The orc fleet, which is currently fighting against the humans, is already bloated, and they have many more ships than the Martyrs and Pilgrims combined.

But even a huge fleet of this size, when put together with the magnificent battle moon behind them, looks a little out of place.

After the Seeker car landed on the face of the Battle Moon, Grey Wind did not forget to release the nanosensors to scan the structure of the celestial weapon, and finally came to the conclusion that this thing was a complete war factory.

Grey Wind believes that as long as materials and time permit, the orc arsenals buried deep beneath the steel plates on the surface of the battle moon can easily assemble a huge number of battle barges and even large destroyers, with a production capacity comparable to that of a giant dockyard plus.

This celestial-level space arsenal deserves to have more escort fleets. But this is not the case, although the size of the orc fleet is not small, but compared to the industrial production capacity of the battle moon, it can be called humble.

What caused the size of the orcs' fleets to be so disconnected from their productivity?

Perhaps, it was the previous behavior of blindly jumping directly into the Fallas system without going to Mandeville Point, which caused the orcs to lose most of their combat ships in the turbulence of subspace?

This is indeed a reasonable explanation, but Grey Wind thinks that this is not the case, and then the loss rate is too high.

However, compared to this, the current increasingly severe battle situation seems to require it to allocate its energy more.

"Judging from the battlefield data I have so far, the green-skinned orcs have an absolute advantage in this space naval battle, although the human fleet can use various tactical maneuvers and advanced weapons to save some gaps in military strength, but this gap is too big, it is irretrievable, and it is impossible for them to win......"

It's better to say that the orc fleet, which has an absolute advantage in strength, will be chased here by the Human Empire, which is the most outrageous thing, how can there be a reason for the strong to be chased and beaten by the weak.

Then she saw a dozen Space Marine strike cruisers forcibly break through the orc's defenses under the cover of friendly artillery fire, dropping a dense landing module like raindrops on the lunar surface of the battle moon.

The armored transport of the Mecha will arrive at the predetermined position at the same time, the hangar will be opened, and the technicians scattered throughout the system will work in unison, activating the short-range teleportation device built into the hull.

With a spatial warp, an imposing armored giant armed with a large plasma cannon and a giant chainsaw sword teleported to the rear of the Cyberlux Warbody.

Warlord-level Titan: "King of the Night". King's Landing.

A battle formation of Marauder and War Dog Titans followed, following behind the Night King, lined up in battle formation, and began to rain fire on the surrounding Green Tide with various weapons, withstanding the orc's counterattack with large Void Shields, and roaring forward in the midst of cannon fire.

Grey Wind felt that this group of humans was simply unreasonable.

The naval battle in space has not yet been decided, and in the case of the great disadvantage of the human side, the airdrop of land power to the combat moon is basically equivalent to sending the soldiers to death, once the orcs successfully return to defense, the dimensionality reduction strike from the orbital bombardment will definitely wipe out the human landing force.

Orcs don't throw themselves into the trap just because they have their own compatriots on the battlefield.

They are here to cover the marshal, and what are humans for? Just as Greywind was wondering, a communication connected to the Seeker space station.

Communication came from the cockpit of the Night Monarch, and the Techno-Sage from the Casting World Muspell personally piloted this precious Warlord-class Titan to the Lunar Surface.

He cleared the obstacle with astonishing efficiency, and praised the machine spirit in an almost crazy tone in the communication channel, leaving Gray Wind stunned.

However, thanks to Russell's education during this time, Grey Wind knew how to deal with the current situation.

It first took out Russell's rhetoric of fooling the Fallas and then fooled the technical sage, inheritance, inheritance, golden spirit, and so on.

After learning that the huge battle body in front of him was indeed a great legacy from the Age of Dark Technology, Greywind faintly heard what seemed to be a cry coming from the other side of the communication channel.

Although the diaphragm responds, it is still important to fight.

Grey Wind sent all the combat parameters of the Cyberlux Combat Body to the Titan Legion of the Mecha Society, so that they could better cooperate with each other.

Sure enough, after learning about the firepower advantage and armor inferiority of the Cyberlux battle body, the Titan Legion immediately changed its combat thinking. The thick-skinned Imperial Titans rushed to the front of the team with firepower, propping up the Void Shield to block the dense rain of bullets for the battle-body troops behind them.

The Cyberlux hull was no longer concerned and began to return the cover of the Imperial Titans with more accurate and efficient firepower coverage.

Grey Wind was greatly moved by this heroic act of sacrificing his life to protect his allies, and he didn't feel that the oil guys were coveting the body of Cyberlux.

In the midst of the artillery fire, the agile figure of the Thunderhawk gunboat shuttled back and forth, and the cool orc fighters emitting black smoke fought fiercely for air supremacy.

At the same time, the Space Marines were quickly deployed in the buffer zone cleared by the Titan units.

Rhino personnel carriers of various modifications and mastodons converge into a devastating torrent of steel, covering the heavily armed Astarte as they advance at the feet of the Titans, engaging in armored battles with orc fortresses and stolen tanks.

Warriors loyal to the emperor are flooding waaagh!! Bloody battles are fought on the battlefield of energy, and the human empire has not had even the slightest mercy or compromise with the aliens, and the most common languages in the galaxy are steel and fire.

In between the war, Grey Wind had a brief but efficient tactical exchange with the command of the Imperial fleet aboard the battleship Confessional, which informed the Empire of Humanity's tactical deployment.

It's a very routine decapitation operation.

Their real goal is the Warboss hiding in the depths of the Battle Moon, by killing the biggest, greenest, toughest, coolest, and most waaagh!! A large orc can collapse the heart of an entire greenskin empire. Unbreakable waaagh!! The force field dissipated, and the broken ships that had relied on my strength to think before they fell apart would also fall apart immediately.

It's just that this decapitation operation will really go that smoothly?

Through the nanosensors scattered throughout the battlefield, Grey Wind can feel the restlessness buried deep beneath the surface of the moon.

In addition to the torrents of steel that flow from bunkers and underground passageways, and the Diamond Killers trying to launch a surprise attack on the Titans, there are even bigger and more dazzling things that are crashing into battle.