Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 501 06.0500: "The Strategy of Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain"

At the docking station on the right side of the pilgrimage ship
"Kill!"

The crew members who rushed out of the Epic were armed with sailor knives, naval spears, sword bayonets inserted on naval rifles, and fierce demolition axes, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the young Kroots who were armed with war clubs.

However, the adult and middle-aged species nearby are retreating.

Horatio noticed this situation and became more alert.

He began to hope that Brother Korchagin could provide him with early warning so that he would know what cunning tactical plans these remnants of the Kroot were planning to implement.

"Kill!"

Old man Qiao's youngest son was no longer timid as he was at the beginning, and was gradually infected by the excitement of pursuing victory.

He followed his brother holding a naval spear and rushed towards these hideous aliens. He was no longer afraid, but was filled with passion to fight bravely. He also wanted to share a piece of the bounty, and it would be best if he could get some commendation from the captain.

However, the sailors were irregular armed forces after all, and they fought bravely, but their fighting style was still relatively conservative. When fighting, they would only keep a safe distance from the Kroots and slap and stab each other with the weapons in their hands.

Only the real sailors and boarding crew members attacked with all their might and without reservation, fighting bravely with the aliens.

The sailors, who could only maintain the battle line, watched the enemy's battle line being disrupted by the sailors and boarding team members, and rushed forward as well, relying on their numbers to hack the aliens to death.

Under this offensive rhythm, a team of boarding team members picked up shotguns and rushed to the vicinity of the sailor group where old man Joe and his two sons were mixed, and sprayed the Kroot people indiscriminately.

The huge bullets flew across the sky, causing the aliens' flesh and blood to splatter. The blue-green scales and hair were densely embedded with bullets, making the already ugly and disgusting bodies even more hateful and even more disgusting.

Under the fierce and vicious firepower of the boarding team members, the Kroot's flank was directly destroyed.

The sailors shouted loudly, making a shout even louder than the Kroots, and rushed forward.

Of course, Old Man Qiao and his two sons would not miss the opportunity to make money.

"Go, go, go! Pick up the money!"

He patted his two sons on the back, his eyes wide open, staring at the Kroot people who were showing signs of defeat.

The eldest son raised his naval spear, took a step forward, shouted, stood out from the crowd, and made a fierce stab, pushing the sharp spear head into the abdomen of a Kroot.

"Gah!" the Kroot screamed, grabbing his spear with his sticky hands.

"Ha!" The eldest son exerted more strength and thrust the entire leaf-shaped spear tip in. The sharp spear head wrapped in flesh and blood left a dent under the skin of the Kroot man's back. As the force grew, the tip tore through the skin at the back that was as tough as frog skin and pushed the spear head out.

Seeing that his eldest brother had made money, the youngest son shouted loudly and bent over to squeeze forward between people's legs.

Suddenly, the youngest son who was squeezed to the front under the legs of the people was stunned. A young Kroot man opposite was pushed to the ground. The two who were also crawling looked at each other in bewilderment. He clearly saw the appearance of this alien.

It is almost identical to the mutant water ghost in the legend of the Bottom Nest that grabs people and drowns them in the water - pointed fins, yellow webbed feet, and jagged, three-layered, interlaced fangs and sharp teeth.

"Ah!" The youngest son shuddered and cried out in panic.

But people's eyes were fixed on the enemies in front of them, and no one paid attention to what was happening under their feet. The fallen Kroot people were often trampled to death.

However, during the interval between the clash of the long-handled weapons of both sides, one alien managed to avoid being crushed to death by countless powerful feet.

Seeing that the young human was showing weakness, the young Kroot spread out the fins on his head, back, and arms to make himself look bigger and more threatening, and then let out a terrible cry.

While threatening, it also pulled out the Krut dagger from its waist and rushed straight towards old man Joe's youngest son.

"Ah!" The young boy from Xiachao, who had not seen much, was frightened out of his wits, his nose started running, and he sat down on the ground.

"Ahhhhh!" At a loss as to what to do, he closed his eyes and yelled, raising the sailor knife in both hands and stabbing forward randomly.

puff!

The feedback from the feeling made him instinctively judge that the blade was blocked, and then it pierced something like cutting butter.

With the continuous pulling, a sticky but unexpectedly warm liquid splashed onto his face.

The youngest son with a mohawk slowly opened his eyes.

The Kroot man was hanging on his sailor knife and was stabbed through.

The webbed hand that had been gripping the Kroot dagger slowly loosened its grip, and the weapon fell to the ground with a clatter.

The younger son blinked his eyes rapidly and tried several times with trembling hands before he kicked the body away from him. Finally, he grabbed the sailor knife and pulled it out of the body.

"I killed the alien..." He came to his senses after being in a trance, and shouted ecstatically: "I made money! Hahaha, I made money! I made money!"

It was his first pot of gold in life, and it was a bounty from the Imperial Navy, which made him very happy.

In line with the scrap-picking mentality of never leaving the middle and lower nests empty-handed, Old Man Joe's youngest son happily collected the dagger of the Kroot he had killed as a trophy and kept it as a souvenir.

After all, the weapons issued have to be taken back after the battle is over.

The troops that rushed out of the Epic have already occupied an advantageous position around the landing port. Without the support of the middle-aged and adult species, the young species are no match for these crew members who are the best in equipment and training.

Armed forces from the Epic rushed out to chase the retreating Kroot.

As they chased, a red-marked path appeared in their field of vision. While they were hesitating, the officers shouted to them, "Everyone go this way! Don't split up! Sailors, row 11, guard the docking port! Everyone else, follow me up the left side bridge!"
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The cathedral in this pilgrimage ship is built magnificently and tall, with a height of 335 meters from the dome to the white marble floor tiles.

Each buttress was meticulously carved, and the stone used was pure white, just like the Empire's belief in the God-Emperor. But now, blood was splattered in the once solemn and dignified hall, and thick black human blood was splattered on the pure white marble and slowly flowed down.

Blood is dripping from the statue of Our Lady of Arabella.

Her step-sisters defended the glory of her cause with their lives and blood, and used their fragile bodies to block the death brought by pulse guns amid the sonata of chainsaws and explosive bombs.

Now, her saint has come to this killing field. Can the nuns on the verge of failure hold on to the surviving lambs?
"Imperial Navy, fulfill your sacred duty! Destroy the aliens!" Horatio shouted, wielding his chainsword, giving orders and killing enemies on the front line.

The shield guards and demolition axemen beside him followed the captain's steps, roared, pounced on the groups of aliens, and rushed into the bloody battle.

"Three lines! Block them!" Seizing the opportunity when Horatio broke through head-on, Farida brandished the power sword, shouted in a loud voice, and led the sailors to form a battle line with the remaining battle nuns at the front.

This mixed force stood in three rows.

At the command, the first row knelt on one knee, and the back two rows interlaced their gun lines, extending their densely packed gun muzzles.

"Open fire! Suppressive fire!"

Bang bang bang!
The sounds of pulse incendiaries and Godwin-Diaz's bolters mingled together, firing so hard that the ejected bolt shells jingled on the marble tiles.

The Holy Roses sang hymns in unison while shooting.

The golden power of faith gathered into a beam of golden light in front of the tall statue of the Emperor in the cathedral, attaching to all the people on the front line.

'Shield of Faith', a psychic defense method based on the power of faith and given by the Emperor, at least that's what they claim.

Although it sounds and looks mysterious, the nuns really do recite scriptures and sing hymns on the battlefield, and this method can really play a defensive role.

A boarding team member was hit by the alien's pulse rifle. Just as he was prepared to face the severe pain, he was surprised to find that the alien's shooting only left a mark of energy impact on the void armor, and did not actually harm his body.

(The power of the Emperor, boy!)

"May the Emperor bless you! May the Emperor bless you!" After a brief moment of confusion, the boarding team member immediately shouted excitedly, took a look at the statue of the Emperor, began to sing hymns like the nuns, and then mustered up his energy to continue firing.

Under the blessing of the power of the Lord of Mankind, everyone believed that they would be able to defeat these abominable man-eating aliens under His watchful eye.

However, based on his own experience as a time traveler, Horatio concluded that the scene before him might not be the Emperor's manifestation.

Because at this time, the Emperor has become an unstable psychic power core between the real universe and the Supreme Heaven.

At the same time, the psychic power he had accumulated was consciously contained or unconsciously preserved by the Inquisition, the State Church, the Sisters, and other forces.

Similar to the formation of machine souls, statues and holy objects that have the same religious image and have been receiving prayers for a long time will also accumulate the spiritual power of believers - that is, the power of faith of the God-Emperor.

He looked at the tall, majestic, and shining statue of the Emperor in the center of the cathedral.

Regardless, the icons do possess the Emperor's psychic powers and a mysterious 'power of faith' that can be used effectively by the Sisters.

Chanting scriptures is also one of the ways to activate it.

Of course, this is just Horatio's reasonable speculation.

Because in this world filled with monsters and the power of the subspace, everything is uncertain. Even if the yellow-skinned man really appeared in front of him, he might be surprised, but he would not feel strange or incredible.

After holding the front, Sister Arabella immediately organized the sisters of the non-combat lodge to rescue the wounded and retreat.

Horatio's wings were fighting all around, Louise occupied the commanding heights, and the gunners among the boarding team carried heavy bolters and set up them on the high railings of the pulpit.

"Heavy weapons gunner, concentrate fire on the entrance of Corridor No. 2 on the right!" Louise glanced at the battlefield, then quickly and forcefully swung her arms toward the designated target.

"Yes, sir! Load ammunition!" The gunner shouted and pulled the rear bolt receiver. Two boarding team members slid to the gunner with ammunition boxes in their hands, opened the boxes, pulled out the ammunition belt from it and stuffed it into the bolt.

"Loading complete!" shouted the assistant gunner.

The shooter pulled the bolt to load the gun.

Bang bang bang!
As a burst of flames burst out from the muzzle of the gun, a rain of refined golden fire rushed straight towards the bloodthirsty alien below.

The battered Kroot used their sharp claws and all four limbs to climb the wall like gargoyles, trying to sneak attack the heavy firepower points on the high ground from the side.

boom!
One of them was about to pounce from the dome towards the firing point when he was shot in half by a precise laser in mid-air, and the pieces of his body fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Well done, Sergeant." Thei was observing the battle situation with a small tactical binoculars on the high chanting platform. He scanned the shot down targets and couldn't help but say something on the communication channel.

As a fledgling alien inquisitor, this talented and experienced girl has learned the habits of various Kroot people from countless teaching methods.

These water-dwelling Kroot are adept at attacking underwater, and their sharp claws allow them to climb like spiders.

Thei looked at the positions of the others and quickly determined his role as the leader of Valina's team - roaming support, responsible for ensuring that the others would not be attacked from the flanks or overhead.

After the firepower network was established and began to output stably, Horatio ordered the melee troops to retreat so as not to block the gun line, while he used the powerful ability given to him by Iron Hand to cover their retreat.

At this time, he had already discovered something was wrong.

[If Chief Krut wanted to retreat to the inner side to regroup and launch a general attack on the cathedral, he should have arrived by now. Why is the offensive momentum of these adults still weakening?]
Just when he felt something was wrong, he received an encrypted signal from Brother Korchagin.

(End of this chapter)