Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

However, the activation of the orc manpower field added a buff to the combat troops, while the other imperial troops were in a miserable state. The orcs who had been thoroughly aroused in the battle became more ferocious and stronger than before, and the iron giants emitting black smoke were becoming more troublesome. There were even War Dog-class Titans that suffered heavy damage in close combat with the orc iron can mechas.

As the Imperial Titans fell, the gaps in the protection of the battle body forces gradually increased.

The Imperial troops were blessed with fanatical faith, and the Emperor's light shone on each of them, so they were not contaminated by Chaos. However, the situation on both the ground battlefield and the orbital battlefield was not optimistic. Grey Wind felt that he could not hold on any longer.

"Marshal, when will you be back?"

"Already arrived."

"So fast!"

As the words fell on the communication channel, a speedboat, which was so fast that it almost stretched itself out of shape, plunged into the outer orbital battlefield where countless ship wreckages were floating. With amazing mobility, it turned and moved in the ocean of space debris and rushed to the battle moon in the center of the battlefield.

The Fire of Repentance, which was equipped with the most complete equipment, was the first to notice this fast uninvited guest, but its speed was so fast that ordinary equipment could not capture the tail of the speedboat's trail in space.

After a brief discussion, one of the ship's psychic advisors, a disciple of the prophetess Alexei, was ordered to remove the cloth covering his eyes.

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Chapter 26 Landing

The young psychic advisor held in his hand a strip of cloth covered with sacred scriptures that he had just taken from his eyes, and whispered an obscure prayer. His psychic eyes, which had once looked directly at the light of the Emperor, cast their golden gaze into the sea of ​​souls, trying to capture the identity of that external high-speed signal from the warp.

The next moment, this powerful psychic fell to his knees, trembling.

His eyes were constantly dripping with sticky tears of blood, his face was filled with a look of collapse after extreme fear, and he had completely lost all willpower without even uttering a scream.

"Nothingness... emptiness... nothingness... nothingness... the end..."

The psychic kept repeating a few words with similar meanings, crying out loud in endless fear.

Is anyone watching me? "

In the cockpit of the speedboat, Russell suddenly felt an uncomfortable sense of being watched. He could vaguely sense that the observer came from the subspace, but he could not tell whether it was a spiritual entity cruising in the sea of ​​souls, or a psychic using the subspace to spy on him.

There is no way around it. He has not received any systematic education since he became a psychic. So far, he only knows a few of the most basic psychic spells that he can perform naturally without having to learn anything, and the most prominent one is his great strength.

It would be nice to get hold of the Book of Magnus written by Magnus.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking. To obtain the unique sorcery tome in the galaxy, Russell has to go to the Eye of Terror to have friendly exchanges with the Thousand Sons. He doesn't have that ability yet.

Just as Russell was wondering who was peeping at him, the peeper had changed.

The chief navigator of the Fire of Repentance: the prophetess Alexi, has been busy since the fleet entered the Faya galaxy. She has been observing the movements outside the galaxy through the psychic divination array and her own psychic vision.

The hive mind that unifies the Zerg fleet is a warp shadow that eternally echoes the signal of hunger. Psykers can judge the movement of the shadow by observing the tidal flow in the warp, and thus predict the arrival of the Zerg.

But this is very dangerous. Directly observing the powerful hive mind is no different from looking directly at the evil god. Ordinary psychics will have their brains burned if they just catch a glimpse of it, and their psychic power will go out of control and become twisted monsters.

Only a prophetess blessed by the Emperor could take such a great risk and carefully observe the movements of the Zerg for the fleet and determine the right time to evacuate.

After learning that his disciple collapsed due to observing some unknown signal, Alexei temporarily shifted his attention from the endless void outside the galaxy and turned his attention to the outer orbit battlefield where the situation was stalemate.

She judged that the danger level of the signal was not too high, because the psychics affected by it only experienced a brief emotional breakdown and did not lose control and become twisted warp demons.

It was this judgment that killed her.

In the turbulent sea of ​​souls, there are endless waves of psychic energy. Perhaps because of the sparse population density of the Faya galaxy, the subspace turbulence here is gentler than in other places in the galaxy.

The prophetess's eyes slowly swept through the wailing and roaring of countless fallen soldiers, and finally, she caught sight of that "hole".

It was a literal void.

The vast and boundless subspace seemed to have a hole pierced here, a dark hole stood there abruptly yet naturally. No matter how turbulent the waves of the subspace were passing by it, they would become calm and docile, and then be attracted and swallowed up.

Although there should be no concepts of up, down, left, and right in the subspace, Alexei inexplicably felt that he was "looking up". The void was hanging high up in a place higher than any concept, like a dark eye looking down indifferently at the boundless and vast subspace, like an insatiable mouth greedily sucking the endless energy of the sea of ​​souls, never stopping.

What a horrifying sight that was...

The prophetess had looked directly at the human emperor incarnate as the cold sun, and had also peeked into the boundless shadow of the hive, but she had never felt as desperate as she did now.

The moment she saw the "void", she was overwhelmed by endless fear. Alexei collapsed to the ground, her body trembling and curled up, crying.

"Who is it this time?" Russell was speechless sitting in the speedboat.

Now that the distance was closer, he could vaguely sense that the sight that was spying on him in the subspace came from the human fleet, but it was not yet able to be accurately locked. The feeling of having one's soul projection in the subspace spied on was not comfortable, similar to meeting someone without clothes on.

He put these things behind him for the time being and continued to use his psychic power to speed through the outer orbital battlefield, breaking through the layers of blockades of the Imperial Fleet and reaching the Moon of War.

This simply constructed interstellar speedboat moved in a simple and crude straight line and smashed straight into the steel plate on the lunar surface. The powerful impact force and incredible speed caused its body to twist and deform as it fell, and it eventually became a discus that hit the surface of the battle moon.

A silver-grey blade extended from the inside of the discus, cutting a gap in the wreckage of the speedboat as easily as cutting through mud. Russell walked out of the discus with the knife in his hand, covered in dust.

"Marshal, your boat driving skills are really poor." Huifeng's disappointed voice rang in his ears.

"I wanted to rush straight to the fortress, but I couldn't stop the car."

It's inevitable to make some mistakes when sailing for the first time, right... Russell shook off the dust on his body, took out a breathing mask from his clothes and put it on his face.

A few lone orc boys with stolen guns on their way to the battlefield noticed this strange guy who suddenly appeared. Just as they aimed at him and hadn't pulled the trigger, a thick psychic lightning swept across, burning them and their guns into ashes.

Psychic powers, boy.

After venting his embarrassment on these unfortunate greenskins, Russell lowered his head with satisfaction and looked at the blue-purple electric arcs wrapped around his fingers.

He returned to the speedboat that had been smashed into a discus with a knife in his hand, cut open the twisted metal shell with the blade filled with psychic decomposition field, and buried his head in the wreckage, searching for something.

Soon, he found it.

Russell held a silver-grey long knife in his left hand, and took out a crystal ball the size of a human skull from the wreckage of the speedboat with his right hand, holding it in his hand. Inside the sphere flowed a beautiful dreamlike starry sky, and the composition was incredibly dense. If Russell had not been a powerful psychic now, he would not have been able to lift it.

He chose to leave temporarily when the orc fleet just arrived in Faya, just to retrieve these two treasures:

Huntress's Blade, Votaum Reality Periscope.

Chapter 27 Assault

"It's time," Russell muttered.

The noise of the airship crashing was not insignificant even on the chaotic Battle Moon. Many Orcs and Imperial troops noticed it, and now it was time to leave as soon as possible.

With the Huntress's Blade hung on his back, Russell held the beautiful sphere of starry sky in both hands, and nimbly moved through the various metal wreckage and garbage piles on the lunar surface, approaching the steel fortress in the distance with amazing mobility.

On the front battlefield where the Imperial troops and the Orc army were fighting hard, the Cyberlux combat troops, which had been responsible for heavy fire suppression tasks, suddenly chose to adjust their targets at this time.

There were 18 combat teams composed of 6 war bodies. 1 war bodies of one combat team suddenly left the team. They no longer actively cooperated with the various tactical deployments of the Imperial forces, but instead directed most of their firepower to an orc industrial area on the flank of the troops.

Grey Wind wanted to eliminate all the orcs there in advance and use the ruins to cover Russell's next actions.

However, on the imperial side, one-sixth of the heavy firepower support that had always been carried out by the combat troops was suddenly withdrawn and transferred to other places. The disastrous consequences were foreseeable.

But for Gray Wind, Russell's personal safety takes priority over these friendly forces.

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

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

"The human army has successfully torn a hole in the orcs' 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 firepower. If you go a little later, they may have already fought with the orcs' boss..."

"Very efficient." Russell praised the bravery of the imperial soldiers and then asked, "Grey Wind, tell me the composition of the commando team."

突击队中有大约40名星际战士，其中13人穿著一种叫做‘终结者’的重型装甲；另有4名智库、2名寂静修女，2台被称为无畏机甲的活棺材；还有数台骑士机甲在为他们开路与垫后。”

"At least they learned their lesson and equipped the Sisters of Silence." Russell's tone was calm. He did not think it was strange for the Sisters of Silence to appear here, because he had seen the black ships of the Inquisition mixed in with the Martyrs Fleet on his way here.

What surprised him was that there were no Grey Knights in this commando team. However, when he thought about it carefully, it was normal. The Grey Knights did not like to act with the Untouchables.

This team configuration might be enough to deal with ordinary Ork warlords, but there is still the source of Nurgle contamination in that fortress. If these Space Marines do not discover and respond in time, they will basically die. "

"Eh...is that so?" Huifeng exclaimed in a low voice.

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

While the two were talking, the fierce firepower of the Cyberlux combat team had completely covered the rumbling orc industrial area and was carrying out 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 fill this gap, they were unable to do so, and the support pressure on them continued to increase.

Freed from the tough suppression, the orc armored vehicles and iron can mechas got a chance to catch their breath. They launched a frantic counterattack in groups with a more ferocious attitude towards the weak points of the defense line, as if they wanted to vent their previously pent-up anger.

In the sound array communication channel, the commander of the ground forces and the technical sage who was driving the Warrior-class Titan "Night King" sent dozens of communications in succession, questioning the combat team's desertion.

Grey Wind silently carried out the bombing mission and gave the Imperial forces 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.

During these 21 minutes, which were later called the "Bloody Hour" by the historians of the Espionage system, the Empire's ground forces finally experienced the true horror of the Ork species.

Without the indiscriminate bombardment of the Cyberlux battle bodies, the battered ancient giants and iron giants were having fun in high spirits. The crude artillery fired countless truck-sized solid shells at the positions of the mortal armored divisions and the makeshift fortifications built by the Astartes regiments, efficiently slaughtering the tiny humans beneath their feet.

In this critical moment, the Titan Legion led by the Night King rushed into the enemy camp from the gap, wielding chain swords and engaging in close combat with the orcs' unreasonable war machines.

The priests of the State Church scattered across the battlefields loudly preached poems praising the Emperor, and the mortal legions, inspired by this devout faith, responded to the orcs' battle cries with even greater fighting spirit and fearless determination;

The various Astartes Chapters that had been broken into pieces regrouped and continued to fight bravely despite heavy casualties. They attempted to tear open another gap in this terrifying green tide and send as many commandos as possible into the fortress where the Ork leader was hiding.

From then on, the intensity of the war progressed to the next stage. Countless lives were lost on the front line every minute and every second, but no one retreated even a single step.

Humanity has completely fallen into madness.

As time passed, the combat troops controlled by Grey Wind's subprocess had successfully destroyed the target industrial area, leaving only a ruin of broken walls and broken walls.

Russell held the Wataum Reality Periscope tightly in his hands and secretly passed through the ruins amid the rumbling artillery fire. His cloak was inevitably stained with the dust and anxiety of war.

He was not wearing the Governor's dress uniform or official attire, but a tattered black long cloak to hide his identity. Of course, the cloak was actually torn when he landed on the Battle Moon in a speedboat.

In addition to the cloak and mask on his face, Russell also used psychic powers to create some disguises, making his image in the eyes of others confusing, although it may be a bit crude compared to psychic masters like Alexi.

On the tattered surface of the battle moon, the war bodies that had completed the cleanup mission returned to the battlefield, and the Imperial forces once again received the powerful firepower support of the Cyberlux war bodies.

Although the gap has been torn bigger and bigger by the greenskins pouring out from all over the moon, and the greenskins are endless, the fighting spirit of the Human Empire is still high.

The humans and orcs who were so bloodthirsty that they failed to notice a cloaked figure flashing through the ruins of the industrial area.

Russell held the Wataum Reality Periscope in one hand and the hilt of the Huntress's Blade hanging behind his waist with the other. He jumped through the gap that had just been bombed by the Grey Wind and finally entered the towering fortress that was fought over by humans and orcs.

His heart was pounding and his nerves were on edge. Russell was ready for his first real "battle", but...

As soon as he entered the door, a stench that rotted the soul passed through the breathing mask and directly into Russell's nostrils.

"vomit……"

He felt nauseous and vomited all over his mask.