Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 736 07.735: "You, woman, really make me happy! (Seeking monthly votes!)"

Suddenly, Thei changed the subject.

"Although the traitors did not find what they wanted, they have discovered Lati's secret research station."

"What?! How's Letty?" Horatio and Sister Arabella glanced at each other quickly, worry written all over their faces.

"She told me to go out this secret door and get help. We estimated that the Imperials were above us, and then what you just saw happened.

The enemy leader, a wizard named Wukani, sent his most capable subordinate to hunt me down. Well, the most capable subordinate in the past, he now has to give this title back to others. "

Thei glanced at the charred, curled-up corpse on the ground and said with a hint of smile.

"That doesn't sound good. Do you know the shortest way to get to the research station?"

"Of course." Thei nodded and pointed in a direction.

"Then the reinforcements you were looking for have arrived. Although we don't have Astartes or heavy armor, we do have enough loyal soldiers."

"That's enough. We must rush to her side immediately without delay."
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During the journey, Horatio and Thei exchanged the information they had collected.

"The enemy is mainly composed of Thousand Sons Rubric Warriors and a large number of Chaos mortal rebels. The rebels' morale is low, and the frequent disappearances in the underground have made the rebels panic.

According to my reconnaissance, those seemed to be the original guardians of this tomb - a group of Necrons.

However, these undeads are very strange, completely different from the common cases I have seen in books, and more like a rare variant called "Flayers."

"We have seen this on the way here." Horatio said, "These undeads are infected with a curse called 'Landugol Virus'."

"They are much more interesting than regular Necrons. Regular Necrons are just like blockheads, not much different from the Rubric Warriors. On the contrary, these 'Flayers' are very creative, and I find them very interesting."

"It won't be funny until you see them tearing the skin off a living person piece by piece."

"Isn't this even more interesting? They can actually decorate themselves!" Thei's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Uh... well, from your perspective, they are indeed quite interesting."

After Horatio was choked, he looked at the female inquisitor in hunting clothes and thought, she is Thei, who has been accompanied by specimens emitting the smell of formaldehyde since she was a child. To her, things that are strange and terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people are exactly her interests.

"But I must say that I would never keep a Flayer on my ship."

"What about containment?"

"Containment is out of the question. What if it gets into the ventilation ducts on my ship? I won't take any risks."

Before Horatio traveled through time, he had watched works such as "Resident Evil" and "Jurassic Park". He knew very well that the final result of control and imprisonment often meant failure of containment.

He didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Thei pouted slightly and said, "Well, then I hope you can provide me with something more interesting to divert my attention.

It is said that a great man once said, 'When you prohibit something, you must provide something more interesting, something to entertain them.' Even more anciently, there were people who believed that governing a country was "bread and circuses."

After saying that, she tapped her lips lightly and smiled slyly.

"If you are obedient enough, I will consider catching you an Eldar as an alien pet."

"Hmm, really?" Upon hearing the word "eldar", Thei's bright eyes widened and he said with interest.

She tried many ways to collect a specimen of the Eldar, but all ended in failure.

Now, there is only one dark elf head in her house, quietly soaking in plasticizer for her to observe and study.

"My next step is to head to the Calixis sector. It has been plagued by these aliens for years. As long as we go deep enough, we will eventually encounter them.

Then, I can help you catch one and let you conduct experiments on the ship, or even dissect it."

Horatio thought to himself, "Even if the Eldar escape, at least they won't cause as much damage as the Flayers, right? At least their brains still have something else in mind besides craving for flesh and blood."
"Hehe~ It seems that you can still say something that can make girls' eyes light up." Tei poked his waist lightly with her elbow.

"You help me and I'll help you, mate."

Thei smiled knowingly and said, "Isn't it 'comrades'?" She lowered her voice and said, "We are the founders of the 'National Salvation Alliance'. The name 'partners' sounds like a university club, but we are a faction, a community of interests."

Horatio felt a little surprised by Thei's speech.

"That's right, Comrade Thei."

Horatio followed her instructions and tried the title.

To be honest, in the atmosphere of 40K, the word "comrade" is still visible, but the previous meaning is still tugging at his thinking.

In particular, this was a native who mentioned this word in front of him, a time traveler. It was the first time he heard this word in three years since he traveled through time. It made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

However, there is nothing wrong with calling each other "comrades" in this world, especially as it does not violate the original meaning.

[This quirky girl can really bring me endless surprises from the perspective of emotional value.] Horatio enjoyed the intellectual charm of this female judge in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, he and Thei were both playing big games and had a good understanding of each other, and together they embarked on a road of no return to save the world.

It can be described as a 'dance with life as a bargaining chip', and this dance is dangerous, but fascinating.

This was something he would never experience in his previous world.

Just based on this point, coming to the battlefield during the darkest and most turbulent period of 40K and meeting a group of reliable and intellectual comrades is worth the money even if you die on the road to saving the world!
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"We are almost there. Go through the tomb hall ahead and turn left..."

Thei's words had just fallen.

boom!
The wall of the tomb hall in front of him was suddenly shattered by a huge force, and gravel splashed everywhere.

Several sharp black stones whizzed past Horatio. If he had not been quick-witted and pulled Thei behind him, some tragedy would have occurred.

"Stop!" Sister Arabella raised her hand and clenched her fist and shouted to the troops behind her, then she got ready for battle.

Wow!
Empty! Boom! Bang!
After the rubble and dust cleared, only two tall mechas were seen wrestling fiercely.

One of them was none other than Latti's bright red, round-shaped Castellan mecha, which looked like a "Baymax". With its arms tensed and supported forward, it struggled to resist the opponent's fierce attack.

"This is..." Arabella couldn't help but blurt out when she saw the big guy fighting fiercely with the Castellan mecha.

She was not mistaken, it was a dreadnought mecha.

However, this dreadnought mecha is covered with dense inscriptions, and it is unknown what information is recorded.

Right in front, in the center of the sarcophagus, there is a scarab-shaped mask. The golden back of the beetle is in a T-shaped structure. In the mask are eyes that flash with blue light and a big mouth that roars with virtual fire.

Behind it, it carried a huge circle of chaos iron eight-pointed stars, the eight corners of which were connected by chains. Hanging on them were the severed hands of past losers, nailed firmly to them with rusty iron nails.

There is an extremely transparent round mirror in the crotch area.

As Horatio gazed into the alluring round mirror, he felt that his own reflection in the mirror seemed to be smiling evilly at him.

He quickly looked away, no longer looking at these evil things, and instead focused on the imminent threat before him.

The Castellan mecha struggled to grab the two thick iron hands of the Chaos Dreadnought. The sharp claws on the opponent's iron hands slowly and unstoppably tightened, almost crushing and tearing the mecha's big hands.

"Heavy weapons team! Anti-armor! Go!" Horatio shouted the order.

The Krieg anti-armor heavy weapons team rushed forward quickly, dragging a laser cannon mounted on a small tractor trailer.

The operator turned nimbly, aimed the muzzle of the laser cannon at the Chaos Dreadnought, then unhooked the hauling straps on his body and got into combat position.

The deputy weapon operator immediately lowered the energy block group on his back to power the laser cannon.

At the same time, the special forces team also dispersed to the two wings of the behemoth in the duel, holding plasma guns and ready to aim.

Ordinary Krieg soldiers have also prepared anti-armor grenades, and as soon as the weapons group is ready, they will rush towards the evil Chaos mechas without hesitation, even if it means turning their bodies into bombs.

(End of this chapter)