Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

‘Location in progress·—·’

‘The crash site has been located, and it will reach 500 meters above the target in about five minutes’

‘The airborne indicator light has been turned on’

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In the cold mechanical female voice, the flashing red light inside the Valkyrie fighter turned green, and the tail hatch slowly opened to let the strong wind pour in. Horatio, wearing a full set of Hell's Pointer power armor, stood in the wind, looking down at the ground full of gunpowder and war with a solemn face, looking for the black smoke that he was most worried about.

The Centurion cloak with a golden sky eagle pattern and a pure white hem fluttered behind him, and the iron halo on the backpack shone brightly, illuminating the dim cabin interior.

“Prepare for airborne strikes.” He said to the team members in the communication channel.

In the jungle on the ground.

The enemy who knocked down the female pilot stood up and tried to rush over again, but she lifted her long legs and kicked him in the chest and knocked him to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity of the enemy falling to the ground, the female pilot swiftly pounced on the rebel who knocked her down, and hit him in the chest with her knee. With the muffled sound of the rupture of the anterior chest cartilage tissue, her hand wearing a flight glove tightly covered the opponent's mouth, and finally stabbed the opponent's throat with the other hand.

As the blade continued to twist, a sound of breathing and blood flow leaked from the throat.

After confirming that the opponent was silent, she pulled out the knife, casually wiped the bloody blade on the opponent's body, and then continued to search for weapons and ammunition from the corpse.

Just as she was about to take off a high-explosive fragmentation grenade, a foot suddenly flew over and hit her back, knocking her to the ground.

At some point, the Mohawk-headed captain approached behind her silently.

Before she could get up and fight back, the rebels who came out of the bushes nearby rushed over and attacked her limbs.

She wrestled with several people. At first, she relied on her weight and weapons to fight evenly, and stabbed one of them in the leg with a dagger.

But the next second, her thick wavy hair was grabbed by the rebel and pulled hard.

"Hiss!" She groaned in pain, and when she freed one hand to fight back against the hand grabbing her hair, another rebel grabbed her neck mercilessly.

"Damn it, you bitch, you still want to run!"

"You are the pilot of the Imperial Navy! Damn it, we caught you, since the landing of the Astra Militarum, we have been bombed so badly by you bitches!"

Another man kicked her dagger away and stepped on the wrist of the female pilot.

"You are the Imperial Navy. I warn you. If you land on our Far Star, you will definitely suffer!"

"Hehe, even if you scream your throat out today, no one will come to save you."

The rebel squad leader pulled up the collar of her flight jacket and looked at her three-dimensional and pretty facial features and her dark face with exotic beauty: "As expected of a Navy, you are really good-looking."

"Bah!" Fasha gritted his teeth and spat a stream of saliva on his face.

"How dare you to attack me!" The squad leader was furious. When he was about to retaliate, he was hit in the face by this strong-willed woman.

"Ah!" The squad leader screamed, covered his bleeding nose, gritted his teeth and punched the female pilot with his backhand.

The female pilot felt dizzy and subconsciously reached out to wipe the tip of her high nose that was like a bottle of five flavors that had been overturned, and the back of her hand was stained with blood.

"When I was deceived by the Corpse King, I hated you bitches of the Imperial Navy the most. You are so arrogant every day. Flying in the sky is great, right? Being an officer is great, right?

Stinky bitch, tell me the information you know honestly, and I can help you get the ritual stand leading to the Blood Throne in tonight's sacrifice, otherwise I will throw you to those servants of the King of Rot whose heads are full of maggots."

He suppressed Fasha's resistance with one hand and tore off Fasha's aviation captain's shoulder strap with the other hand.

Faced with threats and attacks, she didn't care that she was now unarmed. She just fought and didn't show any weakness.

She actually used her only remaining hand to hold the other's wrist and twisted it to one side.

But the other raised his hand and grabbed her throat, and went straight to the aorta with force, which was very vicious and merciless.

"Gah!" Fasha squeezed out a sound with great effort. The pain from her neck made her eyes go black for a while, but she was still fighting and tearing the skin on the attacker's face.

The other party had a sick smile on his face. He listened to her dying gasps and laughed more and more vigorously, as if he was enjoying some beautiful song.

"Boss, don't strangle her to death. The priest said she must be alive." The subordinate next to him saw that the female pilot had begun to roll her eyes and couldn't help but remind her.

"What if she died?" The Mohawk smiled twistedly, licked his lips with a mutated dark purple long tongue, and looked at his subordinates:

"If she died, the sacrifice would not be useful? Maybe it would be more useful.

Moreover, can't you feel the desire for life and resistance to death in her gasps? This is a passionate burst that every life has only once, how pleasant it is.

Try harder, I can almost feel the sweetness of the soul sliding through my lips and tongue~"

As soon as the voice fell, he increased the strength of his hand.

"Well - Boss, you have the final say."

The heretics nearby were also frightened by their leader's eccentricity, which was considered terrifying and weird even among the cultists, but no one dared to make a sound, let alone stop him.

The female pilot's legs kicked wildly, and her flying boots dug two shallow ditches in the grass, making a rustling sound.

She had long-term experience in flying under pressure, but she was still able to resist desperately in this hypoxic situation. Her nails even scratched the devil's face, leaving deep blood marks on his face.

Regarding these wounds, the mohawk not only did not cry out in pain, but instead laughed more and more excitedly, becoming more and more terrifying and wild.

"Listen——." Without being deprived of oxygen for several minutes, even if the female pilot endured it, the whites of her eyes would frequently turn up, her consciousness would gradually become blurred, and she looked like she was no longer able to resist.

[I-...am I going to die like this-·.·

[Sorry, the people of Tallan, my beloved parents, brothers and sisters, I can no longer avenge you. ]

The look in her bright eyes dimmed, the scene in front of her began to become blurry, and her breathing began to become weak.

While she was unconscious due to lack of oxygen in her brain, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

[Is that you...Little Captain... It's strange, why do I see you at this time...

Whoosh!

A piercing sound passed over everyone's heads,

Suddenly, the branches overhead began to rustle.

When the rebels who were absentmindedly on guard looked up in confusion, they saw a figure with fire breathing from its back, a rustling cloak, and a ring behind it shining with dazzling light falling from the top of its head.

"Quah!"

The next second, the rebel who raised his head was trampled into a puddle of flesh by the heavily armed Horatio's feet. Two lucky eyes burst out of their sockets and hit the rebel leader, leaving two ugly blood stains.

More armored figures landed, and a melee broke out in the dense forest. The interlaced laser beams and bullets shattered the branches and leaves.

The leader suddenly instinctively controlled Faxia's hands and tried to avoid it.

But how could Horatio give him this chance? The bright red eyepiece flashed with terrifying light, and his iron hand pinched his mandible at a speed that ordinary people could not catch.

With just a slight exertion of force, the crispy mandibular bone was instantly shattered and sunken, and mixed with the oral skin and flesh into a ball of mud.

Suddenly, Horatio turned around suddenly, and the movement behind him had been instantly detected by the close-range tactical auspicious device.

"Go to hell! Corpse Emperor's lackey!" After turning around, a rebel soldier was rushing toward him with a monomolecule bayonet, and he stared at him blankly as he saw through his sneak attack in advance.

Horatio calmly and fiercely turned around and kicked the opponent, and when he hit the opponent's face, he activated the pulley of his boots.

With a sizzling sound, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from the bottom of his tactical steel boots, accompanied by indistinct screams.

The face of the rebel who was hit by his raised leg was instantly torn apart by the pulley, leaving only the bloody and broken facial muscles.

In an instant, he tilted his head in an unnatural manner and flew several meters away.

The broken head was partially embedded in the tree trunk, the face was sunken, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the appearance of death was extremely horrifying.

Horatio turned his head and looked at the rebel leader who was still being held firmly by him. His ridiculous mohawk that he was so proud of was swinging around uncomfortably, as if he had been strangled half to death. Skinny cock.

"Brother---brother is baked?!" He recognized the navy emblem on Horatio's body and exclaimed in confusion.

[Imperial Navy], the voice system thoughtfully shows Horatio the recognition content on the display.

But this kind of dirty heretic who surrendered to Chaos dared to use his filthy tongue to call the Imperial Navy by name. For Horatio, this was an intolerable insult.

His cheeks were tense, his back molars creaked, and with explosive anger, he raised his hand and thrust the fingers wrapped in power armor into his mouth.

The ceramic steel alloy covering the fingers smashed the traitor's mouth and shattered the front teeth under the strong force.

Then I pinched something soft.

"Repent, you scum!" The external sound array played a cold phrase, which seemed extremely terrifying in conjunction with his behavior.

As soon as he finished speaking, with a squeak, his entire long dark purple tongue was instantly pulled out of his mouth by Horatio. Blood spilled from his mouth into the air like a fountain, and flowed down his broken jaw.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Severe pain instantly spread throughout the traitor's body, and the pain made his whole body tremble like an epilepsy. At this time, he only wanted to die quickly, but he also wanted to live but could not die.

This site was carefully chosen, and the pain at the base of the tongue was nerve-wracking, but the injury itself would not cause immediate death.

After all, after his tongue is pulled out, if he wants to die, the blood will flow into his lungs and chambers and he will die. This will be an extremely torturous and long process.

"Centurion, the surrounding enemies have been cleared." A soldier reported on the channel, holding a hell gun with smoke still coming from the muzzle.

"I will nail him to the trunk of the tree, being careful to avoid the main arteries, and nail his hands and feet. I will let all the rebel heretics who pass through here know the consequences of betraying the God Emperor."

Horatio threw the man with the mohawk to the ground hard, and the poor man was writhing and curling up like a red maggot that had sucked up enough blood.

"Uh! Uh-huh!"

Amidst the incomprehensible screams, two loyal soldiers with unparalleled hatred for the traitors violently dragged the traitors away.

Not long after, there was the sound of wooden stakes being struck.

"I said, I will not throw away the lives of any of you at will. Now, I am fulfilling my promise and taking you home."

Horatio bent down and picked up the unconscious female pilot, and walked out of the bushes. Two Taurus assault vehicles of the Imperial Navy were waiting beside the crashed Skyhawk 1.

The Hell Vanguards also left one after another, leaving only the rebel captain whose tongue was pulled out and blood gushed out from his broken jaw like a stream. He was nailed to the tree trunk and let out a faint wail.

On the sign nailed to his chest, there were a few big words written in blood in Low Gothic language: DEATHTOTHEHERETICS! (Heretics should die)