Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 410 05.0409: "Gentleman's Agreement"

"Captain!" the one-eyed captain from the communications department suddenly shouted.

"The aliens...sent us an intrusive communication signal, but it was successfully intercepted."

All the officers on the bridge were shocked.

These barbaric and stupid aliens... actually sent us a communication on their own initiative?

Almost instantly, everyone looked at the flagship captain and the fleet commander.

Military Supervisor Carson frowned, and his cold eyes under his wide-brimmed hat swept across the entire bridge, and his hand on the grip of the explosive pistol at his waist tightened.

Horatio also frowned.

Generally speaking, greenskins will not actively communicate with humans.

Unless... there is one possibility, internal strife.

As a time traveler, he has seen the greenskins do this: when the second-in-command in a greenskin team is dissatisfied with the first-in-command, the second-in-command may join forces with humans to kill their boss.

Of course, even if this is true, it is possible that this is a trap set by the cunning greenskins. After all, cunning and meanness are praiseworthy virtues among the greenskins.

Horatio looked at the totemic emblem hanging from the boulder.

He recognized the symbol—the Bloodaxe Clan.

A clan...some of the greenskins are too smart and flexible, even capable of diplomacy and willing to fight as mercenaries for non-greenskin employers.

"I think we could listen to what this ferocious beast is up to," Horatio suggested to the fleet commander, Commodore Peru, on a private channel.

"Relay the signal to the command platform, and everyone else continue to perform their duties." Brigadier General Peru ordered.

"It's being broadcast!"

Soon, a green-faced, fang-toothed, hideous, savage and ferocious creature was projected onto the huge holographic sensor in front of him.

"Hello, little shrimps. In front of you is the great Captain Kaguk! The strongest captain in the history of greenskins is me! Kaguk!" A brutal voice with a heavy accent came from the sound array.

The monster wears a blood-stained Imperial Navy captain's bicorne hat, with the Imperial Navy helm emblem on the hat replaced by a somewhat comical, bulky green leather head sculpture.

One of its large hands ends in a sailing pirate-style grappling hook, and the other wields a navy cutlass-style chopping blade.

"We have kindly given you the opportunity to speak. Cherish it, alien, as you may lose this opportunity at any time." Horatio's face was like a stone sculpture, his eyes were wide open, and his words were powerful and his momentum was no less than that of the alien.

"Hehehe, Xiao Xiami's tone is quite ruthless. I think I can make a deal with you.

How about this, you leave half of your big ship to me, and I will allow you to go back and support the other shrimps near your little mud ball!"

"Dream on! Damn alien, you are a defeated soldier and have no right to negotiate with the Imperial Navy. I will tear your teeth off with my own hands, nail them to your tongue, and pierce them into your eyeballs!"

"What did you say?! Just a small shrimp!" The huge teeth in Kaguk's jaw collided with the iron chin with a crackling sound, and his blood-red eyes were full of brutality.

"Boss! This blue shrimp... seems to be the one that chopped up Boss Karagu and Boss Karaka on the surface!"

"Huh?! Blue Shrimp is sailing! Huh? It seems that Blue Shrimp is indeed sailing. Blue Shrimp is chopping green skins on the ground!"

"Listen to me, alien!
We are the sacred fleet of the great Lord of Mankind, the Imperial Navy. You have invaded the inseparable territory of the Human Empire. I am generous enough to make an exception and give you only one chance!
Kill the heretic in front of you and get out of here! Or die here with the heretic.

Apart from this, our army has no room for negotiation with you!"

Horatio's face was grim, and his tone showed nothing but disgust for the alien beast.

After saying these words that were a final declaration, he raised his hand.

"Macro cannon loaded, ready to fire!"

"Torpedo loading complete! Flag Captain, please give the order!"

"The truth is only within the range of cannons, alien, our fleet is in much better condition than your garbage. Make a decision, get out with your garbage, or die?" Horatio said viciously.

The ferocious beast in front of him was so angry at the legendary blue shrimp that veins bulged on his forehead and his swollen nostrils spewed out hot air like a steam engine.

He growled in his throat, and the sound of grinding his teeth was as if he wanted to swallow the shrimp in front of him into his throat, crush it, and then swallow it, and finally pull it out to fatten the mushroom. "I remember you, shrimp. What's your name?"

"Horatio Cochrane, soldier of the Imperial Navy."

"I'll let you go this time, Cochrane. But next time, I'll chew your bones and take your blue skin to use as a cloak."

"You'd better do it, Alien." Horatio said coldly: "If you don't leave after we finish fighting around Far Star, I will not be polite..."

Communications were interrupted in the hostile and reluctant game, leaving only a crackling electromagnetic noise.

In the void, under the protection of the escort ship rearguard squadron that maintained a high state of alert to prevent sneak attacks, the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet Strike Group once again made a tactical turn.

The Greenskins and Chaos fleets are still entangled together, inseparable.

Almost all of the remaining Chaos warships have been transformed into Daemon Ships belonging to different evil gods, but even so, they are still a temptation to the Greenskins.

As long as they want, they can tear up these growth materials, or use the "Anxunsi" greenskin spores to brainwash and tame these demon ships into a new hatchery like they tamed Skug. In the eyes of the greenskins, even the most shabby things are always valuable.

Taking this opportunity, the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet accelerated towards the orbit of the planet Far.

Horatio explained to the Military Supervisor the necessity and urgency of supporting the planet Farr, as well as his intention to drive away the wolves and devour the tigers and let the two major enemies consume each other without sacrificing a single soldier.

This was grudgingly agreed to by Commissioner Carson, and later, at the suggestion of the Military Supervisor, this little episode was not recorded in any of the navigation logs.

In orbit around the planet Phar.

"Waaaaagh! Boys, burn, kill, and plunder! Don't let anyone go!"

Inspired by the battle cries of the greenskin warlords, the fighting spirit of the greenskin war group reached its highest point.

Thousands of greenskins set out from junk ships and boulders, boarded the modified boarding bays, and smashed into any nearby Imperial vehicles that could be reached.

Cruisers, corvettes, and even orbital defense platforms were not spared.

Unseen by the Astra Militarum, in the blue sky above their heads, the battle was far bloodier than that on the ground.

The fully armed Imperial Navy forces charged head-on with the greenskins who were shouting and fighting fiercely, and collided with each other with roars.

With the pulling of his tangled muscles, the greenskin swung the huge pipe wrench as thick as his thigh with a casual move. If it hit the target, it could knock the two fully armed sailors against the wall and smash their flesh and bones into mud.

With a stomp of his big iron-booted feet, he could crush the boarding team members, who were covered in soft armor and sturdy ceramic-steel alloy armor, into pieces, with their internal organs stuck together into a paste.

The navy's shotgun could also shatter that ugly big face into pieces, and the monomolecular sword bayonet could easily penetrate the greenskin's rubbery flesh, stabbing it from front to back.

There was fierce fighting everywhere and there was no place that could be called safe.

Bloody close combat broke out at every defensive fulcrum, and flesh and blood turned into bullets and fired at both sides of the enemy, until death and destruction descended equally on all living beings.

A four-meter-tall green-skinned warlord, this dark green monster looked triumphantly at the chaotic vortex it had created in the planet's inner orbit.

It surveyed the entire war zone, watching the Imperial Navy's warships fleeing in flames, and the occasional structural explosions on orbital defense platforms.

The four-meter-tall monster looked around, and suddenly, it saw a large disc, which was the star fortress that was continuously firing on the inner orbit.

This disc can fire from all directions and has repelled the siege of several greenskin warships.

That was the star fortress on the planet Fal, a creation of the Iron Warriors. During the Horus Heresy, it played a huge distraction in Perturabo's plan to destroy the Imperial Fists fleet.

Today, this magnificent but dilapidated void fortress is in the hands of the Imperial Navy, guarding the last line of defense leading to the planet Farr.

The green-skinned warlord clicked his big yellow teeth, which were covered with blood and flesh, and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"You, hit me with that big rock! I'm going to push this shrimp rock to the ground, kill the stinky shrimps underneath, and then turn it into a hatching bed for us boys!"

"Let's do it, boss! Wahhhhhhhgh!!!" The big guy's bodyguards on the side excitedly kicked away the fart guy next to them and passed the order to the technicians of all sizes under the big rock.

A huge flying asteroid with a volume of tens of millions of cubic meters, driven by a cluster of engines of different sizes and outputs, rushed towards the star fortress that guarded the last line of defense in orbit of the Imperial Navy.

(End of this chapter)