Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Seeing the stiff and unnatural expression on Gray Feng's face, Gauss became more determined in his opinion.

"That's right, Russell is just a puppet, he is just a puppet! As early as five years ago, when the Governor of Falla first boarded the ancient ship, he had already been manipulated. Just a lot of legacy from the Golden Age, and an evil artificial intelligence that has been sleeping since ancient times!”

And the girl in front of him, who is no different from a living person, but does not have a trace of organic matter in her body, is undoubtedly the remnant of the Iron Man rebellion, the hateful intelligence that has been sleeping in the battleship until now - the Iron Man of the Golden Age!

This Iron Man's disguise is so exquisite that if I hadn't just updated the bioscanning technology in my prosthetic eyes not long ago, I wouldn't even be able to see through its disguise!

It makes sense, the sudden appearance of the Orc fleet and the War Moon, the unprecedented scale of the Imperial Navy's gathering, the pilgrims who fear death... everything makes sense.

A blazing emotion called hatred burned in Gauss's metal chest. It was engraved in the deepest part of every human being's genetic code. The endless hatred for artificial intelligence made him wish he could transform into a beast and pounce on this creature. The monster in the skin of a cute girl is torn to pieces.

However, Gauss, who was so overwhelmed by hatred, failed to remember that the brand-new bioscanning technology he had previously equipped with his prosthetic eyes seemed to come from the database of this "Iron Man".

"Well, I'm too lazy to care about you. In compliance with the Marshal's order, I will take over the system of seekers. You just sit tight and don't move around. Just watch me operate."

Gray Feng turned around and left behind Gauss who was slumped in the seat, and walked towards the computer array in the center of the main control room.

The computer-brain array in the center of the main control room resisted symbolically for a few seconds and then became completely silent, with no trace of biological current passing through the brain. It only took a short time for it to complete the complete takeover of the Seeker system, because the main structure of the space station was originally built by nanorobots.

Through the secondary sensor Gray Wind could see that a massive fleet of pilgrims was still jumping out of Mandeville Point in the Falla system. Ships passed quickly past the seekers and rushed to the battlefield.

In fact, in terms of engine power alone, the energy core of the Seeker is much higher than that of these commercial and civilian ships that have been simply modified.

However, due to its huge size, the overly redundant weapon system and void shield also consume a lot of energy, which causes the space station to travel much slower than the pilgrims.

But this suited Gray Wind's wishes.

"According to the prophecy of Jabakski, the green-skinned orcs hold a treasure that contains powerful vitality. It is in order to seize this treasure that the human empire formed two large fleets, the Martyrs and the Pilgrims, to come here. "

"But not only humans, the Tyranids are also coveting that treasure. They are on their way, and the swarms will soon enter the battlefield."

"The Marshal determined that besides humans and Tyranids, there are other forces that will also intervene in Falla's war..."

Russell's mission to Gray Wind was to take over the Seeker at the appropriate time, traverse the outer orbital battlefield, launch a direct frontal attack on the Orcs' battle moon, and help cover him in seizing the treasure.

While Gray Wind was manipulating the Seeker Space Station to avoid the main gun bombardment of an Orc warship at various dangerous angles, he used his secondary sensors to scan the entire battlefield.

The main battlefield of this war is in the outer orbit of Falla, in the airspace of the Second Moon. The Orcs' War Moon just hovers motionless over the Second Moon. Garbage ships of all sizes are constantly taking off from the moon's surface and rushing to the battlefield, fighting with The human pilgrims were beaten to death.

"That big iron ball has not moved since it appeared. Is the power system damaged?"

It was really strange that the Battle Moon, as the strongest unit, did not enter the battlefield. Gray Wind was analyzing this abnormal phenomenon in his mind. At the same time, a slender pilgrim ship dragged a long flame tail past the seeker. Next to him, he hit a huge orc warship in front of him at full power.

The entire ship penetrated deeply into the orc hull like a spear. Countless simply armed human soldiers opened the hatch with the most basic ray rifles and poured in like a tide from the newly created gap. Inside the battleship, a bloody close battle began with the orc troops inside.

The Pilgrim fleet is not a regular battle fleet. They know that their shipboard firepower is insufficient and there is no chance of winning a naval battle with the orcs. The way to solve this problem is also very simple:

Use human lives to fight gang wars.

Countless fanatical pilgrims used death jumping gangs again and again to smooth out the absolute gap in firepower, turning naval battles with inferior firepower into evenly matched hand-to-hand combat.

The human empire lacks technology, transportation capacity, and coordination. The empire lacks everything except people.

"What a bunch of crazy guys." Gray Wind silently pulled the Seeker to deflect itself and avoid the most violent wave of artillery fire.

As someone who has sailed ships for countless millennia, Gray Wind's driving skills are impeccable. However, even it cannot allow a heavy space station to pass through such a battlefield unscathed. Both humans and orcs are going crazy.

All it could perceive was endless fighting, with light spears and macro cannons lighting up one after another, like fireflies flickering in the dark night.

The battle continues to advance, and an uncountable number of shipwrecks are scattered in space, faintly forming a ring around the battle moon.

Countless physical bombs were mixed in these wreckage, like a poisonous snake curled up in a dark corner. All ships passing nearby were severely damaged by the violent explosion, whether they were humans or orcs.

Compared with some of the battles between gentlemen among the stars, Gray Feng felt that this barbaric war without even a trace of humanity seemed to be the real war.

As the Seeker deepened into the battlefield, the huge size of the space station also attracted extra attention from the greenskins. Gray Wind skillfully used various weapons carried in different modules to shoot down the incoming orc ships one by one, without any flaw. The planning is as precise as a machine.

...It seems to be really mechanical.

But even a mechanical collective consciousness like Gray Wind has its limits.

No matter how powerful the weapon system is on board the Seeker, it is difficult to create a real clear space in a battlefield of this scale.

Small, high-speed raiding boats began to carry heavily armed orc troops, approaching in a formation under a hail of bullets, trying to directly launch a gang attack on the space station. The large garbage ship behind them also began to provide cover with rounds of ferocious naval gun salvos. Even Gray Wind felt a little overwhelmed by the rain-like intensive offensive.