My Desperate Journey in 40k

Wang Ming looked at the green cube in his hand. Based on his experience of using so many undead creations, he looked at the contents inside. When Wang Ming saw the contents clearly, he put it away almost instantly.

In this collection device, there is actually a group of time travelers. Wang Ming looked at those "time travelers" who were collected by Taraxin at some unknown time. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat. When were these "time travelers" collected by Taraxin?

Just when Wang Ming was wondering, Taraxin suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ming again. It looked at the green cube in Wang Ming's hand, and its mechanical eyes flashed, as if it was reluctant to let it go. Then a green light suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ming and Corax. When they could see the scene clearly again, they had arrived at a square on the Sun Fortress.

Not only them, but all the time travelers who followed Wang Ming to the Luojia flagship have arrived here. They are looking around in confusion, and some of them are even still in a fighting posture with the Chaos Space Marines.

"Wang Ming, Luojia's flagship is also a good collection. This is your reward."

Just when Wang Ming was confused, Taraxin suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ming. It put another green cube in Wang Ming's hand and left again. Wang Ming looked at the two green cubes in his hand in confusion. He didn't understand what the King of Figures wanted to do.

"Captain Wang Ming, the enemy flagship has disappeared."

Just when Wang Ming was confused, Colonel Radulovich suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ming. He placed a holographic projection screen in front of Wang Ming. On the screen, Luojia's huge flagship was suddenly swallowed by a green light and then completely disappeared into the void of the universe.

"Fuck..., well, it's in the style of a figurine. It can even collect a Tyranid fleet. This battleship is still too childish. But the Necromancer technology is really outrageous. Trazyn is quite particular. He teleported us back before collecting it."

Wang Ming looked at the scene on the holographic projection screen, and he thought silently in his heart that the King of Figures really didn't want to miss any collection. This Luojia flagship also had great collection value. It was very likely an Abyss-class battleship. There were only three of these in the entire galaxy. It was natural for the King of Figures to collect this thing.

After the Chaos fleet disappeared from the Lorgar flagship, the Word Bearers' fleets simply fled. The only ones left were the warships of the Chaos Expeditionary Force. These Chaos Expeditionary Force warships watched helplessly as their allies abandoned them and fled. They looked at the Imperial fleet in front of them, then looked at the fleeing Word Bearers fleet, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.

"Teleport and board the ship! Whether it's psychic teleportation or teleportation beacon, as long as we can teleport and board the ship, it will be fine. We have no way out!!"

At this moment, the leader of the Chaos Expeditionary Force suddenly issued an order to all the Chaos Space Marines, saying that their fleet would never be able to defeat the Imperial fleet, and now the only way to survive is to board the time travelers' warships. They hope to escape by seizing the time travelers' ships, and they don't even believe that the time travelers can quickly adjust the enemy identification system.

After receiving the order from the leader, the Chaos Space Marines immediately began their actions. They frantically used all their available boarding capabilities to teleport to the Sun Fortress. They knew that it was the flagship of the Traversers, and they hoped to seize the star fortress and escape.

At the same time, all the Imperials on the Sun Fortress were frightened by Chaos. This fright was not because of Chaos' attack, but because as they were walking, they suddenly saw a Chaos Space Marine stuck on the wall. The key point was that this Chaos Space Marine was not dead yet. They looked at the Imperial soldiers and timers passing by them, and they all grinned and cursed. They were stuck in the wall and unable to move, so they could only express their impotent rage towards their enemies in this way.

"You running dogs of the false emperor! Kill me, you cowards!"

"Pull me out, you bunch of cowards, I will duel with you in the name of the Blood God!!"

Just when these Chaos Space Marines were helpless and furious, Wang Ming also got the news about this group of guys. A large number of them were stuck in the walls and various equipment, and only a small number of them successfully boarded the ship. However, these Chaos Space Marines who successfully boarded the ship did not cause any damage to the fleet. They were almost chopped into pieces by the security men in the first place.

Wang Ming did not intend to kill these Chaos Space Marines who were stuck in the wall after boarding. The blessing of Chaos could allow them to stay alive while stuck in the wall. Wang Ming planned to pack them all up and sell them to Trazyn. Wang Ming had even thought of a name for this collection, which was called "Chaos Astartes Assaulting the Sun Fortress". Trazyn would definitely like this.

Wang Ming did what he thought. He quickly summoned Trazim. After he showed Trazim those Chaos Space Marines, Trazim expressed his great love for them. Then Wang Ming began to bargain with him. Finally, after Wang Ming's high price and Trazim's crazy bargaining, the work entitled "Chaos Astartes Assaulting the Sun Fortress" was sold for one thousand phase swords. Then, under Wang Ming's compensation measure of dismantling the internal structure of the Sun Fortress, the price was increased to one thousand and fifty phase swords.

Chapter 403: Heading to Taiping Star Region

403.

“This is a good deal.”

Wang Ming sat on the command seat of the Sun Fortress. He looked at the three green cubes in his hands. He looked at the things in those green cubes and was as happy as a big boy.

In this transaction with the King of Figures, Wang Ming obtained a "Star Traveler" that had been collected at an unknown time, a necromancy device of unknown use, and one thousand and fifty phase swords. This time, Wang Ming really made a huge profit.

"After completing this battle, we need to think about where to go next. Corax has gone to hunt down other rebellious Primarchs. His current state is not very suitable for appearing in the Empire. Forget it, let's release these brothers first."

Wang Ming looked at the green cube again, put it away, and went to a square. He needed to release these imprisoned "travelers".

Wang Ming came to the square and looked at the time travelers around him. They also knew that Wang Ming was about to release his brothers. Wang Ming was displeased with the behavior of the King of Figures. Taraxin actually collected the time travelers. But fortunately, he returned it, otherwise these time travelers would never come back.

As Wang Ming released these "time travelers", Wang Ming and other time travelers immediately discovered something was wrong. Logically speaking, the time travelers were all Primaris Space Marines, about three meters tall. These "time travelers" obviously looked like ordinary Space Marines, and the power armor they wore was of various types, from expedition type to heretic type. Their equipment configuration was even more outrageous, with all kinds of weapons. The weapon configuration of the time travelers would definitely not be outrageous. Although the time travelers could choose their own weapon configuration, most of them were equipped according to the standard configuration of infantry squads.

These people were not real time travelers. Something was wrong. Almost in an instant, the time travelers raised their weapons. They looked nervously at the "time travelers" in front of them who had just been released and were still very confused, waiting for Wang Ming's orders.

"Boss!"

Suddenly, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Astartes rushed out from among these "time travelers". He ran directly in front of Wang Ming, looked at Wang Ming and let out a heart-wrenching roar. This roar confused Wang Ming and the time travelers. They didn't know what was going on. This blond-haired, blue-eyed guy was definitely not a time traveler. The time travelers were all Chinese. In the 21st Legion, only the new recruits and the Astartes from the Great Crusade era had this foreign face. Now a blond-haired, blue-eyed European and American had appeared, which made Wang Ming and the time traveler look confused.

"you are?"

Wang Ming looked at the blond and blue-eyed guy, he was completely stunned. He could feel that he was his offspring, which made Wang Ming extremely confused. Although there were native humans among the Star Traveler recruits, those recruits were all Primaris Space Marines. Where did this ordinary Space Marine come from.

"I'm Long Zhenwei, Boss, don't you remember me? Oh, we've been given a facelift by Chaos, we... No... How is this possible!!"

Just as this Astarte was explaining his identity, he suddenly saw a person. It was the real Long Zhenwei. Long Zhenwei also heard his words, and they both looked at each other in great surprise.

"That's what happened. That's the situation. I'll assign you a few strike cruisers. You'll go to this location and station in this world of Damocles Bay. Your mission will be to stop the Tau..."

Wang Ming looked at the several Astartes in front of him. He looked at these unfamiliar faces. Through the previous communication, Wang Ming also knew the situation of these Astartes. He admired the Emperor in his heart. The gene seed of the star traveler must be problematic. He could actually take over the bodies of the Astartes infected by chaos.

"Well, Boss, we will complete the mission."

After listening to Wang Ming's words, the several Astartes in front of them nodded to Wang Ming, then walked out of Wang Ming's office. They finally understood their identities. Although they were a little disgusted with their identities, they were still loyal to the Human Empire and the 21st Legion. They were still Wang Ming's descendants and the guardians of mankind.

After passing a large number of chaos checks and psychological tests, they were arranged to the distant planet of the Tau Empire. After all, their identities were too special, and it was not known whether there would be any hidden dangers. It was always a good idea to keep them far away. These Astartes also knew about this, and they could all understand Wang Ming's thoughts.

They have no regrets about this matter. As the guardians of mankind, they have inherited the memories of the time travelers. Although they are not the time travelers themselves, they will still shoulder the responsibilities of Astartes.

For these Astartes, Wang Ming mobilized a batch of weapons and equipment for them. Their power armor was also replaced with Skyhawk and Ranger types. Their weapons also reached the standard of an Astartes regiment. The entire regiment operated using the regiment's management model. It was also regarded as the first sub-regiment of the traversers.

When they left the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming personally saw them off and handed them a battle flag. On the flag were the emblem of the 21st Legion and their regiment's emblem. It looked like a sharp sword pointing straight to the stars. Wang Ming also gave this regiment a name, "Sword of the Stars". Wang Ming hoped that they would be like a sharp sword, killing all enemies of humanity among the stars.

"We will complete our mission Primarch!"

They looked at Wang Ming, took the flag from Wang Ming's hand, saluted Wang Ming, and then boarded their own ships. They were a sharp sword walking out of the star travelers, and they would conquer the stars for mankind.

"Huh, I wonder if they are reliable."

Wang Ming looked at the fleet going away, and he couldn't help but think in his heart that these Astartes were born with problems, and if they were left alone, something might go wrong. He could only assign a task to these Astartes and let them do it, which would be the best use of their resources. These Astartes should not have appeared in the first place.

After seeing off these Astartes, Wang Ming discussed the next direction of advance with Leman Russ. Leman Russ decided to return to Fenris. He needed to go to the home planet of the Space Wolves to reorganize his legion, while Wang Ming needed to go to the Pacific Star Region, where the tentacles of a Tyranid fleet were heading towards the Solar Star Region where Holy Terra was located.

"My brother, I have nothing to give you. These weapons and equipment are just a small token of my appreciation. Listen to my advice and don't kill too many people. Those people are still useful to the empire."

Wang Ming looked at Leman Russ in front of him. Before leaving, Wang Ming also gave Leman Russ a batch of weapons and equipment. By the way, he advised Leman Russ on how to deal with those Inquisitors and Grey Knights. He knew that as long as Leman Russ returned to Fenris, he would definitely bring up old scores. Wang Ming only hoped that Leman Russ would not go too far. After all, those Inquisitors were still very useful to the Empire. At least they could effectively deal with the problem of Chaos pollution.

There is also the issue of the Grey Knights. They were just following procedures, so there is no need to blame them for what happened in the Month of Shame.

"My brother, I understand what you said. Thank you for your gift. I know what to do with it."

Leman Russ looked at Wang Ming, listened to what Wang Ming said, nodded to him, and then left with his wolf cubs. Wang Ming looked at Leman Russ's back, and he could only sigh deeply. He really didn't have any good way to deal with Leman Russ. The style of the Sixth Legion was originally a wolf pack, and it was not good for him as an outsider to interfere too much.

After sending Leman Russ away, the number of Astartes from the Great Crusade era in Wang Ming's fleet decreased again. Now there were only a few surviving White Scars left in the fleet, as well as Astartes from the Blood Angels, Iron Hands, Raven Guard, and Salamanders. Wang Ming was originally going to send the equipment of these Astartes back to their legions, but because the expedition was not long enough, they had never been able to send them back because they had already gotten used to cooperating with the time travelers.

Let me briefly talk about the situation of these Astartes. The Blood Angels, Iron Hands and Salamanders do not have any combat missions. The Blood Angels were assigned because Wang Ming took their gene-seed issues into consideration, fearing that these Astartes from the Great Crusade era would burst into bloodthirst and black rage. The Iron Hands and Salamanders needed to cooperate with the First Engineer Regiment to study the technological creations of the Undead, while the Raven Guards took on the task of special reconnaissance forces. They were previously responsible for the reconnaissance missions of several worlds.

As for the few White Scars that were left, they had been completely protected, their gene seeds had been taken out, and some who were originally candidates for the 21st Legion had become new recruits for the White Scars.

These Astartes from the Great Crusade era all had their own jobs. The Blood Angels without missions even planted grapes in the ecological zone of the Sun Fortress, while the protected White Scars continued to improve their martial arts, and from time to time they would go to the Second Regiment to compete with the time travelers.

After Wang Ming dealt with some things, the fleet set sail again. Their destination was a civilized world located in the Taiping star field. According to the psychics' predictions and the calculations of artificial intelligence, this world was on the route that the Tyranid fleet had to pass. Their arrival time could also be earlier than that of the Tyranid fleet. At that time, they could deploy a defense network in advance and try to get rid of these damn Zergs in space.

The fleet is in the subspace. Needless to say, the process of navigation in the subspace is very simple. The fleet has been sailing at full speed all the time. During this time, Wang Ming finally has some time to rest.

He ran around various areas of the ship all day long. He observed the living conditions of the time travelers on the Sun Fortress, as well as the work situation of various departments. Generally speaking, everyone was living well. The time travelers were conducting exercises every day, and those work departments had never had any trouble under the supervision of artificial intelligence.

It's just that Wang Ming took away all the explosives of the First Engineer Corps in the past few days. It was too dangerous for the First Engineer Corps to continue researching these things in the subspace. Wang Ming still remembered that the super-melt they had previously researched blew up the hull of the Imperial Truth. Fortunately, that time was not in the subspace. If they were allowed to blow up the hull in the subspace, it would be completely over.

"Boss..., we are killing bugs again, it's really annoying."

In Wang Ming's office, Wang Ming and Wang Xiaofa sat opposite each other. They were both lying on the sofa, looking relaxed and comfortable. They were both holding a thermos cup with Murs tea in it. They discussed the next plan in a relaxed manner.

"Don't worry, this time we can deploy a defense network in advance and try to eliminate the Tyranid fleet in space. Ground defense will also be arranged by the First Engineer Regiment. This battle fleet will not be the same as before. This time we are well prepared."

Wang Ming looked at Wang Xiaofa, he answered him with a smile, he took a sip of Morse tea. Wang Ming was prepared for this battle, he planned to give this Tyranid fleet a little shock to humanity, he planned to blockade this galaxy, at the same time he would let the First Engineer Regiment prepare a large amount of defensive firepower and fortresses on the ground, they would definitely not be caught off guard by the Tyranids like the last time.

"Okay, boss. I hope this goes according to plan."

Wang Xiaofa finished the Morse tea in his cup in one breath, and then walked out of Wang Ming's office. He also needed to prepare the first batch of things. The previous tragedy made them extremely vigilant against the Tyranids.

Sacre, the world of imperial civilization, is located in a binary star system. It is located in the habitable zone of a massive blue star. It is a technologically advanced civilization. Huge nest cities and transportation facilities spread across the surface of the planet make this world full of vitality. Tens of billions of loyal imperial people continue to work for survival in the steel forest of this world, but their life is not as bad as imagined.

The economic level of this world is still okay. Although the previous generation of planetary governors did not do much, its various operations are still okay under the management of several local noble families. After all, every household will have more or less Grox meat on the table tomorrow. Although most of it is starch blocks containing Grox meat, at least it is Grox meat, isn't it?

The overall situation in this world is still pretty good. Although there are cultists and gene stealers, they cannot cause much trouble under the suppression of the local planetary defense forces.

404. Chapter 401: Sacre World

404.

"Citizens of the Empire, today's Hive is as peaceful as ever. The light of the God-Emperor still shines on our world. Do not believe anything the cult says. If you find any cultists, please report to the nearest planetary defense force immediately."

In the Sacre world, in the Labidi hive, the broadcast that resounded throughout the hive continued to play, but people did not pay much attention to the broadcast, they just hurried to their work stations.

For the people of Thackeray, nothing is more important than their day's work. After all, only by working hard can they have enough to eat. If they don't work, they will almost starve to death. There is no social welfare in the society of Thackeray's world.

The Hive City is like a living metal behemoth. The countless humans in it are its cells. They work and live in it, just like the blood of this behemoth. This Hive City has stood on this world for tens of thousands of years. It has witnessed the history of mankind for tens of thousands of years. It has also changed from a huge ideal city for mankind to a dying metal behemoth today.

In the base of the hive city, at the location of the giant beast's excretory system, a young man was stabbing a dagger made of scrap metal into the neck of a middle-aged man.

The boy's strength was not that great, he had already used up all his strength. The middle-aged man was obviously injured, and now he was unable to resist against the thin boy.

"Gulu..."

As the young man tried his best to stab the blade into the middle-aged man's neck, red blood spurted out all of a sudden. The middle-aged man looked at the blood spurting out of his body. He no longer had the strength to struggle. He felt that his body was gradually becoming lighter and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

"Finally dead, and you still dare to rob me! Back then I was..."

The young man looked at the middle-aged man who was gradually losing his mobility. He stood up from the middle-aged man, looked at the blood on his body, and then directly stripped off the middle-aged man's clothes.

In the bottom nest, a decent piece of clothing is very precious. The young man looked at his clothes stained with blood and laughed happily. He touched the things on the middle-aged man's body and found a few pieces of dried meat as hard as wood boards and a pistol that was obviously made by hand. This pistol is called a pistol, but in fact it is not even as good as a matchlock gun.

The young man looked at the pistol with disdain, thinking back to when he was in the fleet, the equipment he was wearing was the standard Star Liberator equipment that even many interstellar military units envied, but now he needed to use this thing to beg for food.

"Lu Feng, Lu Feng, you can't go back to Earth. You've been screwed by the Emperor and that sea creature in this life. It's a good thing you didn't reincarnate as oats this time, otherwise you would have cried. Be content."

The young man looked at the pistol in his hand, comforted himself in his heart, then carried the middle-aged man's body to the local butcher shop. You know, human corpses are also precious resources in the bottom nest. After all, this thing is meat after all.

The young man was walking in the pipe carrying the corpse. He was not alone. On the contrary, there were a large number of waste carriers around him. These people kept a distance from the young man. They did not want to have any conflict with this man. After all, the blood on the young man's body and the corpse he was carrying reminded these guys who were so hungry that they wanted to eat everything they saw that he was not easy to mess with. These guys were not fools to survive until now, and they would not risk their lives to test the young man.

"A fresh corpse, about one hundred and eighty pounds, fifty sacres to you."

The butcher's shop owner looked at the corpse in front of him. He sharpened his knife and spoke to the boy. He looked at the boy and handed him fifty thackreys.

"That's not right, old man Carl. You're trying to cheat me, aren't you? I still have five pounds. And this is a fresh corpse with no obvious lesions. If you sell it to those who make corpse starch, won't you make a hundred Sacres directly? At least sixty."

The young man looked at the butcher in front of him. He knew that the old man was trying to lower the price, so he didn't give in to him. He picked up the corpse and pretended that he was going to sell it to the gangsters who made corpse starch.

"You..., okay, okay, sixty ropes, boy, stingy boy."

The butcher saw that the boy was about to leave, so he stopped bargaining. Although corpses were not lacking in the Bottom Nest, corpses without obvious lesions and not much radiation were rare. This kid actually wanted to sell such a good thing to those who made corpse starch. It was such a loss. He could just sell it as meat. In the Bottom Nest, no one cared about what they were eating. A bite of meat, even human flesh, could result in a loss of life.

After trading the corpse, the boy returned to his shelter in the pipe. A few iron walls and a rickety door were his home. There were not many things in his home. No one in the Bottom Nest would keep anything valuable in their home. Such behavior was tantamount to suicide.

"Huh..., I might as well go to the battlefield."