Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Boarding torpedoes drilled into the hulls of the forged ships like iron nails. The Death Stalker warriors clad in bronze power armor broke through the outer defenses of the Mechanicus, broke into the cabins, and headed straight for the control center with unstoppable force.

Although the Dark Angels were strong, the Adeptus Mechanicus was not incompetent either. Even the expedition fleet organized for a grave-digging project had a powerful combat capability far beyond that of the general Imperial Navy. A large number of combat servitors quickly assembled in the cabin and engaged in a fierce battle with the Space Marines who had boarded the ship.

But overall, as long as the boarding is successful, the situation will be under the control of Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company.

Although at present he only controls half of it.

Because of the boarding torpedoes fired at the two fleets, only those targeting the Mechanicus castings successfully hit the target, while the torpedoes fired at the Swordfish frigate formation of the Order of Truth, without exception, all missed.

These metal-cast space battleships were huge, but as agile as fish in the sea. They maneuvered with a dexterity that the bulky Imperial battleships could never imagine, luring the attacking torpedoes that were locked on them into a daze, and then -

It hit the slower-moving Space Marine boarding torpedoes.

Chapter 132 Burning Soul

The Swordfish frigate's agile and tricky movements like a swimming fish gave the Space Marines in the boarding torpedoes a familiar feeling. They had also witnessed such maneuverability in past battles with the Eldar.

No, the speed and flexibility of the Eldar Wraithbone Battleship are slightly better than that of the Swordfish Frigate, but it may be that the heavy zero-element armor installed on the latter's hull holds it back.

Even so, the powerful force from the dark matter thrusters and afterburners was enough to allow the Truth Monks driving the frigates to shake off most of the torpedoes by forcing them to maneuver - the small part of the attacks that could not be avoided were also resolved by the void shield.

Unfortunately, the Space Marines in the boarding torpedoes had no chance of seeing all this. After seeing the afterimage of the Swordfish flying by, they were hit by the torpedoes fired by Eumenides.

The boarding bay was destroyed, and Captain Sepenik's Fire Wings team lost contact!"

The landing chamber was destroyed, and Captain Bellheim's Hurricane Wing Squadron lost contact!"

The landing chamber was destroyed..."

The bad news that kept coming back to the Eumenides reported heavy losses that would have been heartbreaking for any imperial general.

The Death Stalkers' precious veterans were carried on board in torpedoes that were hit one after another by their flagship's weapons at the Preacher's teasing. One after another, they exploded into a long string of fireworks with a very gorgeous visual effect in the empty space.

These brave warriors failed to achieve any combat objectives, failed to kill a single enemy, and did not even touch the smoke tail of the Order of Truth fleet, and died miserably in space.

"This group of heretics... they really have reached some kind of cooperation with the Eldar. It is because they adopt the blasphemous Eldar technology that their ships have such incredible agility!" The officers on the Eumenides gradually understood everything.

The naval officer loyal to the Lord of Mankind had originally had some hesitation about Captain Gonzalez's decision to indiscriminately attack all friendly forces, but now, he no longer had any doubts.

The Order of Truth is no longer an ordinary heresy; an order of extermination must be issued.

The officer urged the technical servants to prepare the launch procedure of the "Annihilator" type vortex bomb as soon as possible, and turned around to launch a new round of attacks on the Swordfish frigate formation.

After the previous round of confrontation, this general with extremely high tactical literacy has already figured out some characteristics of the enemy:

It is true that the Swordfish frigates have a technological level far superior to that of the Death Stalker flagship, and they are overwhelmingly superior in terms of speed, maneuverability, and even the sophistication of their weapons, but in the final analysis, they are just frigates, the smallest combat ships among the stars.

There is usually no room for frigates to perform on regular battlefields. Their advantage lies in the flexibility and agility brought by their smaller size. They can patrol and put out fires on some major trade routes and clear out pirates and bandits with ulterior motives.

If facing those large battleships in the Stars that use crested bows and super-large caliber main guns as their main means of output, the Swordfish frigate can still use its agile posture to bully the bulky main guns that charge slowly and fire slowly, but this is not the Stars.

The ship design of the Human Empire is extremely distorted, and they generally use a keel structure connected to adamantium rams, rather than a crested bow that can be equipped with oversized main guns.

Adhering to the basic principle of "bigger is more beautiful, more is better", the hulls of the Empire's warships are always densely packed with all the weapons it can carry. The dense ship-borne firepower designed for close combat can not only defend against enemy ships boarding, but also continuously launch massive attacks sideways.

The flexibility of their bodies could not make up for the difference in specifications, and the sophistication of their weapons could not withstand the hundreds of void shields installed on a ship. Once they tried to get close, the preachers would face the crazy and excessive attacks of the human empire.

If the Eumenides, which has abandoned the ultra-long-range strike capability of its main gun, faces a battleship of the same specification equipped with a concentrated arc generator, it will undoubtedly be killed beyond visual range by the enemy with a crested bow and will have no ability to fight back.

But when facing a frigate with fast legs and short arms, it can restrain the opponent.

The missionaries were well aware of this, so the tactics they adopted were mainly long-range guerrilla harassment. They danced on the edge of a knife in short and dangerous confrontations, looking for opportunities to send out the reorganized Banshees to launch boarding attacks:

——They saw that due to the two previous boarding attacks, the interior of the Eumenides was already empty, and there might not be enough Space Marines stationed there. As long as they could successfully send the Banshee Squad into the battleship, they could directly seize control of the battleship.

It was a good idea, but how could Captain Gonzalez, who formulated the battle plan, not know the flaws that the Brothers of Truth could see?

The reason why he dared to take such a risky action at such a great risk was because he had absolute confidence in himself and his fighting brothers.

Less than three hours after the war began, the commander of the 3rd Company proved that his confidence was not arrogance.

"Stop all attacks on the 'Burning Soul' forge ship! The Fire Wing Squad led by Captain Gonzalez has successfully seized control of the ship!"

After hearing the news, the officers on the Eumenides finally relaxed a little.

They succeeded. They managed to behead the commander of the Mechanicus's forge ship before the Order of Truth could seize the opportunity to board and behead him.

Once the balance of power tilted, it would collapse faster and faster. The moment the Burning Soul fell into the hands of the Death Stalkers, victory was already secured.

Next, as long as they steadily expand their advantage and seize all the remaining forge fleets of the Mechanicus, they will be able to crush the fleet of the Order of Truth with their absolute firepower and size advantage. After paying an acceptable amount of casualties, the entire space battlefield will be completely cleared.

As for the ground personnel who somehow survived the first round of orbital bombardment, they would also be swallowed up by the subspace rift torn open by the "Annihilator" type vortex bomb that was about to be launched.

Gonzalez's plan was quite complete. If it went smoothly, the course of the war would inevitably continue to tilt in the direction he expected, adding another brilliant achievement to his distinguished military career.

However, no matter how perfect the plan is or how high the error tolerance is, one can only plan based on the information one has, and cannot prevent forces beyond one's field of vision from breaking into the battle.

Such as now.

At the edge of the pyramid group, a Swordfish frigate that was flying over the carbonized crystal planet and preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Eumenides suddenly detected a strange signal.

"Report, we have detected an unfamiliar psychic signal at the edge of the galaxy, but the wavelength frequency band of this signal has been marked as 'trusted' by the system. It is a small group of Zerg biological warships..."

A female truth monk looked at the real information on the psychic detector and frowned slightly: "Strange, I have seen the swarm fleet of Coronia enslaved by the leader before, but I have never seen biological warships of this form..."

Chapter 133 Mysterious Eyes

Although she was a little confused, she knew that the Zerg would integrate the genetic advantages of the races they had devoured to carry out self-iterative evolution.

The small fleet of Zerg creatures marked as "trusted" seemed to have just emerged from warp travel and was flying towards the edge of the flare galaxy at sub-light speed.

So, is this also a kind of Zerg evolution?

...Let's consider the suddenly appearing swarm of insects as a subordinate unit of the Coroniai. The female missionary who first detected the signal tried to send the little remaining psychic dust on the ship into the psychic detection array to further expand the scanning range to the entire galaxy.

Strangely enough, the people who returned to the fleet later all said that the dust they carried was snatched away by a monster covered with eyes, which was really confusing.

Her confusion did not last long, and soon, the preliminary scan results of the entire flare galaxy and its surrounding areas were presented to all crew members.

The "trusted" Zerg psychic signals detected previously appeared in the galaxy model as several red dots crowded together to form a small cluster.

There were more than one such psychic signal, nor more than three or four. The entire holographic star map in front of him was still quiet except for the central flare galaxy. The entire surrounding area was already densely packed with blood-red Zerg swarms. There were so many of them that it seemed as if the entire universe outside of it had been submerged in a red sea.

At the edge of the star map, new red signal points continue to emerge from the real universe from warp speed navigation.

"Starting from the Critical Base, it would be impossible to reach here so quickly if we only rely on warp speed... It was a slingshot. The leader used the slingshot to directly launch a large number of Zerg swarms here!" In the Swordfish research ship far away from the battlefield, a monk with a green face excitedly informed everyone on the ship of this exciting news: "The scattered Zerg swarms are evenly distributed near the Flare Galaxy. After the ejection, they immediately started warp speed and rushed here. This is completely consistent with..."

Before he finished speaking, Lystia interrupted his excitement and said, "It is certainly worth celebrating that the leader has helped us, but it is not so worth celebrating that he has sent such a large swarm of insects that covers the sky and the sun here."

"What does this mean?" The young monk was a little confused.

Perhaps it was because of the news of the death of the scientific research director that Lystia seemed to be in a bad mood. She said in an impatient manner: "Use your brain. The powerful computing power given to you by the quantum neural connection is not used to calculate how many grams of bread you should eat for breakfast tomorrow."

While scolding him, Lystia dutifully walked to the star map and pointed at the sea of ​​red worms that completely surrounded the entire Flare Galaxy, saying:

"Think about it. To deal with the Death Stalkers and the Eumenides, a medium-sized battleship with at most a dozen Adeptus Mechanicus forges, is it really necessary to mobilize such a large fleet of Zerg creatures?"

"There is no need for that. If we are dealing with the Death Stalkers, the force sent by the leader is undoubtedly overkill. But at the same time, we all understand that a wise Star-Bomb will not make meaningless actions. All tactical deployments made by the leader himself must have deep meanings."

Under this premise, what does this sea of ​​insects in the star map mean?

"The leader has deployed a swarm of insects that is powerful enough to destroy a galaxy. This means that there must be some kind of threat in the Flare Galaxy that is as powerful as this."

It's that simple.

After Listia's words fell, the entire cabin of the sailfish research ship fell into a terrible silence.Everyone's eyes turned to the sea of ​​scarlet insects that was densely submerged in the star map, and the same question arose in the bottom of their hearts:

What kind of terrifying threat is it that requires such a huge swarm of insects to fight against it?

The answer may be disappointing.

In the airspace surrounding the pyramids, the space naval battle with the battleship Eumenides is still going on. In the early stages of the battle, with the cooperation of the Mechanicus and its own mobility advantage, the Swordfish frigate formation can easily counter large battleships that are far superior to itself in specifications and size.

But as the Adeptus Mechanicus's forged ships were destroyed and captured one after another, the imbalance of power caused the already pessimistic battle situation to take a sharp turn for the worse, and some exhausted frigates were unfortunately sunk by the Death Stalkers. The core meltdown destroyed the beautiful silver-white hull, and the frigates driven by the monks exploded in space like the Space Marine boarding torpedoes they had destroyed before, burying all the crew members in the sea of ​​stars.

The strong psychological quality allowed the remaining frigates, which witnessed the death of their companions, to maintain a strict formation and avoid a disorderly retreat that would have led to a massacre. However, at this point, most of the monks had already realized that failure was irreversible.

What was worse than failure was that the Eumenides, which had already equipped itself with the Annihilator Vortex Bombs during the battle, finally ran out of patience due to the guerrilla tactics of the Monks of Truth.

Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company, who had returned to the flagship, personally ordered: "There is no need to wait any longer. We no longer need to be obsessed with completely destroying all of the other side's space forces. In the name of the Lord of Mankind, launch the vortex bombs to purge the rebellion and purify the heresy!"

"Eliminate rebellion, purify heresy!"

Accompanied by the priests' fanatical shouts and devout prayers, three missiles carrying annihilator-type vortex bombs flew out of the Eumenides' hull at high speed and pierced into the tower of the central pyramid like javelins falling from the sky.

Just one Annihilator Vortex Bomb was enough to destroy a planet with the mass of Holy Terra and its satellites. Gonzales launched three such destructive weapons. In order to bury the secrets of the Legion and ensure that the glorious name of the Dark Angels was not tarnished, he could do whatever it took.

One, two, three, the three bombs exploded one after another after being embedded in the pyramid. The incredibly powerful force even shattered the physical laws of the material universe. Huge vortices surging with subspace energy appeared in everyone's sight.

The three vortices were too close to each other. When the explosion just happened and the subspace rift was just formed, the three vortex parts overlapped together.

As Gonzalez had expected, the rapidly expanding subspace vortex quickly swallowed up most of the pyramid's structure and continued to expand.

But what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

The three overlapping subspace vortices did not continue to approach each other and merge into one, but instead began to move away from each other contrary to common sense.

Under the influence of some unexplainable force, three vortexes lined up at the original site of the pyramid group, connected end to end.During the connection process, the subspace vortex was slowly "squashed" like a child's toy ball, and finally, it was completely pulled into a long and narrow gap across the entire flare galaxy.

It's like... a closed eye.

Chapter 134 Statistics

"whee……"

“Hahaha…haha…”

“Ahhhhhhh——!”

When the long and thin crack like a tightly closed eye started from the pyramid group left by the Necrons and stretched across the entire Flare Galaxy, everyone including the preachers and the Death Stalkers heard it. Countless strange voices came out of the crack, and blasphemous whispers came one after another.

The psychic detection arrays and subspace scanners were issuing crazy warnings. The astropaths and navigators on the ship went crazy. They roared, muttered, and hysterically scratched their eyeballs and faces, trying to peel what they saw from their souls.

Even ordinary sailors who had no psychic talent could most intuitively feel at this moment the close connection between their own souls and the subspace.

Countless mortals with weak minds were driven mad by the whispers of the Warp, and many sailors watched in horror as their comrades were fine one second, and fell to the ground groaning in pain the next.

Their skin cracks, and wriggling granulations and hair grow from the cracks; their eyeballs bleed, and vicious slander that misleads the mind comes from the depths of their throats; their bodies are deformed and their minds are insane, and the concept of being a human being itself is dissipating, and in its place, a kind of blasphemous and distorted existence appears in this world.

And all this was just because they took a look at the thin crack that ran across the flare.

The tiny slit was opening slowly, like an eye gradually opening. Any mortal who looked into this eye would become hysterical, crying bitterly but also laughing softly, with a happy and satisfied smile on his tear-stained face.