At the end of the torch light, in the halo area at the edge of the Milky Way, there is a small galaxy called "Falla".

Due to its small size, small population, remote location, and lack of resources, the Fallas system has been able to avoid the war that spreads across the galaxy, and has been silently existing in this uncared border area as if it did not exist.

Russell was born in this poor country where even the Empire's tax authorities had forgotten to collect taxes.

When he opened his eyes on the soft delivery bed, the first thing he saw was the image of the emperor hanging from the wall of the delivery room.

A chill of despair rose from the newborn baby's back, and he understood where he was.

The Warhammer Universe, a fucking universe full of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, has been in the top three of the "Least Wanted to Travel to the Past" list for many years, and even often tops the list.

In such a desperate universe with chaos, extremes, tyranny, and horror as the main theme, Russell felt that he would most likely not live to learn to walk one day.

If it's just death, it's a big deal 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 torment.

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

It was a save file that chose to become a natural disaster, and the Human Federation controlled by Russell built an aetheric engine capable of incinerating the galaxy in the Tianjin Four Galaxy. The moment the mouse clicked to the start option, the engine started, and the save was settled, Russell lost consciousness.

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

Does it matter? Russell didn't know. But it turned out that his luck was actually very good.

He was born in a borderland galaxy that was indisputable, and although it lacked resources, backward technology, and the system had regressed to the feudal period, it was also free from the invasion of war, and he was a little poorer, at least he could get by.

Russell's identity here is the son of the governor of the planet, and if he is said to be the governor, he is actually no different from the feudal nobles.

He didn't mind waiting to die on this little wrecking ball that wouldn't even come to mine from the Mechanics Society, after all, the people of the empire were in dire straits, and at least the standard of living of the ruling class was still good.

In this way, Russell successfully took over the position of Governor of the planet from his father who died of illness when he was 24 years old.

It was also on this day that the peaceful life ended.

A massive space battleship sailed out of deep space and rampaged into the Fallas system, stopping in the synchronous orbit of the asteroid.

It hovers in space like a third moon.

Russell received the news almost at the same time as he received the Governor's seal, and the defense satellites in the planet's atmosphere that had been in disrepair were activated and put on alert, 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, and for a time, the entire planet was in chaos.

The ship that landed above orbit was oddly shaped, unlike any known Imperial ship, it looked like a graceful silver shuttle with blue-purple arcs of electricity around it.

Since it is not the empire's, it is the enemy's, and the human empire is such that the world is the enemy.

Although the social system on the planet Falla has degenerated to the feudal period, the knowledge left over from the imperial colonial era still lets the nobles know that such a colossal ship can never appear alone, and that 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 is not a force that a barren land like theirs can fight against.

Reports were taken at the Governor's Mansion through various channels, and the nobles from all over the country used the few ancient ships in the starport to prepare to escape, and it was impossible to organize a team to effectively resist the invasion of the giant ship in such a situation.

…… In fact, he can still afford to organize, he can pull the group of state religion believers in the church over to fight jihad.

However, Russell felt that it was somewhat abstract to let humans use flesh and blood against the Titans, and they were not Space Marines, playing the Death Jump Gang.

At this time, he was not very afraid, but more of a relief, the peace of the past 24 years made him tremble, and even some doubted whether this was the Warhammer universe after all.

That doubt is gone today.

When he learned that the galaxy he supervised was about to be destroyed, Russell thought to himself, "This is a warhammer~", so he hummed a little song from his hometown, and he was very eager to prepare for his endgame.

Looking out the window of the governor's office, some of the outlines of the giant ship could be faintly seen in the sky. For some reason, Russell always felt a little familiar.

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

Ignoring the assembled Army soldiers outside the window, Russell returned to his desk and expertly called up the surveillance interface.

Should I say that the oil guys of the Machinery Society are too powerful, but the monitoring footage transmitted from these defense satellites built during the last generation of planetary governors is actually quite clear, which perfectly reflects the consistent quality of the Empire's manufacturing and durability.

A total of 14 satellites sent back surveillance images from different angles, which were processed to form a 3D stereoscopic image suspended above the round table.

The moment he saw this image, Russell was stunned.

If seeing the silhouette of this giant ship before only made him feel familiar, the whole picture of the ship in front of him now completely shocked Russell.

The ship was 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."

He was responded to by a girlish voice that was so soft that it didn't look like a synthesis.

At some point, the image of the battleship on the desk had changed to a girl with a human appearance, and the outfit and eyebrows were so familiar that he couldn't believe it.

The Gray Gu Storm of the L Star Cluster, the Ancient Nanobot Aggregate, the Strange Man who was dug out of his grave by himself, and ...... Governor of the Core Star Domain of the Human Federation: Gray Wind.

That guy traveled with him to the Warhammer universe.

"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 to her lower lip and thought for a moment, then replied, "I don't know!" ”

"I was anchored in synchronous orbit in the federal capital, protecting the system where the Aetheric engine was located, but when the engine was about to start, I lost consciousness and woke up to a void of space around me."

The "Federation" it refers to is the Human Federation controlled by Russell in the stars.

Speaking of this, Gray Wind smiled, as if he had figured something out: "Marshal, I think I should have been thrown out of the galaxy by some kind of shockwave. ”