Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 584 06.0583: "You can't go where I want to go, Military Supervisor"

boom!
Before the crisp sound of the metal wine glass hitting the bulkhead had faded, a flash of orange-red fire suddenly exploded in the shadow of the captain's room.

"what!!"

The trembling figure of the first mate holding a gun appeared in the smoke. The right wrist of the military inspector exploded, and broken bones and tendons were wrapped in blood mist and splashed on the adamantine bulkhead, like an abstract painting smeared by an unclean power.

The first mate then realized that he had missed the target. When he was about to fire again, he found that the weapon in his hand was jammed.

"Ah! You bunch of damn traitors." The military inspector knelt on one knee with a pained and distorted face. The blood gushing from his broken wrist spilled through the hideous broken surface onto the red carpet in the captain's room.

He held his bleeding wrist with one hand and cursed: "Murderer! Rebel! As long as I am alive, there will be no time for you to mutiny!"

The commissioner endured the severe pain, knelt in a pool of blood on the ground in his meticulously groomed black and gold breeches, and tried to pick up his bolter with his other blood-stained hand.

His bloody left hand just touched the falling grenade launcher.

"Aha!" Marco Hughes roared and pounced on the Military Supervisor like a bloodthirsty beast.

boom!
He bumped into the Military Supervisor's head, knocking his snow-white wide-brimmed hat to the ground.

The two rolled and crashed into the holographic tactical table, smashing the flickering star map into shattered spots of light.

"Go to hell! Hawkdog!" the Shoggoth roared, his nails plowing bloody grooves in the other's face.

"Ah! Ah!" The nails left scratches on the Military Supervisor's face, and the slender ring finger dug into the Military Supervisor's left eye socket.

As his ring finger pierced the Military Supervisor's moist eye sockets, the silver magazine of the chrome-plated grenade launcher also hit the traitor's cheekbone hard.

"Ugh!" The traitor was knocked over. The Military Supervisor turned around and pressed on him, hitting his head with the magazine of the grenade launcher. "Go to hell! Traitor! You rat!"

Two bloody bodies wrestled on the blood-soaked cashmere carpet, looking very much like the warriors fighting the aliens in the mural.

The first mate was stunned as he watched the two men wrestling with each other. He frantically tried to pull out the jammed pistol, but his trembling hands were unable to generate enough strength to successfully eject the shell.

Cold sweat ran down his cervical armor and into his collar, and the jammed bolt pistol made useless clicking sounds in his trembling hands.

"Remis! Remis!! Come here quickly! Ahem!" The traitor captain shouted the first mate's name, choking on the blood from the grenade launcher.

It was not until the captain was knocked to the ground by the bloody butt of the gun and shouted his name that the first mate shuddered and finally woke up from his dream and threw his weapon out.
——The finely crafted gun handle hit the Military Supervisor’s temple right in the middle. The dull sound of the skull caved in made the air freeze for half a second.

The military supervisor yelled, covered his forehead with his hands, and fell to the ground screaming.

Marco Hugues pushed him over and sat on the Military Supervisor.

"I told you! You can't go where I'm going!"

He grabbed the military supervisor's head and smashed it hard against the grenade launcher that fell to the ground.

Boom!Boom!Boom! ...

After dozens of consecutive collisions, the entire chrome-plated body of the grenade launcher was stained black and red by the semi-coagulated blood.

The gurgling blood dyed the red carpet in the captain's room red, making it even deeper.

The military supervisor stared with lifeless eyes, lying motionless on the ground, his last look still filled with deep resentment.

"Captain...Captain, what should we do now...we killed the Military Supervisor..." The first mate was frightened and asked tremblingly.

"Clean up this place, give me a hand." The Shoggoth, with bruised and swollen eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted to the first mate.

"Where should we move the body?"

"Move him outside. Damn it! We can't let anyone else find out that the Military Supervisor died in the captain's room. Carry him outside and poke a hole in the guardrail to create the illusion that the Military Supervisor was leaning against the guardrail smoking and fell to his death."

"Is it really...really okay?"

"It's okay. He's new here anyway, no one knows him, and no one likes the Military Supervisor anyway. Go!"

The two men took immediate action, dragged the bloody corpse with its eyes open to the outdoor fence, and threw it down from above.

The impact wound on the back of the head fell exactly to the ground.

Then they took disinfectant and cleaning water from the utility room and sprayed them on the ground to cover the bloodstains as much as possible.

However, their actions, which they thought were secret, were not unseen. In the darkness, a pair of eyes disappeared after witnessing everything.

The Imperial Navy would not be so stupid as to only have one pair of visible eyes on a secret new warship.
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"It seems that we have failed after all, Captain." Thei's hands were tied behind her back with thick silver shackles, and she was handcuffed by the neck by two tall and strong judicial officers and taken to the execution platform. [Where is this... I should be on my warship, where is this?] Horatio looked at the scene beside him. It was a square, surrounded by majestic and tall white heroic sculptures.

He moved and found that his hands were tied to a stake with black iron shackles behind his back, unable to move. There was a huge black iron disc under his feet.

"I'm glad to have experienced so much with you, but our journey ends here, Captain." The girl's fair neck was clearly branded with the mark of a prisoner, and the scars from healed burns made her smooth skin uneven, like a patched asphalt road.

"Where is this? Thei, what's going on?!" he shouted excitedly.

The girl walked to the execution ground without looking back, and the noose was put around her slender neck.

"These criminals stole and secretly kept the gene seeds of the great demigod, the Lord of Humanity! They attempted to privately build an army and set up a war group, violating the taboo of the code.

This is a serious crime that threatens the human empire!
And this woman! As the agent of the Emperor, she actually covered up such a crime!"

A senior bishop of the state religion, wearing a white hooded robe, waved his staff excitedly and pronounced the verdict in a loud and resonant voice.

"No…that's not true, it's none of her business!"

"Shut up! Prisoner No. 24601." The legal officer beside him punched him in the abdomen, making him vomit acid. "Death row prisoners have no right to argue!"

"Farewell, Balancer, my love." Thei turned and smiled at him, then turned back to face the crowd. "May the Emperor forgive my incompetence."

"No!"

Squeak! Bang!
"Oh~!" There was an exclamation from below the stage.

Snowflakes slowly fell on the fresh corpse hanging from the thick noose.

Thei tilted her head calmly, closed her eyes, her lips were pale, and snowflakes fell on her body, not melting for a long time.

She walked so briskly that the noose broke her slender cervical vertebrae the moment she fell.

"It's your turn."

The law enforcers left the big disc, and the old man in the white robe raised his staff high and shouted to the vast sea of ​​people below the stage: "This man is the glorious descendant of Spyr, but he secretly kept the precious demigod gene seed of the Lord of Humanity. This is extremely disrespectful! The honor of his ancestors made him greedy and he was plotting evil! He deserves death!"

"No! Everything I did was to save the human empire! I didn't have any unreasonable desires!"

"Hmph, did you hear that? Look at this poisonous tongue filled with ambition and lies! The intertwined lies deceived the Gothic Fleet, but they can't deceive us!
He is like the leader of the Horus Heresy, claiming he is saving the Imperium of Man, but what is the outcome?"

The high-ranking bishop turned around, raised his brows at Horatio, then suddenly turned around, raised his arms and shouted: "Let the traitor go to hell! Let the hellfire bring him eternal pain!!!"

laugh!
"What?" Horatio looked at the phosphorous flames spewing out from all directions, which instantly made the black iron plate under his feet hot.

"Ah!!! Phosphorus Fire Death Penalty?!"

As the temperature rose to thousands of degrees, he soon lost the feeling of his limbs.

The heat made his entire body's epidermis more and more painful. His once smooth skin was now burnt brown and black, and began to develop microscopic cracks caused by protein shrinkage.

"No! I'm doing everything to save humanity!
This is slander! I never thought of rebellion!
I will accuse you of your folly before the Lord of mankind!

Your ignorance destroyed everything! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Horatio sat up suddenly from the soft captain's bed.

He just felt a splitting headache and the head was spinning. He couldn't help but raise his left hand to cover his forehead, soothing his temple with his thumb, and breathing heavily.

Sweat had completely soaked the bedding and his body. Crystal clear beads of sweat slowly dripped down the middle of his muscular back, and the whole person looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"What's wrong, dear, little captain?" Anya Fasha felt his movement beside her, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and sat up leaning on his strong and sturdy arms.

"Nothing. Just had a nightmare..."

Horatio panted, looking at Veronica who was still sleeping soundly at the end of the bed. He also watched her wake up at the noise, turn over, and hold the plump, round, and full fruit in front of her to show him, "A very real nightmare."

"Are you okay? You're sweating a lot, more than you did against the two of us."

"Sorry to disturb your rest. I'll go take a soak in the water, you guys continue to sleep." Horatio raised his legs and sat on the edge of the bed. He stood up in a daze, and the weakness in his legs almost made him fall.

"Be careful." Fasha sat on the bed and stretched out her smooth, delicate chocolate-brown long arms to support him.

"Thank you, Fasha." Horatio did not turn around, but just raised his hand and waved behind him, then stumbled into the large and warm captain's bathroom, and then the sound of water was heard.

(End of this chapter)