Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

…It really seems to be a machine.

But even a mechanical collective consciousness like Grey Wind has its limits.

No matter how powerful the weapon system on the Seeker is, it is difficult to carve out a real clear space in a battlefield of this scale.

Small, high-speed raiders carrying fully armed Orc troops began to approach in formation under the hail of bullets, attempting to launch a boarding attack on the space station. The large garbage ships behind them also began to provide cover with fierce rounds of naval gunfire. Even Grey Wind felt overwhelmed by the dense rain of attacks.

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After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Grey Wind turned his guns around and focused most of his firepower on attacking the Ork raider that was rapidly approaching the space station.

The price of doing this is that the seekers are powerless to resist the salvos from the distant warships. The surging energy flow savagely hits the void shield covering the surface of the space station, causing waves on the water.

The good thing was that none of the first batch of Orc raiders that tried to board the ship survived the concentrated fire of the Seeker.

At the cost of having its void shield withstand a round of fierce naval gun fire, Grey Wind eliminated the possibility of being boarded. It had the confidence to do so because the Seeker had more than one layer of shield.

In addition to the large void shield that covers the entire station, each ship module mounted on the Seeker frame also has its own independent small void shield. Even if the large shield is eventually overloaded and fails due to a blow, the station still has a second layer of armor to withstand the firepower.

"The Marshal's order is to land on the battle moon before the insect swarm arrives..."

Huifeng took a deep breath, and his long silver hair fell down his cheeks onto the table:

"We need to hurry up."

Facing fierce artillery fire, the Seekers continued to cross the brutal outer orbital battlefield at full speed. The pilgrims of the Empire were still risking their lives to make death boarding jumps again and again in the endless green tide, fighting the orcs in space wearing almost no simple protection.

Boarding in the general sense originated from the human race’s home planet, Holy Terra.

That was in the ancient times even longer than the ancient times. Pirates in the Age of Exploration would use ropes and grappling hooks to grab passing merchant ships, then climb over the ropes or pull a rope from the mast to swing over, and then jump directly onto the other side's deck with firearms and swords to carry out armed robbery.

This type of attack is called "boarding".

In the golden age when humans were exploring the starry sky, colonizing the galaxy and technology was highly developed, the barbaric tactic of boarding was once shelved.

After experiencing the Iron Man Rebellion and the outbreak of the Omnic Crisis, both technology and civilization have experienced a significant setback. Humans, who no longer trust any artificial intelligence, have actually picked up the ancient tactic of boarding again.

It was nothing more than the boarding sea becoming a boundless sea of ​​stars, the ship becoming an interstellar spaceship, and the pirates with swords becoming the double-hearted and three-lung Astartes.

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But in the final analysis, boarding an enemy ship and engaging in close combat is extremely dangerous even for Space Marines who have armed themselves like cans, not to mention ordinary soldiers who are not wearing power armor.

If you are lucky, you can kill all the orcs on the ship before you are destroyed. Then the position on the ship will disappear and it will become space junk, allowing the surviving human soldiers to die in space with glory.

Those who are unlucky will encounter a fully armed orc boss on the ship, and meaninglessly lose the lives of their entire team in the face of overwhelming firepower, dying in humiliation without being able to make any contribution to His Majesty the God-Emperor.

In general, no matter whether the luck is good or bad, for ordinary human soldiers, boarding a ship means death.

Grey Wind didn't quite understand this behavior, which violated the iron rule that intelligent creatures should make survival their first priority.

On the other side of the battlefield, the well-equipped Martyr Fleet was anchored above Falla, watching the pilgrims' desperate battle with cold eyes, without any intention of helping.

Only when a few orc speedboats were lucky enough to break through the fire network and attempted to land on Faya would they open fire and destroy the speedboats.

Apart from that, I haven't done anything else.

In addition to a large number of naval attack ships, the side of the main battleship Flame of Repentance also has many strike cruisers of various postures parked. These are special combat ships for Space Marines, each of which belongs to a different war group. In addition to the human skull logo on the hull, there are also different war group flags.

For the Space Marines on the ship who were ready to go, it was such a shame to stand aside from the battlefield and turn a blind eye to the Imperial soldiers who were fighting the Orks with their lives.

But they have reasons to do so.

On the battleship Flame of Repentance, Miraak, the temporary commander of the Martyrs Corps, turned around from in front of the psychic divination array. Behind him was the silent conference room.

A few people were sitting around the round table in the middle of the conference room. They were: the red-robed technical sage of the Society of Mechanical Engineers, the fully armored Sister of Silence, the gray-haired admiral of the Imperial Navy, the bishop of the State Church wearing gold and silver and embellished with gems...

...and the ship's chief navigator: Alexei.

Alexi is a very beautiful woman. Her powerful psychic powers and profound experience make her deep eyes as intoxicating as lake water, although these eyes are blind - navigators are all blind.

As a natural born psychic, Alexi was often haunted by nightmares of the Warp in her childhood, but fortunately, she was illuminated by the light of the Emperor and her devout belief in the Lord of Mankind enabled her to maintain her self-identity amid the whispers of the Warp and not get lost and fall.

The light of the Golden Throne blinded her eyes, but it also allowed her psychic vision to penetrate the waves of the warp and vaguely see the vague vision of the future.

This psychic ability to see into the future through dreams was declared by the state religion to be a gift from the Emperor. Alexi, who had predicted alien invasions and Chaos raids many times through his precognitive dreams, and won many valuable opportunities for the Empire, was therefore named "the prophet of Espenes" and "the living saint".

About 30 years ago, the prophetess once again foresaw the rise of the greenskins in a remote galaxy in her dream.

Those filthy orcs got a magical treasure from somewhere. The treasure contained powerful vitality, which turned the dead planets and radioactive Jedi, which were originally devoid of life, into fertile soil for the orcs to grow.

The speed of their rise was so fast that when the Espionis sector organized an expeditionary fleet to wipe out the greenskins, the orcs had already begun to build ancient giant garbage on green planets while eating their arms and singing songs, preparing to start a grand war.

Although the expedition fleet issued extermination orders to several planets that were completely contaminated by orc spores in time under the warning of Prophetess Alexi before the green tide flew out of space, it was too late.

They destroyed only a few insignificant fringe worlds in the new greenskin empire. In the more desolate galaxies that no one cared about, deeper in the green starry sky, the battle moon had been assembled.

It was at this time that the prophetess had her second prophetic dream.

In her dream, she heard the voice of the Lord of Mankind.

His Majesty the Divine Emperor needs her to go to the eastern frontier of the Ultramarine, a desolate land in the Halo region, where she will obtain an important item related to the future destiny of the empire.

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What kind of thing could affect the fate of a vast empire spanning the galaxy?

Alexey had no answer.

But the banner of fighting for the God-Emperor has been raised, and the people of the entire Espenes and surrounding star regions have united together.

Countless pilgrims organized themselves, from clergy to merchants, from Astartes to civilians, and even to the Mechanical Order and the Inquisition.

Driven by their fanatical faith, the mighty fleet sailed to the sky above the main planet "Nifor" where the prophetess Alexi was, and asked the messenger of the Emperor to guide them on the expedition.

So she came here.

The two expeditionary fleets, the Martyrs and the Pilgrims, tracked the Orcs' battle moon all the way, killing their way through the green tide that spread across the starry sky. They continuously gathered troops and supplies from the fragmented imperial worlds, and launched crazy raids on the Orcs time and time again, but without much decisive results.

After endless battles, they had arrived at the eastern frontier of the Ultramarine, exactly the place the Emperor had spoken of in the prophetess's dream.

A certain sense of glorious destiny makes every warrior firmly believe that they will accomplish unprecedented great deeds here, dedicate their lives to the Emperor, and complete the mission given to them by the Lord of Mankind.

——Even if the Emperor never said so.

"Alexei Prophetess, what should we do next?"

On the Fire of Repentance, the Archbishop of the Anglican Church sat at the table, leaning forward slightly and asking questions sincerely.

Temporary commander Miraak was nervously observing the battle situation in the airspace of the second moon in front of the psychic divination array. The navy generals and the sages of the Mechanical Repair Society were waiting on the side. Everyone was calmly discussing the next plan without any dispute.

It's amazing that they're not engaging in finger-pointing and endless bickering - a once-in-a-generation miracle for the Imperium of Man.

Alexei closed her eyes, her thoughts in a turmoil.

After a while, the prophetess spoke slowly:

"We are not the only ones who want to seize the treasure from the orcs. The greedy Zerg are also salivating over the treasure... I have seen that the endless hunger signals are echoing in the turbulence of the warp. The Zerg are approaching, and the shadow is coming..."

There was a brief silence in the command room, but there was no panic as they had expected this situation.

The Zerg is a very special existence. Individual Zerg do not have self-will. What controls the entire Zerg is a powerful consciousness called "Hive Mind". When the Zerg arrives, the Hive Mind covers the starry sky. Under the shadow, all subspace signals will be blocked, and the subspace engines carried by ships will also fail.

In other words, the arrival of the swarm will cut off their retreat.

The best option in this situation is to evacuate. Any strike cruiser in the Martyr Fleet is much more valuable than the barren Faya system, but...

"But gentlemen, we are already at the edge of the halo. Beyond that is the dark abyss where even the Emperor's light cannot shine. If we fail to seize this last chance and let the orcs leap out of the halo, we will completely lose the chance to take back what the God-Emperor desires."

Miraak said, picking up his helmet and power sword from the table, and said loudly in a thunderous voice:

"We only have this one chance, everyone, please allow me to give it a try!"

Such bold words made everyone present realize once again that he was not only a capable legion commander, but also a powerful Astartes.

"Now, let's review the battle plan we drew up earlier..."

The Astartes Commander's plan of attack for the Orks was simple and practical:

Let the simply armed pilgrims consume as much of the Orcs' naval power as possible, and then the main force of the well-equipped Martyr Corps will take this opportunity to launch a general attack on the Battle Moon body that is armed to the teeth.

The expeditionary fleet will drop all its land forces onto the moon's surface at once, allowing the brave and fearless imperial soldiers to fight their way through the orc war machines and head straight for the orc leader hiding in the fortress.

There is no doubt that the treasure must be on it.

What was lacking now was just a good time. They had to reserve enough time for the evacuation, consume as much of the greenskins' space power as possible before that, and clear as many obstacles as possible for the landing troops to seize the treasure. They had to find the right time.

To this end, the Mechanical Repair Society urgently transferred the precious Warrior-class Titan "Night King" from the forging world "Musbell", as well as a battle formation consisting of 3 Predator-class Titans and 6 War Dog-class Titans.

The Sisters of Silence on the Black Ship, the Inquisitors and Grey Knights, the Wandering Knights wandering the galaxy, a dozen Space Marine Chapters large and small, countless Astra Militarum and Imperial Navy...all these forces together formed this huge legion called the "Martyrs".

The warriors are ready to go, vowing to take what the Lord of Humanity wants from the orcs.

After Miraak reviewed the arrangements for the landing operation one last time and confirmed that everything was in place and the shadow of the Zerg was getting closer and closer, it was time.

The battle-hardened Chapter Master took up his battered greatsword, ready to give the order to move.

At this moment, he heard an extremely distorted scream:

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

Mirak looked over and saw that the one who made the exclamation was actually the always mysterious technical sage.

This high-ranking member of the Mechanic Order from the Forge World of Musbell provided a lot of help to the Martyr Fleet and was respected by everyone, including Miraak.

But at this moment, the Technosage's face, with only one organic eyeball left, was covered with circuits and gears. He opened his mouth wide and let out repeated cries with a crying tone in a way that was difficult to describe.

"What is that? What is that?!"

"This is, this is... Oh my God, Oh my God!... Is my visual sensor malfunctioning?"

It looked like he was incapable of normal communication.

Mirak bypassed the question and copied the information in front of the technical sage to the conference table in real time.

What appeared on the round table was a slightly blurry dynamic picture, and the spherical image in the center was the Battle Moon. However, what made the Technosage scream hysterically was not the Battle Moon itself, but a scarred space station hovering in the moon's orbit.

Seekers space station.

The void shield on the surface of the space station kept flickering, enduring fire attacks from all directions, and it looked like it was about to collapse and could be sunk at any time.

But the hangar modules located at the waist of the Seeker were opening one by one in an orderly manner, without any panic, throwing one steel behemoth after another that was ready to go towards the battle moon under their feet.

The landing has begun.