Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 15 Church
Accompanied by the intense flickering of high-energy rays and hot plasma, more and more orc junk ships were blown up and turned into metal wreckage floating in the silent space. The wreckage in the distance was thrown towards the outer orbit by the residual kinetic energy, and the nearby wreckage was captured by the gravity of the planet, directly fell into the atmosphere and turned into a dense meteor shower, and was quickly annihilated invisibly.

And more garbage ship wreckage stayed in the same orbit of the Seeker space station.

The firepower of the space station is powerful, but as time goes by, more and more orc ships jump out of the subspace, and the size of the ships is also getting bigger and bigger.

They started out as small nimble speedboats and raiders that could be overwhelmed with a single focus fire.But soon, larger destroyers began to appear, although whether the crooked and damaged samples can be called destroyers is still open to question.

At the beginning, the firepower network woven by the Seeker could sink all the garbage ships that were rushing, but as more and more warships came, getting bigger, crazier, and waaagh!!!, the pressure on the space station suddenly increased.

The orcs groaned fearlessly and rushed towards the sea of ​​destruction in front of them, confronting the hot plasma with a surging green tide.

The advantage of the Seeker space station is not only its firepower, but also its range. Of course, the orcs are not bad guys who only know how to send them to death, but the cannons and machine guns on their junk ships are far inferior to the plasma cannons and large macro cannons of the space station. Often, the orcs have not rushed to the effective range of their weapons, and the gunfire of the Seeker is already in sight.

But that advantage is rapidly disappearing.

One after another large ships emerged from the warp, marching forward under the raging firepower, bigger ships with stronger shields, thicker barrels, more boys and bigger waaagh!!!!

The boys driving the light speedboat began to hide on the side or rear of the big ship, allowing it to bear the firepower for itself and keep pushing forward.

In order to penetrate the defenses of these big guys, the Seeker had to adjust the firing frequency of the turret to the highest level, which meant more frequent turns, the cooling time left for the weapon system was getting shorter and shorter, and the load doubled.

By this time, some orc ships were able to rush to the space station and shoot a cannonball in the face before they were blown up.

Although the shell was not painful, and it was almost a hit for the large void shield covering the entire space station, it was not a good sign-the orcs were starting to hit themselves.

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

Green tide, endless green tide.

The orc garbage ships surged in like waves, they appeared in every direction, and sailed in every space. The excited and crazy battle roar could pass through the silent vacuum, resounding in the depths of every mechanic's heart, deafening.

The endless sea of ​​steel seems to be saying to the seeker:

"My boys are endless, and your energy is draining every moment!"

Normally, such a space fortress would be equipped with sufficient naval ships as an escort fleet to assist in the battle, but the Seeker did not. This space fortress, which was hastily pieced together with all the wealth of the Mechanic Order, is the entire naval power of Falla.

According to the style of the Adeptus Mechanicus, at this time, they should have wisely left the planet behind them and fled away when they saw that the situation was not good. But they couldn’t do it now, because the hastily built space station Seeker didn’t have enough powerful subspace engines and Geller’s force field at all, so they couldn’t carry out subspace navigation at all.

Facing the colorful sea of ​​orc garbage, the Seeker still maintains an absolute advantage in size and fire suppression, but this advantage is rapidly disintegrating.

Some garbage ships have begun to use the wreckage of other ships in orbit as cover, rushing forward desperately, breaking through the firepower network woven by the Seeker, and smashing directly into the atmosphere of Falla.The technical priests are powerless to stop them, and can only pray that the army on the ground is brave enough.

There are still successive subspace signals coming from the front, and more garbage ships are drilled out of the turbulent waves of the sea of ​​souls, endlessly.

"Oh my god, how many of them are there..." Gauss felt that his legs made of alloy were a little weak, and the emotion called despair eroded his artificial heart.

"The 133 main gun on the port side is overheated, apply for emergency cooling!"

"The 401 main gun on the port side is overloaded and short-circuited, we are doing our best to repair it!"

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

The communicator next to his ear was still sending reports on the situation of various parts of the space station. Gauss sat in the master control room and looked around. What he could see was a green tide all over the sky, with no end in sight.

Could there be worse news than this?

some.

"A subspace signal was detected on the starboard side, the signal strength... the signal strength..." The technician's report was mixed with rustling electric sounds and uncontrollable trembling: "Well, how is this signal strength possible..."

Gauss closed his eyes, he already knew what was making the technician incoherent.

Such signal strength can only mean one thing.

An extremely huge orc warship, perhaps of the battleship level, is emerging from the subspace.

There is no need to use detectors, and there is no need for psykers to observe the subspace fluctuations. At this time, as long as an ordinary person stands on the surface of Falla's planet and raises his head, he can directly see a conspicuous blue-purple twisted crack through the atmosphere.

In the vast expanse of space, a huge mouth stretching for tens of kilometers opened up. It was the reality that was torn apart, and it was a gap in the subspace.Countless distorted images flowed like waves in the abyss dimension on the other side of the rift, and a giant made of steel was driving in the turbulent water, motionless.

The majestic giant ship is densely covered with countless cold and hard muzzles and running void shield generators, and carrier-based aircraft are constantly flying out of the hangar with the hatch open. The frenzied war configuration is shocking.

But when Gauss looked at it at first glance, the first thing 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 on a battleship, with the icon of the Emperor of Man standing on the top of the tower.

Gauss's arm joints were trembling, and he lowered his head to review the information sent by his technician again. The strong subspace signal just now started at the Mandeville point of the Falla galaxy.

"That's our fleet!"

In an instant, everyone's attention on the space station was drawn to the gap in the subspace that was far away from them.

The huge fleet of the human empire is sailing out from there.

(End of this chapter)