Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 385 05.0384: "Don't Fall in Love with the Imperial Navy Pilot"

Space warm quilt outside.

Horatio, with strong and full muscles and the majestic beauty of an ancient Greek sculpture, leaned on the soft cushions on the headboard.

He used his index finger to circle the big wavy hair in front of him. The hair belonged to the dark-skinned beauty lying in front of him, and asked thoughtfully:

"Why did you choose me as your first partner?"

Hearing the voice, the beautiful lady wearing a veil in ancient Terabis style opened her eyes.

The exotic brown eyes flickered and the long, slender, curly eyelashes fluttered twice.

"No reason, I am willing, it's that simple."

She replied with a slight chuckle, and then continued:
“Of course, your performance proves that I did the right thing. You let me experience a...very novel and wonderful experience, which is completely different from Veronica’s toys.

No wonder those two girls were so obsessed with you, it seems that you are strong in many aspects.

But, I always had a strange feeling when I thought about lying together with an officer who was so much younger than me.

Hmm~ a wonderful feeling of betrayal, it really has a unique flavor~"

She propped herself up lazily and changed her posture, then Fasha continued to lie on the soft bed, her slender toes dangling at the end of the bed. Her pink and orange soles were plump and tender, which made Horatio unable to help but glance at her several times.

She didn't expose it, but just looked into Horatio's eyes and chuckled.

"Then I'll accept your compliment. In fact, you are only 9 years older than me, which is not even the biggest age gap."

Horatio raised an eyebrow and gently ran his fingers from her pointed chin to her three-dimensional face.

"Hmm~ It seems you have quite a few stories that you can only tell when you're drunk."

The female pilot looked away lazily like a Persian cat, then turned back, staring into his eyes and smiling charmingly.

"But I was wondering, is this considered a... boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"

"No." The female pilot answered very straightforwardly, even with a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes:
"Don't fall in love with an Imperial Navy pilot."

"why?"

Horatio explored her brown eyes with his gaze, as if trying to dig out the real answer from her heart.

But soon, his eyes unconsciously fell on the huge valley that was oozing with honey.

Sniffing carefully, the faint fragrance of cream in the air subtly stimulated his nostrils.

“Falling in love with an Imperial Navy pilot, your heart will one day be shattered, just like our bodies.

So, little captain, don't be emotional. I think the relationship we have now is very good.

Cherish every moment you can sleep in the same bed.

Well~it looks like you are OK again.

Fire at me as much as you want, Captain."

She giggled, stood up straight, tied up her wavy hair with her hands, and swung it back gracefully, like a heroic Amazon rider, and rode back on his waist.

Horatio also skillfully touched her flexible waistline, he knew that he could not convince her.

As a time traveler, he knew very well that the average life expectancy of Imperial Navy pilots would not exceed 28 years.

Her age is already very close to this number.

But, that's just generally speaking.

He came to this world and made so much effort just to keep the things he loved.

"I won't let you die." The woman riding on his waist had her chin pressed against his collarbone. He bit the cute earlobe at the corner of his mouth and said.

The female pilot lying on his chest smiled helplessly and said, "This is not something we can interfere with."

"Then we must go all out to prevent this from happening."

"Thank you. Come on, little captain~" The female pilot didn't want to waste precious seconds or destroy the ambiguous atmosphere, so she followed his words and leaned over to kiss his sexy and proud mermaid line with her soft lips.
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after one day.

From within the orbit, you can look down at the surface of the planet Far, which is emerald green but covered with dark gray spots.

The two fleets of the Imperial Navy are maneuvering according to their respective combat plans.

The 25th Gothic Squadron, along with several ships assigned by the Karl-Dunjash fleet for support, sailed out of the inner orbit through the gap and entered the outer orbit.

"Battle alert! Battle alert! All personnel, take your battle positions! All personnel, take your battle positions!"

As soon as they left the inner orbit, Captain Lord Sterling issued a level one combat alert order. Inside the Imperial Navy ships around the planet Farr, personnel at all levels trotted through passages that were either wide or narrow, and arrived at designated locations in accordance with regulations.

The heavily-armored servitors carried heavy ammunition, and the contract workers, accompanied by marines, filed in through the gate of the designated workshop. The entire fleet was making intensive preparations for a major war.

"I hope the star fortresses and orbital defense platforms can hold our orbital defense line and prevent the enemy from airdropping troops to the ground. Okay, Astrologer, report the movements of enemy ships." Commodore Peru did not look good.

"The enemy greenskin fleet is approaching us at a rate of 5 Void Knots, estimated number 40+!"

Horatio stood on the aviation command bridge on top of the battlecruiser Indefatigable for the first time in a long time, using the advanced sighting system and divination radar to detect the movements of enemy ships in the void.

Within the detection range of the "Void Hydroacoustic", there is only a red ball of light on the Void Auspiciousness display screen of the enemy ship. It can only be confirmed its approximate location, but it is impossible to determine how big the enemy ship is, let alone its specific model.

As indicated in the omen revelation, the remnant of the Chaos fleet was silently in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity. After discovering the greenskin fleet was gradually approaching, they slowly followed and their location was detected by the void hydroacoustic on the Imperial Navy's void combat map.

Standing in front of the glazed porthole, Horatio could already see the faint flashes of firing from the small ships in the void.

These nimble little ships galloped freely in the deep darkness, acting as skirmishers and guerrilla forces in the line, blocking the advance of the greenskins and preventing enemy raiders from harassing them before their own battle line was formed.

Every ship of every level will not be redundant in a naval battle, and all ships have their own unique combat missions.

"A high-speed green aircraft approaching has been detected."

"Immediately release the carrier-based aircraft for interception." Horatio selected the corresponding combat attendance plan in the combat mission sequence, and a squadron took off from each apron on both sides.

In the hangar, sirens blared.

The Skyhawk Squadron was in the first attack sequence on the port side, with eight pilots ready.

"Hey, little Fasha, are you really okay?" Veronica asked with a slightly worried tone in the communication.

"I'm fine." Fasha lowered the eyepiece of the spare helmet, and the black mirror obscured her face.

Of course, the fighter currently in use is also her backup aircraft, which has been repainted with the Skyhawk One logo. The previous command aircraft has not yet been repaired after the previous crash.

Everyone on the tarmac was in a hurry. The sounds of ground crew running and the sound of servitors' tracks were endless.

Under the guidance of the instructor, each fighter plane drove into the catapult rail one by one.

"I'm glad you're alright. Hehe, come to think of it, you did take action after all. Great job!

"Hey, how do you feel? How is it? Commander, are you good enough?" Veronica sounded curious and excited.

The female pilot smiled coolly under her helmet, her face flushed slightly which she herself did not notice, and she did not answer the question.

In other words, she didn't want to share this experience with her best friend, lest her, who was already distracted, would still be thinking about it after takeoff, affecting her combat operations.

"The hatch is open. Please keep away from the shuttle apron armored door. The gravity field is normal and there is no oxygen leak."

The sweet voice of the female commander in the control tower came from overhead, and all ground crew members immediately moved away from the heavy armored door that was slowly opening.

"Pilots, I wish you a safe return."

Horatio's calm and steady voice came from the squadron channel.

"Hi hi~ Got it, Commander!" Veronica's laughter came from the channel, and she replied together with the pilots.

"Fashya, good luck to you." Then, Fasha heard the special message from Horatio.

"You too."

The takeoff guide squatted down, and the bright command signal stick pointed into the void like a sword drawn from its sheath.

(End of this chapter)