Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

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Chapter 21 Inhuman

Normally, when airdropping Titan units, the mother ship needs to be equipped with sufficient fighter escort formations and ground firepower to prevent the Titan from being damaged by concentrated fire during the landing process.

However, there was no such thing on the Seeker. Conditions did not allow it, so Grey Wind simply opened the hatch and threw down one Cyberlux after another. Such a conspicuous and huge target was not equipped with an escort group. As you can imagine, they were almost attacked by the anti-aircraft firepower of the surface of the Battle Moon as soon as they left the hatch.

The firepower of the Cyberlux battle body is far greater than that of the Imperial Titan of the same size, but its armor defense is relatively lower.

Countless physical bullets, artillery shells and high-energy rays poured out like raindrops from various firing points scattered across the lunar surface, causing ripples on the silver-white surface of the battle body.

Unlike the void shields commonly used by the Empire, the shield system installed on the Cyberlux battle body has excellent resistance to energy weapons, but its resistance to physical ammunition is very limited. In a sense, the orcs' seemingly simple machine guns and cannons are actually a greater threat to the battle body than the fancy high-energy lasers and heat rays.

Energy shields are not suitable for resisting physical ammunition, and the orcs' battle moon is a tireless war machine. The densely packed fire points are constantly spraying deadly flames, and small fighter planes are constantly trying to take off and drop bombs on the Titans that stole their home.

Within ten minutes or so, the silver-white armor on the surface of the combat body suffered varying degrees of damage.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as an atmosphere on the battle moon, and the combat body can be airdropped very quickly. Finally, before the orcs' artillery causes enough damage to the body structure to affect its movement, the first steel giant successfully sets foot on the lunar surface.

From then on, the embarrassing situation of being passively beaten came to an end.

As the war body landed, large numbers of green-skinned orc troops that had been lurking under the moon's surface appeared one after another. They were either driving cool vehicles assembled from scrap metal, or driving crooked high-speed fighter planes, or just yelling and picking up their weapons, happily charging towards the big iron man in front of them.

There are so many of them that it is hard to believe that their all-out charge has turned the metal-covered moon's surface "green" to the naked eye...

Countless machine guns and artillery pieces mounted in fortresses and on garbage dumps were still firing fiercely. The dense firepower network and the madly charging green tide together constituted an extremely terrifying offensive. Many orcs even died from stray bullets from their own machine gunners.

But what greeted them was a bombardment as violent as a storm.

If the Imperial Tank is likened to a spear thrusting forward, then the Cyberlux battle body is a sea urchin covered with thorns.

The purpose of its existence is to attack. Every inch of its body is a weapon, and any part of its body that can be used for attack is loaded with terrifying firepower. The insane design concept has squeezed the performance of the energy center to the extreme. The weapon system is overloaded at the limit every minute and every second, constantly pouring out devastating and terrifying damage in all directions.

The melta bombs burned through the steel-cast continental plates and fell towards the core of the star, causing violent earthquakes on the lunar surface; the rail guns continuously ejected high-speed rotating metal solids around, grinding all flesh and blood into fine dust; more, there were arcs and plasma;

The war machines running at full power were so crazy that even two combat machines dared not get too close to each other, because the frequency of weapons firing and firing again was too fast. Even the most advanced combat computers and the most accurate guidance systems would inevitably be overwhelmed and could not guarantee that friendly units would not be accidentally injured.

But this was by no means a one-sided massacre.

While the Cyberlux combat troops were delivering firepower, they were also subjected to various weapons strafing and bombing from all directions. Every second, more scars appeared on the originally neat and beautiful silver-white armor. However, these scars were slowly self-healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If new scars did not keep appearing, a severely damaged Cyberlux body could even stand still and revive itself to full health.

If a technical priest were to observe the surface of the armor with a microscope at this moment, he would be able to see countless tiny nanorobots wriggling on those wounds. It is they who are constantly ensuring the normal operation of the entire body, repairing wounds, maintaining the system, and even acting as ammunition when necessary.

This is the method Russell prepared to make up for the lack of resistance to physical ammunition - the nano-repair system.

Yes, in addition to the Gray Wind from the L Cluster, the Human Federation itself also has extremely mature nanorobot technology in its technology tree. A total of 18 combat units are equipped with self-repairing nanorepair systems. They form a combat team of 3 units, and use overwhelming firepower to forcibly tear apart the endless green tide on the surface of the moon, stepping on the crushed corpses, and roaring towards the orc fortress not far from the landing point.

That's where the orcs' leader is, and that's where their target is.

The battle situation on the ground seems to be one-sided, but an unprecedented crisis is brewing in orbit.

In front of the Seeker's control room, Gray Wind stood on tiptoe and observed the enemy signals around him. He frowned as he controlled the crumbling space station to avoid artillery fire and make some limited counterattacks. The battle situation was deteriorating.

The greenskin fleet in space has already noticed that the battle moon has been landed and stolen, and they are trying their best to break free from the pilgrims' entanglement and try to return to defense.

This is very dangerous. Even if the individual combat power of the Cyberlux war body is strong, it is only a ground force after all. The orbital bombardment of the space battleship is a dimensionality reduction attack for the army, not to mention the unreasonable creatures like the orcs. If they are allowed to successfully return to defense, the 18 war bodies that Russell has spent four years to build will probably all be lost here.

"The Marshal really gave me a...very difficult task." Grey Wind complained that Russell didn't treat him as a human being, but then he thought, well, it seems that he is not really a human being.

At this time, Huifeng was much shorter than when she first appeared here, only about one meter tall. She had regressed from an adult woman to a small, tender girl, and her silver hip-length hair had turned into short hair.

Because it has disintegrated most of its body tissues into nanorobots, which are scattered throughout the space station to maintain systems and repair damage. Otherwise, the space station would have been sunk long ago.

However, even if Grey Wind tried so hard, it would be a fantasy for him to fight against the astronomical number of orc fleets with only one space station.

"The Marshal is such a scoundrel..." it muttered.

Chapter 22 Martyrdom

If you were to ask who would be the most excited after learning that the orcs' home had been stolen, it would definitely be the pilgrims who were still fighting a desperate battle with the greenskin fleet in space.

When the Seeker drove its shield all the way to the outer orbit and rushed into their desperate fight of life and death with great brutality, the huge size of the space station seemed to have some kind of mocking effect on the orcs, attracting most of the firepower to itself, allowing many Imperial ships to catch their breath.

The pilgrims, who had just caught their breath, were surprised to find that this seemingly bulky large fortress was actually more flexible in movement than many medium-sized cruisers. The Seekers moved nimbly in the hail of bullets, constantly adjusting and calculating the posture that would minimize injury to cross the line of fire, pressing the Battle Moon step by step, and for a moment even suppressing it.

Is there anything more exciting than this?

some.

The pilgrims' high spirits reached their peak when the Seekers finally arrived above the Battle Moon under fire. They saw the orcs' firepower pouring down on the Seekers' scarred body like a waterfall, creating a colorful and beautiful space fireworks show.

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

God's Machine!

Although it is strange that there are no imperial symbols on these divine machines, they are still our divine machines.

The arrival of the Titan units completely ignited the fighting spirit of the remaining human fleet. They sang hymns praising the Emperor and rushed towards the Orc ships that were temporarily delayed due to being stolen from the rear with even more fearless courage. They had tears in their eyes. The fanatical and almost insane faith of a large number of humans even caused a significant shake in the Orcs' powerful force field.

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

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

What was surprising and relieving was that the vessel leading the Martyr fleet was the particularly conspicuous Mechanical Society research vessel. This mobile research laboratory, which was not designed for warfare, was actually speeding faster than the exclusive high-speed strike cruisers used by Space Marines. Even in a vacuum, one could seem to hear the crackling sound of the overloaded engine.

The machine spirit was roaring, making people worry that if they were driving the boat like this, the boat would explode.

"Uh... is it so urgent?" Gray Wind was shocked by the speed at which the signals of these ships were moving.

Although Grey Wind knew from Russell that the Mechanical Society's worship of technology and knowledge had turned into a religion, it obviously didn't quite understand what it had just done meant to these knowledge-worshiping mechanics.

The Cyberlux warframe is made from the legacy of the mechanical pioneers among the stars. Whether it is the design concept, main structure, or the various types of weapons it carries, they are all completely different from the Imperial style. These technologies may be interoperable in terms of basic physical laws, but they are completely incomparable at the application level.

These novel and stable technologies are like rare treasures to engine oil guys. No, they are rare treasures.

The technical priests in the Martyr Corps were like a group of antique/art lovers at this moment. They saw a young man holding a court sword, a work of art handed down from the ancient Terra period, and fighting with real swords and guns. Every spark-flying confrontation made them feel heartbroken.

That young man is Huifeng.

"What a . . . what a . . . what a . . . "

Musbell's technical sage paced back and forth in front of the computer array of the "Unsolvable Puzzle" research vessel with his hands clasped together. He was so heartbroken and so excited that he almost bit his back teeth to pieces, if he had any.

After realizing that the greenskin fleet had come to its senses and was preparing to return to fight the moon, the sage urgently ordered all ships to ignore their own loads and provide full firepower to support them. No matter how heavy the damage was, they must stop the orcs from returning to defend and successfully launch orbital bombardment on the lunar surface.

"Fire at full power! Open all long-range weapons! Don't be stingy with ammunition, kill them all! Dirty orcs... Dirty orcs! Dirty and barbaric... We must not let these beasts destroy such a beautiful creation..."

The Technosage kept muttering nervously, and crackling sparks began to appear under the robe he was wearing.

With the intervention of the Martyr Fleet, the sudden change in the war situation finally gave the Pilgrim Fleet and the Seekers, who had been fighting hard in the airspace of the Second Moon, a chance to catch their breath.

While Grey Wind was speeding up the repair of the shield system, it was also gathering the scattered Pilgrim Fleet to regroup around it. It required the ships that were too badly damaged to dock at the fleet anchorage at the bottom of the space station as soon as possible for emergency repairs, where Faya's technical priests and technicians were waiting.

As the signal was sent out, the fleet sailed towards the Seeker, leaving a thick track stretching for dozens of kilometers. Even after such a brutal war of attrition, the scale of the ships of the Pilgrim Fleet was still far greater than that of the Martyrs Fleet.

There were so many metal wreckages floating in the airspace of the second moon that the circular shadows cast on the surface of the planet Faya became irregular. Most of these sunken ships were human, and some were orcs.

The strong orcs do not appear fragile even when exposed in space. No one knows how many small orc ships are hiding in this long space garbage belt, and when they will forcibly assemble a warship out of garbage and continue to come over.

Fighting the orcs was so hopeless.

"Have humans in this universe been fighting such a pervert?"

In the control room, Huifeng, who had become a little shorter, loosened his hands and lay on his back on the table, his two short legs flapping listlessly.

"There's no hope at all... that guy is too foul..."

Overall, Grey Wind is pessimistic about the war.

With the Seekers' successful stealing of the home and the Martyr Fleet's participation in the battle, the battle line was quickly compressed to the vicinity of the Battle Moon. Although this iron lump was called the Moon, it was by no means just a Moon.

In addition to being an arsenal that can continuously produce the Orcs' junk warships, the Battle Moon itself is also a huge celestial-level weapon. However, this weapon has been hovering above the Second Moon motionlessly since its appearance. Apart from the continuous orc warships taking off from the lunar surface to join the battlefield, it has not provided any firepower support, just like a decoration.

This made Grey Wind wonder what exactly happened on the Battle Moon?

Chapter 23 King’s Landing

The orc fleet currently fighting against humans is already bloated in size, with the number of their ships even greater than the Martyr and Pilgrim fleets combined.

But even a fleet of this size would seem out of place next to the majestic battle moon behind them.

After the Seekers arrived at the battle moon face, Grey Wind did not forget to release nanosensors to scan the structural information of this celestial weapon while fighting, and finally came to the conclusion that this thing was a complete war factory.

Grey Wind believed that as long as materials and time permitted, the orc arsenals buried deep under the steel plates on the surface of the battle moon could easily assemble a huge number of battle barges and even large destroyers, with a production capacity comparable to that of a giant dock plus.

This celestial-level space arsenal should have more escort fleets. But this is not the case. Although the Orcs' fleet is not small, it is shabby compared to the industrial production capacity of the battle moon.

What caused the Orcs' fleet size to be so out of sync with their productivity?

Perhaps, it was because of their blind jump into the Faya system instead of going through the Mandeville Point that the Orks lost most of their combat ships in the turbulence of the warp?

This is indeed a reasonable explanation, but Huifeng thinks it is not the case. If so, the loss rate would be too high.

However, compared to this, the increasingly severe war situation seems to require it to allocate more energy.

"Based on the battlefield data I have currently, the green-skinned orcs have an absolute advantage in this space naval battle. Although the human fleet can use various tactical maneuvers and advanced weapons to make up for some of the gap in military strength, the gap is too big, to the point where it is irreversible. They cannot win..."

Rather, it is the most outrageous thing that the orc fleet, which has an absolute advantage in strength, would be chased here by the human empire. It is unreasonable for the strong to be chased and beaten by the weak.

Then she saw a dozen Space Marine strike cruisers, under the cover of friendly fire, forcing their way through the Ork defenses and dropping landing capsules as densely as raindrops onto the surface of the Battle Moon.

The armored transport ships of the Mechanical Society arrived at the designated location at the same time. The hangars were opened, and the technicians scattered throughout the system operated synchronously to activate the short-distance transmission devices built into the hulls.

With a space distortion, an extremely magnificent armored giant equipped with a large plasma cannon and a giant chainsaw sword appeared behind the Cyberlux war body troops through teleportation.

Warlord-class Titan: "The Night Lord". Dominate the battlefield.

A battle formation consisting of small Predator-class and Warhound-class Titans followed, and they followed behind the Night Lord, arranged in battle formation, and began to use various weapons to pour firepower on the surrounding green tide, using large void shields to withstand the orcs' counterattacks, and rumbled forward amid the artillery fire.

Grey Wind felt that these humans were simply unreasonable.

The outcome of the naval battle in space has not yet been decided. Given the great disadvantage on the human side, airdropping land forces to the battle moon is basically equivalent to sending soldiers to their deaths. Once the orcs successfully return to defend, the dimensionality reduction attack from orbital bombing will surely wipe out the human landing force.

Orcs will not be afraid to act just because their compatriots are on the battlefield.

He was here to protect the Marshal, but what were the humans here for? Just as Gray Wind was wondering, a communication came into the Seekers Space Station.

The communication came from the cockpit of the Night King. The Technosage from the Forge World Musbell personally drove this precious Warrior-class Titan to the moon's surface.

While he was clearing the obstacles in front of him with astonishing efficiency, he was praising the Machine Soul in an almost insane tone on the communication channel, which stunned Gray Wind.