Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 643 06.642: "Surprise Attack on D'Anoi Bay (Part )"

Soon, as the Tau warship slowly lifted the plane upwards, the Epic finally found a glimmer of hope.

Horatio stared at the neural plugs snaking out from behind him, the overloaded current hissing at the nodes, as if sparks might burst out at any time.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were tightly gripping the fine gold armrests, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The Epic's steering gear was urgently adjusted upward, and the bow of the ship also quickly rose.

A sharp and piercing noise forced its way into everyone's ears, even louder than fingernails scratching a blackboard. It was the crash barriers around the bridge rubbing violently against the gates, sparks flying in an instant.

Then, there was a roar like a monster coming from the sea. Amid the teeth-grinding friction sound, the Epic began to shake violently all over.

This high-frequency friction vibration was extremely sharp, like nails scratching on a blackboard, making the crew's teeth chatter.

Unsecured items inside the ship fell one after another, hitting the deck with a bang. The crew members fled in panic, forced to play a difficult dodgeball game.

Fortunately, this bad situation did not last long, and the bayonet blade still squeezed in through the narrow gap.

Horatio raised his head suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he saw a dazzling blue light, which was the dazzling ray shining from the dome of this semi-enclosed starport.

"The ship's position is being dispatched. (Tai language)" A hollow female voice penetrated the glass and echoed inside the ship, the voice was cold and mechanical.

Horatio frowned slightly and turned to look at Archie, who was now staring with wide eyes and a look of amazement: "God Emperor, there are too many ships here."

Horatio followed his gaze and saw hundreds of Tau ships neatly moored in front of him. Every moment, streamlined ships were moving in and out of their berths in an orderly manner with the help of indicator lights and guidance signals. The scene was spectacular and orderly.

"I saw it! The target is there!"

Louise, who was standing on the observation deck, suddenly shouted loudly. She stretched out her arm excitedly and pointed her finger at the giant aerospace ship located in the giant dry dock in the core of the star port.

It is quietly parked in the center of the circle, like a sleeping giant.

Tens of thousands of drones swarmed around the ship, buzzing as they busily performed maintenance and inspection work. From a distance, they looked like little birds cleaning mosquitoes for the giant beast.

Thanks to these hardworking little guys, the Tau warships can always be repaired quickly.

Unlike Imperial ships, when repairing they had to tighten every screw manually and pray again with nano-aromatherapy, devoutly soothing and praying to the machine spirit.

But the empire's cumbersome procedures certainly had their uses.

"Please proceed to the V'ri, berth 3423#7. (Tau language)" the broadcast voice sounded again.

"The free-riding part ends here." Horatio sighed slightly, then raised his voice and shouted seriously: "Laddie! Turn on the vertical stabilization gyro!"

Under the adjustment of the gyroscopic automatic rudder, the Epic slowly raised the bayonet that was lying flat, as if ready to stab into the enemy's chest at any time, exuding a fierce momentum.

On board the ship.

"It's nice talking to you. Goodbye." After Thei got enough information from the technician, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a bright smile, and then she put on her helmet again gracefully.

"Okay, goodbye. I hope I can work with you next time." The Qi clan technician showed just the right amount of reluctance on his face and replied in a decent tone.

Thei just smiled softly and didn't give any response.

She walked with light steps to an empty corner, looked around vigilantly, then reached out and twisted the rosary on her body.

Whoosh!
Her body disappeared instantly.

After a brief feeling of stepping on empty air, the combat boots slammed heavily on the familiar deck in front of him, causing Thei to stagger for a moment before he managed to keep his balance and landed lightly on the ground with the second step.

"Welcome back, Miss Thei, how is it going?" a voice sounded in her ear.

"Well, the radar operator's eyes never left me from beginning to end." Thei held her helmet, a sly smile on her face and a cunning light in her eyes. She didn't say how she did it.

Horatio narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely feeling that things might not be as simple as he intuitively thought. After all, the Titanium people did not seem to be susceptible to seduction.

With Thei's beautiful appearance, she could indeed capture the hearts of most human men with normal aesthetic tastes just by smiling and waving her fingers. However, as an alien race, the aesthetic concepts of the Titans are very different from those of humans.

"Besides that, I got some information that might interest you."

Thei stepped forward and handed Horatio his little notebook.

She held her helmet under her armpit, looking heroic. After handing the notebook to him, she pointed to the magnificent porthole in front of her and said with a smile: "This is the largest military port of the Tau Empire in the entire star zone. Our hunting target will be able to complete the inspection and return to the battlefield in less than six days.

They tried to take the initiative again to regain the initiative in the battle with the Imperial Navy. This was most likely a heavy attack so that after a victory, the two sides would return to a stalemate on the front line.

In this way, they can stabilize this front while dealing with the reckless greenskin invasions in other worlds and continue to implement their third expansion plan."

"We won't let them succeed, Thei."

Horatio stared at the Guardian-class aerospace carrier, the glory of the Tau fleet, which was undergoing the final stage of maintenance in the berth, and said, "This act of stealing the territory of the Divine Emperor must be curbed! Every inch of land stolen by the aliens is an insult to the Imperial Navy and disrespect to the Divine Emperor!" As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and then shouted, "Weapons Department, check the torpedoes. At this crucial moment, there must be no duds. First Captain, issue a Level 1 combat alert order!"

"Yes, Captain. Lower torpedo room, this is the weapons department, immediately begin checking and maintaining the torpedoes, and prepare for preheating." A response came from the communicator.

Chirp-chirp--the sharp and long sound of the red alarm echoed within the hull of the Epic.

"Battle alert! Battle alert! All personnel, take your battle positions! All personnel, take your battle positions!" The sharp alarm, accompanied by a rapid red warning light, instantly echoed throughout the ship.

The crew members, who had been struggling in the previous maneuver and had engine oil all over their bodies and faces, suddenly turned serious from their originally panicked expressions when they heard the instructions coming from the sound array above their heads.

The lower torpedo room, which had been silent, suddenly became active.

"Did you hear that? Check the torpedoes!" the boatswain shouted with his face flushed.

"Hey, boys, did you see that? There are alien warships everywhere!"

Old man Joe grinned, revealing his smoke-yellow teeth. He put his greasy arms on his two sons' shoulders, pointed out the porthole and said, "Our boss wants to do something big."

"Dad, do you think we can get out alive?" The eldest son was a little nervous, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his voice trembled slightly: "This is the enemy's lair."

"Oh, what can we do now that we're inside? Go, change into protective clothing, grab a wrench, and remember to bring two more compressed oxygen tanks. If you die, you can ascend to the Golden Throne and enjoy happiness. It's no big deal."

Old man Qiao raised his hand, kicked each of his two sons on the buttocks, and sent them to change equipment. He sat on the torpedo, took out the corn pipe that had been used for who knows how long and had turned gray and black from his pocket, stuffed the remaining tobacco from the torn pocket into it, and started smoking.

“Well, at least there’s some good stuff left.

If I don't draw it out, it will rot in my pocket after I die, which is a waste." He muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and looked at the large number of enemy ships busy passing outside with his wrinkled old eyes, revealing a hint of complexity.

After taking two deep puffs, he started coughing violently, his body shaking violently: "Oh, I'll use this military pay to buy some good stuff to smoke when I go back. Cough cough! If I keep smoking these, I'll live at least thirty years less..." He slowly got up from the torpedo with great effort, patted the maintenance fluid stuck on his butt, and walked slowly towards the equipment depot.

The sound array above kept echoing the orders from the bridge: "All damage control teams on the ship should immediately put on their equipment and stand by at their respective duty points! Repeat! All damage control teams on the ship should immediately put on their equipment..."
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"Captain, our ship is ready! Other friendly ships have sent reports that they have found their respective targets. Coordinated shooting will begin in the last five minutes!"

Horatio stared at the countdown on his pocket watch, leaned on the backrest of the command throne, and said slowly: "Five minutes left. Hurry up and enjoy these last five minutes of peace."

The Epic is due east, in the airspace 6470 kilometers away.

On the quietly dormant attack ship E-99, Major Kretschmer's eyes were sharp as he watched closely a ship that had just come out from Mandeville Point and was heading towards the port.

"This is our target. Prepare to launch the torpedoes." He glanced at the hanging ship bell, then raised the telescope and carefully performed the final calibration: "Final calibration time."

"Torpedoes ready to launch!!"

The slide cover slowly opened, and two torpedoes lay quietly in the silo, emitting a cold metallic luster.

"Three minutes left for action!"

According to the order of the commander of the operation, Horatio, they disabled the enemy ship instead of killing it instantly, so that they could send out a distress signal.

In this way, the distress signals sent out in succession from all directions caused chaos in the enemy's command, causing the enemy to split its forces to the greatest extent, thus creating an opportunity for the Epic's fatal blow.

Otherwise, given the Epic's position, it would be almost impossible to launch a torpedo outside the safe detonation distance of the torpedo. Once launched, the many enemy ships in the starport would be able to react quickly and destroy the torpedo and the Epic together.

That would be foolish suicide.

"Countdown 10 seconds!"

"10!"

"9!"

"8..."

On the command bridge of every warship, everyone took a deep breath at the same time, their expressions solemn.

"May the great Emperor bless us, bless the officers and soldiers on the Epic, bless the descendants of Spyr, use the light of righteousness to guide our way forward, and grant us the supreme power to destroy the treacherous aliens..." Sister Arabella clasped her hands together and prayed her final prayer before the battle.

"3!"

"2!"

At the last moment of the action, everyone calmed down and faced calmly everything that was about to happen.

"Torpedo launch!!!"

laugh!
Throughout the airspace, multiple torpedoes appeared simultaneously from five completely different directions, their wakes cutting through and illuminating the silent and dark void, speeding towards their respective targets.

(End of this chapter)