Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 492 06.0491: ‘Wolf Kings Exhausted from Fighting’

This was the most breathtaking moment of the entire battle.

The Tau Empire’s commerce raiders, the Epic, and even all the surrounding commerce raiders were watching closely. This attack would determine not only the winner, but also life and death, and would also affect the direction of the subsequent battle.

The Tau Empire’s light cruiser was turning urgently, and the torpedoes that were moving forward without any manipulation were flying straight towards the opponent. According to the calculation results of the Thinker, the opponent’s maneuverability seemed to be able to avoid it.

The Envoy-class ship was turning sharply under the personal control of the captain, and all the thrusters were turned to the maximum thrust, turning sharply to the left at an arc of 16 degrees per second.

The torpedo rushed towards its manta-ray-shaped right fin, and it was only a few seconds away from a successful hit.

While turning, the light cruiser’s entire body firepower was sweeping in the direction of the Epic.

Regardless of whether it was close defense firepower or not, railgun shells and ion beams flew past the hull of the Epic, and even the Seeker missile bay was already open.

The Epic was accelerating away, with the stern facing the Hunter chasing her. If the torpedoes failed to hit, the enemy who successfully maneuvered would surely be able to hit the engine facing the light cruiser when they returned fire.

At that time, the Epic would be unable to escape, and if it did not surrender, it would be completely destroyed.

Even the most senior technical priests had to admit the effectiveness of the Tau Empire's artificial intelligence assistance in shooting.

The stern projection of the Epic was only slightly wider than the bow. As a maneuvering target in a space naval battle, it was difficult to hit, but not completely impossible to hit.

Among the scattered hits, the most dangerous one was a railgun shell that hit the middle section of the Epic's bridge directly, treating the armor and adamantine as nothing, and chiseling a large hole with a diameter of 30 meters like a hot knife through butter, and the bridge structure was also partially damaged.

Fortunately, it only destroyed several officers' lounges on the left side, and at such a moment, because no one was resting inside, no officers were injured or killed. The biggest loss was nothing more than some personal property and collections.

"God bless us." Horatio's eyes reflected the last star-like trail of the torpedo, and he muttered silently.

"Turn!"

The ion engine load of the Envoy class was pulled to the maximum, and the reactor emitted a terrifying and harsh hum.

The firepower on the ship rushed outward, pulling out several layers of fire nets.

It can be seen that it was doing its best to evade. Whether the Epic can get away through counterattack depends on whether the enemy can survive this last moment.

The Envoy class turned quickly, and at the last second when the right fin swept past, the torpedo hit the wing on the far side of the right fin.

The flames broke out instantly, and the powerful explosion power was like a giant's hand, tearing the right fin of the giant manta ray apart.

The fragments scattered, and some of them rushed to the bridge.

"Everyone get out of the way!"

The Fire Clan's smuggling commander had just shouted a warning when the bridge was smashed by debris, and huge pieces of burning red debris flew over the commander's head.

The crew in the side corridor jumped away in panic, but before they could react further, more debris pierced the rear armor of the bridge.

The smuggling commander was knocked down by the powerful impact, and before he could get up, the collapsed debris flew towards his view.

"Ah!"

He screamed, his eyes went black, and he felt dizzy.

After a long time, one of his eyes regained some vision.

He felt the pain all over his body, especially his face, which was numb to the point of no feeling.

The commander loosened his hand covering his face and looked at the blue blood flowing on Indigo's hand.

The fragments of the eyeball fell into his hand, mixed with light blue mucus.

"Is this... my... eye?" He knelt on the ground, muttering to himself.

The bridge was in chaos. The crew members who were still able to move cooperated with the drone bees to carry out damage control and repairs. High-density firefighting foam was sprayed everywhere, and the emergency barrier constructed by the bee swarm blocked the torn gap.

The damage to the light cruiser was not light or serious. The torpedo only hit the fin part, which had little effect on the firepower output of the entire warship, but brought great inconvenience to the navigation control.

The commerce raider tilted its body and limped while flying. It had a visible yaw and had to fly for a while to correct its course.

She and the Epic caused a certain degree of damage to their respective bridges, and it was barely a draw.

At this time, the Epic was unable to expand the results of the battle - she only had the last torpedo in the front launch silo.

Now that the enemy fleet is about to arrive at the scene, she has no trump card to fight with this opponent who is one weight class higher than her and has only been slightly injured.

"Allow maximum speed of 8 void knots, the shadow field is restarted, let's get out of here."

Horatio turned around while driving the adamantium command throne, looking at the opponent who was gradually moving away and was putting out the fire and making emergency repairs, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a white velvet glove.

Both the enemy and us fought to exhaustion, and neither had the ability or time to take huge risks to expand the results of the battle.

This fight also made Horatio realize that there were also experienced and difficult guys like him among the opponents.

On the Epic, there was silence at first, but soon, the whole ship burst into warm cheers for surviving the disaster and making a fortune.

The crew all raised their arms and shouted the captain's heroic name. In the ecstasy of surviving the disaster and winning a great victory, no one cared whether the gamble just now would bury everyone here.

Everyone was thinking about the bounty that the Imperial Navy promised them in the contract. Many people had already seen in their minds the happy and fulfilling life in the Abyss Port in the future.

They were already imagining a better future. After returning home with medals and honors, they would divide the bonus into several parts, and decide what to do with the first sum of money and what to do with the second sum of money.

In the cabin, there was an atmosphere of excitement and relaxation.

Even the injured people, regardless of the ship doctor's dissuasion, celebrated enthusiastically until someone tore the wound that had just been sutured and cried out in pain, and then continued to lie down obediently.

In this adventure, the Epic did not suffer many casualties, but the results achieved were extremely fruitful. Judging from the actual price paid and the gains, the Epic made a lot of money, even if the process was full of dangers that all the crew would capsize if they were not careful.

As the signal of a great victory was transmitted, a new encrypted communication was sent.

In the relatively stable sea of ​​psychic energy in the Extreme Star Field, this star message was transmitted unexpectedly quickly.

The Gothic Fleet Expeditionary Battle Group, Ultramar Command, and the Gothic Fleet General Staff all received the surprise harvest from a corner of this vast front.

"I think I was right." The man in the gorgeous general uniform stood in the gorgeous and elegant palace of Macragge, looking at the birds and flowers outside the window, groping for the wooden pipe in his hand, and took a leisurely puff of smoke and said.

"Of course, Admiral Jervis. Major Cochrane has proved his courage and tactics with his actions. As I told you, he is a bold and radical offensive commander, but he has full confidence when he is radical. Although I don't know what strange ideas he will come up with, he can always succeed."

Admiral Venuska Katalia, the current head of the Gothic Fleet, pointed to the newly printed propaganda posters on the Thinker array and said: "I think these propaganda will have a positive effect on the front line."

At this time, although the Imperial Army took the initiative to launch the second offensive in the Damocles Gulf, the progress on various fronts was not smooth. In order to ensure morale, the Imperial high-level consciously concealed these news in propaganda and launched a larger propaganda war offensive than the Tau Empire to drown out the negative remarks that would lead to low morale.

Every invasion of the Imperial Army aroused stubborn resistance on the local planet. Faced with the united resistance at the planetary level, the occupation operations of various units were difficult.

The news that the First Attack Squadron won a great victory and the young lieutenant led the attack fleet to destroy an entire Tau Empire trade fleet was an encouragement to senior commanders on all fronts.

The rebels need weapons. Without pulse railguns, sticks alone cannot resist the occupation of the planet by the Imperial Army.

"The Empire needs heroes, and the son of Spyr has proved with his actions that he is the ideal hero that people need."

Admiral Jervis glanced at the handwritten updated military merit points and reputation points in Horatio Cochrane's file on the resume of the school-level officers of the Navy Department of the Hazy Star Region.

After he achieved the latest outstanding results, the converted reputation points were enough to fill the last point of his progress bar for promotion to lieutenant colonel. Of course, the excess would not be wasted.

"Adhering to the principle of open and fair demonstration of military merit, it is time for the heir of Spyr to serve as the captain of a classified ship and make greater contributions to the Empire." Admiral John Jervis, one of the main members of the Navy Committee of the Misty Star Region and the review officer, stamped the authorization stamp on Horatio's resume, adding the last stroke to Horatio's long-term promotion from captain to lieutenant colonel since the expedition to Far Star. After all, for Horatio, the identity of Lieutenant Commander was just an unexpected surprise. He had been aiming to serve as the captain of a classified ship from the beginning. Not long after, a brand new commission for a lieutenant colonel was being written in the compilation office of the Ministry of the Interior by a psychic sealer with the Emperor's psychic ink that was like liquid gold. However, it would probably take quite some time to officially deliver the small classified ship with the ability to navigate the subspace, which truly represented the power behind this parchment commission, from the Misty Star Region to the Extreme Star Region.