Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

If you want to ask who is most excited after knowing that the orcs have been stolen, it is undoubtedly the pilgrims who are still fighting the greenskin fleet in space.

When the Seeker drove its shield all the way to the outer orbit, charging wildly into their desperate battle of life and death, the huge size of the space station seemed to have some kind of taunting effect on the orcs, attracting most of the firepower. When it happened to him, many Imperial ships were able to breathe.

The pilgrims who had just taken a breath were surprised to find that this seemingly bulky large fortress was actually more flexible than many medium-sized cruisers. The seekers were able to shuttle and maneuver nimbly in the hail of bullets, constantly adjusting their calculations. Crossing the line of fire with the least amount of damage, he pressed forward step by step against Battle Moon, and for a moment it became a suppressive force.

Is there anything more exciting than this?

some.

The high spirits of the pilgrims reached their peak when the Seeker space station finally arrived over the Battle Moon despite artillery fire. They saw the Orcs' firepower pouring down on the scarred body of the Seeker like a waterfall, creating a colorful explosion. Space fireworks show.

But the seekers of knowledge remained unmoved. Only the violent and beautiful huge machines were sent out of the hangar at its waist in an orderly manner and airdropped to the lunar surface.

God's machine!

Although it is strange why there are no imperial symbols on these divine machines, they are our divine machines after all.

The arrival of the Titan units completely ignited the fighting spirit of the remaining human fleets. They sang hymns in praise of the Emperor, and with even more fearless courage rushed towards the Orc ships that had been temporarily delayed due to the theft of the rear. With tears in their eyes, a large number of Humans' fervent and almost crazy beliefs even caused the orcs' powerful waaagh!!! force field to waver to a large extent.

At the same time, there is a group of people who are even crazier than them.

The Martyr Fleet located at the edge of the battlefield has all set off at this time. Regardless of the damage to the hull, they must force the speed to the limit in the shortest possible time, and impatiently fly over Falla and rush to the outer orbit battlefield where the second moon is located.

What is surprising and relieved is that the leader of the Martyr fleet is actually the particularly conspicuous Mechanical Society scientific research ship. This mobile research vessel not designed for war is actually faster than the exclusive high-speed of the Space Marines. The attack cruiser was even faster, and the crackling sound of the overloaded engine seemed to be heard even in the vacuum.

The machine spirit was roaring, making people worry that if they drove the ship like this, the ship would explode while running.

"Um...are you in such a hurry?" The signals from these ships moved so fast that it shocked Gray Feng.

Although Gray Wind learned from Russell that the Mechanicum's admiration for technology and knowledge had become a religion, it obviously didn't quite understand what it had just done meant to these knowledge-worshiping motorists.

The Cyberlux battle body is made from the legacy of the mechanical pioneers in the stars. Whether it is the design concept, the main structure, or the various types of weapons mounted on it, it is completely different from the Empire's style. These technologies may be based on the basic laws of physics. They are interoperable, but they are completely incomparable at the application level.

These novel and stable technologies are nothing less than rare treasures to motor oil guys, no, they are rare treasures.

The technical priests in the Legion of Martyrs are like a group of antique/art lovers at the moment. They see a stupid young man holding a palace sword, a work of art passed down from the ancient Terra period, and fighting with a real bayonet. Every time A spark-filled confrontation left them heartbroken.

That stupid guy is Hui Feng.

"How this is... how this is... how this is!"

Musbell's technical sage clasped his hands and paced back and forth in front of the computer array of the scientific research vessel "Insolved Confusion". He was so heartbroken and so excited that he almost gritted his back molars. Broken, if he had back molars.

After realizing that the greenskin fleet that had regained consciousness was preparing to return to defend the battle moon, the sage urgently ordered all ships to support them with full firepower regardless of their own load. No matter how heavy the damage was, they must be stopped. The Orks returned to defense and successfully launched an orbital bombardment on the lunar surface.

"Fire at full power! Turn on all long-range weapons! Don't skimp on ammunition, kill them all! Dirty orcs... Dirty orcs! Dirty, barbaric... We must never let these beasts destroy such a beautiful creation..."

The technical sage kept mumbling nervously, and sparks began to crackle under the robe he wore.

As the Martyr Fleet intervened in the battlefield, the sudden change in the battle situation finally gave the Pilgrim Fleet and the Seekers a chance to breathe while they fought hard in the airspace of the second moon.

While Gray Wind speeded up the repair of the shield system, it summoned the scattered Pilgrim fleet to regroup around itself. It required the severely injured ships to berth in the fleet anchorage at the bottom of the space station as soon as possible for emergency repairs. The technical priests of Falla and Technicians are waiting there.

As the signal was sent out, the fleet heading towards the Seeker towed a mighty track that stretched for tens of kilometers. Even after such a brutal war of attrition, the size of the Pilgrim fleet was still much larger than Fleet of Martyrs.

There are so many metal debris floating in the airspace of the second moon that the circular shadows cast on the surface of the planet Falla are no longer regular. Most of these sunk ships are human, and some are orcs.

The strong orcs do not appear fragile even when exposed to space. No one knows how many small orc ships are hiding in this long space garbage patch. When will a battleship be forcibly assembled from the garbage? Continue Waaagh!!! Come here.

Fighting the orcs is so hopeless.

"Have humans in this universe been fighting against such perverted guys?"

In the main control room, Hui Feng, who had become a little shorter, let go of his hands and lay directly on his back on the table, his two short legs flopping listlessly.

"There is no hope at all...that kind of guy is too foul..."

Overall, Gray Wind is pessimistic about the war.

With the success of the Seeker's steal and the participation of the Martyr Fleet in the battle, the battle line was quickly compressed to the vicinity of the Battle Moon. Although this iron lump was named the Moon, it was by no means just the Moon.

In addition to being an arsenal that can continuously produce orc junk battleships, the Battle Moon itself is also a huge celestial-level weapon. However, this weapon has been hovering motionless over the second moon since its emergence. Except for the constant The orc warship took off from the moon surface and joined the battlefield without any fire support, just like a decoration.

This made Gray Wind wonder, what happened on the Battle Moon?