Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 609 06.0608: "The End of the Opponent (asking for monthly votes)"

Horatio suddenly opened his eyes, and cold air poured into his rusty-smelling trachea. He looked around and found that he was still in the cabin. It seemed like he had just had a long dream, and this dream gave him a splitting headache.

The biting psychic wind howled through the silent cabin of the Red October.

“…My head…hurts…” He covered his head which felt like it had been hit by a war hammer and tried to sit up straight.

With every breath he took, clouds of thick white mist rolled out from his mouth, which quickly condensed into water droplets on the inside of his cold mask.

Horatio turned his head with difficulty and looked at the girl beside him.

The girl's body was shaky, as if a slight breeze could blow her down.

Her face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and her lips were slightly purple from the cold.

"Melon?" Horatio called softly. Fortunately, his iron hands did not lose strength, so he was able to move himself to the psychic, and then gently embraced the girl's fragile body.

The analyzer on his helmet flickered with a cold light. The Thinker's preliminary analysis showed that the girl had gone into shock and only maintained the most basic vital signs, which were very weak. The flame of her life was like a candle swaying in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

Below the command bridge is a silvery-white world of ice.

Valina stood in the aura of the power of faith, looking at the crystal clear yet extremely cold frost around her. She couldn't help but shudder and muttered to herself, "It's so cold... I'm afraid only the people of Valhalla would like this environment."

She slowly took off the respirator mask on her face, and instantly, a biting chill hit her face.

The skin exposed outside the respirator had already been frozen and cracked. The cracks were like a long-dried riverbed on the earth, which was shocking to the eye.

She subconsciously touched it lightly with her finger, and the piercing pain instantly spread throughout her body.

After hesitating for a moment, she carefully put away the red beret that she cherished so much, and then she put on the helmet obediently to avoid further damage to her skin.

Louise stood aside, looking around curiously. She slowly reached out her hand and gently touched the frost that stopped abruptly at the edge of the blessing range.

The frost looked as shiny and transparent as a diamond, but when pressed it was unexpectedly hard, like a mysterious substance from another world.

She turned around and walked towards Sister Arabella, who was standing there motionless, to thank her: "Sister Arabella, thank you for your help--"

Halfway through her speech, Louise suddenly realized something was wrong, because Sister Arabella, who had always been rude, did not react at all.

"Nun?" Louise was startled, walked quickly forward, and took off her helmet.

"What's wrong with you?!" Louise was shocked by what was happening under the nun's helmet.

"Uh..." Sister Arabella breathed weakly, her whole body seemed to be steamed by sweat, her face was red, and she was still mumbling weakly. Listening carefully, it was a prayer to the God-Emperor.

"God, who knows what's going on?" Louise gently laid Sister Arabella flat, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that was pouring down her forehead, trying to make her feel better.

However, Sister Arabella had fallen into an unconscious state and did not respond to Louise's actions.

"Captain! Something happened! Sister Arabella is unconscious!" Louise shouted anxiously, her voice echoing in the empty space.

"I know that other Angels of Purity have encountered similar situations, and Melon's situation is not good either! We must immediately organize a retreat and bring them back."

Horatio held the unconscious Astropath girl tightly in his arms, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

He looked at the unconscious pure angels who were carried on the shoulders of the Hell's Vanguards on the left and right, and his heart was filled with worry.

Then he looked down at the lines on the unconscious girl's skin that looked like flowing magma, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared. At the same time, he also had a preliminary understanding of the power of Alpha-level psychics.

No wonder the Star Torch Court does not recognize the existence of fully controllable Alpha-class psychics. Her power instantly froze the entire 1.2-kilometer attack ship. He believed that this was not Melon's full strength. But a greater power was obviously not something they could withstand. It would be an unimaginable disaster.

"Captain." Valina sent a communication, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue but unable to conceal her excitement, "We found the body of the traitor, and I have taken the information from him. It has been confirmed that it is the lost manuscript." "Mission accomplished, retreat immediately. Archie, how is the void battle going?" Horatio asked hurriedly, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Just as you arranged, we have dealt a heavy blow to the Tau commerce raiding fleet and almost wiped it out. Except for a few small frigates that are fleeing, all the enemy's large ships have suffered heavy damage. We won." Archie's voice was full of joy and pride.

Then, he looked at the new round of torpedoes launched, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "At this moment, we are bringing an end to the enemy flagship."

On the Tau frigate flagship, the command deck was in ruins, with melted metal dripping from above.

Ignoring the burning pain in his body, the commerce-breaking commander knelt heavily on the deck that was scorched by the flames. There was a sizzling sound where his knees touched the deck, as if telling of his unwillingness.

He stood straight, facing the direction of his home world, but his eyes showed complete relief.

This relief is actually a kind of emptiness as if one's heart is dead, because all the glory and honor that one once had has turned into nothing.

Once upon a time, he commanded the famous commerce-breaking fleet, attacked and harassed the Empire's shipping routes, and brought several major victories to the southern expansion of the Tau Empire. How glorious he was at that time.

But now, he has lost three times in a row to this sudden opponent, and each time made him feel extremely humiliated.

He looked indifferently at the shattered and burning wreckage outside the porthole. This time the failure was the most complete. He destroyed all his fleets, the reputation he had built through brave fighting, and destroyed the commerce-breaking fleet he was proud of. His once proud heart was now filled with regret and self-blame.

"Fifty years on earth are like a dream and an illusion."

He silently recited a poem with a dead heart, and slowly placed his four cobalt blue fingers on the sword at his waist. His movements were slow and heavy, as if the sword carried the weight of his life.

His armor was neatly removed and folded beside his thighs, and he was only wearing a thin layer of light clothes.

"It is but a tiny thing. Looking at the world, it is like a dream."

He recited a long poem quietly, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed. The blade flashed with a cold light in the dim light.

His adjutant was standing below the stage organizing the evacuation. He looked at the traitor commander who had drawn his sword on the stage, bowed deeply with a painful expression, and bid farewell to this former Tau Sea Wolf hero.

"Let life take its toll."

The blade of his sword was pointed at his abdomen. His hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes were full of determination.

"Entering Nirvana is just around the corner..."

Puff! The commander bit his teeth in pain, and slashed the knife handle to the right. Blue blood immediately soaked his clothes.

"Evacuate quickly!" The surviving crew members in the distance were rushing to the docking station to board the frigate.

However, the giant shark gnashing its teeth and sucking blood in the void discovered this tiny prey, then turned around and crashed into the flagship docking station.

"Enemy ships are attacking!"

"Run!"

The crew members who had just boarded the ship ran back to the flagship, even though both options would result in death.

boom!
The impact crushed the tiny Tau frigate. Then the Nicol made a high-energy turn to get out of the way - the torpedo tail flame fired by the Epic was like a meteor streaking through the sky, bringing the final judgment.

The explosion of the torpedo that hit the flagship illuminated the hull of the Nicol, and a raging fire broke out on the command bridge of the commerce-breaking flagship. The flames licked everything on it hungrily, leaving an afterimage on the body of the commerce-breaking commander.

And this last afterimage was turned into powder with the serial explosions of the ship and disappeared into the endless darkness of the universe.

(End of this chapter)