Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 22 Martyrdom
If you want to ask who is the most excited after knowing that the orcs have been stolen, it is those pilgrims who are still fighting the Greenskin Fleet in space.

When the Seeker drove the shield all the way to the outer orbit and rushed into their desperate battle between life and death, the huge size of the space station seemed to have a mocking effect on the orcs, attracting most of the firepower to itself, allowing many imperial ships to breathe.

The pilgrims who had just breathed a sigh of relief were surprised to find that this seemingly cumbersome large fortress actually had a more flexible position than many medium-sized cruisers. The seeker shuttled and maneuvered nimbly in the hail of bullets, constantly adjusted and calculated the posture with the least damage to cross the line of fire, and pressed on against the battle moon step by step, and became suppressed for a while.

Is there anything more exciting than this?
some.

The high spirits of the pilgrims reached their peak when the Seeker space station finally reached the battle moon under the artillery fire. They saw the firepower of the orcs splashed on the scarred body of the Seeker like a waterfall, and exploded in a colorful space fireworks show.

But the seeker was unmoved, only the violent and beautiful huge bodies were sent out of its waist hangar in an orderly manner, and airdropped to the lunar surface.

God's Machine!

Although it is strange why there are no imperial symbols on these god machines, they are still our god machines.

The arrival of the Titan units completely ignited the fighting spirit of the remaining human fleet. They sang hymns praising the emperor, and rushed towards the orc ships that had been temporarily sluggish due to the stolen rear with more fearless courage. Their eyes were full of tears, and the beliefs of a large number of humans that were fanatical to the point of madness even caused the powerful waaagh!!! force field of the orcs to shake quite a bit.

At the same time, there is a group of people who are crazier than them.

The Martyr Fleet at the edge of the battlefield has all set off at this time. Regardless of the damage to the hull, they must forcefully pull the speed to the limit in the shortest possible time, and eagerly fly over Falla to the outer orbital battlefield where the second moon is located.

Surprisingly and relieved, the leader of the Martyr Fleet was actually the particularly conspicuous Mechanic Society research ship. This mobile research laboratory not designed for war was actually soaring faster than the exclusive high-speed strike cruiser that the Space Marines took. Even in a vacuum, the crackling sound of the engine overload seemed to be heard.

The machine soul was roaring, making people worry that if they sailed like this, the boat would blow up while running.

"Um... so urgent?" The speed of the signals of these ships moved so fast that Gray Wind was shocked.

Although Gray Wind knew from Russell that the people of the Society of Mechanics' respect for technology and knowledge had formed a religion, but it obviously didn't understand what what it had just done meant to these machine oil guys who worshiped knowledge.

The Cyberlux battle body is manufactured by the legacy of the mechanical pioneer among the stars. Whether it is the design concept, the main structure, or the various weapons on it, it is completely different from the imperial style. These technologies may be interoperable in the basic laws of physics, but they are completely incomparable at the application level.

These new and stable technologies are rare treasures to the oil guy, no, it is rare treasures.

The technical priests in the Legion of Martyrs are like a group of antique/art lovers at the moment. They see a stunned young man holding a palace sword, a work of art handed down from the ancient Terra period, to fight a real bayonet with a real sword.

That stunned-headed green is Gray Wind.

"How it is... how it is... how it is!"

Muspel's technical sage was pacing back and forth with his hands clasped in front of the computer array of the scientific research ship "Unsolvable Puzzle", how heartbroken he was, and how excited he was, he almost crushed his back molars, if he had them.

After realizing that the recovered greenskin fleet was preparing to return to the battle moon, the sage urgently ordered all the ships to support them with full firepower, regardless of their own loads. No matter how heavy the damage was, they must prevent the orcs from returning to the defense to launch an orbital bombing on the moon.

"Fire at full power! Open all long-range weapons! Don't skimp on ammo, kill them all! Dirty orcs... Dirty orcs! Dirty, savage... Never let these beasts destroy such a beautiful creation..."

The tech sage kept muttering nervously, and crackling electric sparks began to appear from under the robe he was wearing.

With the martyr fleet intervening in the battlefield, the sudden change in the battle situation finally gave the pilgrim fleet and seekers who had been fighting hard in the airspace of the second moon a respite.

While speeding up the repair of the shield system, Gray Wind summoned the scattered pilgrim fleet to regroup around him. It asked the heavily injured ships to berth to the fleet anchorage at the bottom of the space station as soon as possible for emergency repairs. Faya's technical priests and technicians were waiting there.

As the signal was sent out, the fleet sailing towards the Seeker dragged a mighty track that stretched for tens of kilometers. Even after such a tragic battle of attrition, the size of the fleet of the Pilgrims was still much larger than the fleet of the Martyrs.

There are so many metal debris floating in the air space of the second moon that the circular shadow cast on the surface of Falla planet has become irregular. Most of these sunk ships are human, and there are also orcs.

Even if the strong orcs are exposed to space, they don't look vulnerable. No one knows how many small orc ships are hiding in this long space garbage patch. When will they forcibly assemble a battleship with garbage, and continue to waaagh!!! Come here.

Fighting the orcs is so hopeless.

"Have humans in this universe been fighting such a perverted guy?"

In the main control room, Hui Feng, who had become a little shorter, let go of his hands and lay on his back on the table, his two short legs flopping listlessly.

"There's no hope at all... That kind of guy is too foul..."

On the whole, Gray Wind is pessimistic about this war.

With the successful home stealing of the seekers and the participation of the martyr fleet, the battle line was quickly compressed to the vicinity of the battle moon. Although this iron bump is called the moon, it is by no means just the moon.

In addition to being an arsenal that can continuously produce orc junk warships, the battle moon itself is also a huge celestial-level weapon. However, since its appearance, this weapon has been hovering over the second moon without moving. Except for the orc warships constantly taking off from the surface of the moon to join the battlefield, it has not given any fire support, just like a decoration.

This made Gray Wind wonder, what happened on the battle moon?
(End of this chapter)