Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 600 06.0599: "Imperial torpedo discovered!!!"

"Rider!" The captain's voice suddenly rang out in the bridge, shaking the surroundings like a huge bell. His eyes were fixed on the complex dashboard in front of him, and his hands subconsciously clenched the platinum handrests, as if he was personally controlling this huge warship.

"Ignite the reverse thrust!" Then, another crisp and clear order was given with unquestionable majesty.

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The Epic's reverse thrust rocket was activated, spewing out sparkling fireworks. In order to avoid appearing too bright against the dark and profound background of the universe, its output was intentionally lowered.

This thrust slowly and steadily brought the 2.2-kilometer-long attack ship to a parallel line 700 kilometers away from the Tau Empire fleet.

At this moment, the silence of the universe seemed to be broken by this subtle sound, and then quickly returned to normal. Only the sparks flickered in the darkness, witnessing this critical moment.

"The torpedo parameters have been calibrated, and the rotation trajectory after shooting has been mapped." Louise stood tall, raised her hand to salute, and reported in a clear voice.

The predicted trajectory of the torpedo after launch was reflected in her purple pupils. The trajectory was like a ripple of death, slowly spreading in her eyes.

Horatio stood in front of the void sandbox of the Dark Vision, frowning slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the navigation paths of the Nicol and the Vicious Claw.

They were like two lurking beasts, attacking from both sides.

The Great Shark's battle barge, the Nicol, was gigantic.

But when sailing through the swirling gas clouds and dense asteroid belts, it was as quiet as a ghost.

It has a deflector shield, a holy relic unearthed by the Great Sharks. The shield is like an invisible guardian, gently wrapping the hull to prevent asteroids from scratching it.

At this moment, it is quietly and safely hiding in the middle of the asteroid belt, just like a shark preparing to hunt in the deep sea, slowly approaching its prey silently from the darkness, and every movement is full of deadly threats.

The Vicious Claw is like a swift and silent killer whale. As a warship, its power engine is much more advanced than that of a battle barge, so it has a faster speed.

It shuttled through the universe like a reddish-brown lightning. Its existence made the crew on the Tau warship feel a little uneasy, as if danger was approaching step by step.

At the same time, the Tau cruisers released carrier-based aircraft to conduct reconnaissance in the surrounding airspace. The fleet was still deploying its formation at full speed. Various commands and mechanical operation sounds were intertwined, breaking the brief tranquility of this area of ​​the universe.

"Commander, we have arrived at the target location. The warships that came to surrender to us are nearby. The Air caste pilots have confirmed it." A fire warrior stepped forward quickly, knelt on one knee, and reported respectfully.

"It's too quiet." The escaping commander muttered to himself as he looked at the surging gas clouds around him with his only remaining eye, a hint of confusion and vigilance on his face, as if a huge crisis was hidden beneath this seemingly calm surface.

"What did you say? Commander?" The Fire Warrior adjutant raised his head slightly, with a hint of confusion on his face.

"Get the information from Gu Visa who has surrendered to us, pick up the person and evacuate here directly." The commander of the commerce seizure operation said without hesitation with a stern look on his face.

"But...are we just going to give up on that precious attack ship sample?" The Tu clan's technical director looked reluctant, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Ensuring safety is the most important thing. The fate of this battleship can only be described as bad luck." The commerce-breaking commander shook his head helplessly, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

The E-110 'Red October' sped towards the Tau Empire warship. Because it was in Tau airspace and there were Tau warships around, Marko Shugos increased his speed without thinking, and the shadow field became ineffective as the speed increased.

In an instant, the Red October was exposed to everyone's eyes. The military green paint of the Baka fleet was particularly conspicuous, like a striking mark in the darkness.

On the epic.

"Captain, should we launch the torpedoes now?" an officer stepped forward and asked nervously.

He watched as the E-110 got closer and closer to the Tau warship, seemingly about to succeed.

"Wait a little longer." Horatio folded his arms across his chest, his eyes determined, staring closely at every move on the screen.
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The Red October was getting closer and closer to the Tau warships.

Harvey's anxious face was full of tension and confusion, but he believed that his captain would not make such an obvious mistake, so he swallowed the words "If not now, when?"

"Don't be impatient, Harvey, keep waiting." Horatio noticed Harvey's emotions, but he remained calm, and his eyes never left the warships of both sides, because he was waiting for the best time to come.

His strategy of delaying the order to attack caused some discussion among the officers on the bridge.

They whispered to each other, discussing in low voices whether the captain was making a big move or had other ideas.

But at this moment, only Horatio knew what he was waiting for.

When a Guardian-class cruiser that looked like the flagship of the Tau warships moved forward to connect with the slowed-down Red October, Horatio, who had been leaning on the command throne, suddenly sat up straight, and his eyes changed from calm to sharp, like a cheetah that had been ready for a long time and finally started to sprint.

"Now! Fire!" He raised his hand suddenly and his voice echoed throughout the bridge.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for his order. The torpedo launch compartment was already ready, waiting for this moment to come.

"Captain's order! All torpedoes fired!" The herald immediately shouted the order.

The slide covers of all the front and rear silos were quickly opened, and the torpedoes were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, scrambling to get out of the Epic's closed ship, like fish leaping into the water, rushing towards the vast sea of ​​stars and towards the enemies of the Emperor.

Horatio looked at the flying torpedo, raised the corners of his mouth confidently, and his eyes flashed with victory.

[It is difficult to fight two dogs, but when the lower bodies of the two dogs are connected together, it is much easier to fight.]
The traitor Marko Shugos put on a respectable new uniform, which he had looted from officers who opposed him throughout the ship.

Regardless of whether the talisman was inappropriate, at least it was a new set of clean clothes that didn't smell of alcohol! Just as he adjusted his collar and walked confidently towards the docking station, ready to board the ship of the Tau allies with the scroll.

His first mate hurried over, his face pale, and shouted: "Captain! Imperial torpedoes spotted!!!"

"What?" This news made Marco Shugus jump up unexpectedly. His eyes widened instantly, filled with fear. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and almost fell backwards.

"How is it possible... How could the Imperial Navy chase us here... Who is it... Who is this?!" He shouted incoherently, his face full of panic and confusion.

"Captain!" the first mate said bitterly, "Don't worry about who it is, just give the order quickly, what should we do?!"

"No, I want to go to the warship of the Tau allies first." Marko Shugus said without hesitation, his eyes flashing.

"But you are the captain?" The first mate was shocked and couldn't believe his ears.

"No, I won't go back even if I'm beaten to death. You! It's you! You take command of this rotten ship!"

Marko Shugus hurriedly took off his captain's badge and stuffed it into the first mate's hand.

“Ah???” The first mate’s eyes widened, dumbfounded by this dereliction of duty.

"Go! Get back to the command bridge!" the traitor shouted, "Get the docking station over before that! I want to board the ally's warship first!"

"Commander, the enemy has launched torpedoes! A total of six are coming towards us!" The radar detectorist shouted in panic to the commerce-breaking commander on the command platform.

The commander frowned, his face gloomy, "I can feel it..."

"Who did you sense?" asked the Fire Tribe warrior who served as the adjutant puzzledly.

"It's that familiar opponent, the ferocious and cunning wolf king!" He gritted his teeth angrily, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"Ah? Didn't he lose contact? How could that happen?" the adjutant looked surprised.

"He is traveling in the subspace and may appear in any place! Retrieve the dock immediately and have the entire fleet respond!" the commander gave the order decisively.

"Yes! Commander!" Squeak! The half-opened connection slowly closed again, as if rejecting the impending danger.

"Captain! Our allies have closed the docking port!"

"What?!" The traitor jumped up in shock again, his eyes widened and everything went dark before his eyes. "No! They can't do this to me! Let them open it! Let them open it! Let me in!"

"Communications are being interfered with! We can't get in touch with the other side!" the communications officer reported anxiously.

The traitor's pupils trembled, his legs went weak, and his body began to tremble slightly.

He knew well how ruthlessly the strictly disciplined Imperial Navy would treat traitors. If he fell into their hands, he would definitely not have a good ending!
"Then use flag signals! Use flag signals!" the traitor suddenly shouted, with a hint of despair in his voice.

"We don't have common flag signals to communicate with them!" The signal officer at the side interrupted him helplessly.

"There's no other way! We can only fight with all our strength! Stand up fast, Captain!" The people next to him pushed the man, but Marco Shugus sat down on the ground in a trance, with empty eyes, as if he had lost all his strength.

He had lost the courage to shoot his superior and the military supervisor: "We can only rely on ourselves. At this point, the Imperial Navy will not let us go!"

"Now that things have come to this, there's nothing we can do!" The people who were on the road of no return abandoned this cowardly man reeking of alcohol and rushed to the command bridge.

However, most of their well-trained officers were arrested for refusing to defect, and Marko Hugos selected replacements from among his own supporters.

Although these people decided to fight to the death under the fear of death, they did not have the professional qualities of professional officers. A group of makeshift teams forcibly boarded the command platform of the E-110 attack ship, which required high technology.

The severe shortage of personnel and unfamiliar combat skills pose a big problem to the battleship's combat efficiency.

(End of this chapter)