Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 613 06.0612: "Gray Claw's Loyalty (asking for monthly votes)"

Horatio walked in alone, with no scent following him.

In the captain's private room in the official hall, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle at this time.

The dim light spread weakly around, making the entire space a little dim. The sound of people eating voraciously could be heard inside, which was out of tune with the gorgeous decoration.

Horatio calmly stepped in and sat down across from Neff, Chapter Master of the Ember Claws.

"Nice to meet you, Chapter Master." He grabbed a glass of wine from the table and said, "Congratulations on our victory against the xenos."

Horatio had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the sounds of the demigods feasting.

In front of him was the bald man, Neff, the commander of the Ash Claws, with several empty wine bottles placed in front of him, reflecting a dim light.

He and his warriors were like a group of hungry beasts and had consumed most of the wine stock on the Epic.

You know, the Epic's trek lasted nearly five months, and the total amount of wine consumed by the officers during that time was not as much as the amount consumed by the Gray Claws this time.

"I think you wouldn't mind if your 'good mercenary friend' who helps you in the battle drinks your wine."

Neff simply wiped the blue bloodstains on the power armor, but some remained in the difficult-to-wipe gaps. His body leaned heavily on the metal-reinforced chair. The metal reinforcement at the junction of the chair back could not bear the weight and he groaned in pain - fortunately he did not sit on the sofa, otherwise the expensive fabric would have to be scrapped due to being stained by the dirty alien blood.

[What a great way to eat and take, huh, huh, but I'm not afraid of you eating and taking, I'm afraid of you having no desires. ]
Horatio thought to himself, but with a casual smile on his face, he sat in front of the Chapter Master and his group of gorging warriors in a seemingly casual posture.

The way these warriors ate was so wild, as if they had not tasted food for tens of thousands of years.

Well, they were eating the few remaining stocks on the Epic for the voyage.

It seems that on the days of returning, as a captain, I can only fill my stomach with those strange blue rations of the Titanium.

“As guardians of the Divine Emperor’s territory, we should help each other perform our duties better.

If you don't mind, we are willing to offer high-quality food supplies to reward your regiment for its perseverance and dedication. "Horatio's words translated into human language means: "I hope to use wine and food as bargaining chips to discuss one more thing with you."

These nice words were not meant to flatter, Horatio would have communicated with Tiberius in a more direct way.

The predecessor of the Ash Claws was the Terran Raven Guard, descendants of slave owners of relatively noble origin. Even though they had become less formal than aristocrats during their ten thousand years of exile, they still remembered their past, just as their armor was still painted with the symbol of the Emperor's raptor.

——Horatio's sudden change of words was to convey a message to them: "I know the history of your chapter."

Neff was naturally a little surprised when he realized what was going on, but he didn't ask any more questions and just continued the conversation.

"The mortal servants aboard the Malevolent Claw will need these. We are not like some bandit warband that keeps its servants hungry for nine meals in three days."

As Chapter Master Neff spoke, he swallowed a meat pie made of minced meat in one gulp, and even sucked the remaining oil on the thumb of his armored hand a few times. "I wonder what else the Ash Claws can do to help the Imperial Navy?"

"During their campaigns in this area, the Ash Claws must have learned the coordinates of some nearby Mandeville Points?" Horatio leaned forward slightly, not avoiding Neff's scrutinizing gaze.

"I know." Neff responded briefly, without any change in expression on his face, and continued to eat voraciously.

"I am not asking for your assistance in the name of the Imperial Navy. Instead, I am asking you to transmit these beacons to us as a private partnership. I need to use these beacons to calculate the shortest jump route." Horatio sat up straight and crossed his hands on his chest.

"It's fair to exchange the Mandeville Point beacon information for your drinks. Is there anything else?" Neff asked, putting down his glass.

"Working with you is more pleasant than I thought." He laughed first, then said: "You are obviously also serving the Emperor's cause. It is not difficult to prove your loyalty. Why don't you return to the Empire?" Horatio tilted his head slightly, with a hint of curiosity on his face.

"Crow King Corax is dead."

Neff slammed the wine glass onto the golden tabletop. The collision between the wine glass and the tabletop made a crisp sound. His eyes revealed a trace of anger and sadness. "Without his order, we will never return. Never."

[Tsk, what a stubborn and arrogant person.]
Horatio complained in his heart, but his face was not smiling. Then he raised the corner of his mouth for business and said, "What if I tell you that the Crow King is not dead?"

? !
Neff and the soldiers who were proud of the former 18th Company of the Raven Guard looked at each other in shock and confusion.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" a soldier said loudly with his eyes wide open.

"Yes! If the Crow Lord is not dead! How could he not care about his own offspring!" Another warrior also echoed, seeming a little excited.

[If it was someone else from the Empire, they would definitely not know, but you met me, a time traveler, so the information gap is huge. Yeah, there's hope!]
Horatio thought to himself, looking at the Gray Claws' shocked and uncertain expressions, he knew that these warriors had room to maneuver.

Just like how he had controlled Farida when he first came to this world. He chuckled and said, "In fact, the Raven King travels alone in the Warp, tirelessly hunting down the corrupted Primarch named Lorgar, vowing to find and kill him."

When these words came out, the Gray Claws were stunned.

"That sounds like something he would do."

After a long moment, a Gray Claw warrior muttered something, but Neff quickly raised his hand and clenched his fist, signaling his men to be quiet.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes as he stared at Horatio.

"Why should we believe you?" Neff asked coldly.

[The confidence of a gambler is that even if he only has 50 yuan in his hand, he will still bet on someone else's million! Having confidence may not necessarily lead to success, but without confidence, it will definitely not lead to success!]
The smile on Horatio’s face became more confident, he straightened his back and said: “Because I can afford to give you the gene seeds and full set of weapons and equipment you want.

I am descended from the family line of the legendary Admiral Speyer of the Gothic Fleet, and I am the only heir of the family.

You should understand, under normal circumstances, how a Navy lieutenant commander like me, holding so much gene seed, should be dealt with."

"I also want to ask you, why do you have gene seeds? And so many of them?" Neff looked at Horatio suspiciously, but did not dare to show his suspicion too much. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"I am carrying out a secret mission related to the Raven King!" Horatio raised his mouth with success. (The speech begins)
"I am the descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer and a trustworthy person in the Imperial Fleet. Therefore, the High Lords Council has entrusted me with an important mission.

That is why I am commanding the Epic, a one-of-a-kind custom-built warship with optical cloaking modules and warp drives, on this secret mission, with Sisters of Battle and Inquisitors aboard - you are no doubt aware of their attitude towards traitors."

Neff tried to find clues of lying from Horatio's demeanor and micro-expressions. Astarte's senses could carefully observe the other person's breathing, eyes, heartbeat, sweat volume, etc., like a lie detector, but he failed.

Seeing that the Chapter Captain didn't see the problem, the Gray Claws looked at each other, suddenly realizing that the mortal in front of them was of some importance.

[I have not admitted that what I said before has anything to do with the gene-seed on board. You can't blame me if you make that connection yourself.]
The smile on Horatio's face became more and more confident, but only he knew that he was holding back his laughter.

"As for what my mission is, I have nothing to tell you, but you can ask Brother Korchagin, the honorary sergeant of the Raven Guard, for confirmation. What I say is absolutely true."

As Horatio spoke, he shook his head slightly. "Although I have nothing else to say, think carefully, under what circumstances can such a large number of Raven Guard gene seeds be provided at one time?" (Eloquence++)

In front of this group of "country bumpkins" who had been away from the imperial political arena for thousands of years, Horatio performed a perfect show. The most perfect trap would allow the prey to walk into it by themselves without the need to drive or lure them.

Now, the Gray Claws couldn't sit still anymore.

Their eyes revealed excitement and anticipation, and their bodies leaned forward slightly, as if they were waiting for some important news.

"Then where is Corax? Why didn't he call us back in person?" Neff asked the question in a leisurely tone, but the question itself revealed his state of mind.

"The Raven Lord still hunts in the Warp.

We have no power to stop the Primarch's will, and it is impractical to find one in the Warp, but he will return."

As Horatio spoke, he smiled slyly, with a calculating look in his eyes:
"If you stop attacking Imperial assets and warships and only strike at those shameful traitors.

Then, I, a senior officer of the Imperial Navy, Father Lati of the Mechanicus, Inquisitor Perru, the agent of the Emperor, and Brother Korchagin, the Honorable Sergeant of the Raven Guard, will serve as witnesses to prove to the Raven King in many ways when he returns that you are now worthy of the name of the descendants of Corax. Based on your understanding of him, will he be willing to give you a chance? "

One of the reasons they were exiled by Corax was their attitude towards mortals. Now, if there are mortals willing to testify for them, their hope of gaining the Primarch's forgiveness will greatly increase.

"Are you serious? Are you willing to help us gain the forgiveness of our father, the Raven King?"

"I swear in the name of the Emperor, and I will never lie, because I believe that the Ash Claw has a sincere heart."

Neff filled the glass in his hand and raised it to Horatio. The Gray Claws around him also put down their food and drinks and stood up straight.

"From now on, you are our friend of the Ash Claw, and any Ash Claw battle brother will treat you with courtesy.

In return and as insurance, as long as we can reach the airspace within the Ultramarine, as long as you call for the assistance of the Ash Claws through the Star Language Certificate we agreed on, we will do our best to get there!"

But Neff smiled slyly: "But you have to reimburse us for the fuel and ammunition we used to support you."

Horatio responded with a hearty smile: "Of course, as the descendant of Admiral Speyer and the heir of the heroes of Holy Terra, I can not only reimburse all your travel expenses, but also provide you with new weapons and equipment like today - and drinks!"

"Okay, let's drink this glass of wine! I hope you and I will kill traitors in the future to show our loyalty. When the Crow King returns, we will go to the capital from the Ghoul Star Region to serve the emperor!" (Great success in eloquence)
Horatio also raised his glass, a victorious smile on his face, and clinked it heavily with Neff's glass, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)