Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

On one side is the mighty imperial fleet.

On one side, it is the war month of the orc clans.

The scene in space was so magical that Gauss began to doubt whether the day he experienced was real.

Faya is just a barren border town in the Halo Zone. How could it have the honor to witness such a grand scene?

Countless orc boys kept taking off from the surface of the battle moon in their cobbled-together ships, and happily came to the battlefield to join in this happy space brawl.

Various shabby ships of different sizes and even heads and tails gathered together densely, like a swarm of locusts covering the sky and the sun, almost blocking the light of the stars and casting a vague black shadow on Faya.

And in the deep space outside of Faya, another warp rift is opening.

Another mighty fleet waded through the ever-changing turbulence of the Warp and arrived at this desolate galaxy that had been peaceful for hundreds of years.

Unlike the neatly organized Martyr Corps, the ships of this later fleet were of a very mixed composition, including specially modified civilian merchant ships, the Mechanicum-style research vessels that Gauss was most familiar with, transport ships, Crusader ships, and Imperial Navy and Astra Militarum ships decorated with golden skulls.

Although it does not have a large main battleship of the level of "Flame of Penance" as its flagship, its organization is not as regular as that of the Martyrs' Legion, and its equipment and firepower are not on the same level.

But if we only consider the number of conventional ships, the size of this fleet is even several times larger than that of the Martyrs Legion.

Gauss learned from the communication that this second fleet was temporarily called the "Pilgrim" fleet.

Martyrs, pilgrims... No one on the Seekers space station had ever seen an Imperial naval force of this scale. In their memories, even several famous expeditions in distant history might not have been so grand.

But... even with such a naval force, which is unique in today's empire, is it really qualified to chase the orc clans who own the battle moon to Faya, the halo zone on the frontier of the galaxy?

Chapter 17 Disagreement

He felt that this was impossible and unreasonable, but the ever-changing battlefield would not wait for him to figure out all the problems.

At the same time as jumping out of the warp, the "Pilgrim" fleet immediately turned around without stopping for a moment and rushed madly towards the Orc Battle Moon hovering above the second moon. Countless ships dragged countless gorgeous flame tails behind them, like a brilliant firework exploding in the starry space, which was even more brilliant than the starlight.

Humans driven by faith are more brutal than the Zerg, more barbaric than the greenskins, and more fearless than the undead demons!

"How could they charge into the Battle Moon like that!"

On the space station, an old technical priest with no trace of biological tissue on his face cried out in shock: "The Pilgrim Fleet is full of fragile small and medium-sized ships. They simply cannot gain an advantage in close combat with the orcs! They are courting death!"

When fighting orcs, you need to keep your distance and use your wisdom. Who doesn't know this simple truth?

However, apart from the Mechanical Society armored ships that arrived together and chose to go directly to meet up with the Martyr Corps, this group of fanatics called Pilgrims all rushed towards the sea of ​​orc garbage completely unreasonably, as if death was their destiny.

The fanatical pilgrims fought with the greenskins, and bright spots of light kept lighting up in the deep space. They were the ships that self-destructed after their energy cores were destroyed, trying to drag a few more orc ships to perish together. Such explosions continued one after another without a moment's rest.

Even the most well-trained naval soldiers would be terrified to go to such a brutal battlefield.

If life is the Emperor's currency, then right now, the Emperor is spending it lavishly in the Fallas.

Gauss only felt that he had lost the ability to think.

What is going on here?

Why did the Empire assemble such a large fleet?

Why would the orcs who built the Battle Moon be chased by such a ragtag army and flee to Faya?

Why did the armored ships of the Martyr Legion and the Mechanicus just stay in the distance, watching the Pilgrims' fleet rush to their death with cold eyes, without any intention of helping them?

This strange battlefield...what on earth is going on?

"The Seeker's maintenance is complete, and the weapon system has been fully repaired."

"There is no abnormality in the power system, and the energy core has returned to normal temperature."

"Self-check completed. The machine souls of each module are in varying degrees of strange chaos, but are currently under control."

Various information about the space station flashed before Gauss's eyes. As the Seeker returned to normal, it received an order from Commander Mirak on the main battleship Flame of Repentance:

"Attack the orcish battle moon immediately."

Gauss raised his head and saw a silent space burning with flames of war. Steel and flesh blossomed like flowers in the vacuum, emitting a bloody smell called faith and glory.

"He wants us to die with the Pilgrim Fleet..." Gauss muttered to himself.

He then rejected the order without hesitation.

Unlike the Imperial Navy or the Astra Militarum, the Mechanicum is not a subordinate organization of the Empire. One head of the double-headed eagle symbol represents Holy Terra, the home planet of mankind, and the other head represents Mars, the holy land of the Mechanicum.

According to the ancient Treaty of Olympia, the Mechanical Engineering Society and the Human Empire are allies on equal terms, and only the Human Emperor who established the treaty has the absolute authority to issue orders to the Empire and the Mechanical Engineering Society.

But the Emperor is dead... or almost dead?

In short, there is no hierarchical relationship between the Martyrs Legion and the Seekers Space Station, and Miraak, the Chapter Master of the Flame of Repentance, has no authority to give him orders at all.

As for Gauss, his research on the ancient Titans had just begun, and there was still so much wonderful ancient knowledge waiting to be discovered. How could he just go and die with the orcs because of an inexplicable order with unknown motives?

It can even be said that if the Seeker had not yet been equipped with complete subspace navigation capabilities, he would have led the oil man on Faya to run away long ago.

However, just as Gauss was thinking about how to deal with possible disputes or even fights with the Martyr Corps and how to preserve the space station as much as possible, the space station seemed to have some ideas of its own.

Suddenly, without warning, the Seeker's engine started up on its own.

Gauss's mechanical body was knocked onto the seat by the sudden inertia, unable to move. He was stunned to see that the energy center of the space station was running at full power, the power system was instantly fully loaded, and the entire space station was driving towards Faya's outer orbital battlefield like an out-of-control dump truck.

There, the colorful greenskin fleet and the fanatical pilgrims were fighting each other.

On the battleship Fire of Repentance, Miraak, the chapter commander, was a little confused: his orders had clearly been rejected, so why did the space station still rush towards the battlefield without hesitation?

"Perhaps, the commander of that space station is a coward, but he is still willing to burn his precious life for His Majesty the Emperor, and only complains verbally." Mirak thought to himself as he looked at the distant track of the Seeker.

The psykers and Space Marine Honor Guards standing behind him also nodded, paying tribute to the pilgrims who were willing to die bravely.

"What a loyalty..."

You are very disloyal, and you are still thinking of running away at this time."

In the control room of the Seeker, a girl dressed in a full set of Anglican nun's clothes came up behind Gauss at some point, patted his cold and hard shoulders with her warm and soft hands, and kept scolding him:

"It's not just here. Several star systems near Faya are now full of orcs. The Seekers don't have a warp engine. Where can you go?"

Suddenly, cold sweat soaked the remaining scalp on the back of Gauss's head.

Because although the delicate little hand that was patting his shoulder was white, soft and had warm body temperature, his prosthetic eye, which had just updated its sensors, was unable to scan even the slightest organic reaction from this hand.

Gauss turned his head stiffly and saw a bright smiling face.

"You! You are the one who always follows the Governor..."

Great fear enveloped his body and mind, but the strong emotional ups and downs made Gauss laugh almost crazily: "Haha, ha... I understand, I completely understand, so that's it, so that's it! I completely understand!!"

A string of question marks slowly appeared in Huifeng's head: "Huh?"

It hasn't said anything yet, what does this cyborg understand?

Chapter 18: Gang Jumping

Seeing the somewhat stiff and unnatural expression on Huifeng's face, Gauss became more resolute in his opinion.

"That's right, Russell is just a puppet, he is just a puppet! As early as five years ago, when the Governor of Faya first boarded that ancient warship, he had been manipulated. That ancient warship not only has a large amount of heritage from the Golden Age, but also the evil artificial intelligence that has been dormant since ancient times!"

The girl in front of him looked no different from a living person, but her body did not have a single trace of organic matter. She was undoubtedly the remnant of the Iron Man's rebellion, the hateful intelligence that had been hiding in the battleship and sleeping until now - the Iron Man of the Golden Age!

This iron man's camouflage is so sophisticated that if I hadn't just recently updated the bio-scanning technology in my artificial eye, I wouldn't even be able to see through its camouflage!

It made sense. The sudden appearance of the Orc fleet and the Moon of War, the unprecedented scale of the Imperial Navy's assembly, the pilgrims who were ready to die... everything made sense.

A fiery emotion called hatred burned fiercely in Gauss's metal chest. It was engraved in the deepest part of every human's genetic code. The endless and deep hatred for artificial intelligence made him wish he could turn into a beast and pounce on this monster in the skin of a cute girl and tear it into pieces.

However, Gauss, who was blinded by hatred, did not remember that the new bio-scanning technology he had previously installed on his prosthetic eye seemed to have come from the database of this "Iron Man".

"Well, I don't want to bother with you. Following the Marshal's orders, I will take full control of the Seeker System. Just sit still and don't move. Just watch me operate."

Huifeng turned around, leaving Gauss, who was slumped in his chair, behind him, and walked towards the computer array in the center of the control room.

The computer array in the center of the control room symbolically resisted for a few seconds before it went completely silent, with no trace of bioelectricity flowing through the brain. It took only a short time to complete the full control of the Seeker's system, because the main structure of this space station was originally built by nanorobots.

Through the secondary sensor, Gray Wind could see that a large number of Pilgrim fleets were still jumping out from Mandeville Point in the Faya system. One ship after another quickly passed by the Seekers and rushed towards the battlefield.

In fact, in terms of engine power alone, the energy core of the Seeker is far superior to those commercial and civilian ships that have only undergone simple modifications.

However, due to its huge size, the overly redundant weapon systems and void shields also consumed a lot of energy, which resulted in the space station's speed being much slower than that of the Pilgrims.

But this was exactly what Gray Wind wanted.

"According to Jabakst's prophecy, the green-skinned orcs hold a treasure that contains powerful vitality. The human empire formed two large fleets, the Martyrs and the Pilgrims, to come here just to seize this treasure."

"But it's not just humans. The Tyranids are also coveting the treasure. They are on their way and will soon enter the battlefield."

"The Marshal believes that in addition to humans and Tyranids, there are other forces that will intervene in the battle of Faya..."

Russell's mission for Grey Wind was to take over the Seekers at the right time, cross the outer orbital battlefield, launch a direct attack on the orcs' battle moon, and help cover him in seizing the treasure.

While Grey Wind was maneuvering the Seekers Space Station to avoid the main gun bombardment of an Ork warship at various dangerous angles, he was scanning the entire battlefield with his secondary sensor.

The main battlefield of this war was in the outer orbit of Faya, in the airspace of the second moon. The orcs' Moon of War was hovering motionless above the second moon. Large and small garbage ships kept taking off from the lunar surface and rushing to the battlefield, fighting the human pilgrims to the death.

"That big iron ball has not moved since it appeared. Is the power system damaged?"

It was strange that the Battle Moon, as the strongest unit, was not deployed on the battlefield. Grey Wind analyzed this abnormal phenomenon in his mind. At the same time, a slender Pilgrim ship with a long flaming tail passed by the Seeker and ran straight into a huge Orc warship in front of it at full power.

The entire ship was like a spear that penetrated deeply into the orc hull. Countless simply armed human soldiers opened the hatch with the most basic ray rifles and rushed into the interior of the warship like a tide from the gap that had just been created, engaging in a bloody close combat with the orc troops inside.

The Pilgrim Fleet was not a regular battle fleet. They knew that their shipboard firepower was insufficient and that they had no chance of winning a naval battle with the orcs. The solution to this problem was simple:

Using human lives to fight a boarding war.

Countless fanatical pilgrims used one death boarding trip after another to make peace with the absolute gap in firepower, turning the naval battle with inferior firepower into a close combat with equal strength.

The human empire lacks technology, transportation capacity, and coordination. The empire lacks everything except people.

"What a bunch of crazy guys." Gray Wind silently pulled the Seeker to turn itself around to avoid the most intense wave of fire.

As a being who has been sailing for countless millennia, Grey Wind's piloting skills are impeccable. However, even he cannot get a bulky space station through such a battlefield unscathed. Both humans and orcs are driven crazy.

All it could sense was endless fighting, with light spears and macro cannons lighting up one after another like fireflies flickering in the dark night.

As the battle progressed, countless wreckages of ships were scattered in space, forming a ring around the battle moon.

Countless physical bombs were mixed in among the wreckage, like poisonous snakes coiled in dark corners. All the ships passing by were severely damaged by the violent explosions, whether they were humans or orcs.

Compared to some gentlemanly disputes among the stars, Huifeng felt that the brutal war before him, in which not a trace of humanity could be seen, seemed to be a real war.

As the Seekers moved deeper into the battlefield, the huge size of the space station also attracted extra attention from the greenskins. Grey Wind skillfully used various weapons installed in different modules to shoot down the attacking orc ships one by one. His coordination was flawless and as precise as a machine.