Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 11 01.0011: ‘A true honorable family! ’

Horatio took off his sweat-soaked helmet and walked slowly towards the cockpit.

Boom! The worn helmet of the Ministry of Justice was casually buckled on a corner of the operating table.

Horatio slumped down on the co-pilot seat, his legs resting on the operating table.

The female hunter frowned and glanced at the black-haired young man beside her. She seemed to have some complaints in her heart, but she didn't say anything.

“What? After dealing with the cultists, are you planning to deal with me?” Horatio let out a long sigh and joked.

“No… no, you bastard, I am not such an ungrateful person, how can you insult my honor like this!” The female hunter suddenly blushed, extremely ashamed and angry.

Horatio chuckled and continued to tease her: "Where are you going to take the shuttle next? The Ministry of Justice?"

"My home." The girl frowned again and pouted her lips in anger.

"Oh, I didn't expect your noble spirit to be useful." Horatio laughed heartily.

The female hunter bit her lip and looked worried.

[I'm so annoyed with this guy! Woo! Why am I so unlucky to have to encounter this kind of shit? ! ]

"Behave yourself when the time comes! If you dare to run around in my house, I'll let the guards break your legs!"

Since we're just sitting there, we might as well chat and learn about the situation in this world.

[Well, this girl has been suppressed by me for so long, let her vent her anger, don't hold it in and get hurt. ]

"You have guards at home? How big is your house?"

Horatio thought, since she is the daughter of the lord captain, she must live at the top of the tower, or even in the throne area. It is inevitable that her house is not small, but how big is it? It is difficult for him, a meme hammer, to imagine the specific and accurate picture through a few words of text description.

"Humph."

When it comes to the topic of holding the right to speak, the female huntsman's tight eyebrows finally fly up, looking very proud, as if she is saying in her heart, "I have seized the initiative.

"The blue guards of the first company are all elite men who have worked hard for my father. The red guards of the second company are the "Captain's Guards" arranged by the Navy Department. Even people like you who come from the lower nest should have heard of the heroic achievements of our Hood family. Of course, the house is good."

Horatio's original memory has some impression of this.

Port Maw is the capital planet of the Gothic Sector. It is an artificial planet with a difficult history. There are huge cracks on the surface of the planet. From a distance, it looks like a Halloween pumpkin head with a bloody mouth. The cracks are full of huge shipbuilding factories, and the shipbuilding tonnage ranks first in the entire Misty Star Region.

It is an important hub connecting the entire Misty Star Region to the Extreme Star Region, and its throughput ranks among the best in the entire Empire.

The routes to Port Maw are scattered all over the place, and hundreds of millions of imperial troops are lined up at the space star port dock of Port Maw waiting for the transport ships to transport them to various war zones of the Empire.

The supplies and armaments delivered are countless, so Port Maw is considered quite rich in the imperial world, and its strategic value is almost equivalent to the Suez Canal.

The Gothic Fleet, which became famous for successfully resisting the 12th Black Crusade launched by Abaddon with his sky-high braids, was established here. The Abyss Port is also the most important anchorage and home port of the entire fleet, nurturing countless Imperial Navy personnel to grow up, receive training, and then achieve success or die in the void.

The Gothic Fleet is the cradle of heroes. As early as the beginning of the 41st millennium, Imperial heroes such as Ravensburg, Abridal, and Baronchaon were born in the counterattack against the Black Crusade. There was also the "Terminator of Abaddon", who was honored by the group members as Captain Speyer, the God-chosen of the Navy.

At the end of the 41st millennium, the increasingly chaotic galactic crucible also created a group of rising star Gothic heroes.

The Hood family occupies two seats, namely the younger brother Baron Alexander Hood and the older brother Viscount Samuel Hood.

And the woman next to him.

Horatio glanced at the beautiful woman next to him.

It was Rear Admiral Alexander Hood, the daughter of the legendary Lord Captain of the Imperial Navy.

It is worth mentioning that the Hood family is not a hereditary noble family with a long history, but this is something to be proud of.

The Hood brothers were born in a low-level state church priest family, and the generous treatment they could get was only enough to allow the brothers to complete compulsory education in grammar school.

After entering society, Samuel, who was only 16 years old, and his 14-year-old brother Alexander joined the Imperial Navy in the same year.

The two demonstrated their superhuman talents in naval warfare. They both became colonels at the age of 30, and their younger brother Alexander served as the captain of the fleet flagship. Both brothers have since embarked on the road of naval legends, honored, and become nobles.

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark and rigid 41st millennium of the human empire, this is undoubtedly great and bright good news.

The road to rise is not blocked. As long as you have the ability, you really have the opportunity to change your life in the Gothic Fleet.

He looked down at the ring on his hand, looked at the vague word "legend" and pursed his lips, and his heart was extremely eager to find the owner of the ring quickly, his father? Or mother.

Maybe for him, the opportunity to completely change his fate is just around the corner.

As long as he finds out the truth about his life.

Well, a father like a daughter is like a dog. No wonder the family is so well-off, and they even sent their daughter to the Ministry of Justice as a vigilante. For such aristocrats who have earned everything by themselves, their own abilities may be more important than bloodline and power.

Thinking of this, Horatio also felt less disgust and more respect for the arrogant girl next to him.

Why can't he enjoy everything he has won with his own hands!

"That's great. Your family must be very happy. I envy you."

"No!"

As soon as Horatio finished speaking, he was opposed by the female huntsman, and the voice was so fierce that he was shocked.

"What's wrong..." Horatio stared at the female huntsman in a daze.

[They are all famous in history, and they will have no worries about food and drink from now on. How can they not be happy? ? ? ] Horatio couldn't understand it, thinking that this girl was too ambitious.

"My mother... was killed in the insidious conspiracy of the cultists."

Horatio frowned, and instantly understood, and his eyes became sympathetic.

"Is that so..."

"Eight years ago! In that conspiracy that changed everything!"

The girl's eyes turned cold, and she was particularly excited: "After the Gothic War Memorial Fleet Review, the cultists launched a large-scale terrorist attack and placed a bomb in the shuttle returning from the space station. My mother, she was such a beloved political officer, so gentle and caring for the people."

Horatio frowned and captured the key information.

Eight years ago...

Hiss! Speaking of which, in the original owner's memory, he also crashed into the lower nest from the "huge mouth" of the Abyss Port eight years ago!

"Please be sad... God Emperor bless her soul." Horatio bowed his head and comforted, while connecting the clues in his mind.

The murdered political officer mother... Captain father... Vigilante daughter...

In Horatio's mind, an originally useless and dusty story gradually emerged.

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