Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 610 06.0609: "Xiaomei and Xiaoshi (asking for monthly votes)"

The victorious Empire had no time to clean up the battlefield, discover valuable objects, and recover useful materials.

"Come and lend a hand!" The shouts of the boarding troops echoed in the cold air.

On the Red October, the ice that had existed due to psychic energy was now rapidly dissipating.

Without the support of that mysterious force, the ice layer disappeared without a trace like a dream bubble, without even a drop of water or smoke, as if it had never existed.

Everyone who participated in this operation was more or less affected by the psychic energy. Even though they were wearing heavy power armor or boarding armor, and were protected by the power of faith, many boarding personnel still suffered from frostbite caused by the extreme cold. The power of Alpha-class psychics was far beyond their ability to resist.

The infirmary was filled with the pure angels who had participated in the boarding.

Without exception, they all fell into a coma due to high fever. Each of them was sweating profusely and their heavy breathing was intertwined.

The temperature in the room rose sharply and became extremely hot. The air was filled with a unique scent mixed with the woman's breath and aromatherapy.

"How are they doing, Officer?"

Horatio didn't even have time to take off his power armor, so he held his helmet and quickly walked to the bed, looking anxiously at the unconscious Sister Arabella.

I saw that every breath she took was covered with white mist, and beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead like gushing spring water.

The ship's doctor was busy working nervously, giving each of them a glucose nutrient solution mixed with holy water to prevent their lives from dehydration. A group of preaching nuns stood by the wall, whispering prayers for the protection of the Emperor of God.

"The nuns are not psychics, they are just borrowers of the power of faith. The concentration of psychic energy on the Epic exceeds the limit of their physical endurance. They need some time to rest and recover slowly in their dreams." The court official looked solemn, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Will they die because of this?" Horatio's eyes flashed with a trace of uneasiness.

"If I don't get good care and treatment, yes. But there are a lot of medical supplies on the Epic that I haven't seen. Maybe there's something I can use."

Horatio looked the courtier in the eyes and instantly understood what she meant.

The alien medical supplies piled against the wall were the spoils he had plundered from an unfortunate prey.

"Well...thank you for your hard work, court official, for asking a nun of your level to do these things." Horatio nodded slightly, with a hint of apology in his tone.

It seemed that the court officials did not want to investigate his unauthorized use of alien materials. Horatio secretly thanked himself for the sisters on his ship who were from the considerate Holy Rose Congregation. If it were some fanatics, the topic would probably turn into a debate about whether to execute him on the spot or bring him back for trial.

"No matter their rank, they are all my sisters." The court officer's eyes revealed a hint of tenderness, "But Captain, you'd better check on the condition of your chief astropath. She doesn't look well. I will take care of the sisters first, and then go to help her."

"Thank you," Horatio whispered, turning and leaving the infirmary.

On the way to the Forbidden Demon Realm, Horatio's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to what happened in the Dark Sight.

The projection of the Lord of Mankind actually appeared directly in front of his eyes. Although this was extremely rare, it was enough to show how powerful the psychic power on the Epic was. It was so powerful that he had the honor of meeting the projection of the God-Emperor.

But from that brief conversation, he also deeply realized that psychic energy is not a good thing, it is a "medium" that can lead to the destruction of the world.

But now, the whole world is like a rotten apple with a mottled surface, full of holes.

When everyone is using psychic powers to gain an advantage for themselves, if you don't utilize the psychic power around you, you will undoubtedly fall behind in this brutal competition.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, thinking to himself: If he wants to win without relying on psychic power, then he must mobilize the entire empire's war potential to the maximum extent and use the unique advantage of "the vast ocean of human warfare" to win.

From ordinary soldiers to divine machines walking on the earth, to giant void ships soaring in the universe, the war machine called "Human Empire" must be fully operational.

This also means...

"I want to be a Warmaster"

An extremely inflated thought accompanied by an extremely dangerous word flashed through his mind like lightning.

In the Imperium of Man today, the term Warmaster has become a taboo due to the Horus Heresy.

But the word was passed down as a tradition. To this day, the commander of the army is still given the title of "Warmaster". To fulfill his mission as a check and balance, he must hold far greater power than the Sun Lord.

But in the extremely rigid human empire, this is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

The last Macharius who attempted to do so had been reduced to dry bones, leaving only an Astra Militarum heavy tank named after him as a commemoration of the existence of this great Sun Lord.

Humans are conservative and compromising, and the High Lords even more so.

If you ask them to open a window, they will refuse you without hesitation; but if the roof is about to be blown off, they may reluctantly allow you to open the window. If Horatio said he wanted to do this before the unprecedented crisis of the Great Rift, he would be ruthlessly killed by the High Lords Council.

But after the big rift opened up, the situation had reached a critical juncture of life and death, and the "roof" could be blown off at any time.

Then the High Lords' Council, who are desperate and have witnessed even Holy Terra being attacked by the Blood God's army, might agree to his plan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown, and his heart was tangled:

[Do I really want to sacrifice Cadia, Louise's hometown, and use its fall as lubricant to make the rusted gears of war across the empire start turning?]
Soon, he chuckled to himself again.

[What sacrifice? I think too highly of myself. Can I still decide whether Cardia can survive at this moment?
Chaos has deployed an unprecedented number of troops, numbering in the hundreds of millions, and Abaddon himself has come to the battlefield with the Spirit of Vengeance. Even with me, it is still unknown whether the Cadia line can be defended.]
Thinking of this, a stone in his heart finally fell.

If Cadia falls, this event will eventually become a beacon to warn all mankind of the coming of the End, allowing mankind to put aside all internal friction and devote themselves wholeheartedly to a united front against the disaster of the End.

'If I can't defend Cardia despite all my efforts in just ten years, I don't have to blame myself.

Then let's take a step back and let Cadia play its due value, become the lubricating oil that starts the war machine of the entire human empire, and let this ancient mechanical war beast start to operate.

Let all of humanity unite to fight against the galactic burning.'

Horatio stood in front of the Forbidden Demon Realm, and even through the heavy hatch, he seemed to feel a chill blowing towards him.

Hiss—the hatch slowly opened, making a dull sound.

The psychic girl was floating naked in the amniotic fluid jar. She was in her prime and should have been young, lively, beautiful and attractive. However, at this moment, she could only soak in the amniotic fluid jar, struggling to maintain her life.

She wore a breathing mask that could speak, her body was thin and frail, and her slender white limbs floated weakly like a jellyfish.

As if sensing someone coming in, the girl opened her eyes slightly, her eyes revealing weakness and fatigue.

"Captain..." Her weak voice came through the built-in sound array of the respirator, and it was particularly clear in the silent space.

"Are you feeling alright, Melon?" Horatio asked softly, concern in his tone.

"It's... uncomfortable. Did I complete your orders, Captain?"

"You did it better than I expected."

"That's really... great." There was a hint of relief in the girl's voice.

"This is indeed too dangerous for you." Horatio frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry.

"She...she wanted me to fully demonstrate my power."

"Who?" Horatio was puzzled, tilting his head slightly and staring at the girl.

"My friend... or... my other self?"

The girl usually lives in seclusion in the Forbidden Demon Realm and has almost no contact with anyone. Where would she have friends from?
Just as Horatio was about to order an investigation into who usually visited the Forbidden Demon Realm, the girl in the amniotic fluid jar widened her eyes slightly, raised her finger weakly, and pointed behind Horatio.

"Ok?"

Horatio turned immediately, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, but he saw nothing.

He quickly connected the neural plug to the slot under the tank and tried to retrieve the closed-circuit television to see who was so bold as to do this.

The moment the neural plug was connected, he saw the familiar girl with white hair and red eyes.

"Epic?" This scene was so incredible that he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Horatio's pupils suddenly constricted. "Wait?! The friend she was talking about is you? Why are you here? Aren't you a machine spirit? Can an Alpha-level psyker talk to you directly?"

Faced with Horatio's question, the white-haired, red-eyed girl's face remained expressionless, like a cold statue.

She walked slowly closer, so close that the ends of her hair almost touched his lips and teeth, and a mysterious breath came over him.

"Captain, are you about to leave me?" The Machine Soul Girl suddenly asked a question that Horatio had never considered before, her voice was ethereal and ethereal.

[Ah? Huh? Huh?!] Horatio was shocked and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

(End of this chapter)