Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 499 06.0498: "Boarding battle! Go ahead!"

"Sir, the Epic is docking with the Pilgrim! The armed crew is ready at the docking station."

The helmsman reported to the first mate Collingwood.

Archie had already put on his Hell's Edge power armor. He stayed on the command bridge, looking out the Gothic porthole at the docking situation.

Inside the Epic, fully armed crew members were waiting near the docking port.

The armed sailors and boarding team members stood in the first row, kneeling in one row and standing in the second row under the sergeant's order. Some lucky ones or those with excellent marksmanship were given captured pulse rifles and pulse carbines. Most people were still equipped with laser guns, but they were well-maintained high-quality laser guns and monomolecular sword bayonets that could cut through iron like mud.

Behind the sailors were crew members who had just put on breastplates. They had different weapons, some holding laser carbines, others holding laser pistols and sailor knives. It was a mess, and they looked like a mob.

But anyone who underestimates their fighting power will pay the price!
——They were fed with Horatio's special meals and became fat and strong. Having grown up in similar environments in the middle and lower nests, they knew very well what was handy, what was easy to use, and what could help them survive and kill the enemy in the boarding battle to the greatest extent.

Not to mention that the equipment of these 'rabble' were all high-quality or finely crafted equipment that Horatio had picked out from the forging enclave of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Docking complete." The operator scanned the flashing runes on the screen, and her voice was broadcast through the array, echoing above the docking bay.

Well! Well! Well!
Three alarms sounded, and with the superb steering skills of the helmsman on the command bridge, the Epic anchored steadily and accurately at the docking port on the rear side of the pilgrimage ship.

laugh! ——

The high-temperature hydraulic steam was discharged through the exhaust port with excess heat, and the armored door designed for boarding the ship slowly opened with a dull thud as the red light flashed.

"Raise your guns!" Leidos had a red ribbon wrapped around his waist, symbolizing an armed forces officer. His pair of metal hands held a power saber in one hand and a naval bolter in the other.

At the command, the sailors raised their laser guns with sword bayonets, and the gleaming white bayonets were extremely cold.

"Hey, Jack, let's see who can blow off more heads? Just like we did when we were serving in the Astra Militarum." A sailor who was aiming said to a 'new' enlisted corporal next to him.

As the Empire's largest armed force, the Astra Militarum is numerous, and not every world's Astra Militarum will encounter any earth-shattering apocalyptic-level battles during their service.

In addition, the service period in each world is almost different, so with such a huge base, there are quite a few people who can survive until retirement.

These demobilized Astra Militarum soldiers stationed in port cities are highly sought after by Imperial Navy recruiters.

——They are often loyal enough and have rich combat skills and experience. After only a short period of cross-service training and then changing into the equipment of the Imperial Navy, they can become an excellent armed sailor and directly join the army as a corporal.

"How much bet?"

"One hundred thousand."

“This is not a small amount of money.”

"The captain said that a head is worth 10,000 yuan. As long as you kill enough, you can afford the bet. But the premise is that you don't get injured before killing ten."

"Then I'll gamble with the death pension from the Navy."

The two sailors laughed at the same time.

The hatch was fully opened and the steam and smoke dissipated.

What the sailors saw was a group of Kroot in panic and confusion.

"Prepare!"

These barbaric minions were not as well-trained as the Tau Fire Warriors. They were frightened by the sudden attack and had no idea what was happening.

"Fire!" Leidos immediately swung his knife.

Bright and clear!
Hundreds of red-hot laser beams pierced through the steam mist and shot towards the surprised Kroot who were preparing to fight back.

puff!
The laser shot through the head of one of the howling Kroots, and the part above the upper jaw disappeared in an instant. On the marble white wall of the pilgrim ship not far away, orange-yellow blood flowed slowly, like snot or pus, which was very disgusting.

"The first one." The sailor who proposed the bet snorted and laughed.

Then he turned the gun and pointed it at the next one.

The fierce shooting knocked down all the Kroot who were blocking the way in front of the sailor line, and suppressed the gunmen who tried to shoot.

These ugly water ghosts scattered from the open area and ran towards the inner bulkhead.

"charge!"

"Long live the Divine Emperor!!!" At the officer's command, the sailors who were kneeling and shooting stood up, raised their bayonets and moved forward, issuing a uniform war cry.

This cry was like a wave, spreading from front to back, layer by layer.

"Hurry! Shout! Shout!" Old man Joe nudged his little son with his protective elbow.

"Uh... God... Long live the Emperor of God!" This kid who grew up struggling in the Lower Nest shouted out this slogan that was strange yet very familiar to humans.

"Charge!" After the boarding team members and armed sailors in the front row picked up bayonets, demolition axes, and power gloves and launched an unstoppable charge, the sailors in the back row also waved sailor daggers, naval spears and other weapons, following their comrades in the front row and poured into the pilgrimage ship like a surging wave.

When they passed through the long connecting corridor and fought their way into the pilgrimage ship, the Kroot people, who had stopped retreating under the command of the Kroot shaman, were about to turn around and raise their guns.

"Kill these humans quickly! Otherwise we will be the ones to die today!" the shaman shouted. He had realized that the situation was not good, and waved the sacrificial double-headed staff, driving the tribe to fight for survival.

Bang bang bang!
A random burst of pulse gunfire.

Several leading naval officers and soldiers fell to the ground during the charging, but this did not stop the momentum of the attack, and those behind them stepped over the casualties and continued to charge.

They knew very well that if they hesitated in the open space they would become sitting ducks.

"Oh! Dad! Someone's dead!" When old man Joe's youngest son saw the dead man falling to the ground after the ion beam pierced his spine like butter, he shouted in panic and hurriedly stepped over the corpse.

"Don't worry about it! Follow your eldest brother!" Old man Qiao pushed his youngest son forward and rushed straight from the open area to the marble columns.

See the Kroot trying to rally for a counterattack.

"Sailors! Guns up!"

A row of charging sailors immediately stood still under the orders of the officers, facing the oncoming pulsed ion beam.

"Aim! Fire!"

At the command, they raised their guns skillfully and fired a round of uniform and overwhelming fire at the Kroot people who were lying on the statue of the Angel of Death and looking down at them.

"Gah!!"

The Kroots who were shot were falling from both sides in front, with black smoke or some liquid coming out of their bodies and emitting a pungent stench.

"Check bayonets, charge!" After eliminating the threat from high above, the officers took the lead and led the sailors to rush towards the Kroots who were retreating while making sporadic counterattacks.

Archie rushed to the base of the sculpture in one step. The Krut Shaman raised his stick to hit the aggressive attacker, but Archie raised his hand to block with his sword, and the power sword took the opportunity to accumulate energy.

As the two fought back and forth, he used the guard of his saber to block the sharp end of the double-headed war stick, turned his hand around, picked up the naval officer's bolt pistol in his left hand, and pulled the trigger at the head of the Kroot priest.

boom!
Due to the close distance, the Magnum-caliber bomb did not explode after entering the Shaman's eye socket, but flew straight out and hit a Kroot who jumped from a high place to avoid the laser gun line, blowing the water ghost's spine into pieces.

"Gah! Die! Die! Human!" The Kroot Shaman, whose eye was blown out, screamed and tried to attack with the fins with poisonous stings on his arms.

Archie kicked the alien's raised kneecap with his iron boot, and with a click, it fell to its knees.

"It is you who are going to die! Alien! In the name of the God-Emperor!"

With a swish sound, lightning flashed by.

Puff, puff.

The ugly head with a feather crown rolled down from the feet of the tall statue of the Angel of Death and rolled on the broken marble tile floor.

On weekdays, Horatio focused on light weapons training for officers and crew members, and required them to be proficient in the use of all melee weapons such as sailor knives, naval spears, bayonets and demolition axes.

The actual combat effectiveness of the Kroot is not weak, and is even a bit stronger than the normal imperial mortal troops.

However, their morale was low after the mother ship was blown up, and they were outnumbered in this area within the ship. In contrast, Horatio's naval officers and soldiers were in full swing.

The survival instinct of living things will make them choose to retreat and escape when facing an inferior and fiercely attacking enemy.

"Go! Kill all these aliens!" Archie swung his sword directly at these hateful aliens and shouted loudly.

Seeing the first lieutenant so bravely and beheading the enemy leader in person, this heroic scene greatly boosted the morale of the crew.

A large group of crew members howled and rushed forward with their swords to attack the aliens.

They hacked at the neck, cut off the head, and then hung the Kroot head around their waists with a cable through the eyes.

This horrific act even frightened the already barbaric Kroot people.

They feed on the flesh and blood of all things, at least to satisfy their appetite.

But I never thought that these humans would actually cut off heads and hang them on their bodies as decorations.

They looked at their compatriots' heads with ropes pierced through their eyes, and they were so scared that they fled in all directions into the deeper cabins.

Of course, some people may question: Will chopping off the head really not attract the attention of Khorne?

Well, this is a pilgrimage ship that has the faith of millions of fanatics. There are statues of the Angel of Death and the Lord of Mankind everywhere. If it can still be corrupted here, it can only be said that it is too much of a disrespect for the Lord of Mankind's power. The skull is also a symbol of the empire! - Notes from the clerk.

But in fact, many people who firmly serve the Empire in the name of the Emperor have been harmed. As early as the Underground War of Calth, there were records that Chaos would even simulate the Emperor's domain in the illusion, and at the beginning, let the affected people escape to the Emperor's Golden Temple in the hellish Chaos illusion to avoid pain. After repeated attempts, it finally revealed its evil nature, completely manipulated the victims, and cooperated with the raids of the Word Bearers wizards. - Notes from the Military Supervisor of the Court of Documents.

(End of this chapter)