Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 58 02.0058: ‘Silent Shadow’

The short sword, a symbol of infinite glory, hung in the scabbard on Horatio's belt, swinging back and forth with his steps.

Horatio followed the two officers down the exaggeratedly tall and spacious corridor.

"Your Excellency..." As Brigadier General Edward's first mate, Captain Sterling suddenly approached the Brigadier General's ear and said something.

"Well, let's go first." The brigadier nodded as he adjusted the Victorian silk scarf at his collar.

Then he turned around and said to Horatio: "We are going to meet with Earl George Anson, your principal, to discuss some naval matters. You can take a walk now and wait for our news."

Brigadier General Edward handed a communication rosary to Horatio and bowed.

"yes."

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In a building in a remote corner of Vegas, the dim candlelight flickering on the table was the only source of light in the room.

Even so, this firelight could not dispel the darkness. Instead, it was constantly being eroded by the darkness, only dimly illuminating the dim lower half of the faces of several elderly men in black robes.

These men in black robes are not the protagonists of this gathering. With their tongues cut out, they are simply tools to convey the master's will.

They took turns writing, and it was impossible to infer how many speakers there were.

Behind them, the theater-like pavilion was covered by thick dark curtains. The real protagonists sat on the velvet armchairs placed inside. These people did not necessarily speak, and they did not know who was sitting opposite each other. Who, but all come for the same thing.

[+The Navy...has intervened in the Vegas area+] A silent person wrote on the paper.

[+They cannot succeed, the chaotic Vegas area is the best Gu pool and the most perfect cover+] Another silent person wrote.

[+Although we serve different masters and have different missions, we all share the same threat+] The third silent person wrote.

[+If you still want to secure your position, we must work together to thwart the fleet's conspiracy and force them to give up+] The fourth person continued to write.

[+Let them encounter resistance, remain stubborn, and be satisfied with the status quo. After weighing the sacrifices, they will not go down any further+]

[+Last time we failed in that matter, the Navy people refused to let go, we are on the same boat, you guys understand+]

[+You must disappear from their sight. As an insurance weapon, you and your people do not need to participate in the subsequent events, we will provide you with cover+]

[+If we strike them with a fatal blow when they are not careful, and let them go back and lick their wounds, we will be safe+]

[+The plan will begin soon, let us use fierce destruction to disrupt their goals, destroy their actions, and make them fear with blood and skulls+]

[+Throw the trouble to the scapegoats, interfere with their analysis with dazzling changes, and cause misjudgments+]

【+We know their weaknesses, let us start with the people closest to them, let them feel despair and face the fall+】

[+Losing one cannot destroy the will, then let them lose the second and third until they are defeated by themselves+]

【+Everything is for His (unknown number) will+】

The silent ones wrote this sentence on paper together, like an oath before a certain battle.

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[Still have to find a way out. Although naval intelligence was already spying on the enemy's movements, no underground intelligence network could come as quickly. ]

Horatio pondered as he walked out of the dignified and solemn auditorium.

There are many tall sculptures in the square.

Since this is the exclusive campus for loyal heirs of the Navy and is located next to the Admiralty of the Gothic Fleet, the statues are mainly officers' portraits and battleships.

He is indeed safe here, but the conspiracy of the cultists and the revelations in his dreams make him always restless and want to take the initiative.

Horatio sighed dullly and looked around. It looked like a classical aristocratic military school. It was completely opposite to the militaristic and lifeless Storm Campus. It had the smell of the 'Knight Academy' established by Louis XIV. .

The 'Knight Academy' was established by Louis XIV for the heirs of the Guards soldiers who died in battle. It has the characteristics of a welfare institution and a military school. The students trained in it will basically become royal musketeers. The students are relatively free and easy, and the management is loose. There is a degree.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Horatio felt that the sun over the Naval Academy campus was brighter than that over the Storm Tadaji campus opposite.

He walked to the group of naval memorial sculptures and saw the sculpture of Admiral Speyer lined up behind Admiral Lord Ravensberg.

When he heard that Admiral Speyer was his ancestor, he felt unrealistic and vague.

He is a legendary hero and a descendant of a legend. After eight years of struggling in the lower nest, he was still able to enter Zhongsi Academy in good health.

He looked at the huge 15-meter-high statue. Admiral Speyer looked majestic and solemn. His left hand was holding the power saber on his waist, and his right hand was pointing forward to the right, as if he was commanding the fleet.

Behind the sculpture of Speyer, there are dozens of such sculptures, all of them heroes of the Gothic fleet.

Behind these statues there are many empty pedestals on the way to the main building, which are reserved for future heroes.

Horatio knows that by 999.M41, ten years from now, this place will be full and many heroes will appear.

Suddenly, Horatio felt someone tap him on the back.

"Hey! Hello, can you take a picture for me?"

A young man with natural curly hair of light blond mixed with brown and a short ponytail tied with a black ribbon came forward politely. He smiled shyly. He was about the same age as himself, but slightly shorter than him. His light blue eyes looked at him curiously.

He was wearing the official uniform of a naval cadet, a sergeant, and a plain bicorne hat without any trim on his head. This was not issued by the official, but seemed to be brought from home.

"No problem." Horatio smiled and took the camera from the young man.

The camera looked like it had been used for a long time, and the copper parts had been polished to a shiny finish. It looked very similar to the classic Leica M3.

The young man stood under the statue of Admiral Speyer, one hand on the dagger and the other hand on the top of the sculpture base.

Click——

Horatio made an 'OK' gesture.

"Thank you very much." The young man walked up quickly, smiled gratefully, and the dimples on his face were obvious.

"You are so excited, are you a new student?" Horatio handed him the camera.

"You saw it. I just enrolled today. I want to take some photos for my mother."

"Aren't you a loyal heir?"

The young man smiled and shook his head, saying, "I am a preparatory student of the Officer Preparatory Academy."

Horatio nodded thoughtfully. He had just heard Commodore Peru talk about what a preparatory student of the Officer Preparatory Academy was.

A group of people who are not loyal heirs but are crazy about the establishment of naval candidate officers.

"Thanks! I am Archie Cuthbert Collingwood from the Fleet Maritime Department. What is your name, sir?"

Horatio could tell because the man's brain was also implanted with a command nerve hub device.

"Horatio Cochrane, a loyal heir of the Navy, I am also in the Fleet Maritime Department, you can just call me Horatio."

"So we are classmates! Just call me Archie." The young man grinned excitedly.

He took the camera, took off the bicorne hat on his head and tucked it under his armpit, and took the initiative to salute Horatio.

Horatio also took off his bicorne hat and saluted in return.

"Let's take a picture together. You are the first classmate I have ever met." The young man requested.

"No problem."

Archie placed the camera on the statue base in front of him and pointed the lens at the two of them.

Horatio stood up straight and posed in an upright and solemn posture like Archie, just like two naval officers.

Click - the picture was frozen at this moment.

Archie ran to the camera and looked through the photos: "Great photos."

Horatio looked at the camera. Archie chose a good angle and took the two of them in high spirits. Behind them was the tall memorial sculpture of Admiral Speyer.

"Do you like Admiral Speyer very much?" Horatio asked with a smile.

"Of course, he is my idol and the idol of many people! A Gothic hero, a light in the darkness, a representative of the unyielding will of ordinary people, and a real action man." Archie was very excited. He looked up at the tall sculpture and couldn't help muttering.

"Thank you, I'll go somewhere else to take some photos." Archie said and ran to the teaching building.

Horatio walked to the campus.

The class here is similar to the way in college. Students of different departments have their own schedules and rush to the corresponding classrooms on time.

Although the navy has many departments, most of the courses are common, and many students of different departments will study in the same classroom.

Of course, classes and exams are not enough to earn enough credits. Most of the time, the students are fully armed and carrying out missions outside, rather than just studying.

This also means that as long as the mission is allowed, I can go out immediately and rely on the resources of the Imperial Navy to build a network to deal with cultists.

[I will suggest it to Mr. Peru later. As a mission, send me out to rebuild the Vegas underground intelligence network serving the Fleet Military Intelligence Department.

This can not only accumulate credits and gain insight into the enemy, but also allow those who have sold their blood and lives for you to find a loyal job to serve the Empire again. ]

Giving people the opportunity to serve the Emperor is far better than being lured by heretics to serve the evil god.