Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 286 05.0285: ‘Arrived in the Occupied Area’

Horatio slowly sat up from the bed, his chest expanded, letting the cool air with a faint fragrance fill his lungs, and then he exhaled slowly.

The naked blonde beauty beside him lay lazily on the bed, hugging a soft pillow, her hair flowing on the sheets like flowing gold, and her body curled up in his arms tiredly.

“You are really bold. Why don’t you let me go to your living area to find you?” Horatio stroked Farida’s soft blonde hair, felt the flowing gold sliding through his fingers, and chuckled.

“No one will suspect anything when the military supervisor inspects the officers’ living area, but you, a naval officer, go to my room, and your improper intentions are obvious.”

Farida raised the corner of her mouth slightly, turned sideways, and pressed her face against his well-defined eight abdominal muscles, and her thin lips pecked like a bird, making Horatio feel itchy.

After closing her eyes and moving her position, she put her hands around his waist. Two generous portions of soft, elastic and smooth grape puddings pressed tightly against him, and she looked very happy and satisfied.

"Today we are finally returning to the real universe from the subspace. The rest of the journey will be completed in the physical universe at sublight speed because our supply fleet needs escort."

"However, why are twelve Imperial Guard regiments dispatched this time? Although the number of Imperial Guards is indeed huge in general, when averaged over such a large territory of the Empire, the number of troops in the task force to recapture a planet usually does not exceed three regiments.

This time, four times the number of troops was dispatched, plus the reserve, I heard that there are a total of 720,000 people."

"Far is an agricultural world, responsible for supplying food and organic matter to two forging worlds and two hive worlds.

But more importantly, its current strategic position is very important.

Far is the only place where a bridgehead can be established in front of the Hell Gate.

As long as the Empire still controls this world and establishes an early warning station in orbit, it will be able to know the movements of the Chaos Fleet near the Hell Gate in the first place."

"No wonder twelve regiments and two fleets were dispatched."

Horatio checked the time.

"There is still an hour and a half left to rotate. Do you want to do it again?"

Farida just snorted lightly, opened her white teeth and bit his sexy abdominal muscles with clear lines as her response.

Horatio smiled slightly, picked her up, and sat on him with her delicate body with teeth marks and finger marks.

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"Report, we have reached the scheduled Mandeville point, ready to leave the subspace!" The lieutenant of the navigation department reported.

"Let's return to the embrace of the physical universe, the communications department, communicate with the ships, and guide the ships to adjust their hull postures. No one wants us to collide with each other and become a group of plasma fireballs when we return to the real universe." Captain Peru looked at Horatio and nodded.

"Of course not, Captain." After Horatio saluted, he immediately arranged for the warrant officers to start coordinating the navigation postures of the ships with the flagship command.

A cut that was not clean and neat was made in the highest sky, and the edges looked very rough, and the reassuring pure black of the real universe seeped out from it.

The dark void was wrapped in the rift, like a scar falling off a wound.

In a blurry and distorted warp, with the spread of astropathic communication.

One by one, naval warships of different sizes began to slowly adjust their turns from the postures that were hit by the turbulence of the warp, and coordinated to aim the bows in front of the faintly emitting colorful light like oil film.

Lightning flashed in the depths of the void, and there should be no lightning here. The bright red wound tore through the sky, narrow at the tip, and then became wider and wider, thousands of kilometers wide, so wide that it swallowed the stars.

The screaming black madly devoured the natural order of the universe. A changeable shape opened this wound in the real universe, and its shape flickered and changed unpredictably, deceiving people's eyes and souls.

At the edge of the rift, a new crack opened up, flashing a more controllable and shorter purple-yellow flash, although it was also extremely corrupting to other normal things.

But this was the closest the naval fleet could advance to, the closest place to safely jump into the physical universe near the warp storm.

"Five minutes to enter the physical universe. Checking the void shield generator and plasma engine."

"Countdown 30 seconds."

"About to enter the physical universe."

The real space engine ignited, and the ship's engine flashed with the clean light of science, leading the ship away from the dark tentacles that kept stretching out from behind, trying to capture and devour it.

A strange humming sounded and instantly penetrated the entire ship.

Every inch of the ceramsite steel and adamantine armor plate on the hull was trembling, making people's teeth chatter.

"Hold steady!"

Whoosh! !

After a whistle like an arrow passing by the ear in the void that should have been silent, more than a dozen warships of all sizes suddenly flashed in the huge arch of the Mandeville Point beacon megastructure.

Hualala.

The steel curtain in front of him slowly rose, and the light from the distant star cast towards him, which made Horatio feel very uncomfortable at this time.

He lowered the front brim of his bicorne hat, and although his brows were furrowed at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"God Emperor, we finally got out." He murmured softly.

In the mist of incense and the whisper of prayer, several cherubim flew over their heads.

This mechanical creation based on the dead baby blew the trombone array in its hand, producing a shocking sonata.

Inside the Indefatigable, when the roller blinds were raised, there was a cheering and excitement, like a long-dry land just in time for a downpour.

"Call the Lord Darrows, report your situation." Horatio called to the second largest Moon-class cruiser in the fleet, the Moon-class cruiser built by the natives of the Savage World to supply ore to the 'Sky Temple'.

"My ship is at 167° of the Indefatigable, and everything is normal at the moment." The communications officer on the Lord Darrows replied quickly.

Soon, other large and small ships sent reports one after another. Except for the normal minor damage, no ship was damaged on the way to the subspace storm called 'Tentacle'.

The way forward will be replaced by physical space navigation. The increasingly expanding tentacle storm makes the subspace navigation ahead very dangerous.

Even if you are more careful, it may cause a subspace wandering that lasts for a hundred years.

With the self-supply system of the Imperial Cruiser.

After consuming all the food reserves, everyone could only survive in the warp by eating algae nutrient paste and drinking various filtered water.

It must be a very painful and tormenting period.

The warrant officer stationed at the astropathic communication tower sent a vague report. This is normal. The psychic energy of astropathic communication will affect the electromagnetic signal.

"The Karl-Duniash Evolution Squadron sent an astropathic message. Its fleet was affected by the turbulence of the warp storm and is expected to arrive a week later. But their logistics support squadron has arrived five days in advance." Horatio fed back the received information to the captain.

"It is not good news that the lone support squadron arrived early. They only have frigates and escort carriers. Ask for the location, let us go to cover the logistics support squadron of the brother fleet first."

"The communication did not respond."

After calling several times, Horatio did not get any feedback except the empty and harsh electrical noise.

"Captain, I have a bad feeling." Horatio said after reporting the communication results.

"That's why I usually let the logistics support squadron depart two weeks later, Lieutenant Cochrane. These experiences are all bloody lessons."

"Thank you for your valuable experience, sir."

Commodore Peru took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Route Department, plan the voyage and move forward to their final report coordinates. The entire fleet will enter the second-level combat alert state from now on."

Then, Commodore Peru sat on the fleet command throne, looked forward, and murmured: "I hope the Emperor will bless these poor cargo ships and fighter transport ships. Contact the Mandeville Point Beacon garrison to see if they know the situation."

"Warrant Officer, connect the beacon."

After assigning the task, Horatio used the optical telescope to see the appearance of the Mandeville Point beacon here.

The scene that came into view can be said to be a mess: the giant structure was destroyed and dead silent, which also explained why they did not receive a salute when they arrived here.

The magnificent Sky Eagle statue, its back is full of a mixture of feces and clay.

A huge wooden totem with a strange face was hung randomly in the middle.

Horatio recognized it as the totem symbol of the greenskin.

"Sir, the communication is connected."

"This is the flagship of the 25th Gothic Squadron, the Indefatigable. Please report the situation of the 54th Squadron of Karl-Duniash and the logistics support fleet. Repeat, this is the 25th Gothic Squadron..."

Horatio's voice echoed in the control room that was almost half filled with spore mucus and feces.

"Ah! It's human! Human!"

"Hurry up and report to the boss, new prey has appeared."

A cunning and shrill voice came from the communication.

At the same time as the communication, on the beacon command station, a non-human, ugly and huge single-tube telescope creation was rotating in real time with the direction of the fleet.

[Fart spirit? Observation station? ]

This unpleasant voice made Horatio frown immediately.

"Captain, our beacon has fallen. There are greenskins inside. They have set up an observation station on the beacon, but the signal has been intercepted and interrupted by us and will not reach the destination." Horatio asked his warrant officer to intercept the follow-up signal with the help of a mechanical priest while listening to the alien's communication content.

"Well done, Lieutenant Horatio! Armed Command, send a task force to eliminate the greenskin aliens inside, and never let them monitor the movements of our follow-up reinforcements in real time."

"As you wish, sir."

Shark assault boats loaded with 500 officers and soldiers of the naval armed forces rushed to the Mandeville Point beacon.

Boom! With a sound, the outer structure of the giant command post was melted by the subatomic flow of the hot melt jet, and the assault boats crashed deeply into the dead space giant structure like a sharp blade cutting into butter.

After landing safely, 50 soldiers in each boat rushed out of the landing capsule and spread out like ink.

This 500-man force was led by Louise and an armed lieutenant, while Farida and a military supervisor were responsible for supervising discipline.

The soldiers in blue armor rushed into the corridor full of feces, and their boots were soon contaminated by all kinds of unknown filth.

"So disgusting." Farida, wearing a void helmet, looked at the feces balls that were getting bigger and bigger under her feet and couldn't help complaining.

"Aliens spotted! Fire!" Louise saw the little head sticking out of the corridor in front through the indication signal of the Glory Power Armor Helmet.

"Ah! It's a human! Human! Call the boss! Call..." Before the shrill voice finished, a naval bomb pierced the ugly dark green head.

The thin and deformed corpse fell to the ground, gushing out disgusting coffee-colored liquid.

The soldiers next to it followed closely and shot several other strange aliens with precise point shooting.

Louise walked past the alien and saw what it looked like.

They generally have green faces and fangs, short bodies, and a rugged face with an ugly, warty, tall and thin nose. They wear aprons made of rags and hold a firearm-like triggering device in their hands that can hardly be called a weapon by her, but judging from the caliber, the lethality is also not to be underestimated.

Just pull the trigger lightly, and two bullets that are enough to penetrate bulletproof armor can kill a person.

"The lowest creature among the greenskins, the fart spirit." Horatio's voice came from the communicator. As the chief of the communications department, he saw the battle situation inside through the camera on Louise's back.

"Stay alert. Since there are fart spirits, there may be orcs nearby." Horatio reminded.

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