Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 37 The Next Stage

When Russell left the fort and returned to the surface of the moon, the surface of the battle moon was already riddled with holes.

With the collapse of the waaagh!!! force field, the war with the orcs quickly gained an advantage, and then won. With the strong support of the Cyberlux battle body, it went smoothly unimaginably.

The troops on the ground didn't know what happened underground. They only knew that they had won this great holy war for the Lord of Humanity, and they cheered, jumped for joy, and wept bitterly for it.

Russell looked up and saw the dilapidated huge space station and the battleship Repentance Fire with a body length of more than 20 kilometers quietly parked above the battle moon. Countless transport planes were exhausted in the air and on the ground. The pilots needed to evacuate as many troops on the ground as possible before the battle moon collapsed.

——The previous super-intensive war has smashed several steel continents on the surface of the moon. After losing the support of the waaagh!!! force field, this celestial weapon that was forcibly pieced together is about to disintegrate.

The mechs who came to Falla with the Legion of Martyrs were very friendly at this time. They thoughtfully noticed that there was no transport ship on the Seeker space station that could transport the Cyberlux combat units back to the hangar, so they volunteered to help their allies solve this trouble.

They forcibly diverted the transport plane that should have been the priority to evacuate their own Titan Legion, and loaded and transported the mottled battle body that had been baptized by the flames of war with extremely high efficiency, one trip after another, completely tireless.

Gray Wind's impression of the Mechanic Guild has greatly changed, there are still many good people among the oil guys.

Then it saw that the armored transport ship carrying the combat body didn't come to the Seeker at all, but got into the hangar of a large scientific research ship with the gear flag of the Mechanical Society.

"Look at you, don't you suffer?" After reconnecting to the communication channel, the first thing Russell did was to bury Gray Wind: "Don't trust others casually, even those who have fought together."

Gray Wind was very frustrated: "I'm sorry, Marshal..."

If it didn't cooperate stupidly, it would be impossible for the members of the Mechanic Society to successfully ship the battle body away.

In the final analysis, Gray Wind trusts these comrades fighting side by side too much. It has never thought in its brain circuit that such a thing as being robbed of equipment by comrades after a fight is beyond cognition.

"I'll take care of it, but before that I need to know, how are the preparations for deworming going?" Russell asked.

Gray Wind immediately stopped being frustrated, and instead reported in a clear working tone: "The preliminary preparations have been completed, and we can move on to the next stage at any time. Have you got that treasure, Marshal?"

"I've got it." Russell talked to Gray Wind, and touched a transport plane belonging to the Mechanic Society.

The space is densely packed with transport planes carrying evacuated soldiers, just like the dense schools of fish in the ocean are orderly, leaving the gradually collapsing battle moon behind.Russell silently mixed in, and directly boarded the Seeker space station with the Imperial Navy's transport aircraft formation.

At this time, a large number of ships were moored in the fleet anchorage at the bottom of the space station for repairs. The technical priests and mechanics from Falla were doing repair work seriously, without even noticing that their battle bodies had been overshadowed.

Russell stepped off the transport plane in a remote corner that no one noticed, and quietly disappeared into the corridor alone.

Two minutes later, Russell came to the top floor of the space station, opened a hatch, and walked into the main control room.

It is still densely packed with lines and instruments, but it also has an inexplicable messy aesthetic feeling, and it is in the duality of mess and neatness as usual.But as soon as he entered the door, one thing caught Russell's attention:
The nominal station master of the Seeker, technical priest Gauss, is currently half lying on the seat motionless, still breathing, but not dead.

Move your gaze a little further, and you will see a pocket version of Little Gray Wind that has shrunk in height and size. It is staring at the mechanical research ship displayed in front of it with a sad face, looking very angry.

"Why did Gauss faint, did you do it? Or..."

Russell didn't ask why Gray Wind became smaller, he could probably guess the reason.

"Marshal~"

Hearing his voice, Gray Wind swept away his sorrow, and greeted him happily, reporting:
"When I took over the knowledge seeker system before, Gauss suddenly laughed for no reason, and said that he understood, understood, so it was like this... Then he yelled words such as iron man and hatred, and launched an attack on me at the same time."

After finishing speaking, Gray Wind pointed at Gauss who was fainted on the seat with his finger: "In order not to interfere with the operation, I knocked him out, and his life was not in danger... But his reaction was really strange, Marshal, do you know what's going on?"

Russell resisted the urge to laugh out loud, and said, "This is a mess left over from the age of dark technology. There is a high probability that your biological disguise was somehow discovered by him. However, the most urgent task now is to eliminate insects. I will tell you about the background of the age of dark technology when I have time."

Seeing the happy face of Gray Wind, Russell brought the remnant of Bao in his hand to Gray Wind: "This is the treasure that allowed the orcs to rise rapidly and human beings to form a huge expeditionary fleet to fight for it."

Gray Wind's eyeballs rolled, and it took a few seconds to recognize what it was: "It turned out to be Bao... It was seriously injured, and it seemed to have produced some kind of benign genetic mutation, and it was quickly repairing its injuries."

"Bao took root on a big orc, and formed a strange symbiotic relationship. The two carried out a certain degree of DNA exchange and gene mutation in a certain way." Russell said: "Generally...Bao has obtained the speed of reproduction and regeneration of an orc, and the adaptability of the orc has also been greatly enhanced, and obtained Bao's powerful ability to modify the environment, and he can violently fight on the death planet."

"In any case, Bao has been obtained, we can start the next phase of the plan." Russell continued.

Gray Wind took Bao's remnant from Russell's hand, even though his body was mutilated, but was still much taller than it, and stood there without moving.

It raised its head and looked up at Russell's face with wide eyes, as if expecting something.

"..." Russell bent down and gently rubbed the head of the pocket version of Gray Wind in front of him with one hand: "You did a good job in the previous battle, you worked hard."

Only then did Gray Wind show a satisfied smile, and led Bao'ao out of the main control room quickly.

After Gray Wind left, Russell casually walked in front of the unconscious Gauss. The situation just now made him a little surprised, but also a little relieved.

At the same time, in the silent space, the battle moon is collapsing.

Its plates broke, its core collapsed, and countless green-skinned warships disintegrated in space. At this time, the silent and cold space became the biggest meat grinder.

The few remnants of the Pilgrim Fleet scattered and began to wipe out the defeated orc remnants in a blanket manner.

The large force followed the martyr fleet with better equipment and organizational systems, and drove towards the outside of the gravity well of the Falla galaxy without stopping.

Because, here come the bugs.

The shadow of the hive will has approached Falla, and the hunger signal echoed eternally in the warp, and countless biological warships appeared from the deep darkness beyond the halo, floating forward with tentacles.

The prophetess' prophecy let them know that the swarm was also attracted here by the treasure in the hands of the orcs.

They're hungry, they're salivating, they're impatient, they're... going to devour all life.

(End of this chapter)