Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 597 06.0596: "'Man-eating Shark Test'"

The metal corridor echoed with the hum of servo joints. Horatio pushed aside the shark warriors blocking his way, while still maintaining a business smile on his face. The mist of the circulatory system lingered around the gravity boots.

“My lord, I am a captain appointed by the great Lord of Humanity.

This is my battleship, and I am the owner of the battleship. It is my right to go wherever I want, and you are the guests, please make way. "

The sharks turned their battle-scarred Heretic Power Helmets and stared at each other, their armor not moving at all. When Horatio could hardly contain his boiling emotions and began to consider escalating the physical conflict, they suddenly made way for him without warning.

Horatio led Farida to the door of the infirmary in a hurry, just in time to see the nun and the Astartes who looked like an ancient ferocious beast confronting each other, and its huge power steel hand had already grasped the upper end of the incubator cover. Farida's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Stay away from my son!" She could no longer control her emotions and rushed forward uncontrollably, standing beside Sister Arabella, using her body to block between Tiberius and little Horace.

At this moment, as a mother, she ignored all the physical and status differences between the two sides. She puffed out her chest and glared at him. Her immense courage allowed her to stand between the two sides fearlessly. The distance was so close that even the golden tassel ribbon fluttering on her chest almost touched the handle of the grenade launcher on the Space Marine's waist.

"Sir, I think we are gathered on my warship to discuss cooperation matters." Horatio's tone became stiff, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart. "We'd better rush to the reception room as soon as possible and not let the Gray Claws wait too long."

“That’s him, I want this child.

This is the blood tax the sharks have decided to impose on you.”

Tiberius tilted his head slightly, and his scarlet eyepieces reflected a disturbing light.

"I can't do that, sir." Horatio looked into Tiberius's bloodshot eyes without fear, "Because, this is my child."

"You should feel honored that I selected him as a potential successor to the Sharks.

I make few promises, but I assure you that he will become a very powerful warrior."

"I also assure you that under my education and protection, he will become an outstanding commander of the Imperial Navy in the future."

Horatio smiled wryly, imitating Tiberius' words and responding politely, "Perhaps you will meet on the battlefield fighting for the Emperor in the future."

Tiberius did not respond, he simply stood there, staring at the mortal before him.

"I suggest you stay away from that kid, Brother Tiberius." In the angled shadow, a figure in black and gray power armor appeared behind the sharks without anyone noticing.

Ripples of fading optical camouflage floated on the surface of his gray armor, and the beak-shaped breathing filter of the raven helmet was almost touching the breathing grid of the shark warrior.

Brother Korchagin pressed on their pauldrons, emblazoned with the symbol of the Raven Guard, and pushed them aside to clear a path for himself.

"The Epic has a special mission and is now under the protection of the Raven Guard. I don't recommend you to have any evil intentions towards anyone on this ship."

"I've seen you, Honor Sergeant."

Tiberius lowered his voice and said, "I thought you and your Chapter Master died in that surprise attack. Haha, I didn't expect you to survive. How does it feel to be derelict in your duty, you little plucked crow?"

"This revenge must be avenged. In addition, we have been ordered to monitor your actions."

"Whose order?"

"Inquisition, you are a foreign order. You have been out of touch for so long that it is hard for the Inquisition not to doubt your loyalty. I know your ways, so I do not recommend that you cause any trouble at this time.

The Imperial Navy is not an Imperial planet. The Ministry of the Interior turned a blind eye to your acts of looting planets, but attacking the Imperial Navy is a provocation to the entire Imperial Fleet. I know your motives and style. "

"Hmph." Tiberius snorted coldly, then took a step back and turned to look at Horatio: "You are very interesting, mortal. Normally, most mortals would become so frightened that their legs would go weak and their words would become incoherent when facing me, let alone resist."

He took the opportunity to look at the nun and the military supervisor who were blocking him, and then said to Horatio: "But the mortals on your warship are very extraordinary. You are very special. I look forward to working with you."

He clenched his fist and struck the Skyhawk on the chest of his Terminator power armor, making a dull and magnificent sound like a bell.

Little Horace had no idea what was happening outside. When he heard the noise, he excitedly stretched out his chubby little hands toward Tiberius and grabbed him in mid-air.

Tiberius turned around and walked towards the exit. When he stepped out of the infirmary, he suddenly stopped and said, "If you change your mind one day, you can contact us at any time. My promise to train him into an excellent warrior will always be valid."

"I won't change my mind." Horatio smiled, "Besides, I have something you need more."

He pulled out his datapad, clicked a few times, and turned back to Tiberius.

The eyes behind the giant's eyepiece suddenly widened. The table scrolling on the data board showed enough space marine equipment to equip an entire chapter. It was real, and the maintenance data in the notes showed that they were in the same condition as brand new.

Finally, there are two more pictures, which show the genetic seeds neatly stacked after being canned, stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Where did you get so much..."

Tiberius asked in a rare tone of surprise, "No, how dare you get so much... Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, sir. I come from the most prestigious family of the Gothic Fleet, and I have resources far beyond your imagination.

By working closely with me, you and your chapter will be able to obtain more resources that you cannot obtain through the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

I believe that you are wise enough to understand the importance of a harmonious relationship between the two parties in long-term cooperation. "

Tiberius looked into Horatio's eyes, which were full of confidence and without the slightest wavering.

"Your audacity and ambition impress me, Captain."

Tiberius' attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, his huge body nodded slightly, and the other shark warriors also saluted him.

“There are many people who want to trade with us, but not everyone is qualified to trade with us.

As you said, we don’t do one-time deals. We like to trade with people who have stable channels. So we usually use extreme methods to confirm the other party’s value. ”

Tiberius immediately denied it and explained his motives.

Although to Horatio, this sounded like a million pounds, until the other party turned into a rich man and the owner's attitude changed 180 degrees.

"And you, Captain..."

Tiberius stood in front of Horatio and said, "Based on the performance of mortals I have seen, you are either extremely brave or extremely stupid. At present, my judgment is inclined to the former.

At least now you can control and absorb more resources."

The big guy in front of him spoke like a stream of flowing water, words that did not suit his physique.

“Extreme methods...

In other words, what we just did was a test?" Horatio was not sure whether the shark was really conducting the so-called test from the beginning, or simply changed its mind because of the gene seed. After all, no one wanted the gene seed to be reduced to ashes in a desperate explosion.

But anyone with a little emotional intelligence would not mention another possibility at this time.

“Partially, excluding the part you showed me at the end.

Not everyone is qualified to accept our test, but you have passed my test." The Shark Lord raised his steel hand with power claws and took off his Terminator helmet.

Tiberius revealed his true colors.

Even Horatio had never seen any document describing what Tiberius looked like without his helmet.

It was a pale face with the black hair that was the hallmark of the Son of Corax.

The skin was extremely pale, with black veins like ravines oozing out of the surface.

His eye sockets were sunken, his irises were pure black that swallowed all light, and his pupils would strangely expand into shark-like vertical slits in the shadows.

His mouth has been modified, with two rows of adamantite shark teeth inlaid in his lower jaw. His upper lip has been permanently turned outward due to muscle atrophy, revealing gums engraved with Deep Diver runes, making him look like a terrifying humanoid shark.

These representations gave Horatio a sense of déjà vu.

['When others question your hoarding of Space Marine gene-seed and Founding equipment, you'd better actually be able to produce enough equipment and gene-seed to equip a whole Chapter. ']
Seeing the situation stabilized again, Horatio secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then don't keep your old acquaintances waiting too long. Please follow me." He gathered all the distracting thoughts in his mind, put on a hidden smile again, and changed the subject:
"But this time, please don't change the route without permission."

He didn't ask what would happen if he failed the test.

(End of this chapter)