Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

What kind of thing could affect the fate of a vast empire spanning the galaxy?

Alexei had no answer.

But the banner of battle for the God-Emperor has been raised, and the people of Esbanese and surrounding sectors are united.

Countless pilgrims organized themselves, from clergy to merchants, from Astartes to commoners, and even to the Mechanicum and the Inquisition.

Driven by their fanatical faith, the mighty fleet sailed to the sky above the main star "Nifle" where Alexei's prophetess was located, and asked the messenger of the God Emperor to guide them on the path of the expedition.

So she came here.

The two expedition fleets, the Martyrs and the Pilgrims, tracked the Orcs' fighting moon all the way, piercing the green tide spreading across the starry sky. They continued to gather troops and supplies from the fragmented imperial world, and launched crazy raids on the Orcs again and again along the way. However, There are not many decisive results.

In endless battles, they had arrived at the eastern edge of the Ultramarine Segmentum, where the Emperor had spoken of in his dreams.

A certain sense of glorious destiny makes every warrior firmly believe that they will accomplish unprecedented feats here, dedicate their lives to the Emperor, and complete the tasks assigned to them by the Lord of Mankind.

——Even if the Emperor never said so.

"Alexei the Prophet, what should we do next?"

On the Penitent Fire, the Archbishop of the State Church sat at the table and leaned forward slightly, asking questions sincerely.

Temporary commander Milak nervously observed the battle situation in the airspace of the Second Moon in front of the psychic divination array. The naval admirals and Mechanicus sages stood by and everyone calmly discussed the next plan without any dispute.

It's amazing that they are not blaming each other and arguing endlessly - this is a once-in-a-million miracle for the human empire.

Alexei closed her eyes, her thoughts confused.

After a long while, the prophetess spoke slowly:

"We are not the only ones who want to seize the treasure from the orcs. The greedy alien zerg also covets that treasure... I have already seen the endless hunger signals echoing in the turbulence of the subspace, and the swarm of insects is approaching. The shadow is coming..."

There was a brief silence in the command room, but there was no panic. They had expected this situation.

The insect swarm is an extremely special existence. There is no such thing as self-will in an individual insect swarm. What unites and controls the entire insect swarm is a powerful consciousness called the "Insect Hive Will". When the swarm arrives, the Hive Mind covers the starry sky, and all subspace signals under the shadow cover will be blocked, and the subspace engines carried by the ships will also become ineffective.

In other words, the arrival of the swarm will cut off their retreat.

The best option in this situation is to evacuate. The value of any strike cruiser in the Martyr fleet is much higher than that of the barren Falla system, but...

"But gentlemen, we are already at the edge of the halo. Beyond, there is the dark abyss where even the Emperor's light cannot shine. If we fail to seize this last chance and let the orcs jump out of the halo, we will The chance to regain what His Majesty the God-Emperor desires will be completely lost.”

Milak said, picking up his helmet and power sword from the table, and said loudly with a voice as loud as thunder:

"We only have this chance. Everyone, please allow me to give it a try!"

These bold words made everyone present once again realize that he was not only a strategizing legion commander, but also a powerful Astartes.

"Now, let's recheck the battle plan we made before..."

The attack plan prepared by the Astartes commander for the Orks was simple and practical:

Let the simply armed pilgrims consume the orcs' naval power as much as possible, and then the main force of the well-equipped Martyrs Legion will take advantage of this opportunity to launch a general attack on the Battle Moon itself, which is armed to the teeth.

The expedition fleet will airdrop all its land forces to the lunar surface at once, allowing the brave and fearless Imperial soldiers to fight their way through the Ork war machines, directly targeting the Ork leaders hiding in the fortress.

There is no doubt that the treasure must be on it.

What is lacking now is an opportunity. They must not only reserve enough time for this operation to evacuate, but also consume as much of the greenskin's space power as possible before that, and clear as many obstacles as possible for the landing force to seize the treasure. They must find the right one. time frame.

To this end, the Mechanicus Council urgently transferred the precious Warlord-class Titan "Night Lord" from the forging world "Musbell", as well as 3 Predator-class Titans, and 6 Warhound-class Titans to fight. formation.

The Sisters of Silence on the Black Ship, the Inquisitors and the Gray Knights, the Wandering Knights wandering the galaxy, more than a dozen Space Marine Chapters, large and small, countless Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy... all forces together formed this famous team. A huge legion of "martyrs".

The warriors are ready to go, vowing to take from the orcs what the Lord of Man wants.

After Milak reviewed the arrangements for the landing operation one last time, he determined that everything was in place and the shadow of the swarm was getting closer. It was time.

The battle-hardened Chapter Master picked up the scarred sword and prepared to give the order to start action.

At this moment, he heard an extremely distorted scream:

"God of all opportunities! What is that?!"

Milak heard the sound and looked up. The person who made this exclamation was actually the always mysterious technical sage.

This high-ranking member of the Adeptus Mechanicus from the forge world of Musbell has provided a lot of help to the Martyr Fleet and is respected by everyone, including Miraak.

But at this moment, the technical sage's organic face, with only one eyeball left, was covered with lines and gears, and he opened his mouth in an indescribable way and let out a series of crying screams.

"What is that? What is that?!"

"This is, how this is... God of all opportunities, God of all opportunities!... Is my visual sensor malfunctioning?"

He looked like he couldn't communicate normally.

Milak directly bypassed the inquiry and projected the information in front of the technical sage onto the conference round table in real time.

What appeared on the round table was a slightly blurry dynamic picture, and the spherical image in the center was the battle moon. But what made the technosages scream hysterically was not the battle moon itself, but a scarred space station hovering in the orbit of the moon.

Seeker space station.

The void shield on the surface of this space station is constantly flashing, withstanding fire from all directions, and it looks like it is crumbling and may be sunk at any time.

But the hangar modules located at the waist of the seeker were being opened one by one in an orderly manner, without any panic, throwing the steel behemoths that were ready to go towards the battle moon at their feet.

The landing begins.

In the end, I still like the 0 o'clock update.