Looking at the somewhat stiff and unnatural expression on Gray Wind's face, Gauss strengthened his opinion in his heart.

"That's right, Russell is just a puppet, he's just a puppet! Five years ago, when the Governor of Falla first boarded the Ancient Ship, he had already been manipulated, and that Ancient Battleship not only carried a lot of Golden Age legacy, but also the evil artificial intelligence that had been sleeping from the Ancient Age to the present day! ”

And the girl in front of her, who is no different from a living person, but has no trace of organic matter in her body, is undoubtedly the remnants of the Iron Man Rebellion, the abominable intelligence that has been sleeping in the battleship to this day - the Iron Man of the Golden Age!

This iron man's disguise is so exquisite, if it weren't for the fact that he just updated the biological scanning technology in the prosthetic eye not long ago, he wouldn't even be able to see through its disguise!

It makes sense, the sudden appearance of the orc fleet and the month of war, the unprecedented scale of the Imperial Navy's gathering, the pilgrims who regard death as home...... Everything makes sense.

A fiery emotion called hatred burned in Gauss's metal chest, engraved in the deepest part of every human's genetic code, and the insatiable hatred for artificial intelligence made him hate to turn into a beast and pounce on it and tear the monster in the skin of a cute girl to shreds.

It's just that Gauss, who was carried away by disgust, didn't remember that the new bioscanning technology he had equipped the prosthetic eye with earlier seemed to come from this "iron man" database.

"Well, I'm too lazy to care about you. In accordance with the marshal's orders, I will take over the knowledge seeker system in full, you can sit down obediently and don't move, just watch me operate. ”

Grey Wind turned and left Gauss, who was slumped in his seat, behind him, and walked towards the brain array in the center of the main control room.

The mech-brain array in the center of the main control room symbolically resisted for a few seconds before falling silent, and no trace of bioelectricity passed through the brain. It took only a short time to take full control of the Know-Seeker system, as the main structure of the space station was originally built by nanobots.

Through the secondary sensor Grey Wind, a massive fleet of pilgrims could be seen as they continued to leap out of Mandeville Point in the Fallas system, and ships quickly passed the seekers and rushed towards the battlefield.

In fact, in terms of engine power alone, the energy core of the seeker is much higher than that of these commercial and civilian ships that have only been simply modified.

However, due to its large size, the overly redundant weapon system and Void Shield also eat up a lot of energy, which causes the space station to travel much slower than the Pilgrims.

But that's exactly what Grey Wind wants.

"According to Jabakti's prophecy, the green-skinned orcs hold a treasure containing powerful vitality in their hands, and it is in order to seize this treasure that the Human Empire has formed two large fleets of martyrs and pilgrims to come here."

"However, not only humans, but also the Tyranid swarm covets that treasure, and they are on their way to it, and the swarm will soon enter the battlefield."

"The marshal judged that in addition to humans and Tyrann, there were other forces that would also intervene in Faya's battle situation......"

Russell's task for Greywind is to take over the Seeker at the right time, traverse the outer orbital battlefield, and launch a frontal blow directly at the orc's battle moon, helping to cover him to capture the treasure.

Grey Wind maneuvered the Seeker space station to avoid the main gun bombardment of an orc warship at various dangerous angles, while scanning the entire battlefield with secondary sensors.

The main battlefield of this war is in the outer orbit of Falla, the second lunar airspace, and the orcs of the war moon hovered motionless over the second moon, and there were constantly large and small garbage ships taking off from the lunar surface and rushing to the battlefield, fighting the human pilgrims as if they were at home.

"That big iron ball hasn't moved since it appeared, is it because the power system is damaged?"

It was strange that the Battle Moon, as the strongest unit, did not enter the battlefield, and Grey Wind analyzed this abnormal phenomenon in his heart, while a slender pilgrim ship swept past the seeker with a long flame tail, and slammed directly into a large orc warship in front of it with full power.

The entire ship was like a spear deep into the orc hull, and countless simply armed human soldiers opened the hatch with the most basic ray rifles, and rushed into the battleship like a tide from the gap that had just been knocked out, and engaged in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the orc troops inside.

The Pilgrim fleet was not a regular battle fleet, and they knew that their shipboard firepower was insufficient and that they had no chance of winning a naval battle with the orcs, and the solution to this problem was simple:

Use human lives to fight the Jump Gang.

Countless fanatical pilgrims erased the absolute gap in firepower with death jumps that never returned, and turned the inferior naval battle into an evenly matched hand-to-hand combat.

The human empire lacks technology, transportation capacity, and overall planning, and the empire lacks everything, but not people.

"What a bunch of crazy guys." Grey Wind silently pulled the Seeker to deflect itself, avoiding the heaviest wave of artillery fire.

As a ship that has been driven for an unknown number of millennia, Grey Wind's piloting skills are impeccable, but even it can't make a bulky space station pass through such a battlefield unscathed, and both humans and orcs are crazy.

As far as its perception could see, endless battles, spears of light and cannon lit up one after another, like fireflies flickering in the dark night.

As the battle progressed, an uncountable number of shipwrecks were scattered in space, faintly forming a ring around the battle moon.

Countless physical bombs littered the wreckage, like vipers curled up in dark corners, and the ships that passed by them were all badly damaged by the violent explosions, whether human or orc.

Compared to some of the gentlemen's battles among the stars, Grey Wind felt that the barbaric war in front of him, which could not see even a trace of humanity, seemed to be the real war.

As the Seeker of Knowledge descended into the battlefield and the sheer size of the space station attracted extra attention from the Greenskins, Greywind expertly used the various weapons in the different modules to shoot down the incoming orc ships one by one, and the coordination was as precise as a machine.

…… It seems to be really mechanical.

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

No matter how powerful the weapon system is on board, it is difficult for the Seeker to fight a real void in a battlefield of this scale.

Small, high-speed raider boats carrying heavily armed orc troops began to approach in formation under a hail of bullets and bullets, attempting to launch a gang-hopping assault directly on the space station. The large junk ships behind them also began to provide cover with ferocious salvos of naval guns, and even Grey Wind felt a little overwhelmed by the raindrops of dense attacks.