Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 558 06.0557: "Whisper of the Heart"

After urgently escaping the war, I have been lost in the subspace for so long.

The only good news for the crew was that the captain increased the ration of Grog, raising the alcohol content of each serving by 30%, making the Grog, which was originally mediocre, finally become flavorful.

Drinking as much as they could after receiving their daily ration of alcohol and watching the beautiful Sisters of the Holy Rose preaching were the only happy things for the crew during this period, making them feel that their boring lives had some hope.

The diversity of food on board also boosted the morale of the crew in the warp, and a week was artificially divided into 'seven-day ship week'.

The material reserves received by the Epic from Zhendan can ensure that the crew's food is different every three days even if it is distributed in a way that ensures the maximum endurance.

Delicious pre-made, self-heating foods are mixed with nutritious algae from the ship's hydroponic farms that are considered unpalatable.

——This is the only food source that can be almost unlimited and self-sustaining on the small ships of the Imperial Navy. It tastes like some kind of slimy seaweed and can be cultivated with nutrient-rich wastewater and biomass residues.

The crew members can also happily accept this combination of "a spoonful of braised pork, a spoonful of nutritious algae, a spoonful of rice or a potato".

The thin young man followed the sailors in his group to the ship's church. Normally, he would feel a little better here, but for some reason, he felt an extremely severe headache and nausea when he came here today.

"What's wrong with you?" Sister Arabella, who was training the preaching nuns, saw the absent-minded young man at the end and came forward to ask.

Hearing the question from the pure angel, the young man shuddered, as if waking up from a nightmare.

"No...nothing."

"Please concentrate on your prayers, sir. We are seeking the protection of the Lord of Mankind, and this requires great concentration."

"Sorry... I feel a little unwell." The young man ran out, leaving Sister Arabella, who looked confused, looking at his stumbling back.

In the hammock between the torpedoes, which was filled with the strong odor of sweat and feet, the snoring sounds of a person sleeping soundly could be heard one after another.

But the young crew member's eyes were wide open, and the strange whispers lingering in his ears became clearer and clearer.

He curled up in his hammock, holding his head in his hands to try and block the sound from reaching his ears.

But by doing this, the sound not only did not decrease, but became clearer, as if the drill had bored a hole in his skull and the sound was transmitted directly into his brain.

"Get out... Get out right now..." He whimpered in pain, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a terrible and strange thing appeared in his mind. It was extremely ugly and could not be imagined by human cognition.

"Ah!!!" This horrifying fear startled the young man so much that he trembled all over and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why are you yelling? If you don't sleep, we will sleep too." The guy next to him finally couldn't stand his recent weirdness anymore. After getting off work tired, he got up in a violent mood and kicked the guy off the hammock.

The dazed young man knelt on the wooden board covering the Helios torpedo, and put his hand on his head as if he had lost his soul, and felt a hot red.

That was blood, bright red blood.

It seemed as if something was surging in the blood.

"Sir." A female voice came from the entrance.

The dazed young man immediately turned his head to look at the entrance. Three fully armed and helmeted pure angels walked over, one in front and two behind.

"You seem a little absent-minded recently. We need to check your faith issues routinely. This is our duty." Sister Arabella said in a serious tone, "Are you injured?"

When she saw the blood on the young man's forehead, her serious tone relaxed slightly.

"Hold... I'm sorry."

"Please don't move. We will help you deal with it."

After a simple disinfection and bandage, the young man sat back in the hammock.

"We have noticed that you have been acting a little abnormal recently. Perhaps it is related to your injury. But we hope that next time, you can stay in the church on time and devoutly to fulfill your devotion to the Emperor. Lack of faith is also a serious crime!" Her serious voice announced through the sound array.

"Yes...Sister."

"We are here to inform you. Since you already know, we have completed our mission. If you are distracted like this again next time, we will punish you. If you feel unwell, please talk to Sister Holy Rose or the ship's doctor in time, but physical pain is not enough to be a reason to waver in your faith."

"I...I understand." Looking at the backs of the Pure Angels leaving, the young man's face flushed slightly.

In the following days, he did follow his team members to the church on time to receive sermons from the Sisters of the Holy Rosary. He always stood at the back, looking up at Sister Arabella on the pulpit.

It's like looking up at the stars in the sky.

That did bring some relief to the horrible whispers.

But the situation soon changed again. "The wound is almost healed, and there is no risk of infection." Arabella checked the wound on the young crew member's head, removed the bandage, and replaced it with a new clean gauze.

"Sister Sister, I..." He blushed and stuttered for a long time.

"Arabella," Judge Diana called.

"I'm here, sis."

"Go check on the status of the Captain's offspring."

"Okay, I'll go right away." She put away the medicine box, nodded slightly, and left the infirmary immediately.

The young crew member swallowed what he wanted to say.

Before the break was over, he went to the alternate officer's lounge that the captain had specially opened to the crew, hoping to play some marbles to kill time.

"Really, Captain? That's really interesting. Is there such a beautiful place in Abyss Harbor?"

In the corridor, he suddenly heard a familiar female voice, and then a male voice that was not unfamiliar, but even more familiar.

"Yeah, I really hope we can get out of the subspace soon. I'll take you there sometime in the future."

Sister Arabella, who was wearing silver armor, took off her helmet for the first time. With her beautiful short black hair, she boarded the elevator, chatting and laughing with the captain.

What attracted the most attention was that the captain held her hand, a slender white hand without silver gauntlet.

If you think about it carefully, the behavior of these two people is even a little too intimate.

The young crew members were stunned, watching the revered captain holding Sister Arabella's hand, standing on the elevator together and slowly disappearing from their sight.

"You made a mistake again! You idiot!" The hot-tempered old man who kicked him off the bed hit him on the head with a wrench and followed up with a few punches.

"Your mistake will result in our entire team being punished! What on earth are you thinking about every day, you bastard?"

The young crew member said nothing, his pupils trembling in his bloodshot eyes.

For some reason, ever since he saw that scene last time, his mind was filled with the image of the captain and Sister Arabella having fun on the bed.

This made him feel extremely painful, distracted and tormented.

"Woo, woo, woo, Sister Arabella..."

"Fuck it, just dream your erotic dream!" The man kicked him again.

"I'm telling you, if you make a mistake again next time, we'll punish you. Bah!"

after a few days.

The boatswain called the entire team over and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You are the maintenance team for this section! Look at your maintenance! This nut has been screwed off! Are you blind to have it twisted like this? This is a small problem! But when a small problem becomes a big problem, it will be too late!"

"Onboard time, all Gregg's wine rations for the week are cancelled! If you are found to have this problem again, you will be taken to the Military Supervisory Committee! Disband!"

In a dimly lit corner with no armed sailors standing guard.

"Damn it! It's all your fault, you loser! A loser with a head full of pornographic garbage, a male dog in estrus during puberty! You're the one who caused us all to be punished!"

"Did you see that wretched monkey look of yours curled up on the hammock while you were playing glue? We usually turn a blind eye to you and just treat you for fun. We didn't really do anything to you, and you treat us like this!"

"You are a disgrace to the Imperial Navy."

Sailors from a team took turns kicking him to the ground and beating him with fists and kicks.

'I hate you and I will take revenge. Sister Arabella is mine...'

It was another shift day after day, and the crew had no idea how long they had been in the warp.

Tired and dully, they went to their workstations under the supervision of armed sailors.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

"What happened?"

The burst pipe pierced half of the man's face at an angle. He leaned against the wall with half of his brain pierced by the pipe fragments.

“Someone’s dead!”

(End of this chapter)