Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 409 05.0408: "Her last test question"

It is 4:55 pm in Terra.

Sepra-Mundi, Interview Room 2 in the B31 Building of the Navy Headquarters in the Hazy Star Region.

Louise Tavira was the only candidate assigned to Interview Room 31 who spent more than 15 minutes in the interview room.

"..." The colonel who asked the second question was carefully pondering Louise's well-organized aviation combat plan in his mind.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Louise's ear.

"Well, the general idea is OK. Have you worked in the aviation department?"

"Yes, I served as secretary to Captain Horatio Cochrane, the chief officer of the Indefatigable's aviation department. So I did work in the aviation department for a while."

"You learn pretty fast." The principal who set the questions laughed and teased, "Are you really the last one to pass the written test?"

"It was Captain Cochrane who taught me so well! Without his patient guidance, I might not even have passed the written test."

"Admiral, it's your turn." The Lord Colonel nodded slightly to her, said no more, and spoke to the admiral beside him.

Admiral Jarvis's sharp eyes were not affected by his previous performance at all, and he swept over Louise like an eagle.

"Alternate officer, please listen to the question." His voice was low and loud.

"Suppose you are the first lieutenant on a Moon-class cruiser. The captain is killed in a naval battle, and you need to take over the captain's position according to the command sequence. Your ship is currently located in the Skarrus sector, the Helican sub-sector, in the direction of 374.896 Gudrun.

According to the report from the Power Department, your ship's subspace engine is damaged and you cannot use subspace jumps. Only the conventional plasma power engine can still operate.

In the previous battle, the left auxiliary engine of the Jiaoyue-class cruiser was damaged, resulting in a power loss of 147 million watts, causing the ship to yaw at an error of 4 degrees per hour. The main engine was slightly damaged, resulting in a thrust loss of 274 million watts.

Now, as the fleet commander, I require your ships to assemble at the Morten Wharf in the Agrippina Sector. Please use this star map to draw the shortest route, correct the deviation, and give the estimated specific assembly date and arrival days. "

The admiral pushed the star map in front of him towards the young female candidate with an expressionless face.

"Admiral, she is only a candidate officer... Isn't this question too..." the captain reminded in a low voice.

"She is a candidate officer of the Gothic Fleet and a Cadian, Captain," the admiral said mercilessly.

"!"

Such a question surprised Louise.

You know, from north to south, from the Scalus sector to the Agrippina sector, you have to pass through a total of four sectors!
There are countless sub-star regions among them.

This is a question that only a true Imperial Navy captain can answer.

"After all, this isn't far from Cardia. You should be familiar with it, right?"

The admiral looked into Louise's purple eyes and said coldly, "Give me your expected assembly time. This will affect the safety of Cardia and the subsequent arrangements of the fleet."

"The expected time... may be..." 'It's about Cardia's safety' made Louise even more nervous.

"Don't rush to answer. I want your answer to be accurate to within three days," said the admiral.
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"Energy distribution! Fully supply the weapon system!"

In the void, the Indefatigable, with its azure tail flame, passed in front of the two enemy ships in a graceful arc.

All the weapons on the ship roared, and the light spears and macro cannon shells kept hitting the animated demon ship like raindrops. At the same time, they used maneuvers to evade and block the broken rocks at the bottom of their side and the over-powered cannon bombardment from the demon ship.

After the demon ship was activated, although most of the crew members were missing to assist in operation, it was much more flexible as a whole than before. The internal components were connected together in the proliferating gelatinous tissue, forming a tightly interconnected whole.

This is the proliferation of demonic flesh in the physical universe, and it can only be stopped by blasting it back into the warp.

It moved swiftly, like a ferocious beast, and was not to be outdone when facing the green-skinned giant stone. It rammed its protruding scorpion claws and stingers straight into it, piercing its thorns and bones into it, excitedly injecting a sweet and sickening purple mist into it, destroying and exterminating the filthy alien inside.

Yes, Horatio swore that he felt a living thrill in the movement of a ship.

"Quack! Boss! This thing's stuck in!" A fart spirit ran over in a panic, stepped on the guide rail above, making a clicking sound, and finally lost balance and fell down. The green-skinned warrior wearing a captain's hat grabbed his calf in mid-air and hung him upside down.

"What are you panicking about! You useless fart spirit!" With a loud shout, the green-skinned warrior roughly swung the fart spirit around, threw it aside, and then threw away the half of the fart spirit's calf in his hand.

Then, it used its steel gauntlets to violently strike the dented guardrail in front of it, and shouted in a voice that could be heard throughout the entire deck without the need for any speakers:

"Guys! The black shrimp's boat is alive! It's so lively and active! I think those little arms and legs on it can be used as a snack! Jump on it! Stop it, take it apart and roast it! Let this thing know who's the boss!"

"Waaaaagh!!!"

At the call of the greenskin warlord, tens of thousands of greenskins excitedly jumped into the hull of the activated demon ship in the opposite direction, ignoring the horrific scenes inside, and wantonly used manual guns or hacksaws to mess around inside, killing the demons that had just descended into the material universe and the few crew members who had luckily survived.

The organ on the monster screamed, long and sharp like a void whale pierced by a whaling cannon. It used a dragon tail swing to wriggle out of the boulder and rushed towards the other garbage ship participating in the roundup.

The impact was incredibly powerful.

The proliferating gelatinous flesh material softened and shattered the garbage ship's adamantine bow with amazing tenacity, sticking the two ships tightly together.

After turning a light cruiser-sized junk ship into its bow shield, the demon ship began to push it towards other junk ships.

"Boss! What should we do? This thing is more powerful than a huge void whale! We can't control it!"

"Hit its ass hard with your super cannon! Just like kicking the ass of fart monsters and shrimps with your big iron boots! Use your strength!" Seeing that the encirclement formation could not suppress the activated demon ship, the greenskin general immediately mobilized nearby garbage ships equipped with super cannons to bombard the demon ship.

Boom boom!

Shells as big as office buildings were fired from a gigantic cannon that was estimated to be 1 kilometer in diameter and as deep as the mouth of an abyss.

The demon ship travels at a very high speed, and its activated engine heart greedily absorbs the pain of the creatures inside, transforming the intense emotions and tortured souls into surging power energy.

Although the super cannon is extremely powerful, its accuracy is extremely poor.

At a short-range artillery range of three or four hundred kilometers, the miss rate of a salvo can be as much as half.

If it were in the Imperial Navy, this kind of artillery would have been drowned by the warrant officers' saliva.

But this is a greenskin battleship.

Well, looking at it this way, they can achieve an astonishing 50% hit rate with this crudely made super cannon! It's amazing! If it were the Imperial Navy, this super cannon wouldn't be able to fire a single shot.

Because no gun crew would press the firing button of a cannon that did not meet either the design specifications or the artillery drill manual specifications.

But the demon ship was still hit by two super cannons, and the huge demon head on top made a visible, sonic roar.

"I...I really want to...I really want to fuck hard!"

"What?! Fight! The fart spirit?! Fight! The big guy?! Fight! Waaaaaagh!!!"

The greenskins on all the warships affected by the roar were scratching their scalps and shouting.

As psionic creatures, greenskins are also affected by psionic powers.

Although they will not degenerate and mutate like humans, the current impact is enough to make these psychic fungal creations dizzy, crazy, and ignore the already fragile discipline and engage in indiscriminate infighting.

"Seize the opportunity of the greenskins' confusion and fire salvos!" Horatio saw the greenskin fleet being disrupted by the psychic scream of a demon ship and immediately gave the fleet the order to fire salvos.

The entire fleet seized this opportunity and fired rounds of uniform broadside salvos, smashing several junk ships that were entangled by the demon ships into pieces.

The whizzing fine gold shells also cut off several twisted tentacles and exploded several pink and purple heads. The light spears burned the gelatinous flesh and blood, causing it to shrink and blacken, leaving scars.

A particularly thick beam of light streaked across the demon's face, cutting deep charred marks in its shrieking mouth.

The flying sharp metal fragments pierced into the gelatinous flesh of the running demon ship, and the torn wounds spurted out fluorescent spiritual blood.

"Boss! Those stinky shrimps are attacking us from behind!" The big guy on the big rock pointed at the battle line of the Imperial Navy with the monocular telescope seized from the shrimp officer and shouted to his boss. "How dare those stinky shrimps attack us!"

"Tsk!" The general contacted his boss, the greenskin warlord who was still fighting in the inner orbit of the star Farr.

"Boss! Black Shrimp's boat is alive, we need you to help catch it!"

"Kaguk! You're a loser! I gave you half the fleet, and I'm about to win, and you still haven't achieved anything!"

"Achieve nothing?! How dare you say that I have accomplished nothing?" The greenskin general was furious when he heard this.

"How dare you say I have accomplished nothing? If you can do it, do it yourself!!"

"I'm the boss, you have to do whatever I tell you to do! If you can't grab these big shrimp ships today, I'll feed you to my big Squig!"

The greenskin warlord snapped the communication shut.

The green-skinned warrior wearing a captain's hat stood there gritting his teeth, his dilated nostrils spewing out visible white air and making a humming sound like a motor.

"Boss...Boss?" The big guy at the helm called out hesitantly.

"Hey!" The greenskin warrior stopped breathing, his entire body, as huge as a wall, was terrifyingly silent, and then he suddenly laughed evilly.

"Hack into the communications of that big ship of Shrimp!"

(End of this chapter)