Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Accompanied by the dense flashes of high-energy rays and hot plasma, more and more Orc garbage ships were exploded into metal wreckage floating in the silent space. The distant wreckage was ejected towards the outer orbit by the residual kinetic energy, while the closer ones were ejected by the debris. Captured by the planet's gravity, it fell directly into the atmosphere and turned into a dense meteor shower, quickly annihilating it invisible.

And more garbage ship wreckage stayed in the same orbit of the Seeker space station.

The firepower of the space station is certainly powerful, but as time goes by, more and more orc ships jump out of the subspace, and the size of the ships is also getting larger and larger.

In the beginning, they were just small and nimble speedboats and raiding boats, which could be swamped with just a wave of concentrated fire. But soon, larger destroyers began to appear, although whether the crooked and damaged appearance could be called a destroyer is still open to question.

At first, the firepower net woven by the Seeker was able to sink and submerge all the approaching garbage ships. However, as more and more warships came in, they became bigger and bigger, more and more crazy, and more and more waaagh. !!!, the pressure on the space station suddenly increased.

The orcs roared and rushed towards the sea of ​​destruction in front of them without fear of death, using the surging green tide to counter the blazing plasma.

The advantage of the Seeker space station is not only its firepower, but also its range. The Orks are certainly not just bad guys who only want to die, but the cannons and machine guns mounted on their garbage ships are far inferior to the space station's plasma cannons and large macro cannons in terms of range. Orks often Before he could reach the effective range of his weapons, the Seeker's gunfire was already in front of him.

But this advantage is quickly disappearing.

One after another, large ships emerged from the subspace and moved forward under the surging firepower. The bigger ships had stronger shields, thicker barrels, more boys and more grand ships. The waaagh!!!!

The boys driving the light speedboats began to hide on the sides or rear of the big ship, allowing it to bear the firepower for them and keep pushing forward.

In order to penetrate the defenses of these big guys, the Seeker had to adjust the firing frequency of the turret to the highest level, which meant more frequent turns, the cooling time left for the weapon system was getting shorter and shorter, and the load increased exponentially.

By this time, some orc ships had begun to rush into the space station and shoot a shell in the face before they were blown up.

Although this shell is neither painful nor itchy, and is almost useless against the large void shield covering the entire space station, this is not a good sign - the orcs are starting to hit themselves.

Gauss sat in the center of the main control room, and the projection in front of him showed a desperate scene.

Green tide, endless green tide.

The orcs' garbage ships came like waves. They appeared in every direction and sailed in every space. Their excited and crazy war roars could penetrate the silent vacuum and resound deep in the hearts of every technician, deafening.

The endless ocean of steel seems to be saying to the seeker:

"My boys are endless, and your energy is being depleted every moment!"

Normally, such a space fortress would be equipped with sufficient naval ships to serve as escort fleets to assist in the battle, but the Seeker did not. This space fortress hastily pieced together with all the wealth of the Adeptus Mechanicus is the entire naval power of Falla.

According to the style of the Adeptus Mechanicus, when they saw that the situation was not good, they should have wisely left the planet behind and fled, but they could not do it now because the hastily built Seeker space station did not have enough power to equip them. Space engines and Geller force fields are simply unable to navigate subspace.

Facing the colorful sea of ​​orc garbage, the Seeker still maintained an absolute advantage in size and firepower, but this advantage was rapidly disintegrating.

Garbage ships have begun to use the wreckage of other ships in orbit as cover to rush forward desperately, break through the fire net woven by the Seeker, and directly hit the atmosphere of Falla. The Tech-Priests were powerless to stop them and could only pray that the armies on the ground would be brave enough.

Subspace signals continued to come from the front, and more garbage ships emerged from the turbulent waves of the Sea of ​​Souls, endless.

"Oh my God, how many are there..." Gauss felt that his legs made of alloy were a little weak, and the emotion called despair was eroding his artificial heart.

"The port side 133 main gun has overheated, please apply for emergency cooling!"

"The port side 401 main gun was overloaded and short-circuited. We are doing our best to repair it!"

"The port ion cannon battery has lost contact and may have been sunk!"

The communicator in his ear was still transmitting situation reports from various parts of the space station. Gauss sat in the main control room and looked around. All he could see was the green tide in the sky, with no end in sight.

Is there any worse news than this?

some.

"Subspace signal detected on the starboard side, signal strength... signal strength..." The technician's report was mixed with the rustling sound of electricity and uncontrollable trembling: "This, this kind of signal strength, how is it possible... "

Gauss closed his eyes. He already knew what made the technician incoherent.

Signal strength like this can only mean one thing.

An extremely large orc warship, perhaps battleship level, is emerging from the subspace.

There is no need to use detectors or allow psykers to observe subspace fluctuations. At this time, as long as an ordinary person stands on the surface of Falla's planet and raises his head, he can see a conspicuous blue-purple twisted crack directly through the atmosphere.

In the vast expanse of space, a huge mouth stretching for tens of kilometers spread out. It was the reality that was torn apart, and it was the rift in the subspace. Countless distorted images flowed like waves in the abyss dimension on the other side of the rift, and a behemoth made of steel traveled in the turbulent water, standing still.

The majestic giant ship is densely covered with countless cold and hard gun muzzles and operating void shield generators. Carrier-based aircraft are constantly flying out of the hangar with the open door. The frenzied war configuration is shocking.

But when Gauss first looked at it, the first thing he noticed was not these mechanical facilities full of violent beauty, but a church-like building located at the bow of the ship.

It was a magnificent church built on a battleship, with an icon of the Emperor of Mankind standing on the top of the tower.

Gauss's arm joints were trembling. He lowered his head and re-read the information sent by his technicians. The starting coordinates of the strong subspace signal just now were located at the Mandeville Point of the Falla Galaxy.

"That's our fleet!"

In an instant, everyone's attention on the space station was drawn to the subspace rift that was far away from them.

The huge fleet of the Human Empire is sailing out from there.