Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 403 05.0402: "Do you like a big flying stick shot in the face?"

The huge bow shield is perhaps the most embarrassing part of the entire battleship.

The environment here is stuffy and the air is filled with the smell of incense and machine oil from the Mechanicus, which is of unknown origin. This smell is mixed with the stench of sweat and is inhaled into the abdominal cavity and finally exhaled.

The hydraulic pump components around the torpedo silo continuously spewed out hot steam, causing the perceived temperature to rise to 42 degrees.

Crew members of different genders and races are working with their breasts exposed in this hot environment. Working here in void suits will only result in heatstroke.

From time to time, there would be muffled thumps and sharp scraping sounds coming from above your head. The vibrations would cause the hanging aromatherapy to swing, and they would collide with each other, making crisp tinkling sounds.

That was the sound of a giant shell hitting the bow shield and either exploding or being bounced off.

It's like the drumstick hitting the drum, but the person is inside the drum.

Every enemy shell that hit the target would double the pressure on the crew working in the rear, and everyone's head would have bulging veins.

They also don't know when debris from the collapse will fall from above their heads and take their lives, so they can only continue working in fear and numbness.

"Captain's order! Fire the torpedoes!"

A messenger shouted from the high platform at the back.

"Torpedoes have been preheated! Ready to launch!"

The warrant officer of the torpedo maintenance team under the command of the technical priest shook his greasy head and reported.

"Close the silo cover!"

"Closed, extract the air from the well to maintain vacuum!"

"Parameters confirmed, torpedo dispersion range 10000 meters!"

"0100101...launch prayer in progress...ring the bell once, open the external cover...ring the bell twice, preheat the internal main engine..."

The mystical tech-priest chanted the torpedo-launching prayer in a stiff voice.

Rather than a prayer, it is more like a torpedo launching procedure arranged into a poem.

"Torpedoes launched!"

The lookout officer reported to Horatio.

The two battleships slightly adjusted their angles before turning parallel, aiming their bows at the target, and six torpedoes flew out of the silos at the same time, followed by six more.

A total of 12 Helios torpedoes, dragging golden-red tails, flew towards the target at an extremely fast speed.

This is the Imperial Navy's new short-burn torpedo, which is an astonishing 50% faster than the standard Helios torpedo!

Their fast speed and close distance at this time made them difficult to intercept.

"The enemy ship has been detected launching torpedoes! It's coming at a very fast speed and will hit us in 20 seconds!" A panicked alarm came from the crew on the Chaos flagship.

Admiral Chaos looked at the lightning bodies and the golden flame trails on the screen, and shouted to the helmsman, "High-energy turn! Full left! Full left!"

The two Chaos Cruisers immediately activated their steering engines. Activating this energy-consuming maneuver that disrupts the formation at this decisive moment is like giving up the Flash before a team fight in a MOBA game. The principle is the same.

"Haha! The black shrimp has turned! What a good opportunity, go over there and cut through their formation!" The green-skinned warrior wearing a captain's hat pinched the monocular telescope seized from the blue shrimp with two thick fingers, clapped the armrest excitedly and shouted.

"Yes, boss!"

After Chaos' two largest warships turned around, the greenskinned Big Rock and two cruiser-class junk ships rammed the torpedoes head-on.

"Hey! Boss! It's a small flying stick, no, it's a really big flying stick!!" When the greenskin battleship accelerated and rammed into the Chaos battleship, two torpedoes finally hit the rear engine of the 'Emperor's Death' which was unable to dodge, and another four torpedoes drilled into the garbage ship's gluttonous mouth.

The strong light from the successive explosions illuminated the hulls of the surrounding warships, and the brightness was so strong that it even triggered the photosensitive filtering device on the glass of the Indefatigable's command bridge.

At this point, all 12 short-burn torpedoes had achieved success.

The Chaos battleship was hit by 5 shells, and the remaining 7 shells hit two green cruisers.

Four of them went straight into the mouth of a junk ship. The huge explosion ripped off the upper jaw of the monster's face, leaving behind a funny scene with only half of the lower jaw remaining.

The command deck and steering wheel of the garbage ship itself were completely destroyed in this attack, and countless greenskins and fart spirits were floating around along with countless void garbage fragments.

The cruiser's guns are still firing and its power system is still functioning.

But without the command of the "brain", the ship's course has gone out of control.

It could only crash straight into the 'Emperor's Death', forcing it to perform another high-energy turn to avoid the collision.

The jagged rocks and warped scrap metal on the junk ship's surface, which looked like sharp teeth, scraped against the starboard deck of the Chaos flagship, cutting several scars in the clusters of flames from the friction and collision, just like fingers scratching a cake, turning the crew and Chaos Astartes that were touched into minced meat directly on the deck.

Then it brushed past the bow shield of the Lord Daros and sailed off into the distance. Several huge cannon shells fell unwillingly on the Indefatigable, but were fortunately blocked by the void shield.

"Hey? What's the matter with the boat? I won't be able to hit its boat!" The big guy who was operating a green cannon thought as he scratched his bald scalp.

"I have to shoot even if I can't hit it! As long as I shoot enough! There will always be one shot that can hit him! Waaaaagh!!" another big guy with a dreadlocked Squig on his head roared and vented the firepower in his hands.

The garbage ship sailed farther and farther, and its firing became less and less accurate, until it lost all its firing range and finally became a venting output into the void.

Commodore Peru sent a squadron of destroyers to follow behind, ordering them to use torpedoes to put an end to this out-of-control lump of iron.

Otherwise, it might take several years, but the great master inside would eventually repair it and allow it to sail in the universe again.

But the Brigadier General does not want these aliens to survive and continue to threaten the surrounding world.

Faced with a lone and out-of-control warship, even if it is the size of a cruiser, to the destroyer wolf pack, it is just a half-crippled elephant. As long as they are willing to spend a certain amount of time, they can eventually tear it apart with torpedoes.
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The inner orbit of Farr.

"Waaaaaagh! Charge me!"

The fortified space channel was now filled with the wreckage of green-skinned garbage ships that had been destroyed or crashed into the anchor mine belt.

However, these ferocious beasts, with only killing in their eyes, still roared and launched another round of attack after suffering heavy losses.

The thick afterburner smoke from the garbage ship made it difficult for the cruisers of the Karl-Duniyash fleet to aim at the green-skinned warships behind it, and the visibility of the observation sight feedback was extremely poor.

Under pressure from the incoming attack, the Star Fortress's main control had to manually detonate the minefield at the very end in an attempt to block and kill the greenskins.

After a series of explosions, thick smoke and diffuse metal clouds completely obscured the greenskins' traces.

Everyone looked nervously and hopefully at the corridor that had fallen into calm after the explosion, with some junk ship wreckage slowly floating out of the smoke.

It looked like at least one of the greenskins' larger warships had been completely destroyed.

Just as people were thinking this with a fluke mentality, a rumbling asteroid rushed out from the thick smoke, and the huge engine was burning fiercely. The fuel full of impurities and the fart spirits being transported were thrown into the combustion chamber by the big machine, turning into a larger and thicker gray haze spewed out from the tail nozzle.

"Enemy ships are attacking!"

The observer's shrill cries once again echoed through the bridges of the ships.

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(End of this chapter)