Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 582 06.0581: "Failure is rebellion, success is revolution"

"What is this?" Horatio looked at the mysterious tattoo on the inside of the girl's thigh in confusion and shock.

Obviously, it was an electromagnetic tattoo in the style of an Eldar rune. But... why was there an Eldar rune mark on her thigh???

"I combined the electromagnetic tattoo technology of the Empire and the protection runes of the Eldar to help me enhance my psychic resistance and amplify my own psychic effects.

This rune tattoo was inflicted on me by the clown Shadow Prophet you met at my request.

It can effectively enhance my ability to fight against psychic pollution and amplify Iota-level psychic energy."

"And you don't have to pay anything?"

"The price is that it will hurt a little when you get the tattoo." The girl looked into his eyes and said, "Come on, try it~"

She took his hand and stroked it over her absolute domain of extraordinary touch.

He swallowed and suppressed his physical desire. After all, the girl in front of him was a beautiful girl in her prime. Who wouldn't be moved? Not to mention that she was holding his hand and caressing her absolute domain.

Following her guidance, his fingers caressed the smooth white silk and touched the warm skin.

She looked into his eyes and kept smiling, as if she was teasing an innocent boy.

When his fingers finally touched the mark, suddenly a powerful psychic power emanated from it, making him feel a biting chill. He truly felt the powerful mysterious force contained in it, which should not be underestimated.

"The rune tattoo is the result of our Eisenhorn faction's research on alien technology. If someone were to find me with this tattoo, I would be charged with heresy."

She snorted and laughed, "But I won't open my legs to anyone else, so no one else will ever know my secrets."

"You... are more desperate and bold than I thought. You are gambling with your own life, Thei. If your father knew..." Horatio looked into her eyes and said seriously.

She tilted her head nonchalantly and smiled even more brightly, "The moment I set foot on this path, I decided to dedicate my life to the Golden Throne. Only a man who has set foot on the same path as me can have my body and soul."

She let go of his hand, and the hem of her skirt fell naturally, covering the mark.

"Captain, you said it well, 'Failure is rebellion, success is revolution'."

She took a deep breath and immersed herself in his heroic words. "What ambitious and aspirational words! I was right about you, from the day we first met."

"So, Mademoiselle Thei, I want to know what your motive is for wanting to take part in this meeting between me and Father Ratti."

"According to information from my Eldar allies, if I want to find the right way to save the empire, I must become a part of your plan and play an important role." As an alien inquisitor, Thei spoke without hesitation about her cooperation with the Eldar.

"Just as you evaluate me, I have to admit that your plan is bolder and more radical than I thought. Moreover..." She walked around behind Horatio and peeked over her right shoulder: "The risk is extremely high.

As an inquisitor, I can use the power granted by the Emperor to help you avoid some troubles, such as my colleagues."

"I'll be honest. The reason why I didn't want to tell you is that I don't want to involve you, Louise, and Farida. The cost of failure is unimaginable."

Horatio sighed, "Once the truth is revealed, I will bear all the consequences alone. I don't want you to follow me to the execution ground."

"Very responsible. I was right about you, Captain."

Thei swayed and smiled, "Now I know your plan and will help you, so if it is exposed..."

She walked deftly up to Horatio and, with her hands clasped behind her hips, stood on tiptoes and met his eyes.

"I will accompany you to the execution ground."

Horatio stared into her eyes, which were unwavering, deep and long, her determination to save the empire was obvious, and she was risking everything on herself.

“I don’t want to see that day come.”

"Then let's do everything we can to prevent that day from coming." Thei extended her index finger and placed it on his lips.

"Ah la la~ Are you two talking about love? Fufufu~" Father Lati interrupted them, "If we have to die together, then I'm afraid I can't stay out of it~ But, shouldn't we discuss how to make it happen first, instead of how to go to the execution ground together after the matter is exposed?" "Of course, Father Lati, let's start." Horatio turned his head to look at her and smiled, "Do you have a way to use gene seeds to create space marines? I remember that you are also a gene marine."

"Of course, Captain, but the equipment is in my laboratory in Abyss Port, and I haven't modified a Space Marine for a while, so I may need to get a feel for it first." Her tone didn't sound like she was talking about a profound subject like creating genetically modified warriors, but rather like a pianist talking about playing a piece she had played before.

She didn't even say whether she would encounter technical problems, only that she needed to re-familiarize herself with the process.

This makes Horatio more and more convinced that there is a shocking secret hidden behind Letty - or perhaps more than one.

"I hope to build this chapter into one that specializes in void warfare and boarding, and has in-depth cooperation with the Imperial Navy. This is crucial for the future. We are facing extremely severe challenges in the future, and we cannot accomplish it by relying on mortals alone.

We must use all available resources, especially these genetically modified warriors, who will be the key to our response to future great crises."

"That's true, Captain," Thei agreed. "I thought the same when I was working with the aliens."

"The process is as important as the result. Don't worry, Captain. I will live up to your expectations." Latti stood beside him, leaning on the Axe of Mecha, forming a regular triangle with the two of them.

"If the prophecy of the Eldar Harlequin Troupe is true, and I am the key to saving the human empire in the future, then establishing a dedicated Space Marine Chapter for the Imperial Navy is the key I need. This is our core secret and must not be known to outsiders. When we take this step, there is no turning back."

"'Failure is rebellion, success is revolution.'" Thei looked him in the eyes and held out her hand.

"'Failure is rebellion, success is revolution.'" Lati imitated Thei's tone and stretched out his hand covered with artificial skin and placed it on the back of Thei's hand.

Horatio nodded: "Failure is rebellion, success is revolution!"

He finally put his hand on it, forming the last piece of the solemn oath scene that looked like an oil painting.

Yoyo looked at the three people who seemed to be holding a strange ritual, and scratched the cat ears on his head in confusion.
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E-110 attack ship, aboard the Red October.

Captain Marco Hughes stood in front of the instrument mirror, adjusting his naval uniform. He raised his hand and stroked the scar on his forehead. Unpleasant memories surged into his mind with pain, and the roar in his memory overlapped with the alarm in reality.

"You're a piece of shit! You've brought shame upon our Baka Fleet. Do you know what consequences your incompetence has caused?"

The commander of the Baka Fleet's attack command angrily slammed the table and roared, "You let all the participating fleets know that the Gothic Fleet sent a whole squadron of attack ships to pull our ship out of the encirclement, and the person who rescued you was the descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer. You almost put this only rising star in danger! Our admiral was scolded by the Star Field Command for this!"

"Sir, I need to explain..."

"Shut up! Your punishment has been issued! Your application for lieutenant commander has been rejected. The Imperial Navy does not need an incompetent captain who can't even command a non-classified ship. You should have overloaded the plasma engine and perished with the enemy. At least you could have gotten the title of 'Imperial Hero'."

“Sir.” Veins popped out on Marco Hugos’ forehead. The pain of the recurrence of his old wounds and the humiliation pierced his body and mind. “In the end, there wasn’t much actual loss. I successfully returned with the E-110 attack ship, and Captain Horatio also won the honor that belonged to him. What’s more... I also gave my arm to the Emperor..."

"So what? Did you see my eyes?"

The attack commander pointed to his patched eye and said, "I gave an eye to the Emperor. Will the Starfield Admiralty care about these losses? No, that's not the point. The point is that you let the descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer fall into a trap!

In any case, the punishment has been issued, Captain Shoggoth, you have been proven to be unable to command a ship of a certain class, and you are not qualified to be a naval lieutenant commander! The quota will be awarded to another captain with outstanding military achievements in this squadron, so you can withdraw. "

Captain Shoggoth lowered his head, his eyes wide open, and felt dizzy and nauseous.

"I. Tell. You. To. Back Off!" The attack commander threw the Imperial Navy's navigation manual in his hand at the captain with the broken arm.

The captain's gums were bleeding, but he could no longer taste the rust in his mouth because his mind was filled with anger at this moment. He pulled out his pistol from his waist!
"How dare you! You——"

boom!
puff.

The attack commander had a large bloody hole on his forehead and fell back on his chair, dying with his eyes open.

Captain Shoggoth walked to the bloody body of the attack commander with an expressionless face and spat in the corpse's face.

"You shouldn't humiliate my honor as a soldier, bastard."

(End of this chapter)