Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 571 06.0570: "I want to make a deal with you"

The flagship of the Foresight Fleet, the Pledge of Survival.

"'Torchstar'!" Farsight's four-fingered palm tightly grasped the edge of the tactical holographic table, and the unique amber pupils of the Tau people reflected the swarming greenskin fleet.

A red afterimage suddenly passed through the metal dome, and a Titanium girl wearing a tight-fitting operating suit with fire patterns flipped over and jumped down from the second-floor observation platform.

The oxygen supply tube of the combat suit wrapped around her waist floated like a flame tail in the weightlessness, and when it landed accurately beside the commander, it caused a ripple of blue light on the tactical panel.

"Commander O. Shawa, Torch Star is at your command." The girl drew a flame totem salute with her fingertips on her forehead, and the leaping photon tattoo on her neck dyed the entire bridge a vibrant orange-red - this was Torch Star, the youngest elite warrior among the Eight Heroes.

The twin-linked Skyburner flamethrowers equipped on its XV8 Crisis combat suit once created a legend of burning three thousand orcs in the Battle of the Seven Star Systems.

She is agile, light and flexible.

In fact, as she showed, she was the youngest member of the Visionary Eight.

If Horatio saw her, he would certainly recognize her name.

Because he is a Tau defector and the youngest member of the team.

This energetic chuunibyou with flame tattoos loves to drive her XV8 combat suit equipped with dual flamethrowers and a pair of marking drones into battle. She likes to burn all invading enemies with flames. She is "hot" in every sense of the word.

But more importantly, she has a ton of Sett images on the Warhammer fan site!!!
Even Horatio had seen quite a few before he came to this world. Of course, they were all posted by group friends.

"Activate global defense protocol."

Farsighted's baton slammed heavily on the deck. "All airspace units form a circular array to cover the evacuation of the immigrant fleet. At the same time, summon the armed forces and prepare for a counterattack. We must protect our people today no matter what. This time, we will never give in again!"

"Yes, sir!" Ju Xing moved to the fleet command console, and his slender fingertips drew a fiery trajectory on the tactical panel, and the combat fleet formation changed accordingly.

The railgun arrays of twenty-five large and small warships began to charge, and dark blue arcs formed a network of death in the vacuum.

In the deep space of the universe, six orc garbage ships transformed from asteroids are spewing flames.

These steel behemoths are more than ten kilometers long, and their bows are grinning beast heads made of thirty-meter-thick pure gold.

When the rusty transmission began to roar and the spiky metal jaws clenched, the sparks formed a brief combustion spectacle in the vacuum.

"Waaaagh!!!" The war cry that came through the invasion communication of my thinking power made the Titan people's auditory organs sting.

The stern of the huge garbage ship spewed out hot flames emitting thick smoke, and its hideous mouth began to open and close along with the rough but reliable transmission structure inside, as if it wanted to bite everything that blocked its way into fragmented empty debris.

What is even more frightening is that there are more than one junk ships of this size, a total of five or six rushing together, which is a huge threat to any opponent.

"Fire!" With Farsight's order, the first round of railgun salvos was launched.

The azure magnetic rail barrage penetrated the eye sockets of the beast head and blasted many molten gaps on the metal faces of three of the garbage ships.

However, these monster warships continued to charge despite the damage, and new scraps were constantly filling the gaps in the pierced fine gold.

call out! puff!
The ferocious orc's face was pierced by the railgun like a piece of parchment, bursting out with golden and blue flames.

They were still moving forward without slowing down, and the huge golden faces that were pierced became even more terrifying and horrifying because of the damage.

Although this seemingly fierce salvo can effectively penetrate the large platinum face of the garbage ship's bow, the projectiles are not charged, so the aftereffect is obviously smaller than the macro cannon of the Imperial battleship. However, with the blessing of my power of thinking, the Orcs' battleships have excellent structural damage resistance.

Dealing with such thick-skinned enemies has always been the weakness of the Tau people.

"Little guys! Show them what I'm capable of!" The greenskin captain roared with his huge mouth covered with yellow spots, spitting everywhere, and his big hooked iron hand hit the rough and dented fence with a deafening sound.

"Ho! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Ah! Hoo!"

The green-skinned beasts and farts were "fully armed" with a variety of weapons. Due to long-term plundering and fighting on the Tau front, they even had patched-up pulse weapons.

These powerful weapons that even senior technical priests had to study carefully before they could replicate were actually made possible by the technical boy's thinking. He collected the weapons that were broken into three pieces, the pulse transmission tubes that were damaged, and the power supply lines that were broken, and connected them with iron sheets or even wrapped them with tape. Of course, the greenskins have a broader definition of "usable". Perhaps for the puzzled technical priests, these weapons in their hands are more valuable for research.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Pipes shaped like organ trumpets are arranged around the periphery of the garbage ship, spewing out rows of garbage balls filled with greenskins and spores.

These garbage balls were precisely the airdrop capsules used to launch the Orc Commandos, pouring down on the Farsight Fleet like a metallic rainstorm.

"WAAAGH!!! Hey! Brother Gao and Brother Mao are two really awesome stupid gods!

Listen to the shiny, killer, booming baby made by your best craftsman!
Smash the shrimp sparks! Burn up the pointy-eared Squiggle oil!

Swinging the oil-covered power claws to tear through the air, sparks ignited three barrels of mushroom beer mixed with tooth fragments!
The fuel of war is flowing! The gears are gnawing!
Make the engine run faster than a Squiggle on fire! And louder than the Fart Machete Chorus!

The engine's big mechanic wielded a pipe wrench and slammed the reactor shell with a rusty wrench. The arc of electricity illuminated the mechanic's smiling face with three missing fangs: "If it doesn't work, I'll beat up your favorite war boss! If it works, reward me with explosive guns and cannons to make me die!"

Finally, he stuffed the entire mutant goblin into the exhaust pipe as a sacrifice, and the mushroom spore smoke condensed into the shadows of two gods laughing wildly in the moonlight.

The garbage ship suddenly burst into intense flames with a yellow-green tail flame.

The ferocious mouth rushed towards a red merchant-class cruiser, and the huge metal jaw instantly "bite" the long light cruiser-class cargo ship in the middle, and bits of debris flew out from the broken mouth and drifted into the distant darkness.

"We've lost the Zvezda!"

The sudden acceleration of the Ork warships caught the Farsight Fleet off guard. More and more Tau warships were approached by the Ork warships, and their sharp golden teeth bit through the hulls under the mechanical transmission.

"O.S.H.A., the enemy is destroying our fleet!"

"Hold on! The immigrant ship is about to leave!"

Bang! Bang! Countless huge shells were ejected from the green-skinned warships, hitting the technologically shiny armor plates of the Tau.

Farsight's flagship, the Oath of Survival, shuddered, but she held her ground and fought back.

"Boarding alert!" The Fire Clan tactical officer's tentacles trembled violently, "Gravity lock detected!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bridge suddenly tilted violently, and the mechanical fangs of the green battleship were embedded in the side of the "Oath of Survival".

Through the cracks in the armor, one could see thousands of orcs charging forward wielding patchwork pulse weapons. These were originally the crystallization of titanium technology, but now they had been wrapped in insulating tape, riveted, and even tied with Squiggs by the Great Technicians, transforming them into stranger and more violent killing tools.

"Engage the enemy! Eliminate these invaders!" Farsight placed his hand on the Sword of Dawn at his waist.

The troops under his command, which had been fully prepared, followed Farsighted's orders without hesitation and threw themselves into this meat grinder.

Torch Star leaped from a high place and jumped into the mecha that she had asked the Earth Clan to prepare in advance. Soon, the twin flamethrowers had ignited a plasma fire wall in the corridor.

When the greenskin battlecruiser's boarding hook tore open the outer armor, the tactical screen in front of him suddenly lit up with a strange signal - a swarm of torpedoes with the double-headed eagle "Human Empire" mark pierced into the Orc fleet like silver shuttles, and the exploding fireworks bloomed silently in the vacuum.

These torpedoes have the same powerful maneuverability as heavy seeker missiles, and their hulls are even resistant to direct hits from super dakas.

Led by a high-level missile, they rushed straight towards the Orc warship, flexibly avoiding the close defense fire from the garbage ship.

After getting close enough, they dispersed freely, accurately tracked and hit the green-skinned garbage ships. The huge nuclear explosion flames instantly turned the thruster arrays of the three garbage ships into scrap copper and iron, turning them into legless beasts - their maneuverability was almost completely lost, and they could only fire at long range.

"Humans... they are supporting us with firepower?" Adjutant O'visa's tentacles froze in shock.

Farsight's fingertips stroked the suddenly resonating patterns of the Dawn Blade.

As the blade hummed, he felt the restless vitality in it: "No... This is a resonance from the survival instinct."

Soon, a holographic image of a human commander appeared on the display screen in front of Yuanming:
"I have heard of you for a long time, Commander Farsight. I am Commander Horatio Cochrane of the Human Empire Navy, and I would like to discuss a deal with you."

(End of this chapter)