Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

In the Governor's Mansion on the ground, Grey Wind put his mouth close to Russell's ear and screamed: "Marshal, the green orcs are coming, wow~"

"If you act like a greenskin, people won't find you cute."

Russell pushed the paper documents at hand to the corner of the table and looked up at the clear blue sky outside the window: "It's a close call. The Star Fortress was just completed a few days ago and they arrived."

The construction period was almost missed.

"But we still made it in time. Now that we have the Seeker, the people from the Mechanicum should be able to destroy the orcs' advance fleet."

Gray Wind put away his joking attitude and said in a serious working manner: "We can proceed to the next plan, Marshal."

Russell nodded, unbuttoned his buttons one by one, and took off the office suit which was very elegant but not suitable for physical exercise.

"let's go."

At this moment, a brutal war was taking place in low-Earth orbit.

There was silence in the space, only the flashing of light spears and rays. It might be a bit inaccurate to call it a war, because it was actually a one-sided massacre. The simple spaceships that the green-skinned orcs had assembled from space junk had no reliable structure and fell apart at the first blow. Most of the time, they relied on a metaphysical thing called a force field to keep themselves from falling apart.

The force field is very similar to the psychic power known to humans to some extent. It can be roughly understood that every green-skinned orc is a psychic. Their individual energy level may not be high, but when a large number of greenskins form tribes and empires, countless psychic powers, countless gathering together, this will become an extremely terrifying force.

Powerful force fields added to their junk equipment, which theoretically cannot function, can be used to navigate the starry sea and even resist fierce artillery fire. They can also make the greenskins bigger and stronger, so that they can roar happily, fearless of pain and casualties, and rush forward to tear the enemy into pieces happily.

There are generally three ways to break the force field:

One is to invade from within and disintegrate the psychic nature of the body through the Sisters of Silence or other psychic-related means.

The second is to behead the orc leader who carries the power of the entire orc tribe, known as , and destroy the orcs' social structure, tearing it apart.

The third is to continuously provide more powerful firepower and make miracles happen with great efforts.

The Mechanical Repair Association currently adopts the latter.

Large numbers of orcs kept leaping out of the warp in their shabby spaceships, rushing madly towards Faya without caring about their lives, while the Seekers of Knowledge space station hovering there kept firing volleys of macro cannon fire at them.

The high-energy rays that were originally enough to penetrate a small void shield with one shot, now seem difficult to sink even a speedboat driven by an orc boy due to the interference of the force field.

But it doesn’t matter. If one shot can’t penetrate it, just fire a hundred shots.

Each functional module on the Seekers space station was originally a complete mechanical ship. Whether it was an expedition ship or a transport ship, it had its own complete weapon system. These weapons were not removed during the module assembly process, but were connected to the Seekers' energy center, becoming killing machines that tirelessly spewed out powerful firepower.

The massive number of ships brought with them a massive number of gun barrels, plus the ion cannon turrets wandering around the space station. The torrential sea of ​​firepower constantly blasted the shabby ships that broke into the sky above Faya into real rubble.

Such long-term continuous firepower output is always accompanied by problems such as energy system overload and hardware overheating, but the Seeker has solved this problem to a certain extent by virtue of its huge size:

It has powerful three-dimensional firepower in all directions without blind spots. It can rotate itself and change the direction of the enemy at any time, allowing the overheated muzzle to turn to the back to rest and cool down, round after round, to achieve real firepower coverage without any window period.

Chapter 15 Church

Accompanied by the dense flashes of high-energy rays and hot plasma, more and more orc junk ships were blown into metal debris floating in the silent space. The debris in the distance was ejected towards the outer orbit by the residual kinetic energy, while the closer ones were captured by the gravity of the planets and fell directly into the atmosphere, turning into dense meteor showers and quickly disappearing into thin air.

More garbage ship wreckage remained in the same orbit as the Seekers space station.

The firepower of the space station is indeed powerful, but as time goes by, more and more Ork ships jump out of the warp, and the size of the ships is getting larger and larger.

At first, they were just small and flexible speedboats and raiding boats that could be submerged with just a wave of concentrated fire. But soon, larger destroyers began to appear, although it was still debatable whether the crooked and damaged ones could be called destroyers.

At the beginning, the firepower network woven by the Seekers was able to sink and submerge all the oncoming garbage ships, but as more and more warships came, and they became bigger and crazier, the pressure on the space station suddenly increased.

The orcs roared fearlessly and rushed towards the sea of ​​destruction in front of them, using the surging green tide to counter the hot plasma.

The advantage of the Seekers space station lies not only in its firepower, but also in its range. The orcs are certainly not losers who only know how to die, but the cannons and machine guns loaded on their garbage ships are far inferior to the plasma cannons and large macro cannons of the space station in terms of range. Often, before the orcs can reach the effective range of their weapons, the Seekers' artillery fire is already in sight.

But this advantage is disappearing rapidly.

One after another, large ships emerged from the warp and moved forward under the fierce firepower. The larger ships had stronger shields, thicker gun barrels, more boys and more grand things!

The guys driving the light speedboats began to hide on the side or rear of the big ship, letting it bear the firepower for them while continuing to move forward.

In order to penetrate the defenses of these giants, the Seeker had to adjust the firing frequency of the turret to the highest level, which meant more frequent turns, shorter cooling time for the weapon system, and an exponential increase in the load.

By this time, some Orc ships were able to rush to the face of the space station and fire a shell before they were blown up.

Although this shell was ineffective and was like a drop on the water for the large void shield covering the entire space station, it was not a good sign - the orcs were starting to be able to hit themselves.

Gauss sat in the center of the control room, and the projection in front of him showed a desperate scene.

Green tide, endless green tide.

The orcs' garbage ships came like waves. They appeared in every direction and sailed in every space. Their excited and crazy war roars could penetrate the silent vacuum and resound in the depths of every technician's heart, deafening.

The endless sea of ​​steel seemed to be saying to those seeking knowledge:

"My boys are endless, but your energy is depleting every moment!"

Normally, such a space fortress would be equipped with sufficient naval vessels as an escort fleet to assist in combat, but the Seeker did not. This space fortress, hastily cobbled together with all the assets of the Mechanicus, was Falla's entire naval force.

According to the style of the Mechanicus, at this moment, seeing that the situation was not good, they should have abandoned the planet behind them and fled, but they could not do it now, because the hastily built Seekers space station was not equipped with warp engines and Geller force fields of sufficient power, and could not carry out warp navigation at all.

Facing the colorful sea of ​​orc garbage, the Seeker still maintained its absolute advantage in size and firepower suppression, but this advantage was rapidly disintegrating.

Some of the junk ships were already using the wreckage of other ships in orbit as cover, charging forward without regard for their lives, breaking through the fire net woven by the Seeker, and smashing directly into the atmosphere of Faya. The technical priests were powerless to stop them, and could only pray that the army on the ground was brave enough.

Subspace signals continued to be heard from the front, and more and more garbage ships emerged from the turbulent waves of the Sea of ​​Souls, endlessly.

"Oh my God, how many of them are there..." Gauss felt his legs made of alloy going weak, and the emotion of despair eroded his artificial heart.

"The port side 133 main gun has overheated, request emergency cooling!"

"The port side 401 main gun is overloaded and short-circuited. We are doing our best to repair it!"

"The port side ion cannon turret has lost contact and may have been sunk!"

The communicator beside his ear was still transmitting situation reports from various parts of the space station. Gauss sat in the control room and looked around. All he could see was a sea of ​​green with no end in sight.

Is there any worse news than this?

some.

"Subspace signal detected on the starboard side, signal strength... signal strength..." The technician's report was mixed with the rustling sound of electricity and uncontrollable trembling: "How could this signal strength be..."

Gauss closed his eyes. He already knew what was causing the technician's incoherent speech.

Signal strength like this can only mean one thing.

An extremely huge Ork warship, perhaps of main battleship size, is emerging from the warp.

There is no need to use detectors or ask psychics to observe subspace fluctuations. At this time, an ordinary person only needs to stand on the surface of Faya's planet and look up to see a conspicuous blue-purple twisted crack directly through the atmosphere.

In the vast space, a huge mouth stretching for tens of kilometers opened up. It was a reality torn apart, a rift in the subspace. Countless distorted images flowed like waves in the abyss dimension on the other side of the rift. A huge steel monster was moving in the turbulent water, standing still.

The magnificent warship is densely covered with countless cold and hard gun muzzles and operating void shield generators. Carrier-based aircraft are constantly flying out of the hangar with open doors. The insane war configuration is frightening.

But when Gauss first glanced at it, what he noticed was not these mechanical facilities full of violent beauty, but a church-like building at the bow.

It was a magnificent cathedral built atop a capital ship, with a statue of the Emperor of Mankind standing atop its tower.

Gauss's arm joints were shaking. He lowered his head and reread the information sent by his technicians. The starting coordinates of the strong subspace signal just now were located at the Mandeville point in the Faya galaxy.

"That's our fleet!"

In an instant, the attention of everyone on the space station was drawn to the subspace rift that was far away from them.

The huge fleet of the Human Empire is sailing out from there.

Chapter 16: Fire of Confession

The main battleship carrying the church was the flagship and was the first to sail out of the warp and return to reality. Countless cruisers, destroyers, armored transport ships... a large number of ships accompanied it and sailed towards the sky above Faya.

As soon as it sailed out of the warp, the flagship's main gun, which had been fully charged, launched a devastating shot at the Orc fleet. The range of its shot was almost across the diameter of the entire planet Faya. The high-energy particles slammed into the colorful sea of ​​orc garbage, causing a series of violent explosions.

The technical priests and grassroots technicians on the space station could not help but rejoice at the sight. The space station they had worked so hard to build and the ancient Titan in the space station hangar were now saved.

A doubt that had troubled them for a long time was also solved at this time:

Even among orcs, few are crazy enough to blindly jump into a star system without regard for the gravity of celestial bodies.

Their behavior of rushing towards Faya without any strategy just now seemed very disorganized... Contrary to most people's intuition, orcs are generally a little brainless, but in a large greenskin tribe with a sufficient size, some wise men will be born, as well as strong and cunning leaders.

The scale of the green tide encountered by the Seekers space station has exceeded the critical point. A green-skinned orc fleet of this size should not be a group of people who only know how to rush forward mindlessly. They should have a commander and the most basic discipline.

This is very unreasonable.

As the huge fleet of the Human Empire appeared over Faya, the reasons for these abnormal phenomena were also laid before Gauss and other technical priests.

They believed that these dirty green-skinned orcs must have been chased all the way by the human fleet and fled here in a hurry!

All the grassroots technicians and technical priests were rejoicing about this. At this joyful moment, no one noticed that in the outer orbit of Faya, with the arrival of the Imperial fleet, the Gray Goo mothership that had been anchored on the back of the First Moon disappeared silently.

The fierce firepower of the Imperial fleet efficiently slaughtered the Ork warships that kept jumping out of the warp, which greatly reduced the pressure on the oil men.

Soon, the first communication from the flagship was successfully connected to the Seekers Space Station.

The content of the communication is:

"I am Miraak, the Chapter Master of the 'Flame of Repentance' Chapter. Thank you for your bravery and perseverance until we arrived. Loyal guards of the Empire, as the commander-in-chief of the 'Martyrs' Legion, I now order you to follow us and continue to advance. The Empire needs your strength for the Emperor!"

The people of the Mechanical Engineering Society were somewhat resistant to slogans like "For the Emperor". After reading this communication, two different emotions quickly flashed through Gauss's mind.

He was confused at first, because from what he saw, the "Martyr" legion that jumped out from Mandeville Point, whether in terms of the huge fleet size or sophisticated weapons and equipment, crushed the orc fleet in front of him in all aspects.

Then he was astonished, because he quickly realized that the "Martyrs" Legion still asked for assistance from the Seekers Space Station even though they had complete superiority in strength, which meant that these junk ships he saw now were not the entire strength of the orcs.

The greenskins still have a large force that has not arrived yet...

Gauss immediately ordered the technicians to maintain the system and cool down the weapons as soon as possible, and to restore the space station to its best condition as soon as possible while the Martyrs' Legion was dispersing the Orc fleet. Because after that, there was another fierce battle to be fought.

The fleet of the Martyr Legion did not approach the Seekers space station, but instead spread out its formation and relied on the range advantage of the battleship's main guns to carry out long-range attacks. The terrifying thing about the green-skinned orcs is their powerful close-range firepower, and keeping a distance and kiting them is a tried-and-true method against the orcs.

However, the orcs' escape did not last long. As if they had received some unified command, the scattered ships of various types quickly gathered together and sailed in the same direction under the fierce fire of the Martyr Fleet.

Their gathering direction points to the vicinity of the second satellite, the Second Moon, which orbits in the outer orbit of Falla.

It was also at this time that an inexplicable space distortion phenomenon occurred, and a huge spherical monster appeared out of thin air above the second moon, as if by magic.

Gauss couldn't believe what he saw;

"Is that... the Battle Moon?"

The Battle Moon, whose official name is the Battle Satellite, is transformed from an entire satellite body. Every inch of the body's structure from the inside to the outside is armed with steel. It itself is a giant celestial-level weapon.

This is the greatest masterpiece of the Orc Master known so far, bigger, more powerful, and more.

Its size was so huge that its mere presence above the Second Moon made this satellite belonging to Faya look tiny. The huge mass of the Battle Moon pulled the Second Moon off its orbit, like a huge orc wielding a rope to strangle a wild horse's neck.