Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 626 06.0625: "Deadly Air Raid"

"We're exposed. Increase power immediately. How long will it take to reload the stern torpedoes?" The captain's voice was hurried and cold. His eyes were fixed on the empty sand table, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Three minutes at the fastest," replied Fideo, the chief of weapons and torpedo officers.

Horatio stared at the empty sand table, his fingers turning white from exertion tapping unconsciously on the control panel, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing anxiety and determination.

"Liaison officer, contact the entire first squadron directly and ask them to fire torpedoes to cover us! We need their coordinated support!" Horatio turned around abruptly and looked at the liaison officer, his eyes full of unquestionable determination.

"Yes! Send the message immediately and connect E-99, E-103..." The liaison officer responded quickly, his fingers moving rapidly on the console.

In the void, the darkness was as deep as an endless abyss, cold and silent.

"Report to the Admiral! We have detected an abnormal situation!" The Lord Captain hurriedly jumped onto the command platform three steps at a time again, with excitement and nervousness that were difficult to conceal on his face.

"The auxiliary battleships in the enemy's main fleet were destroyed!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"I can see it." The man's face was serious and his voice was low and powerful.

Admiral Samuel Hood, who was on the battleship Cardinal Bolas, stood tall in front of the command desk, watching the unusual information flashing on the screen in front of him.

His brows, which had been furrowed all the time, finally relaxed a little, and a hint of imperceptible relief flashed in his eyes.

On the screen in front of him, without warning, six torpedoes burst out from the lower abdomen of the enemy's largest battleship, the Explorer-class ship that the Tau cherished and were proud of.

The light rose rapidly upwards like a strange star that suddenly lit up in the dark night.

But in the blink of an eye, even more brilliant balls of fire were ignited, and the nuclear explosion created three huge fireballs under the huge and majestic hull, like the open bloody mouth of a devil.

The shattered fragments were blown away by the violent shock wave of the explosion, drawing irregular tracks in the void.

Almost at the same time, the long and thick hull of the Explorer-class ship broke into two parts in the middle.

Originally, the three torpedoes did not completely break the keel, but the Explorer-class immediately performed evasive maneuvers when it discovered the torpedoes. Although the bulky hull managed to avoid one torpedo, the parts of the hull that were hit by the other three torpedoes were already fragile and were then completely broken under the thrust of the maximum output of its own engine.

In short, it committed suicide.

Admiral Samuel Hood's green eyes, which were exactly the same as Farida's, turned slightly to the side, revealing a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

The giant ship named "Guard" was also making emergency evasive maneuvers.

But the projection area under its hull was too large. Even if it tried its best to make an emergency maneuver, the two torpedoes were like spears thrown from the bottom of the sea, still rushing straight into the whale's belly with great momentum.

One of them was intercepted by the dense close-in defense artillery fire below. The reaction speed of the alien artificial intelligence was indeed remarkable. The artillery fire streaked through the void like a meteor, instantly submerging the torpedo in a sea of ​​flames.

But the other one took advantage of the flames of the explosion and shot out from the flames. When the close defense fire locked it, it was only five seconds away from hitting. Everything was too late.

The torpedo hit the gravity grappling hook on the belly of the Guardian-class aerospace carrier, and a mounted destroyer along with the hook plate was blown into pieces of varying sizes, and the wreckage flew everywhere in the void.

Four out of six hits.

[This guy is really brave! How many people dare to launch a torpedo at such a huge risk?]
Admiral Samuel Hood thought to himself, with a look of admiration and worry in his eyes.

After being amazed, he saw a large number of screen ships rushing towards the place where the torpedoes were launched.

Those screen ships rushed forward madly like piranhas smelling blood.

They fired missiles, which streaked through the void with long flames. But as the Epic added more power, the missiles missed the target, and one after another passed over the slender ship and exploded at the front of the Epic.

The flames from the explosion illuminated the Epic's hull, revealing its slender and grim outline.

Although the Epic was not hit, its true form was revealed at this time.

It floats quietly in the void, exuding a dangerous and mysterious aura.

"Send a message to the captain." Samuel Hood ordered majestically, and his voice echoed in the command cabin.

"Prepare to execute an order I just issued to him." His eyes were firm, revealing his absolute confidence in the order.

"But Admiral, that order... We are already the lead ship in the front." The lord's captain looked confused, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and carefully advised the stern commander.

His hands unconsciously clenched in front of him and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"See that? That's our battleship!" Admiral Samuel Hood pointed his finger at the Epic on the screen, his eyes full of unquestionable determination. The Lord Captain turned around and took a look.

"God Emperor above!"

He said in astonishment, his eyes wide as bells.

"When did she show up there?" His voice was filled with disbelief.

That attack ship did have the Gothic Fleet's unique dark green paint scheme and was a warship under the Gothic Fleet.

It hovers there quietly, like a hunter hidden in the darkness.

Just as it surprised the Tau people, the Epic's tricky position also shocked the Imperial Navy.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Is this the latest type of attack ship? How did she get to that place?" someone whispered.

"Wait, that ship seems to be the attack ship E-96! Is her captain the missing Lieutenant Commander Horatio Cochrane? The dreaded Void Wolf King, is he still alive?!" another voice shouted with surprise.

"The divination is true... the bloodline of Spyr, he will return like lightning." Someone murmured to himself, his tone full of awe.

"But he is now under concentrated fire." This sentence was like a heavy hammer, making everyone's mood heavy again.

"God-Emperor, please do not let us be witnesses to the death of Speyer's only bloodline." The personnel on the bridge began to pray, while others began to estimate the possibility of survival for the Epic. Their voices intertwined, full of piety and worry.

On the Epic, torpedoes exploded all over the ship and the entire ship was shaking violently.

The refined golden dragon bone let out a shrill wail, like the roar of a wounded beast.

In order to facilitate the attack and increase the torpedo inventory, it was designed to be too long, so that its width could only bear the maximum load brought by the maximum turning radius, and it could not withstand the swaying in the shock wave. If you are not careful, you will suffer the same fate as the Explorer-class ship - being broken in the middle.

Many people felt as if they were walking in the belly of a charging whale, their bodies swaying from side to side as the ship swayed.

Some people tightly grasped the handrails beside them, their knuckles turning white from the effort; others fell to the ground, crawling with difficulty while rolling back and forth on the floor.

Unseen by people, the bolts on the condenser tube of the subspace engine had come off the shaft.

The condenser tube shook slightly, making a slight creaking sound, as if foreshadowing the impending crisis.

The First Attack Squadron urgently released torpedoes to cover the Epic, but even the stupidest orc would not fall into the same pit twice. If there was, it must be a fart spirit!

The Tau screen ships intensified their attacks on the Epic while evading and intercepting a new round of torpedoes.

Due to the long distance and the enemy's long-standing preparation, the torpedo did not achieve any results, but forcing the enemy warships to disperse did buy the Epic a little breathing space.

But the breath was not even half uttered.

"The enemy's Manta carrier-based aircraft squadron is attacking!!" The sharp alarm instantly broke the noise inside the ship.

"Hold on tight, increase speed! Prepare for impact!" The captain's order was given quickly.

The Epic pulled out chemical smoke and did a rapid drift in full view of the public, dragging the thick smoke.

The ship drew a strange arc in the air, like a giant python shuttling through the smoke.

"I got you! Bastard! I will have the honor of sinking you!" the Air caste pilot shouted angrily.

Their mother ship was destroyed by the Epic, with their family, friends, and every memory of their years of service on board.

Fortunately, they can still take revenge. As long as they observe the dynamics of the smoke, it is easy to find out the approximate source of the smoke and its direction.

How could anyone be so foolish as to think that a smoke screen could conceal such a long ship? It was ridiculous.

"Drop the bomb! Make him pay."

Following the squadron leader's order, the pilots raised their thumbs and pressed the blue button to drop the bombs. Rows of dark blue bombs mounted under the wings started their propulsion engines and rushed into the thick smoke on the plane below.

The bomb, with a long tail of flame, streaked through the air like a meteor and flew towards the spine of the Epic ship below.

(End of this chapter)