Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 186 03.0185: ‘Nine Minutes of Destiny’

"Horatio, do you believe in prophecies?"

"...I can't say. But at least this time it should be a conspiracy." He pinched the bridge of his nose and gave his answer.

As a time traveler, he knows that whether the prophecy works or not depends on whether the high-dimensional power behind it wants it to work.

But as a native of this world, Farida is not allowed to know so much forbidden knowledge.

Even if Horatio, a descendant of Admiral Speyer, spoke nonsense, he would soon die.

If you think wildly, you may be corrupted by Tzeentch.

Some things are safer to keep in your heart than to say them out loud.

"To be on the safe side, you must stay away from me first..."

Farida turned her face sideways, bit her lip, and stared into his eyes with red and swollen eyes.

"What if the prophecy is true and the curse on me kills you, then I..." She took a breath and continued:

"Then I am really heinous. You are the only descendant of Admiral Speyer, and the empire needs you. We...we cannot afford to make mistakes.

I cannot put you in unjust danger because of my personal thoughts. "

After hearing what Farida said, Horatio took a deep breath and thought about this thing in his mind:

Is this predicted disaster caused by the characteristics of the untouchable?

Or should we say that the two are separate and do not interfere with each other?

Considering that before he came to this world, he read the tragedy of the untouchable Bei Kun in the Inquisitor Eisenhorn series of novels.

Farida's concerns were completely justified.

No one can guarantee whether the base effect produced by this prophecy is her untouchable trait or a hateful joke placed on her by the evil god.

"I will figure it all out, but until I clearly predict the risks, please allow me to continue to stand in front of you.

After all, this is my agreement with Lieutenant General Hood. "

"Thank you." Seeing Horatio say this, Farida said nothing more.

In the void, five interception fleets were speeding up.

Commodore Peru paid close attention to each fleet and the situation on the battleship Divine Will.

Fortunately, Lieutenant General Hood's communications were always online, and it seemed that the reinforcements sent had temporarily stabilized the defense line near the bridge.

"Your Excellency, Brigadier General," called the Blood Angel deputy captain who was guarding the adamantine safe.

"Speak, my lord."

"According to the company's transmission, our strike team has successfully shut down the power engine and subspace jump engine of the Retribution-class battleship. She cannot escape."

"Okay! Thank you very much!"

Brigadier General Peru finally let go of his hanging heart.

This is great news. At least the Imperial Navy will not lose this capital ship.

The commodore quickly told the other fleets the great news.

Vice Admiral Hood updated the coordinates of the giant ship that had lost power and was floating in the void to each intercepting fleet at a frequency of once a minute.

Everyone felt temporarily relieved.

Another good news is that the shark boat sent by Elphinstone will arrive in a short time.

Because it was sailing at full capacity, the entire ship was packed to the highest standards with shark assault boats and armed forces with the 'gendarme' logo on it.

This cruiser interception fleet can launch an armed force of 50,000 people at one time.

Their number, coupled with the number of people who have arrived in the Tireless Fleet, as well as the number of loyal armed forces remaining on the ship, is an absolute crushing force for the mutineers.

Lieutenant General Hood used a ship-wide broadcast to order the mutineers to surrender immediately. They had no chance of victory.

But the mutineers turned a deaf ear to the lieutenant general's harsh rebuke.

Like a mindless robot, it launched a more violent attack on the armed forces guarding the bridge, with the potential to defeat the enemy to the death.

This made Lieutenant General Hood's scalp numb and sweating profusely.

And the mastermind behind all this is equally distressed.

He hoped to use the mutineers to destroy top-secret documents that might lead to the collapse, so he killed and destroyed everything he saw that might contain top-secret documents.

But until now, he hasn't been able to find it.

Although through the eyes of these people, he saw the two escaped prey, Horatio and Farida.

But these two people are far less important than destroying those documents.

Moreover, when the two prey escaped, they did not have anything that looked like a briefcase in their hands.

If that's the case...that means...

Top secret documents can only be in the hands of Lieutenant General Hood himself!

The whites of the mutineers' eyes became increasingly red and bloodshot. They all turned their guns and launched the final general offensive toward the fleet command throne.

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Farida has never felt time so painful.

Every minute and every second of the voyage was like a blazing flame burning the tip of her heart.

Her mind was in chaos, as if her body was not her own.

The round, almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen, and they only blinked every once in a while.

But there was a firm look in her eyes, maintaining the solemnity and nobility of the lieutenant general's daughter.

Horatio stood behind Farida, who had an upright posture with her hands behind her back, and squeezed her shoulders that were stiffened to maintain her dignity.

He knew that she was holding on, her heart was tightening, and she wished she could directly see the current situation on the bridge of the Sacred Will.

Iron Hand's corruption suppression is about to break through the critical point, and his ability can no longer be used.

Horatio could only glance at Commodore Peru's expression from time to time to gauge the development of the situation.

But the commodore's brows were just furrowed, without any sign of relaxation.

"How long is the voyage to the Sacred Will?" Horatio walked to the warrant officer who was the chief astronaut and asked.

"There are about 9 minutes left. At the current speed, the error is no more than 1 minute. It will reach the full visual distance in about 3 minutes."

Horatio took out his pocket watch and set the time on it.

"Okay, continue your work."

The warrant officer saluted the young officer.

"It's almost there, and it will be there in 9 minutes."

Horatio said to Farida: "At least so far, Vice Admiral Hood is not in danger."

Farida nodded, and her small movements caused by tension and worry became more frequent.

Her feet wrapped in black leather boots were restlessly on tiptoe. Her hands in white gloves kept twisting like ropes.

Horatio could see her current state of mind: the joy of hope and the worry that the danger has not been resolved were intertwined.

"When the Indefatigable reaches the docking distance, I will lead a group of people to the bridge to protect Vice Admiral Hood." Horatio patted her shoulder with a serious and steady tone, which made the anxious Farida feel the peace of mind she longed for.

"I'll go with you."

"Yes. We will fight together today."

As soon as the voice fell, a flash of light suddenly burst out in the distant void.

"God Emperor, what is that?"

"Did something explode just now?"

The officers who noticed the dazzling flash couldn't help but panic, looking at the golden light in the distance in front of them one after another.

The bridge telescope with the maximum focal length recognized and recorded this situation.

The observation department urgently transmitted it to the display console in front of the two command thrones.

"God Emperor..." Commodore Peru exclaimed.

Farida and Horatio turned their heads in horror at the same time and looked at the fleet command throne high up.

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