Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 589 06.0588: "'Stop fighting!'"

"Tell me your name, mortal. I am Tyberos the Red Wake!" The demigod, whose size was obviously larger than normal, asked in a low voice, but his voice was as gentle as flowing water at midnight.

Tiberius's figure, more than four meters tall, filled the entire communication screen, and the blood scabs on his concave breastplate were as rugged as volcanic rocks.

As his breath blew through the filters of his helmet, Horatio heard something like the whine of a chainsaw catching—the whine of the power armor's servos being overloaded.

"God-Emperor, I have never seen such a tall and strong Space Marine..." Louise instinctively took a half step back cautiously, her hips hitting the tactical display console. The moment the data tablet in her hand slipped, she saw her pupils reflected on the screen shrinking violently.

Even if the Terminator power armor does have a certain "height-increasing" effect on the wearer, this one is too big.

The dim lights on the bridge made the Heretic Power Armor Warriors behind Tiberius flicker - where the Imperial Eagles should have been, they were now inlaid with shark gill patterns made of animal teeth and adamantium.

If Horatio had not known that the Carcharodon Regiment was generally considered a loyalist regiment, he would probably have ordered the entire ship to prepare for battle based on their ferocious appearance.

They are perhaps the only Loyalist Space Marine Chapter to wear Heretic-pattern Power Armour.

(Man-eating shark: I’m not a traitor! I picked it up!)

Of course, Horatio knew that the fundamental reason they dressed like this was because of sheer poverty.

It is precisely because they are extremely poor that the Heretic Power Armor, which can be pieced together and is relatively easy to maintain, is adopted on a large scale by the Sharks, just like the traitors who fled into the Eye of Terror.

He also noticed that most of these warriors only had tactical knives, and didn't even have chain swords - in the impoverished Shark Regiment, chain swords and chain axes were equipment only for sergeants.

When the other officers first saw such a huge and ferocious demigod and his terrifying subordinates, they couldn't help but feel scared and began to lower their posture instinctively.

Horatio, who knew everything, still put his hands behind his back, calmly pinching the pair of white velvet gloves, and the captain's cloak fluttered in the wind behind him.

"Greetings, sir. I am Lieutenant Commander of the Imperial Navy, Captain of the Bayonet-class 'Epic' attack ship. I jumped here after sailing through the warp and saw that you were exchanging fire with the Renegade Chapter. How can I help you?"

"We don't need any help." The super big guy's low and stern refusal caused the bridge lights to flicker a few times.

"Really? My reconnaissance aircraft reported that several alien patrol fleets were attracted by the exchange of fire between you and the Renegade Chapter and are gathering and heading here."

"Since you insist on asking, there is only one place we need help."

The big guy hissed unceremoniously, "Mortals, pay us a blood tax, healthy and strong children. Reinforce us. We have suffered heavy losses in the warp storm and the battle against the aliens.

In addition, the regiment's fleet was separated and our ships were in urgent need of supplies."

"Sir, the first problem is not something that the Imperial Navy can solve. It is a logistical issue. You should make this request to the Ministry of the Interior.

As for the latter, we can only provide you with tactical support. Did the renegade chapter attack you?"

"Attack us? Humph, no!" Tiberius laughed dully: "We are robbing them of their gene seeds, manpower and equipment to make up for our losses."

"..." This answer not only revealed the truth, but also left Horatio speechless.

[As expected of Tiberius, the Scarlet Blood Road, the infamous and notorious Scarlet Bully.]
Whether it is the Empire, Chaos or the Aliens, they all have the same evaluation of him: this is an "evil" character, and his brutality has become famous with his brutal performance in the Badab War, and no one can match him.

Although 'notorious and infamous', his efficiency in killing the enemies of the Empire is also unmatched.

"But the exchange of fire has continued until now, and neither of you has broken through the other's void shield. And the alien threat is imminent. Lord Tiberius, I suggest you focus on the deadly threat in front of you first."

"Hmph." Tiberius snorted in a joking tone, and then another signal was connected to the channel.

A segmented image appeared on the holographic projection, and a Space Marine wearing old steel power armor appeared in front of everyone.

His simple style of armor is very contemporary, and at first glance one might mistake him for an Iron Warrior.

(The Gray Claws still paint the Imperial Bird of Prey emblem on their armor to commemorate and prove the honor they once created for the Lord of Mankind's glorious expedition)

It is worth noting that his chest is still painted with the Raptor Imperialis, a symbol of the exploits of the Terra Unification War era.

"You are a disloyal traitor!" Tiberius sneered, "You and your warriors have no honor at all, Neff. Why don't you hand over your gene seeds to us and let them play their due value?"

"Tsk! You inhuman bastards are not worthy of using our pure Raven Guard gene-seed." The warrior immediately retorted. From the fragmentary information, Horatio guessed that he should be Nehat Nev, the current chapter master of the Ash Claws.

"Shut your mouth, traitor, I will soon storm your bridge and tear you and your men to pieces!"

"We are not traitors! We are only loyal to the brothers you see before you. Perhaps this does feel like a betrayal to you." Neff slammed his fist into the holographic platform, shattering the light spot.

“Perhaps you really do believe that warriors like you and me—the pinnacle of genetically bred evolution in the galaxy—exist only to protect those poor creatures.

But in truth, the creatures out there are far darker than you have yet seen, Tiberius. Our enemies are as old as we are, yet they remain enslaved to powers you cannot fathom.

We are not them. We will not tear your soul apart and feed it to demons, nor will we bind you to a nightmarish body. We will only kill you and give you a quick release." "I have heard enough of your sophistry. I will only give you one way out! Hand over your gene-seed inventory, equipment, and children on board whose biological age is less than fourteen Terran years, or I will bring people to take it myself."

"Don't even think about it! Tiberius!" The Grey Claws Chapter Master resolutely rejected this outrageous request. "It's obvious that I have more warriors on my warship than you do! Even if you are the one, you can't get past our Contemptor Dreadnought!"

"I do have a proposal." Just as the two parties were arguing, Horatio suddenly spoke up.

"Silence! Mortal!" Tiberius's tone remained unchanged. "I must end this traitor today!"

"This is a matter between our Space Marines! If you don't want to be affected, I suggest you leave as soon as possible! Captain." The Grey Claws Chapter Master only had eyes for the threat from Tiberius, and he didn't even bother to give the mortal captain a glance, "Explosive Arrow has no eyes!"

"The alien fleet has arrived 3300 kilometers from here, with an estimated number of 11-15 ships.

If you don't want to drag everyone to death here, I suggest you defeat the alien fleet first.

Let's deal with the immediate threat first, then we can talk about other things. I think I have something that you might be interested in and that you might need."

Horatio's words made this previously ignored mortal suddenly the focus of everyone's attention.

What made him the focus of the whole audience was the bottle filled with red nutrient solution in his hand.

Floating in the middle of the tank was a gene-seed with the Raven Guard emblem printed on it.

"I think this mortal has a point. You're lucky, Neff, you escaped unharmed today."

"Hmph, fortunately for you, Tiberius, your so-called 'lucky' has prevented you from causing your brothers to pay a heavy price today."

The two chapter masters were still bickering and chattering, but this was just the daily routine of the sharks and the gray claws' love-hate relationship.

Everyone knows that the real demise of either party will pose a threat to the other party, which is not rich to begin with.

"If you want this, please stop talking nonsense.

In the name of the Imperial Navy, I exercise the void conscription authority granted to the Holy Fleet by the Lord of Mankind.

Carcharodon, prepare yourselves! The time has come to prove your loyalty to the Emperor!"

Then, he changed the subject: "Even though some people have disobeyed the empire, we are now facing a common enemy.

Gray Claws, I will give you five minutes to consider the proposal. If you reject it, we will support the Carcharodon Regiment in attacking you.

Then you accept to fight together with us.

Then after resolving the current crisis and using the alien's blood as a token of our allegiance.

Perhaps we can put aside our weapons for a while and discuss proposals that may be of greater interest to the Chapter Masters."

Horatio narrowed his eyes slyly.

The Epic is weak and it is very difficult to intercept the Red October, which is already behind enemy lines and has alien support. It is tantamount to licking blood on the tip of a knife.

But since they happened to encounter the Carcharodon Regiment and the two battleship-class flagships of the Ash Claws.

A plan to kill someone by borrowing a knife gradually emerged in Horatio's mind.

Moreover, aren't these two groups, who are both "tightening their belts but have nothing left", exactly the targets of poverty alleviation that he has been thinking about?

Especially the Carcharodon Chapter, they often take out some good things that the Mechanicum is interested in as gray tax in exchange for gene seeds.

He raised the corners of his mouth, looking forward to finding some good stuff from the white shark.

Although the Epic is not big, next to the two battleship-sized ships, she is only a quarter of the length and looks petite and fragile - if you ignore the more than 30 Helios nuclear incendiary torpedoes in her hull, which are enough to send away five battleships in a sneak attack.

And in this small hull, there are five medium-sized cargo holds that are completely filled with Space Marine equipment received from Commander Farsight and 600 cryogenically preserved gene seeds.

The best of both worlds.

However, wealth should not be shown to the public.

These two chapters have done a lot of dirty work like robbery, so they have to find a way to protect themselves through the checks and balances between the two chapters. If they unite together, they will be in danger.

We must not let them become too hostile and disrupt the subsequent tactics and strategies, nor can we let them join forces to threaten ourselves.

The art of checks and balances!
(End of this chapter)