Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 501 06.0500: ‘The Tiger’s Away’

At the docking station on the right side of the pilgrimage ship

“Kill!”

The crew members on the Epic rushed out with sailor knives, sea spears, sword bayonets inserted on naval rifles, and fierce demolition axes, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the young Kroot holding war clubs.

The adults and middle-aged species nearby were retreating.

Horatio noticed this situation and became more vigilant.

He began to hope that Brother Korchagin could provide him with an early warning so that he would know what kind of cunning tactical plan these Kroot remnants wanted to implement.

“Kill!”

Old man Joe’s youngest son was no longer timid at the beginning, and was gradually infected by the excitement of pursuing the victory.

He followed his brother holding the sea spear and rushed towards these hideous aliens. He was no longer afraid, but was full of passion to fight bravely. He also wanted to share a piece of the bounty, and it would be best if he could get some of the captain’s commendation.

However, the sailors were irregular armed forces after all. They fought bravely, but their fighting style was still relatively conservative. When fighting, they would only keep a safe distance from these Kroots and slap and stab each other with their weapons.

Only the real sailors and boarding team members were completely and unreservedly attacking and bravely fighting with the aliens.

The sailors who could only maintain the front line watched the enemy's front line being disrupted by the sailors and boarding team members, and rushed up, relying on their numbers and strength, to hack the aliens to death.

Under this offensive rhythm, a boarding team member picked up a shotgun and rushed to the vicinity of the sailor war group where old man Joe and his two sons were mixed, spraying the Kroots.

The huge bullets flew across, hitting the aliens and splashing blood and flesh. The blue-green scales and hair were densely embedded with bullets, making the already ugly and disgusting bodies even more hateful and more disgusting.

Under the fierce and fierce firepower of the boarding team members, the flank of the Kroots was directly broken.

The sailors shouted loudly, making louder shouts than the Kroots, and rushed forward.

Old Joe and his two sons certainly would not miss this opportunity to pick up money.

"Go, go, go! Pick up money!"

He patted his two sons on the back, his eyes wide open, staring at the Kroots who were showing signs of decline.

The eldest son raised his naval spear, stepped forward, shouted loudly, and stood out from the crowd, using a fierce stab, pushing the sharp spear head into the abdomen of a Kroot.

"Gah!" The Kroot screamed, holding the naval spear with his hands covered with adhesive film.

"Ha!" The eldest son added more strength and stabbed the entire leaf-shaped spear tip in. The sharp spear head wrapped in flesh and blood showed a dent under the skin of the Kroot's back. As the force grew stronger, the tip tore the skin at the back that was as tough as frog skin, and pushed the spear head out.

Seeing that his elder brother had won, the younger son shouted and squeaked, and also crouched down and squeezed forward from the legs of the people.

Suddenly, the younger son who squeezed to the front under the legs of the people was stunned. A young Kroot on the opposite side was pushed and fell to the ground. The two who were also crawling now looked at each other in surprise. He saw the appearance of this alien.

It was almost exactly the same as the mutant water ghost in the legend of the bottom nest that grabbed people into the water and drowned them - pointed fins, yellow webbed feet, and those uneven, three-layered fangs and sharp teeth.

"Ah!" The younger son shuddered and screamed in panic.

But people's eyes were fixed on the enemy opposite them, and no one cared about what was happening under their feet. The fallen Kroot people were often trampled to death.

However, this time, in the gap between the long-handled weapons of both sides, an alien was lucky enough not to be trampled to death by countless powerful feet.

Seeing that the young human was showing his weakness, the young Kroot spread out the fins on his head, back, and arms, making himself look bigger and more threatening, and then let out a terrible cry.

While threatening, it also pulled out the Kroot dagger from its waist and rushed straight to the youngest son of old man Joe.

"Ah!" The young boy from Xiachao, who had little experience, was frightened to death, his nose was running, and he sat on the ground.

"Ahhhh!" At a loss, he closed his eyes and yelled, raised his sailor knife in both hands and stabbed forward randomly.

Puff!

The feedback made him instinctively judge that the blade was blocked, and then it pierced something like cutting butter.

Under the continuous pulling, a sticky but unexpectedly warm liquid splashed on his face.

The youngest son with a mohawk slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that this Kroot man was hanging on his sailor knife and was stabbed through.

The webbed hand holding the Kroot dagger slowly loosened, and the sharp weapon fell to the ground with a snap.

The youngest son blinked his eyes quickly, trembling and trying several times before kicking the corpse away from him, and finally pulled it out of his body with the sailor knife.

"I killed the alien..." He reacted after a trance and shouted ecstatically: "I made money! Hahaha, I made money! I made money!"

The first pot of gold in his life was a bounty from the Imperial Navy, which made him very happy.

In line with the mentality of never leaving empty-handed to pick up scraps in the middle and lower nests, the youngest son of old man Joe happily collected the dagger of the Kroot he killed as a trophy and kept it as a souvenir.

After all, the weapons issued had to be taken back after the battle.

The troops that rushed out from the Epic had already occupied the advantageous position around the landing port and lost the support of the prime-age and adult species. Those young species were no match for the crew members whose equipment and training were the best of the best.

The armed forces that rushed out of the Epic chased the retreating Kroot.

As they chased after them, the shadow of the path marked red again appeared in their vision. When they hesitated, the officers shouted to them: "Everyone go this way! Don't divide the troops! The 11th Sailor Platoon, hold the connection. Mouth! Others follow me from the left bridge!"

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The cathedral inside this pilgrim ship is magnificent and tall, measuring 335 meters from the dome to the white marble floor tiles.

Each buttress is carefully carved, and the stone material used is pure white and flawless, just like the empire's belief in the God Emperor.

But now, blood splattered in the once solemn auditorium, and thick black human blood spattered on the pure white marble and slowly dripped down.

The statue of Our Lady of Arabella is dripping with blood.

Her successor sisters defended the glory of her career with their lives and blood, using their fragile bodies to block the death caused by pulse guns amidst the sound of chain saws and explosive bombs.

Now that her saints have arrived on this killing field, can the nuns on the verge of defeat hold on to the surviving lambs?

"Imperial Navy, fulfill your sacred duty! Kill the aliens!" Horatio shouted, wielding his chainsword and giving orders while killing enemies on the front lines.

The shield guards and demolition axemen around him followed the captain's footsteps, roared, and rushed towards the groups of aliens, rushing into the bloody fight.

"Three lines of battle! Stop them!" Seizing Horatio's opportunity to break through, Farida waved her power sword, shouted in a loud voice, and led her sailors to form a battle line with the remaining Battle Sisters at the front. .

This mixed force stood in three rows.

Under the command, the first row knelt down on one knee, and the gun lines of the two rows in the back were intertwined, with dense muzzles sticking out.

"Fire! Suppressive fire!"

Bang bang bang bright!

The sounds of pulse deflagration guns and Godwin-Diaz bolters mingled together. The fire was so fierce that the ejected bolt shells jingled on the marble floor tiles and connected together.

The Holy Roses sang hymns in unison while shooting.

The golden power of faith gathered into a beam of golden light in front of the tall emperor icon in the cathedral, and attached itself to everyone on the battle line.

'Shield of Faith', a psychic defense method given by the Emperor based on the power of faith, at least that's what they claim.

Although it sounds very mysterious and looks very mysterious, the nuns really chant scriptures and play and sing hymns on the battlefield, and this method can really play a defensive role.

A gang member was hit by the alien's pulse rifle. Just as he was preparing to experience severe pain, he was surprised to find that the alien's shot only left a trace of energy shock on the void armor and did not actually hurt him. Body.

(The power of the Emperor, boy!)

"The God Emperor bless! It's the God Emperor's blessing!" After the members of the dance gang were briefly confused, he immediately shouted excitedly, glanced at the emperor's statue, and began to sing hymns like the nuns, and then He mustered up the energy to continue firing.

Under the blessing of the Lord of Mankind, everyone believed that they would be able to defeat these abominable man-eating aliens under His watchful eye.

However, Horatio analyzed through his experience as a time traveler and concluded that the scene in front of him might not be a manifestation of the emperor.

Because at this time, the Emperor has become an unstable spiritual power core between the real universe and the supreme heaven.

At the same time, the spiritual power he accumulated was consciously contained or unconsciously preserved by the Inquisition, the State Church, the Sisters and other forces.

Similar to the formation of machine souls, such statues and holy objects with the same religious image and long-term acceptance of prayer and other activities will also accumulate the spiritual power of believers - that is, the power of faith of the God-Emperor.

He looked at the tall, magnificent, and shining statue of the emperor in the middle of the cathedral.

No matter how it is said, the icon will indeed have the spiritual power of the emperor's characteristics, and it will also have the wonderful "power of faith", which can be effectively used by the nuns.

Chanting sutras is also one of the ways to enable it.

Of course, this is just Horatio's reasonable speculation.

Because in this world filled with monsters, ghosts, snakes, gods and the mighty power of subspace, everything is uncertain. Even if Huang Pizi really shows his holiness in front of him, he may be shocked, but he will not feel strange or incredible.

After holding on from the front, Sister Arabella immediately organized the sisters from the non-combatant chapter to rescue the wounded and retreat.

Horatio's wings fought fiercely all around, and Louise occupied the commanding heights. The gunners of the gang members carried heavy bolters and set them up on the high pulpit guardrail.

"Heavy weapons gunners, focus fire on the entrance to corridor No. 2 on the right!" Louise scanned the battlefield, and then quickly waved her arm vigorously towards the designated target.

"Yes! Sir, load the ammunition!" the gunner shouted and opened the rear bolt receiver. Two members of the gang jumped to the gunner with ammunition boxes in their hands, opened the box, pulled out the ammunition chain from inside and stuffed it into the gunner's side. Gun action.

"Loading complete!" the assistant shooter shouted.

The shooter pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.

Bang bang bang!

As the muzzle of the gun exploded with surging fire, the rain of fine gold fire rushed straight towards the murderous alien below.

The beaten Kroot used their sharp claws and limbs to climb on the wall like a gargoyle, trying to sneak up on the high firepower point from the side.

Bang!

One of them was about to pounce from the dome to the firing point when he was shot in half by a precise laser in mid-air, and the pieces of his body fell down with a clatter.

"Well done, Sergeant." Thei was observing the battle situation with a small tactical binocular on the high chanting platform, and she couldn't help but say something on the communication channel when she scanned the shot-down target.

As a fledgling alien inquisitor, this talented and experienced girl learned the habits of various Kroots from countless teaching methods.

These water ghost-like Kroots are good at attacking underwater, and their sharp claws can also allow them to climb like spiders.

Thei looked at the positions of the others and quickly determined the position of leading Valina's team - roaming support, responsible for ensuring that the flanks and heads of others would not be attacked.

After the firepower network was built and began to output steadily, Horatio ordered the melee troops to retreat so as not to block the gun line, and he used the powerful ability brought to him by the iron hand to cover the rear.

At this time, he had already discovered something was wrong.

[If Chief Krut wanted to retreat to the inner side to regroup and launch a general attack on the cathedral, he should have come by now. Why is the offensive momentum of these adults still weakening? ]

Just when he felt something was wrong, he received an encrypted signal from Brother Korchagin.