Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

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.

While jumping out of the subspace, the "Pilgrim" fleet immediately turned their bows without stopping for a moment, rushing frantically towards the orc battle moon hovering above the second moon. Countless ships dragged out countless gorgeous flame tails behind them, like a brilliant firework that exploded in the star-studded space.

Human beings driven by faith are more tyrannical than swarms, more savage than green skins, and more fearless than undead demons!

"How could they rush to the battle moon like that!"

On the space station, an old technical priest with no tissue on his face exclaimed: "The Pilgrim fleet is full of fragile small and medium-sized ships. It is impossible for them to gain an advantage in close combat with the orcs! They are sending them to their deaths!"

When fighting orcs, you need to keep a distance and use your wisdom. Who doesn't know this simple truth?
However, except for the armored ship of the Mechanic Society who came along and chose to join the Legion of Martyrs directly, this group of lunatics named Pilgrims all rushed towards the sea of ​​orc garbage without any reason, as if death was their destiny.

The fanatical pilgrims fought with the green skins, and bright light spots continued to light up in the deep space. It was the ship that exploded after the energy core was destroyed, trying to pull several orc ships to die together.Such explosions came one after another without stopping for a moment.

Even the best-trained sailor would be daunted to go to such a brutal battlefield.

If life is the emperor's currency, then now, the emperor is throwing coins in Falla.

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

What is going on here?
Why did the empire assemble such a super-large fleet;
Why did the orcs who built the battle moon be chased and fled to Falla by such a patchwork army;
Why did the armored ships of the Legion of the Martyrs and the Mechanicus just stop in the distance, watching the fleet of the pilgrims rushing to death with cold eyes, without any intention of helping;
This weird battlefield... What is going on?

"The maintenance of the Seeker has been completed, 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."

"The self-inspection is complete, and the machine souls of each module have different degrees of strange confusion, which is within the controllable range for the time being."

Various information of the space station flashed in front of Gauss, and as the Seeker returned to its state, it received an order from the commander Mirak on the battleship Repentance Fire:
"Immediately attack the orc's battle moon."

Gauss raised his head, and what he saw in his vision was a silent space burning with raging flames. Steel and flesh bloomed like flowers in the vacuum, exuding the bloody smell of faith and glory.

"He wants us to die with the Pilgrim fleet..." Goss muttered.

Subsequently, he refused the order without hesitation.

Unlike the Imperial Navy or the Astral Army, the Mechanic Society is not a subordinate institution of the Empire. One head of the double-headed eagle symbol represents the sacred Terra, the home planet of mankind, and the other head represents Mars, the holy land of the Mechanic Society.

According to the ancient Olympia Treaty, the Mechanic Society and the Human Empire are equal allies, and only the human emperor who made the treaty at the beginning has the absolute authority to issue orders to the Empire and the Mechanic Society.

But the Emperor is dead...or nearly dead?
In short, there is no superior-subordinate relationship between the Legion of the Martyrs and the Seeker space station, and Chapter Master Mirak of the Repentant Fire has no authority over him at all.

For Gauss, his research on the ancient Titans has just begun, and there is still so much wonderful ancient knowledge waiting to be discovered. How could it be possible for him to go to die with the orcs because of an inexplicable order with no motive.

It can even be said that if it weren't for the subspace navigation capabilities that the Seeker has not yet fully equipped, he would have led the oil guy on the Falla to run away long ago.

However, when Gauss was thinking about how to deal with possible disputes and even battles with the Legion of Martyrs, 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 engines started up on their own.

Gauss' mechanical body was slapped on the seat by the sudden inertia, and he was stunned to see the energy center of the space station operating at full power, the power system was fully loaded instantly, and the entire space station drove towards the outer orbital battlefield of Falla like a runaway dump truck.

There, colorful greenskin fleets and fanatical pilgrims are killing each other.

On the battleship Blaze of Repentance, Mirak, the chapter leader, was a little confused: Why did the space station rush to the battlefield without hesitation even though his order had been rejected?
"Perhaps, the commander of that space station is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he is still willing to burn his cherished life for His Majesty the God Emperor, but he will complain verbally." Mirak thought so in his heart as he looked at the distant track of the Seeker.

The psykers and space warrior honor guards standing behind him also nodded, paying respect to the pilgrims who died generously.

"What loyalty..."

"...You are very disloyal, you still want to run away by yourself at this time."

In the master control room of the Seeker, a girl wearing a full set of the costumes of an orthodox nun came behind Gauss at some point, patted his cold and hard shoulder with her warm and soft palm, and kept scolding him:
"Not only here, but several galaxies near Falla are now full of orcs, and the seeker does not have a subspace engine, where can you go?"

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

Because although the delicate little hand that was patting his shoulder was white and soft, with a warm body temperature, his prosthetic eye, which had just updated its sensor, could not 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 often 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 it is, so it is! I completely understand!!"

A series of question marks slowly appeared on Gray Wind's head: "Huh?"

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

(End of this chapter)