Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 556 06.0555: "Horace Cochrane"

"Commander! Subspace rift detected! The enemy is disengaging!"

"This is impossible. Our intelligence clearly shows that these attack ships do not have any jumping capabilities. How could this be possible!" The Fire Caste commander was stunned.

"Commander! The enemy fleet is approaching our fleet at full speed, with an estimated number of 15 ships!!"

"Retreat! Make a jump! Report to the council, our mission has failed, the bloodthirsty wolf king escaped our pursuit and his whereabouts are unknown. He may appear anywhere, including behind us..." The commander of the secret exchange pinched four fingers together and angrily smashed them on the edge of the control panel.

9 minute later.

"A subspace rift appeared here not long ago." The navigator used the eyes on his head to detect the residual subspace energy in this airspace.

The subspace energy will gradually dissipate from the real world after the rift closes, but the remnants will always leave traces, ethereal and illusory.

"Sir, we are late... Lieutenant Colonel Cochran has already made an emergency withdrawal, and we have lost contact with him."

"Report to the Operations General Staff immediately. We have lost all contact with the experimental ship Bayonet-class Epic. Inform the Military Intelligence Command that we must find the whereabouts of Speyer's only bloodline at all costs! Quick!"

After the officers returned to their posts, Captain Elphinstone wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, sat down on the command throne with weak legs, and gasped with lingering fear.

Not only the blood descendants of this legendary admiral were missing, but his only daughter Lina was also on the battleship.

Although the situation is not as hopeless as if it were destroyed, it is still enough to make people sweat.

But anyway, hope they are okay.

"Captain! We have advanced into the turbulence of the warp!!"

"Hold on! Everyone, we are His Holy Imperial Navy and must overcome these trivial difficulties. Everyone stay at your posts until everything calms down!"

"A large obstacle is detected heading towards us from the right front!"

"Avoid! Avoid quickly! Lower the elevator immediately, make emergency avoidance!"

Amidst the strange and unsettling whirring, a huge roar scraped across the top of the Epic.

Every deck of the battleship seemed to be shaking.

Because the portholes were closed with isolation roller shutters, the officers and soldiers of the Epic had no idea what was happening outside.

"5.3 kilometers in length..." Henry Harvey used the auspicious instrument on the ship's outer hull to detect the large object that had just passed by the top. "The appearance matches that of a standard Moon-class cruiser. The inscription on it is... Guardian of something? What a common name."

"Nothing in the warp is surprising. It doesn't matter. God-Emperor is above, may those who are lost find the right direction. As for us, we hope that the Crosby family can take us out. Archie!"

"Yes, Captain."

"Help me, Farida has given birth, I'll go check on her."

Horatio strode toward the elevator, and Military Supervisor Carson, who was replacing Farida, nodded to him slightly and pulled his wide-brimmed hat down.

As the captain, Horatio also saluted to the experienced military supervisor.

"Captain." The guards in the corridor saluted with their guns when they saw Horatio coming.

In the warp, a layer of mist like gauze loomed in the deck cabin. Sometimes it was purple, sometimes blue, sometimes green, and sometimes red. Sometimes it was even golden. Horatio had seen it when he was an officer on the Indefatigable. This was a common situation in the turbulence of the warp - even the Geller force field could not completely isolate the power of the warp.

"Thank you for your hard work. How are the children and Farida?"

"Honey, I'm fine." Farida was very weak. She had just given birth and was very tired. She was sweating all over. Her golden hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her face and body.

Even so, she smiled with deep emotion when she saw Horatio approaching.

"Mother and child are safe, Captain." Sister Arabella forced a smile despite her fatigue and said, "This is no longer something that can be described as luck. It must be the omniscient and omnipotent Emperor who has bestowed his great power to protect your lover and your child."

At this time, there were only her and two medical sisters in the cabin. The court officer simply treated the wound on her head and took the other sisters to the ship's church to preach and stabilize the power of faith.

"Thank you for your hard work, Arabella. Thank you too, Farida, the mother of our children."

Horatio took the clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her head.

"We are in the subspace now, so the child cannot be taken out directly." Farida explained in a weak voice.

"The child is not untouchable, Captain. He is a normal, healthy boy." Arabella guided Horatio to the incubator.

A healthy, active baby boy lies in the incubator, with two medical sisters praying nearby.

His eyes were a beautiful emerald color, the same color that Horatio and Farida inherited.

Her hair is a noble golden color inherited from her mother's genes.

The child saw Horatio, laughing and dancing in the cabin.

"My dear," Farida called affectionately, "I want our child to have the same name as you."

"Horatio?"

"Horace. Horace Cochrane."

"Of course, no problem, dear. I also hope that this child can inherit my legacy and become a hero of the Imperial Navy."

Horatio, with a dazed yet uncontrollable look on his face, clasped his fingers and knocked on the incubator. The child inside smiled even more brightly and stretched out his hands to grab his father.

"It's a pity that our child was not born on the ground under the warm sunshine. He should sleep on a softer and warmer white bed, hug a lovely pillow, enjoy comfort and tranquility, and be served by a dozen servants."

"There is nothing to be sad about. For the future legend of the Imperial Navy, not being born in a warm bed on the ground and being pampered in the arms of a maid every day will not destroy him.

Let emptiness be the starting point of his life.

Perhaps being born in the void is his destiny. I believe that he will become an outstanding captain of the Imperial Navy in the future."

Horatio did not feel any regret for the treatment of his eldest son at this moment. Instead, he regarded this as the starting point of his eldest son's life.

He teased his child. Little Horace was very lively. While other babies were crying loudly, he was full of curiosity about his surroundings and danced with joy.

"If he is also destined to serve the God-Emperor in the void, then let it start now."

(The prototype of the character Little Ho is Rear Admiral Horace Hood, commander of the 3rd Battle Patrol Squadron of the Royal Navy during World War I.)
(End of this chapter)