Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 583 06.0582: "Rebellious Heart (Thanks to the leader of Xiatian X for the reward!)"

Marco Shoggoth's boots rolled over warm blood as he snatched a battle scroll written in High Gothic from the attack commander's blood-spattered desk.

He never turned back to take a second look at the body lying on the oak chair - the imperial double-headed eagle emblem was oozing gold paint from the dead man's burst eye sockets, blending with the dark red blood plasma to form a strange totem on the teak floor.

"Captain, are we setting sail so soon?" The former communications officer now wore the first mate's insignia, and the brand new gold ribbon formed a stark contrast with his uniform covered with energy burns.

The man who miraculously survived the raid behind enemy lines with Captain Shoggoth was now stroking the log of the Red October with his broken mechanical prosthesis.

"Yes, we have received new orders." The Shoggoth pulled his wide-brimmed hat down to his brow, and the shadow of the brim swallowed up all his expressions.

With a cold look in his eyes, he walked on the cold deck and walked towards his attack ship under the salute of the sailors on guard. His sword struck the deck with his steps, and the sound of metal collisions echoed in the deep corridor of the bridge. "The higher-ups asked us to redeem ourselves."

"But how can we be blamed for the encirclement? Since we are behind enemy lines, we may be in danger."

"In the eyes of Terran bureaucrats, casualties are just footnotes in performance reports. They only care about how to pass the buck and give an explanation to the Gothic Fleet if Speyer's offspring dies as a result."

"Damn these bureaucrats!" the first mate cursed angrily, "How could they do this to us?"

"Let's go. There's no room for us here." Captain Marco Hugos suddenly stopped and stared at the surging subspace storm outside the airtight window. His pupils reflected the strange purple-red vortex. "Prepare the docking procedure and let the new supervisor see what real 'terrible' means."

"Greetings, Captain." The new Military Supervisor, dressed in a platinum uniform, was like a statue walking out of a Mechanicus relief. His movements of saluting were precise to the millimeter, and the chrome-plated bolt pistol refracted cold light as he swayed his waist.

The Military Supervisor was a man in his thirties, and like most of his peers, he was cold and aloof, unceremoniously demonstrating the unquestionable force and discipline of the Human Empire.

——He knew that he was assigned to monitor a ship full of secrets, and his mission was to burn away all shadows with the Holy Flame of the Emperor and burn the secret warship before it was captured by the enemy.

"It's not too late to regret now." Shoggoth said coldly as he passed by the Military Supervisor. "After all, you won't earn a promotion medal by following a captain who redeems himself."

"That is my duty," the commissioner responded in a firm voice, "and I do my duty without hesitation."

The initial meeting with the captain gave the military inspector some insight into the negative mood at the helm.

"Hehe." Captain Marco Hughes sneered as he stepped onto the docking platform and boarded the bridge.

A few days later.

"A friendly ship in the first level of combat alert has been spotted! It's... it's the Bayonet-class E-96 'Epic' attack ship!" the reconnaissance officer reported loudly, and when he discovered it was the Epic, he let out an excited and excited shout.

"Is this the battleship of the Sea Wolf King? I heard it is the last descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer."

"Yes! He is really amazing. It is said that he is only 20 years old this year, but he has sunk a target with a registered weight of million tons."

"Three hundred million tons? And he's only 20 years old?"

"Yes! He became a lieutenant colonel at the age of 20. The youngest lieutenant colonel I have ever seen was over years old. He is at least years ahead of others!"

"I'm so envious. It must be great to serve on his battleship. Maybe I can be promoted to captain in two years."

"Wake up and stop daydreaming. You have come to the unfortunate E-110. Save yourself from getting so excited. I suggest you pray that you can live to see the transfer."

Hearing the names of the Epic and Horatio, the bridge instantly boiled over, and the officers could not suppress their excitement and talked a lot.

However, there were also some whispers of doubt about the current captain's abilities, creating a sharp contrast between the two captains.

Captain Marco Hugos lay back on the command throne, his face calm and his eyes narrowed with dark lines.

"Salute to this high-ranking official's son. First mate, I'll leave this place to you. I have something to do." He stood up, stretched his muscles, and walked towards the elevator to the captain's room unhappily, as if he didn't want to see the Epic and her helmsman at all.

"Captain." The moment Marco Hugos stood on the elevator, the Military Supervisor listened attentively to the communication bead, and then immediately shouted to him, "The command center has ordered all the attack ships of the Baka fleet to return immediately. It seems that something has happened."

"We'll talk about it when I get back!"

When the explosion-proof door of the elevator blocked all sight, the captain's bloodshot pupils expanded in front of the dark blue screen. "The route is correct, he has appeared." Marco Hugos's thin face was illuminated by the dark light, lacking blood color, and in front of him was the face of a one-eyed blue-blooded alien.

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

"Very good, but you can't join us here. We will have to make an emergency jump after ambushing the E-110 attack ship, and your warship can only travel in the physical universe."

"Then how should I find you? Don't forget, the intelligence carrier is physical paper. I won't reveal a single word to you before you pick me up on the ship in person! Let me see the coordinates first!"

The Shoggoth tore open the collar of his starched uniform, revealing a hideous scar on the side of his neck, which was caused by the aftermath of the Tau's ion cannon in the previous battle. "Your so-called 'Greater Good' won't even send a phaser?"

"Be patient, Captain. The coordinates have been sent. Our fleet will come to pick you up near the territory of the Tau Empire. You can bring the intelligence and the attack ship to join us. But before that, please make sure that everyone on your ship is obedient to you and the Greater Good."

Communication is interrupted.

Captain Marco Hugos slammed his fist on the table viciously: "You bastard from Speyer... you are dead today! It's all your fault that you have such a famous name, and your every move affects the heartbeat of the Star Domain Navy Department! I have been insulted for this!"

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The military inspector took the elevator to the door of the captain's room. Wearing heavy, shiny black military boots, he took a step forward and knocked hard on the heavy explosion-proof door of the captain's room.

"Please come in! Your Excellency, Military Supervisor."

"Captain Marco Hugos." The Military Supervisor lowered his wide-brimmed hat, looked at the luxurious captain's room, and asked in a sarcastic tone, "It's time to talk about your ability to perform your duties."

The stern military judge was extremely dissatisfied with the man at the helm of Red October.

This man always had a negative attitude, was listless, reeked of alcohol, and partied every night with his wives and concubines he brought on board. He didn't look like a captain at all.

If he had been sailing for several months and had won military merits, then he would be sloppy. However, he had not even left the imperial-controlled area and he had already become so indulgent and negative. He didn't even dare to imagine what he would be like behind enemy lines.

"Hehe, hehe." Captain Shoggoth smiled crookedly and picked up a bottle of fruit wine produced in the Garden World and poured it into two wine glasses.

"Drinking will delay your work, Captain. I am discussing a very serious issue with you." The military supervisor said in a voice that concealed his anger.

"This is not for you to drink." The captain laughed jokingly.

Upon hearing this, the committee member frowned.

"Whatever you have called me here to say, given the duties bestowed upon you and me by the Emperor, I believe that everything should be handled in a businesslike manner. It is best to return to the command bridge first."

The Military Supervisor instinctively placed his hand on the chrome-plated bolt pistol at his waist, "And you'd better not play any tricks. I don't want to have to execute the captain before we reach a combat position."

"Our superiors asked us to change our patrol position."

"Whose orders? Where to?"

"I'm not asking you to examine my will. I'm informing you, Military Supervisor." Marco Shugus picked up the glass and drank it all.

"Notify me? You don't have the authority!"

"Yes, I'm informing you. You can't go where I'm going." The captain, who had finished drinking, had a hint of aftertaste on his face and said this to the military supervisor.

The Military Supervisor's eyes widened in anger when he heard this, and he immediately pulled out a grenade launcher with his hand on his waist.

The captain sneered and threw the wine glass to the ground.

boom!
(End of this chapter)