Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"It's about time" Russell muttered.

The sound of the airship crashing was not small even on the chaotic battle moon. Many orcs and imperial troops noticed it, and it was time to leave as soon as possible.

Hanging the Huntress' Blade on his waist, Russell held the beautiful orb flowing in the starry sky with both hands, quickly walked through various metal debris and garbage piles on the moon's surface, and quickly approached the steel fortress in the distance with amazing maneuverability.

On the frontal battlefield where the Imperial troops and the Orc army were inextricably fighting each other, the Cyberlux troops, which had been tasked with heavy firepower suppression, suddenly chose to adjust their targets at this time.

A total of 6 combat groups were formed from 18 combat units. Three combat units from one combat group suddenly left the team. They no longer actively cooperated with the various tactical deployments of the imperial troops, but instead projected most of their firepower on the troops. An orc industrial area on the flank.

Gray Wind wants to clear out all the orcs there in advance and use a piece of ruins to cover Russell's next actions.

However, on the side of the imperial troops, 1/6 of the heavy fire support that had always been provided by the combat troops was suddenly taken away and transferred to other places. The disastrous consequences were foreseeable.

But for Gray Wind, Russell's personal safety had a much higher priority than these friendly forces.

"You'd better move as quickly as possible."

Gray Feng's voice lost its joking tone at this moment:

"The human forces have successfully torn a hole in the Orc defense line not long ago. A commando team composed of dozens of elite Astartes has passed through the gap and sneaked into the fortress under the cover of fire. If you go later, they will probably Already had a fight with the boss of the orcs..."

"The efficiency is good." Russell expressed his appreciation for the bravery of the imperial soldiers, and then asked: "Grey Wind, tell me the composition of the commando team."

"...There are about 40 Space Marines in the commando team, 13 of whom wear heavy armor called 'Terminators'; there are also 4 think tanks, 2 Sisters of Silence, and 2 living coffins called Dreadnoughts. ; There are also several knight mechas clearing the way and providing backup for them."

"I've learned my lesson. I know how to equip the Sisters of Silence when fighting the warboss." Russell's tone was calm. He didn't think the appearance of the Sisters of Silence was unexpected because he saw the Inquisition Blacks mixed in with the Martyrs' Fleet on the way here. Boat.

What surprised him was that there were no Gray Knights in this commando team, but if he thought about it carefully, it was actually normal. Gray Knights didn't like to act with untouchables.

"...This team configuration may be enough to deal with ordinary orc warlords, but there are still sources of Nurgle pollution in that fortress. If these space warriors do not discover and respond in time, they will basically escape death."

"Eh...is this like this?" Gray Feng exclaimed in a low voice.

"That's it." Russell replied, imitating Gray Wind's tone.

While the two were communicating, the ferocious firepower of the Cyberlux combat team had completely covered the rumbling orc industrial area, and was conducting a thorough extermination bombing.

The unauthorized departure of these three combat units created an area with relatively weak firepower on the main battlefield. Although other combat units intended to block this gap, they were unable to do so, and the support pressure on them continued to increase. .

The Orc armored vehicles and tin-tank mechas that had escaped the strong suppression had a chance to breathe. They launched a frenzied counterattack in groups with a more ferocious attitude toward the weak points of the defense line, as if to vent their pent-up anger. come over.

In the sound array communication channel, the commander of the ground forces and the technical sage driving the warrior-class Titan "Night Lord" sent dozens of communications in succession, questioning the combat team's escape from the battle.

Gray Wind silently carried out the bombing mission and gave the imperial troops the time he calculated:

21 minutes.

This is the time required for the combat troops to complete the protection and cover of Russell and rejoin the team to provide support for them.

In these 21 minutes, which was later called the "bloody moment" by the historians of the Esbanese system, the Empire's ground forces finally realized the true terror of the orc species.

Without the indiscriminate bombardment of the Cyberlux battle body, the dilapidated ancient giants and iron giants cheered happily, and their crude artillery fired at the temporary positions constructed by the Mortal Armored Division and the Astartes Chapter. The fortifications smashed countless truck-sized cannonballs, effectively killing the tiny humans under their feet.

At this critical moment, the Titan legion headed by the Night Lord rose from the gap and charged into the enemy formation brandishing chain swords, engaging in close combat with the orcs' unreasonable war machines.

The state priests scattered across the battlefields preached loudly with songs praising the emperor, and the mortal legions inspired by this devout faith responded to the orcs' war cries with even higher morale and determination to fear death;

The various Astartes battle groups that had been beaten to the ground regrouped and continued to fight bravely despite heavy casualties. They attempted to open a gap again in this terrifying green tide and send as many commandos as possible. Enter the fortress where the orc leader is hiding.

As a result, the intensity of this war progressed to the next stage. Countless lives were lost every minute and every second, but no one took a step back.

Humanity has completely fallen into madness.

As time passed, the combat troops controlled by Gray Wind's sub-process had successfully destroyed the target industrial area, leaving only a ruins of ruins.

Russell hugged the Wataum Reality Perforator tightly in his hand and secretly walked through the ruins amidst the rumbling artillery fire. The cloak on his body was inevitably stained with the dust and anxiety of the war.

He was not wearing the governor's formal attire or official office attire, but a tattered long black cloak to hide his identity. Of course, this cloak was actually broken when he landed on the Battle Moon in a speedboat. .

In addition to the cloak on his body and the mask on his face, Russell also used psychic powers to disguise himself, making his image in the eyes of others confusing, although it may be a bit clumsy compared to a psychic master like Alexei.

On the riddled surface of the Battle Moon, the combat units that had completed their cleanup mission returned to the battlefield, and the Imperial forces once again received powerful fire support from the Cyberlux combat units.

Although the gap has been torn open by the green skins pouring out from all over the moon, and the green skins are endless, the fighting spirit of the human empire is still high.

The red-eyed humans and orcs failed to notice at this time that a cloaked figure flashed past the ruins of the industrial area.

Russell held the Wataum Reality Perforator in one hand, and held the handle of the Huntress' Blade hanging at his waist with the other hand. He jumped through the gap that had just been bombarded by Gray Wind, and finally entered the towering fortress that was fought over by humans and orcs.

His heart was surging and his nerves were highly tense. Russell was ready for his first real "battle", but...

As soon as he entered the door, a stench that was rotten to the soul passed through the breathing mask and entered Russell's nasal cavity.

"vomit……"

He felt nauseated and vomited all over his face.

I should have thought of it earlier. Nurgle pollution is not just pollution, it also smells extremely bad.