to everything in this desperate universe, war, death, despair, these are all things they have experienced, they can look at these things very normally, but the time travelers cannot. They are full of ideas to change the world, but now it seems like a big joke.

They can change the living conditions and education conditions of a large number of worlds. As long as time is enough, they can make the people of the empire live a good life, but they cannot protect everyone. There are millions of worlds in the empire and trillions of people. They can't do everything. Even if the time travelers may have 200,000 Astartes, a whole fleet of the Golden Age and all its technology, it is impossible as long as the aliens in the void are still spying on humans, as long as the gods of the highest heaven still exist...

"Respect..., world!"

Wang Ming picked up the wine glass, looked at Leman Russ, said something incomprehensible, and then drank the mead in one gulp. The communication with Leman Russ made Wang Ming figure out some things, and he continued drinking with him until the next morning.

"Fuck..., I shouldn't drink so much..."

Wang Ming got up from the table. He looked at Leman Russ who was snoring on the table in front of him and recalled the drinking party yesterday. It was like he and Leman Russ were competing to see who could drink more.

Wang Ming didn't know how long he had been drinking. When Wang Ming saw Leman Russ crawling under the table in front of him, Wang Ming finally fell down with a big laugh. That was the happiest moment for him after he traveled through time. But after Leman Russ stood up shakily with a smirk on his face, Wang Ming's happiness was gone.

Leman Russ was actually playing dirty tricks on him. He didn't expect Leman Russ to be like this. He didn't even do this when he was drinking with the Emperor. What was he going to do to him now?

Wang Ming thought about what happened yesterday and punched Leman Russ on the head angrily, waking him up immediately. Leman Russ got up indifferently, looked at Wang Ming in front of him and scratched his head.

"Why does it hurt so much..."

Leman Russ touched his head and wondered, did I drink too much yesterday?

"Let's go, you'll need a set of power armor."

Wang Ming looked at the confused Leman Russ, and he actually vaguely saw a husky. Is this the psychological effect caused by stereotype?

Wang Ming took Leman Russ to the starport and then to the Solar Fortress. In the space elevator, Wang Ming looked at the light spear energy beams that were like the Tower of Babel, and suddenly remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life, "The Wandering Earth". However, this scene was even more shocking than the one in "The Wandering Earth". The orbital strike of an entire imperial fleet was something that a planetary engine could not compare to. The scene of the destruction of the planet, the boiling lava, and the planetary surface turned into glass were all things that could not be shown in the movie at all.

When thinking of the planetary engine, a great idea suddenly appeared in Wang Ming's mind: could he also transform a world and make it into a planetary battleship?

Planetary engines are spread all over the world, and then using Golden Age technology and a large number of psychics, planetary-level Geller fields and warp engines are installed... It seems that the Human Federation also has a superluminal engine, but its speed is too slow, far less than the speed of the warp engine.

Wang Ming shook his head and threw those thoughts into the depths of his heart. Not to mention the time it would take to come up with this idea, just the fact that such a big thing was flying in the subspace would be like a feast for all the Chaos things, right? By then, all kinds of things would definitely appear on it, and even the Chaos Evil God might be interested in it, which would be a huge trouble.

"Let's wait until the First Engineer Company finishes researching the Necromancer's hyperdrive."

Wang Ming looked at those light spears and pillars, thinking silently in his heart, this is the Warhammer universe, and without absolute certainty, any sudden whim or impulsiveness can cause very serious damage and impact.

After a period of time, the two Primarchs finally arrived at the starport, and the Solar Fortress had already docked with the starport. Although this docking was like the starport docking with the Solar Fortress, this huge mobile star fortress like the moon was still too large. It was a major military creation of the golden age of the Human Federation.

In fact, Wang Ming was quite confused about these things from the Golden Age. Apart from their different uses, they all had one thing in common, which was that they were all very large. The same was true for the ships of the Human Empire. As one of its successors, the ships of the Empire were also unscrupulously large. Could it be that building colossi was a common feature of all humans?

362. Chapter 359 The Empire Will Not Forget

362.

"You have a great fleet."

Wang Ming and Leman Russ, who was wearing new power armor, walked in the corridor of the Solar Fortress. Leman Russ looked at the various sci-fi facilities of the Solar Fortress and said to Wang Ming.

"A relic of the Golden Age, one of the products of humanity's peak era."

Wang Ming looked at Leman Russ, who looked like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. He said to him calmly that Wang Ming was not very curious about Leman Russ. Leman Russ, who had gone through the Great Crusade, must have seen the technology of the Golden Age.

"My Lord Primarch."

Wang Ming and Leman Russ came to the command room, and the mortal navy saluted them together. Although they did not know Leman Russ, the iconic height of the Primarch was recognizable to even a fool.

"Well, increase the orbital strike to the ground, carry out disintegration strikes from this area to this area, and burn them into glass."

Wang Ming nodded to the mortal navy, and then gave them orders. Through the conversation with Leman Russ, he figured out something. If you care too much about gains and losses in this kind of war, you will be restrained. To deal with beasts, you should use the beast's way.

"Yes!"

The mortal navy looked at Wang Ming, answered him in unison, and then began to carry out the orbital strike operation.

There are a lot of weapons on the Solar Fortress. As a mobile star fortress, it has the ability to destroy a world with a single ship. The current orbital strikes only use a small part of the orbital strike array. Now with Wang Ming's order, the Solar Fortress can increase its firepower output.

A month has passed, and it has been proved that no matter how powerful the Zerg are, as long as they lose the possibility of supply and space combat capability, they can only make a dying struggle. However, that dying struggle is extremely terrifying.

Wang Ming stood on the airdrop deck of the Sun Fortress. He looked at the planet outside the window reflecting the light of the stars and sighed deeply. Fifty-eight percent of this world had been vitrified. The glassy surface of the planet made this world like a shining gem, making it look like a precious treasure in the universe. But Wang Ming knew that behind this beautiful scene were the deaths of countless people. In this war, the Human Empire won, the Zerg's tentacles were cut off by the Empire, and the Galaxy lost a huge threat, but the price they paid was too much.

In the wilderness outside the planetary capital, Hive City, on the glassy ground, stands a thousand-meter-high monument reaching into the sky. It is engraved with countless names. They are all soldiers who died in the war. Around the monument, tombstones stretch for thousands of kilometers. These are the price of this war, soldiers, civilians, and the white scars of more than one hundred people.

Wang Ming and Leman Russ stood here, and behind them were countless time travelers and mortal auxiliary troops. They all looked at the huge monument in silence. These people were heroes of the empire, and the empire would never forget them... at least... Wang Ming would never forget them.

The reconstruction of Kolodo is progressing steadily. Although most areas of the world are unusable, there are still some places that can be used. New settlements have been built. Although they are not up to the scale of a hive city, they are enough to accommodate tens of millions of people. The fleet has also been reorganized and can be launched at any time for the next expedition. The next expedition will begin next month under the order of Wang Ming. During this month, the traversers will try their best to restore the industrial capacity of this world.

Koledo can no longer serve as a hive world, nor can it serve as a fortress world. After careful consideration, Wang Ming gave this world the technology of artificial womb. This world will serve as a recruitment world for the dark side of the empire. Countless soldiers will go from here to the desperate void and fight for the human empire until the last moment.

"Live with honor, die with loyalty."

This is the battle cry of those androids that are now quickly created from artificial wombs in Koledo. Their lives are the output of machines given by the Primarch. They are born with a mission, they are glorious, they are loyal, and they will defend the empire with their lives.

“Am I really doing this right?”

A month later, Wang Ming looked at the first batch of soldiers coming out of the artificial womb. Looking at these various faces, he couldn't help but ask himself, these people who came out of the artificial womb are real human beings with self-awareness and souls.

"No, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

Wang Ming looked at the soldiers and suddenly spoke firmly.

In this war, the Mortal Auxiliary Army suffered heavy casualties. Through these quick-trained people, the Mortal Auxiliary Army's strength was replenished, but they are still a group of recruits, so some training is necessary.

After accepting these new recruits, the fleet set off. They were about to head to a world more than 2,000 light years away. It was a feudal world that supplied Terra with a variety of high-quality fuels... It was one of the main worlds for psychics. After the Great Rift opened, it lost contact with them. Perhaps liberating this world this time could restore this supply line.

"He's really over the line!"

The perspective shifted to Terra, in a dark room in Terra's top nest. A group of people whose faces were hidden in the darkness sat together. One of them spoke to the other people in a trembling mechanical voice. Surprisingly, there was some anger in that mechanical voice.

The people around did not react much to the guy's anger. They all knew that they only needed a reason and a scapegoat, and this guy was the best scapegoat. Some of the things Wang Ming had done had begun to make some people angry.

"Those STC templates were actually taken by them privately. We..."

The guy wanted to say something, but at this moment, there were sudden explosions in the room. The heads of all the people in the room were blown into countless pieces like exploding firecrackers. In an instant, all of them died here.

“Mission accomplished…”

A figure walked out of the darkness, looked at the corpse in front of it and whispered, and just like that, an operation organized by the insects against the 21st Legion was aborted before it even began.

"It's been fifteen years. I traveled to another world. There is magic, but no fighting spirit..."

In the feudal world of an empire, a man walked on a medieval-style castle. He was wearing gorgeous clothes, a handsome young face and golden hair, which gave him some aristocratic temperament, but when he opened his mouth, he spoke authentic Chinese.

He was indeed a nobleman, the second son of a lord. Every day he listened to his old man say that his family was an imperial noble family, but he did not realize that there was any empire in this world. There were only some lords and kings, and no country dared to call itself an empire.

"There should be a gap in the history of this world. The old man said that the empire hasn't appeared for a long time. As a time traveler, should I do something?"

The young man began to see the purple traces in the sky. He didn't know what it was, but this thing was very similar to something in his memory. If there were no technological items in the world he lived in, he would have thought he had traveled to that manure pit.

"The battle between medieval lords is a good time travel experience, but this world doesn't have the environment of the Middle Ages. Spells and mages, as well as the firearms technology of the World War I era, are difficult..."

The young man looked at a knight holding a single-shot bolt-action rifle not far away, thinking that his journey to dominate the other world would not be so easy.

But since he is already here, he might as well make the best of it. He is very grateful to the god who allowed him to travel through time. On Earth, he was just a otaku who liked Paradox games and board games, but after traveling through time, he actually became a noble. In the fifteen years since the travel, he has done all the things that he had never dared to think of before.

He now even has a beautiful noble girl wife. Although it was because of the marriage between her father and other lords, he also loves his wife very much. As a good boy with bottom line, he still arranges everything very well for himself, unlike his brother, who is only seventeen years old, but goes to some brothels every day to get drunk and dream.

It's strange to say, but people in this world seem to have very good physical fitness. A fifteen-year-old kid like him is actually almost as good as an adult in his previous life. The physical fitness of ordinary people can even be compared with professional athletes on Earth. They run around carrying things heavier than themselves. It can only be said that this is worthy of being a different world.

"Forget it, let's go watch the execution..."

The young man walked down the city wall and headed for the execution ground in the city. Several more cultists were going to be executed today. Speaking of it, the beliefs in this world were very strange. They believed in a single god. There were no gods and Buddhas everywhere, only a belief in a god called the God of Conquest.

It is said that this god once conquered this world and then left. There are many different opinions about his departure. Some say that he went to conquer the countless worlds in the starry sky, and some say that the son of God betrayed God and intended to kill the king of gods and replace him. The boy did not quite believe in this kind of ancient Greek mythology-like plot, but he believed that the god really existed. As a materialist, after seeing the wizards in this world, he knew that gods must exist, otherwise those magics could not be explained at all.

"They have betrayed the light of the great true God. Their souls will never be accepted into the Kingdom of God. They are shameful, twisted, and abominable. I, James Hahn, a devout believer in the great God of Conquest and the bishop of Goya Cathedral, hereby declare them guilty!"

As soon as the boy arrived at the execution site, he heard the verdict of the bishop of the church. Relying on his noble status, he came to a good viewing point. There were even some waiters around him to serve him. The boy sat down and accepted the service with peace of mind. Anyway, this city belonged to his father, so what was wrong with him enjoying himself?

Looking at the cultists who were kneeling on the ground and cursing the God of Conqueror, he smiled easily. Although this world was backward, they were very professional when it came to trials, and the guilty would definitely be judged.

Soon, eight soldiers walked behind the eight cultists. They raised their rifles and aimed at the head of each cultist.

"The Blood-Red God will destroy this world! You lackeys of the God of Conquest! When the time comes, you will lose everything you have in the slaughter of the great god!"

Suddenly a cultist started yelling. He looked at the crowd around him fiercely and yelled madly. The soldier behind him frowned and shot the guy's skull off. As the first shot was fired, seven gunshots like frying beans rang out. Just after all the cultists were executed, something strange happened. A blood mist suddenly appeared on the bodies of the cultists.

"Evil method?"

The young man sat up from the chair, he looked at the blood mist and this word appeared in his mind, he instantly drew out the pistol and sword from his waist, he was not a good-for-nothing, as the second son of a noble, how could he defeat his elder brother without fighting, he was the apprentice of the world's master of swordsmanship, his master praised his learning ability.

Just when everyone was wondering what was going on, the young man had already walked in front of the blood mist. He stared at the rolling blood mist and raised his hand to fire a shot. The party that strikes first in a battle often has the advantage, and he had also guessed something. This strange blood mist must be summoning something, maybe the evil god's subordinates, so it is better to strike first.

"Roar!"

Things turned out just as the young man had guessed. His shot clearly hit the monster in the blood mist. After hearing the roar, he immediately retreated to a safe distance and looked at the blood mist vigilantly.

The civilians around also heard the roar, and everyone dispersed immediately. It is worth mentioning that the people in this world are extremely tough. After the women and children left, the men took out the various weapons they carried with them, knives, long swords, short swords, and some farmers even picked up the hoes they carried with them. They all knew the young man and had a good impression of this noble young master. After all, some of the young master's suggestions allowed them to reduce a lot of taxes. With such a good nobleman, when he becomes a lord, they will definitely live a good life.

"Everyone, step back! Master Cole, get behind the knights quickly. This close distance is too dangerous!"

At this moment, a defense team composed of knights arrived at the execution ground. The leading knight immediately ran to the boy, protected the boy behind him, and then spoke loudly to him.

Chapter 363: Cole learns the truth about the world

363.

"it is good."

Cole responded to the Knight Commander and then retreated behind the knights. He watched the Knight Commander slowly approaching the blood mist, and a sense of uneasiness inexplicably arose in his heart.

But before Cole could say anything, the Knight Commander's head was grabbed by a hand that suddenly appeared from the blood mist, and the hand dragged directly into the blood mist. Following a brief burst of pistol shots, an extremely terrifying sound of bone breaking came from the blood mist. There was no scream, and without much resistance, the Knight Commander died just like that.

"Fire at the blood mist! Damn!"

Cole looked at the blood mist, he yelled to the knights around him, then raised his pistol and fired continuously at the blood mist in front of him. The other knights looked at their young master and reacted, firing various guns continuously, and even the civilians took out flintlock rifles and bows and arrows and kept shooting at the blood mist.

"Roar!"

Roars continued to be heard in the blood mist. The blood mist was swirling as if something was rushing out from it, but its footsteps were forcibly suppressed by various firepower. As various firepower continued to fire, finally, the Knights' heavy machine gun came. This machine gun, similar to the Maxim machine gun on Earth, began to roar, but these firepower seemed unable to cause effective damage to the things in the blood mist. Its roar had never stopped since the beginning.

"Where's the mage? Where's the mage?"

Cole shouted to the soldiers of the Knights, saying that they needed a mage. At least a mage's mage was much more powerful than these hot weapons.

"I am in my Lord."

Hearing Cole's words, a bald old man in a robe walked up to Cole from behind the soldiers and spoke to Cole humbly.