Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 572 06.0571: "I will inject the seeds of punishment into the heart of steel!"

"No matter what your motives are, at least our swords are pointing towards the same shadow at this moment."

Farsight's knuckles rubbed against the blade, making a metallic sound. The unique lavender irises of the Tau reflected the noise of the holographic projection. "You humans are always violent, but you can occasionally glimpse a flash of reason in the chaos-ravaged star sea. State your price, sir."

Farsight narrowed his eyes and looked at this Imperial Navy lieutenant commander who was too young.

Horatio's mechanical prosthesis suddenly vibrated, and the hum of the servo motor produced an odd resonance with the vibrator blade on the waist of the Titanium Commander.

The young lieutenant colonel's eyes swept across the long sword engraved with runes, and finally met the other party's scrutinizing eyes: "Then I will get straight to the point - my ship was ambushed by the Tau Empire's anti-ship fleet when it was sailing. After a last resort, we made a hyperspace jump and mistakenly entered this slaughterhouse."

These words made Yuanjian frown slightly, and his hand rested on the ghost-head knife.

Suddenly, he pulled hard!
The blade of the foresight blade drew a crescent arc of light, and the holographic projection was twisted and shattered in the particle oscillation.

The blade chopped off the greenskinned Squig rider that rushed out of the ventilation duct, and the organs of Squig's mount splattered on the tactical panel, dyeing the star map a sticky dark green.

"Please continue, sir." The commander shook off the filth on the blade and looked sideways at the four orc warships made of space junk rushing outside the porthole. "As you can see, the Orks are the darkness that we need to face together at this moment."

"Just as I am not your primary enemy at the moment, your immigrant fleet is not my primary enemy either. If the green-skinned aliens destroy your fleet, the supplies my ships need will also be destroyed.

So let’s make a deal that doesn’t cross the line.”

Horatio's holographic afterimage was reassembled in the data stream. His projected finger slid across the star map, drawing a scarlet track behind the orc fleet. "As long as our ships behind the enemy lines can paralyze their maneuverability, your immigrant fleet can escape the encirclement."

He raised his mouth and smiled: "And the price I offer is that you need to provide sufficient supplies for my warships, as well as a portion of your armaments, weapons and design drawings."

"Your ship is behind the green monster?"

Frost mist rose from Farsight's breathing mask, and the tactical eyepiece continued to zoom in on the other side of the void.

Although the optical sensor is empty, the ballistic calculations provided by the computer will not lie.

There is no doubt that this round of torpedoes was indeed fired from far away in that direction.

"Deal, but if this is a new human scam..."

Yuanjian suddenly pressed the buzzing vibration blade at his waist, and the glowing crystal on the handle emitted a dangerous purple light.

Commander Farsight slowly turned his gaze towards the young lieutenant colonel in front of him. After a moment of silence, he said, "If you can paralyze the two largest junk ships, I will be grateful for your help and agree to your request."

"You will see my sincerity. And you have no choice, Commander Farsight." Horatio sneered, then turned to the bridge and ordered, "Torpedo officer! Enemy targets 7013 and 7016, fire all rounds!"

"Torpedo maintenance complete! Silo depressurizing!"

"Torpedoes loaded! Calibrating launch parameters...!"

The entire weapons department's team of officers was busy. Compared to the original Type VII ship with only one pitiful torpedo officer, Fideo, the efficiency of the four officers made the torpedo trajectory calculation faster and more accurate.

"Total time: 5 minutes and 33 seconds! Launch preparation complete!"

Horatio raised his eyebrows and nodded. The current firing efficiency satisfied him, indicating that his repeated preparation and training based on the experience accumulated after the previous attack on the Tau Empire merchant fleet was very effective.

Sizzle! ! Amid the rising steam, the rear sliding covers of the four torpedo silos slowly opened.

The four launch silos, each nearly 100 meters deep and long, released pressure at the same time, and low-temperature condensation mist gushed out like the breath of a giant beast.

Under the fairing of the new Lati Helios torpedo, twelve groups of photon crystals inside the guidance head flickered alternately - the guidance head of the pilot missile flickered with an emerald halo, while the other three companion missiles emitted a faint blue light. The green light meant that the missile would serve as the leader missile after launch, and the guidance head divination radar would be turned on at a high level to continuously scan and lock the target position - the stern nozzles of the two battlecruiser-class garbage ships.

The three torpedoes with blue beacons mean that they will be hidden in the low plane, shutting down all active search guidance except the encrypted information chain.

Cooperating with the information link sent by the missile leader, it headed towards the original planned route.

Horatio was familiar with this idea, because in his time, during the US-Soviet rivalry three or four decades earlier, the Soviet Navy's deterrent weapon, the P-700 "Granit" missile, adopted a similar idea.

Now, this design concept, which has been separated for tens of thousands of years, has reappeared, and its specifications have become heavier and larger, and its usage occasions have also changed from the original atmosphere to the void.

[Like the 'shipwreck' of ancient Terra.]
The lieutenant colonel looked at the various pre-launch preparation parameters that kept popping up on the tactical screen, [It's just that our "shipwreck" weighs 350 tons and carries the Emperor's blessing.]
"Begin warming up and let the aliens see the might of the Imperial Navy!"

"Preheat the torpedo launch!" As the chief officer of the operations department, Louise issued the preheating order after all preparations were completed.

Chief Tech Priest Lati-EB2A1's mechanical tentacles fluttered over the control console, and binary chants resounded through the bridge as the torpedoes were ignited.

She attached great importance to the actual combat of this batch of torpedoes. She personally went to the torpedo launch control room to lead this first round of salvos.

The technical priests under them began to sing the prayers of the Hymn of Rage in a unique binary language.

'In the name of the blood of Wanji, I will activate your dormant souls!'

As the prayer began, the scream of the torpedo's power engine suddenly began.

'Holy electricity flows through the sacred circuit, and the heart of plasma beats like thunder!'

The charging arrays filled with the blue light of plasma lit up one by one, the torpedo charging ducts glowed with a blue light, and the entire launching deck trembled in the overloaded energy.

'Ohm Messiah bear witness, I will infuse the seeds of punishment into the heart of steel!'

The hydraulic piston inside the torpedo roared, and the 350-ton Helios nuclear detonation torpedo was pushed into the slide of the launch tube by the mechanical arm, and holy oil dripped from the body of the projectile etched with the holy words.

'The God of All Things has granted me wisdom to penetrate the sea of ​​​​illusory stars!'

On the aiming display in front of Latti, binary scripture appeared on the holographic aiming ring, and the floating servo skull used a laser to carve a death prayer on the head of the torpedo.

"All torpedoes fired!"

The launch order was given from the command bridge.

Letty smiled slightly.

'Your name is the Emperor's wrath, your path is the path of extinction!'

The hanging nano incense burner swung and rang the incense-burning bell.

All the technical priests in the launch room performed the Gear Holy Emblem Salute in sync, data streams flashed wildly in their mechanical eyes, and their red robes fluttered in the strong wind from the cooling ducts.

"Fire! Let the alien flesh and blood bear witness to the truth of machinery!" Latti opened his arms excitedly and fanatically, and the prosthetic limbs behind him input the final launch code at an increasingly faster pace.

As the launch gate with a skull emblem carved on the bow of the ship opened with a bang, plasma flames carrying the remaining pages of scriptures spewed out from the tail of the torpedo.

(End of this chapter)