Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

With his serious gaze, he silently conveyed through his eyes: ‘Women, don’t play with fire. ’

She looked at him for a while, and finally took a step back and said, "As you wish, Captain, I will try my best to find the correct cable and cut off the power within five times."

There was a softness in Lettie's native blue eyes, which made Horatio feel strange, as if the vulgar charm and unrestrainedness she usually displayed were all deliberate disguises.

But it’s hard to say. Horatio looked at this woman. With so many secrets and so many clones, could she really tell which one was her real self?

It's obvious that she has many secrets, but because 'it's not yet time', she keeps her mouth shut.

"This one shouldn't be touched, as it will activate the missile to restart."

"It's not the red one, it's the countdown to self-detonation."

Finally, on one last try, the power clamp behind Latty caught on a set of white wires.

Horatio once again activated the omen fragment, and after three scenes flashed, nothing happened, and he and she were still alive.

"This should be it."

Click!

Beep!

A long beep sounded, which meant that the power supply to the impact sensor of the missile fuse was truly cut off. The other structures of the missile could still function normally, but the impact fuse was completely malfunctioning.

In the void suit, Horatio, who was sweating profusely, let out a long breath.

"Glad we're still alive."

"I'm glad you're alive," Lettie corrected, smiling.

Horatio chuckled and got out through the gap in the guidance head.

"Farida is pregnant." He turned on the heat dissipation button of the helmet and said casually.

'That's very gratifying, Captain.

When you return to Abyss Port in the future, I think you can undergo the second stage of surgery. According to the tests, all the results of the first stage of surgery have matured on you, and you are mature enough to withstand the improvement of the second stage of surgery. "

"The second stage of surgery? What is it for? You are not going to install a two-heart and three-lungs for me, are you?"

Horatio said humorously.

"Of course, no. Because I have a better way to make you stronger, more perfect,

Closer to ------- people. This helps us nurture the 'brightest future' and make the Empire of Man great again. "

"What standard "person"? "

Ratty smiled and avoided the question: "This is a surgery with a long history, but it is still developing, improving and improving today."

Horatio used his time-traveler's thinking to carefully examine the key information that may be revealed in each of Letty's words.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't surpass the imperial army beside the great Lord of Humanity.'

"It varies from person to person. At least as far as this transformation surgery is concerned, you are the first person to experience it." Lati neither denied nor agreed, but just introduced it to herself.

"Is it reliable?"

'As long as you're happy with your body so far, second-stage and other follow-up surgeries will only make you better and more satisfied. "

"Does that mean the first stage of surgery is the most uncomfortable?"

"Such a generalization is wrong. To be precise, it is just a foundation, a clean white paper."

"Let me think about it after I return to Abyss Port."

"Of course, this is your right. If you don't agree, I can't do anything to you. It's just -" - When something happens in the future, I hope you won't regret your original decision. "

"Goodbye, priest, let's sort out this mess."

"As you wish, Captain." She gave a respectful gear salute.

In the captain's hall, Horatio sat back on the soft sofa.

After such a long and difficult battle, his stomach and intestines were already empty and hungry.

The fresh vegetables and frozen meat on board have also been eaten.

The Epic is not big enough, so like most destroyers and escorts, there is not enough space to install hydroponic farms and ecological pastures. This means that planting and breeding production activities cannot be carried out inside the battleship, and there is only an oversized cold storage. , but so many officers, dinners, and celebrations have all been wiped out during such a long voyage.

What's left now are the prepared foods he picked up from the "Triumph of Cathay" Tianzhou.

Although the style has declined compared to the past, Horatio, who has not developed any aristocratic disease, does not feel that there is anything wrong with the combination of meat and vegetables. The nutrition is balanced and the taste is what he likes. It is spicy and very flavorful, and no strange additives are used. , is put into plastic bags and then steamed and sterilized, so the storage time is short among the imperial cans that can easily last for tens or hundreds of years, but it can also be more than ten years.

"Uh-huh, Captain, how come after the battle, our dormitory was hit by a torpedo." Veronica burst into tears and lay down on the table opposite Horatio.

"Captain." Louise saluted and walked over quickly: "After inspection, nearly half of the officer cabin was damaged, including myself and Military Supervisor Hood.

Sage Lati wanted to take the missile back for study, so ----- it was still inserted in its original position, traveling with the Epic. "

"Let her be, she promised me there would never be an explosion, and I watched her cut the fuze circuit and turn off the missile detonator."

Farida also came over, her face looking much better than before. She wasn't wearing a uniform, but a set of loose silk pajamas.

"Dear~ dear~" She jumped over with brisk steps and used a private address.

This should be the first time she has shown such a lively and pleasant side in front of others since she became a member of the Military Supervisory Committee, although there were not many people in the official hall since then.

She couldn't wait to get closer to his ear: "You should know that I'm pregnant with your child, right?"

The blonde beauty spoke clearly, with rhythmic pauses, word by word, and then Wink

He glanced at her and made a heart sign on her soft and silky pajamas.

"Of course, congratulations, honey, you are going to be a mother."

"You too, you are going to be a father~"

"Ahem~!" Anya Fasha came over with the pilot sisters and twisted her wavy hair with her fingers: "Captain, shouldn't you also sympathize with me after fighting hard for you for so long before returning? , the pilots who came back and found that their dormitories were gone?”

"Emmmmmm, let me think about where else I can sleep."

"Captain~"

Veronica rolled over from the sofa: "I see that your official living room is quite big, 50 square meters. Even if it is five square meters per person, it can sleep ten people.

You see, there are eight of us pilots, as well as Second Lieutenant Louise and Commander Hood, oh~! The cabin of the planning officer was also overcrowded!

Then the beautiful black-haired nun said that she could just squeeze in and sleep against the wall in the infirmary. Well, Captain, excluding the nun, there are eleven of us. Shouldn’t you put your Share your cabin with us!

Otherwise, we can't squeeze into the same living cabin with the male officers. Captain, we are on the same bed sheet, oh no, we are the ones rolling on the carpet~Captain~"

"Listen--" Horatio broke out in sweat and quickly looked at Farida beside him.

But surprisingly she didn't show her usual sharp teeth.

"Well——..——Do you mind?"

"Humph, I mind." Farida twirled her golden curls and tossed them back triumphantly: "But so what? I have already won."

She pursed her lips and smiled, stroking her belly.

"Our first precious crystal was in my belly. It was a symbol of status and something that others couldn't have."

She said to herself, without asking the other wings whether they cared about who gave birth to the first child.

Others don't know, but Farida values ​​​​it.

"Since the military supervisors don't mind, Captain~" Veronica rolled onto his lap coquettishly, acting like a cat.

Suddenly, she stared at the columns on the ceiling with wide eyes.

"Meow! I am the boss cat! Get out of here!"

Yoyo yelled and jumped over with a long jump, scaring Veronica so much that she sat up suddenly, hit her head on the long mahogany table, and then rolled to the ground with a scream.

The half-cat girl squatted on the sofa and said proudly: "Boss, we also worked this time."

"Yeah, you're so good. I heard Brother Korchagin say that you are quite capable." Horatio smiled and practiced skillfully, combing his five fingers into her thick black hair over and over again.

"In that case, let's fill our stomachs first. We're back on the voyage anyway, so feel free to eat whatever you want, no limit!" Horatio said, snapping his fingers.

"Okay! I want ice cream!" Veronica waited for this sentence, covered her head and sat up, her big eyes full of pain showing the contradictory emotions of pain and happiness.

In that case, Captain, please bear with me tonight. I want braised chicken and rice. This is a bit like a food called pilaf in my hometown in Taran. Faxia looked at the handwritten recipe handed over by the chef and nodded at the "Yellow Chicken Rice".

"Then I want beef noodles in sour soup. I don't know why, but after having our child, I seem to like eating sour food very much." Farida pressed her legs together and snuggled next to Horatio, hugging his arm and said His face looked extremely happy.

"Then maybe it's a boy? Captain, I've finished counting the remaining supplies, emmmm,

There is one more thing I want to report to you. My bedroom---is also within the torpedo evacuation zone. "The young planner Yin Shuyao came to Horatio to report, and at the same time whispered to Farida.

"Really?" Farida sat up straightly and said with stars in her eyes.

"Well, there is an old saying in Cathay that is 'sour boy and spicy girl'. Well, boys are good, girls are good too, I like them both." Then she suddenly picked up Horatio: "Hey! My dear, why don't you come back later?" Let’s have another daughter.”

".——-Well, that's okay, but let's eat first." He pinched his waist with a wry smile. This small request required a lot of hard work and sweat.

"Then~ after giving birth to this baby, I will eat more spicy food for the next baby~ so that we can have a son.

I have a daughter too! "

"Okay, Commander Hood, you are the only one showing affection. If the pressure is on you, we will also consider having children with the captain." Fasha sat opposite her and said with a crooked smile.

These words scared Farida to shut up immediately, and she sat upright.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding~ Don't be nervous, hahaha. But it's a child~ Hmm, I really haven't thought about it. I don't know how old the child will be before I live to see it." Faxia's eyes wandered and she said thoughtfully.

"You will see it, Fasha." Horatio sat up straight and said, "You will all have it, and you will definitely be able to see the children grow up happily."

"Hey, my child must be as cute as me." These words made Veronica under the table start to fantasize.

"Maybe he will have a pair of purple eyes like me." Louise couldn't help but start to fantasize: "But your blue eyes are also beautiful."

"Then my child-..-"

When the topic of childbirth was raised, everyone around Horatio rarely put aside the bitterness and hatred of life and death in their life experience.

They were immersed in the fantasy of happiness in the future, and beautifully imagined the beauty of a house full of children in the future.

Reproduction is the only beautiful vision that coexists with faith and makes people feel warm in the dark and cold 41st millennium.

It is also the power of mankind to fight against danger and the cornerstone of the glory of the billions of troops defending the country.

Without reproduction, the human empire will no longer exist, and the light of the emperor will not be able to survive.

It is because of the birth of generations and their struggle for lofty ideals that mankind has been able to stand tall in a galaxy filled with monsters and alien threats, and has continued to write the fate of mankind's struggle and its unyielding glory with generation after generation.