Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Signal source 7002, gas cloud layer.

The Epic is hiding inside, and covered by the shadow field, the place looks empty.

Even the opposite search radar mounted on the Merchant-class cargo ship cannot detect anything here.

The Epic fine-tuned its course, always ensuring that the ship was facing the enemy—the relatively small frontal projection further reduced her chances of detection.

"The target is approaching at a constant speed and is 573 kilometers away from our ship." Collingwood Report reported.

"The calculation of the torpedo sight line is completed!" Fidio adjusted the trajectory.

"The torpedoes are warmed up and awaiting your orders, Captain." Louise reported.

Horatio's lips and teeth moved slightly, just about to give the command to fire.

Suddenly, Harvey turned around and reported: "Captain, we have monitored the Tau Empire actively detecting signal waves approximately 24,500 kilometers away! It's a patrol fleet!"

"Hold still and wait for my instructions."

Delaying the command for a while, Horatio looked at Harvey, waiting for the results of his monitoring.

"No, this small fleet is patrolling this area, and that side should be their patrol line."

"Captain, should we attack target 7002 or not? Should we change the combat target and give up the attack?" Louise asked the captain for his opinion.

Horatio exhaled slightly and said, "Through our monitoring of the ship's route, I believe its destination is the Ometula theater where the Second Company of the Ultramarines fought."

Ometula, the world of advanced civilization.

There are towering buildings and high-rise buildings here, which used to be the administrative world of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Bureaucrats and clerks from the Ministry of the Interior are everywhere, and a large number of part-time jobs are gathered here. With special allocations, the residents here are living a comfortable life.

However, people who are full of warmth, lustful, and have a better life will find it more difficult to resist the temptation to offer higher conditions and sink into it.

Under the temptation of the Greater Good, this world betrayed the Human Empire and surrendered the defense situation of the surrounding star fields to the Tau Empire, ultimately leading to the fall of many surrounding worlds.

The deployment of Imperial forces during that period was nearly one-way transparent to the Tau Empire, and resulted in a major setback for the Ultramarines during the first Damocles Gulf Expedition.

Cato Sicarius, the shining star of the first expedition to the Gulf of Damocles.

He rose to fame in the battle against the Tau. Now, as a company commander, he once again led the Ultramarines on the battlefield to regain their territory.

Ometula at this time.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Buzz! One by one buzzing!

Chainswords roared, bolters roared.

The Ultramarines stepped over the battered corpses of the Tau Fire Warriors and advanced steadily.

In the sky, Thunderhawk gunships roared past, firing roaring death-strike missiles, bringing fiery death to the retreating Tau Empire armed forces.

While chasing down the defeated army, a sergeant holding a chain sword stained with flesh pointed his bolt pistol at a Water Caste civilian from the Tau Empire. The impact point of the bolt in the eyepiece was already locked on her head.

And she fell to the ground, defenseless, shaking.

"Please forgive me, sir!"

She suddenly begged in High Gothic, and if you listened carefully, you could see that her voice even had a Macragge accent.

"My lord, you are so tall and mighty, just like a knight, and the symbols on your armor are so holy. You must be a noble man. I am just an unarmed civilian. Will you really kill us like this?"

The commoner women of the Water clan begged with tears in their eyes: "Does your late father, when he wakes up, hope to see his descendants and warriors turn into a group of cold-blooded and ruthless murderers, killing women who have no power to restrain a chicken? ? Will your holy king praise such an abuse of force? "

The Ultramarines sergeant was stunned by her words describing Guilliman.

As a warrior of the 2nd Company, he is also the holy guard of Robert Guilliman, who is high in the stasis field, but he does not know what kind of person his genetic father is.

The words of the female alien in front of him made him think briefly.

"Of course he will praise you!" A hearty and magnetic voice came from behind the sergeant.

The sergeant suddenly turned around and found Cato Sicarius, his company commander, the tall and mighty Macragge Cavalry Master, the Marching Master of Five Hundred Worlds, walking from behind him.

I saw Cato Sicarius raising his steel foot and stepping on the chest of the Water Caste civilian woman who was lying limply on the ground. The entire upper body was torn into pieces on the spot, leaving her flesh and blood.

‘Our duty is to kill the aliens! The Holy Emperor praises you, our Genetic Father approves you! Don't hesitate to kill all these aliens who are eroding the Emperor's vast universe!

Come forward, knights of Macragge! Follow my lead! Kill the aliens and support the emperor's ambition! For Ultramar! For Macragge! For our courage and glory! March on! ! ! "

After saying that, Sicarius picked up the power sword and attacked the XV8 'Crisis' battle suit troops who were covering the retreat of the Tau's defeated army.

The Ultramarines sergeant suddenly became enlightened and enthusiastically joined the pursuit of victory following the company commander.

"Captain! 340 kilometers away from the target!"

Whether to fight or not to fight, everyone is waiting for his order.

"If we want to fight, we must instantly paralyze their bridge, so as to cut off their communications as quickly as possible." Horatio said, "But I don't want to waste a second torpedo on a ship."

He looked at Fidio: "Torpedo officer, recalibrate the torpedo launch line and aim at the target bridge. We cannot let this ship reach Ometula and destroy her!"

"Yes! Captain!"

"Louise!"

"What's your purpose? Captain!" the Cadian woman saluted him and asked.

"Prepare to arm the gang jumpers and hell's vanguard."

"As you command! Captain."

"Captain." Hiding in the shadows, the inconspicuous Death Watch Raven Guards - Brother Korchagin stepped out of the shadows.

"Please let me participate in boarding operations. I can help you avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles, such as preventing signals from reaching nearby patrol fleets and paralyzing enemy ship engines."

"That will be a great help, my lord, I will have the first assault pods make room for you."

The monk nodded. He was fully equipped and ready to go into battle without any preparation.

"Your Excellency, Captain." The young girl Thei walked over from the side with a smile: "I hope I can also participate in gang jumping and harvest some samples."

Before Horatio could answer, Father Ratty also came over: "Captain, I also hope to participate in boarding the ship. My servo skull can block their communications on all channels.

Of course, the main reason is that I also want to see if I can recover some weapon samples. The battle-damaged tatters delivered by the Triumph Army of Cathay cannot meet my research needs. "

"..."

Horatio pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then quickly turned to look at his first mate Archie Cuthbert Collingwood.

"Archie, I leave the command of the battleship to you. I will personally direct the battle."

Horatio raised his iron hand and flexed his knuckles. He made this consideration not out of passion, but out of consideration of the gains and losses of the action.

The Epic had a small crew and even fewer armed forces. Under such circumstances, he boarded the ship and hoped to use the skills of the Commanding Hand to reduce the battle losses of his men as much as possible.

If you can win it all with less than a hundred casualties, this is much more cost-effective than firing an extra precious torpedo.

Once the torpedoes as the main output weapon are used up, the Epic will have to leave the "back kitchen" where it finally sneaked in and return to the mothership for resupply before achieving greater results.

He didn't want to waste this precious opportunity.