Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 770 08.769: "All ships under attack, come closer to our ship!"

"Prepare for the deepest terror, monkey."

On the gloomy alien bridge, the spiked buildings that were very different from the Empire's were either impaled or hanging many dying slaves. The Dark Eldar slave master grinned, revealing his ferocious fangs, and said in a grim smile, "Let's see how rich our harvest is today. Commorragh thirsts for blood, and the Conspiracy thirsts for pain."

Whizzing!

More than a dozen broad and slender black torpedoes shot out from the endless darkness like ghosts.

"Another torpedo is coming!"

The bird commander screamed in fear. The back of his head was full of neural tethers connected to the display and control console. His voice was full of panic, "We are isolated and helpless! Other ships can't provide us with close defense fire support. We can only rely on ourselves!"

The weapons operations chief shook his head in despair and shouted: "We must do our best to stop these torpedoes and buy more time! Is there any response from the Imperial Navy?"

"No communication received! No response!"

The torpedo was getting closer and closer. Although the huge space-class transport ship was equipped with close-in defense firepower that was considered powerful among similar transport ships, its hull was 12 kilometers long and too large. The close-in defense firepower was distributed in all directions and seemed a little weak.

The crew members operating the weapons soon discovered that these torpedoes, which looked like black egg sheaths, had turning and evasive capabilities beyond imagination.

The crew of the transport ship was not as well trained as the sailors on the warship. Faced with the dazzling evasive routes drawn by the egg-shell torpedoes, their close defense firepower was ineffective.

boom!
The ship trembled violently, and although the vibration was not violent, everyone knew that it was only because of the huge tonnage of the universe that the vibration was weakened. This was by no means a sign of safety, but more likely the beginning of a slow death.

The shaking continued for a while before gradually stopping.

Beep beep beep!
laugh!
A fire alarm suddenly sounded in the next cabin, and the crew members who were loading ammunition with trembling hands looked up in shock.

Jiong!
An ominous black-purple beam suddenly penetrated the dense smoke and hit a crew member who had hurriedly stood up. In an instant, his blood seemed to be boiling. Under the gaze of everyone, his body expanded rapidly, bubbles kept coming out, and his screams gradually became unclear from sharp.

A pool of mud that could no longer be called a corpse fell to the ground with a loud bang, frightening the surrounding crew members so much that they trembled all over.

"Fire! Fire!"

The automatic gunfire was rattling, and the dense gunfire was like rapid drumbeats.

click!
The false sense of security brought by the gunshots was marked by a crisp sound from the automatic rifle's receiver, which marked the end of the intense shooting. The crew members pulled the trigger numbly with stiff fingers, and after a few clicks, they realized that the magazine was empty.

Amid the crisscrossing tracers of bullets, a tall figure in black armor slowly emerged from the dark smoke. The bullets hit the black armor, leaving only shallow scratches, without causing any substantial damage.

"You stupid and weak monkeys are so powerless that you can't even put up a fight. I really don't understand how a weak race like you can survive in this dangerous galaxy."

"Well!"

The invader was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, a crew member was picked up by his slender arms with one hand.

"Crack!" The crew member's eyes rolled up, and dark green branch-like lines on his skin quickly spread upwards from his neck.

puff.

The crew member who had been corroded by the neurotoxin had not yet died. He was twitching in severe pain, and it seemed that it would take some time before he turned into a horribly dead corpse.

"Run! Ah!" Dadada! Dadada!
"Bullets are useless. This is just a massacre! I don't want to die yet..."

A fully armed mercenary who usually acted arrogantly on the ship, bossed the crew around, and even touched women, suddenly collapsed when he saw this. He desperately threw away the empty automatic rifle in his hand, and turned around before he could run three steps.

brake!
puff.

His head rolled to the deck with a dull sound. The bulletproof armor that had been carefully maintained and polished was instantly stained with blood. In this brutal battle, its usually boasted bravery and sturdiness played no role at all.

The chaos spread quickly into the cabin like a surging tide, and the screams and roars became clearer and clearer.

"Mom, I'm so scared." The girl curled up in fear and hugged her mother's waist tightly: "Are we...going to die today?"

"It'll...it'll be okay, child. The God-Emperor's warriors will come to save us." The mother trembled as she comforted her daughter, but there was a hint of fear in her voice that was hard to conceal.
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On board the Swift Eagle.

"The navigation tower has sent a report that the navigator has found the nearest rift, which is 673 kilometers away from the final distress signal!" The navigation officer quickly reported the news sent by the navigator in the navigation tower through psychic power.

"Confirm the final rift location." Horatio sat upright on the command throne, calmly examining the situation reports from various departments on the ship.

The Swift Aquila is a specially modified Dreadnought-class light cruiser that has been given a pilot program to mechanically repair auto-loading macro cannons.

Due to the use of an automatic loading system, a large number of indentured servants are no longer required, and the number of crew members is greatly reduced compared to ordinary Dreadnought-class light cruisers.

The area that originally served as the indentured servants' cabin was replanned and integrated and transformed into a barracks, allowing the Swift Aquila to carry more armed forces.

Relying on the fierce firepower of the automatically loaded light macro gun, it can not only fire at close range to effectively counter the enemy's boarding landing, but also actively initiate boarding operations.

At this moment, there are still many vacancies in the barracks.

After all, the Guilliman Code has strict regulations on the percentage of the total base number of armed sailors in the Imperial Navy. Without increasing the total number of crew members, even if the number of armed sailors increases, it will only be more than 10,000.

Some of the cabins were allocated to the Krieg Training Corps, which had 4500 men stationed in the Central Barracks.

The space there was relatively closed, but the Kriegs had no complaints about it - after all, on a cruiser-class ship, the narrowest corridor was much more spacious than the Kriegs' tunnels.

"Captain, we have arrived!"

The officers were busy in an orderly manner, coordinating the operation of a complex large-scale thinker array, on which were arrayed auxiliary brains soaked in green liquid tanks, bubbling with bubbles.

"Enter the real universe! Immediately enter level one combat alert! The sharp claws of the Sky Eagle are eager to tear the flesh and blood of the enemies of the God-Emperor!" Horatio gave the order loudly, his voice extremely majestic.

"The warp drive is online! The Geller field is holding up! We are leaving the warp! The current coordinates are 373!

With the blessing of the God-Emperor, we successfully crossed two star regions within 12 weeks and reached the southernmost tip of the Obscure Star Region. "

"Telegram to the attacked charter fleet, this is the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet's light cruiser 'Swift Skyhawk'. We have received their request for assistance."

"All ships under attack, come closer to our ship! The Imperial Navy will provide you with shelter. I repeat, all ships, come closer to our ship! The Imperial Navy will provide you with shelter!"

(End of this chapter)