Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 781 08.780: "A plan that satisfies both parties?"

In a luxurious meeting room, the walls made of precious alien wood are hung with ribbons of honor from past battles and captured alien flags.

The air was filled with the rich smell of cigar smoke and a distilled liquor called "Glory". A few rays of sunlight filtered through the large and transparent stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

"General, the Imperial Navy has sent the latest encrypted communications." A lieutenant colonel of the Astra Militarum entered the room, his military cap firmly tucked under his ribs with his arms, and his military boots made a slight and rhythmic sound on the smooth floor.

He walked quickly to the huge command desk and presented a roll of data parchment that was shining with a faint blue light. The soft silver metal shell was engraved with the Imperial Navy's striking rudder emblem.

A burly general was sinking into a gorgeous leather sofa, crossing his legs leisurely.

He removed the sputtering pipe from his lips and rubbed his fingertips over the warm bowl before taking the dataslate.

A scarlet laser beam shot out from the data board, projecting the contents of the letter clearly into the air in front of him, forming a virtual light curtain.

The man's eyes were sharp. He quickly reviewed the lengthy report. The corners of his mouth raised an elusive arc. He put the pipe back into his mouth, chewed the pipe with a hint of playfulness, and said in a deep voice: "It's really shocking. The naval colonel named Horatio Cochran actually rolled in the quagmire of the Krieg Death Legion and completed his ground mission without any damage.

I thought that after he experienced the strong stench of corpses in the muddy water, he would be scared to death and give up. "

He paused, tapped a line of text projected in the air with his fingertips, and said with interest: "The briefing mentioned that he also drove a captured squire-class mecha and defeated a fallen knight mecha head-on."

"The battlefield is ever-changing and errors in information transmission are inevitable. It is normal to occasionally misjudge the target." Another general was slowly brewing himself a cup of precious black tea from a distant agricultural world. He used a bone china tea tongs to carefully push the curled tea leaves into the cup and poured in boiling water. The tea leaves instantly unfolded in the boiling water, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

He didn't even look up, but just gracefully picked up the warm bone china teacup with his fingertips, but his eyes passed through the rising tea mist and cast on the garden outside the window that looked overly bright and beautiful under the artificial sunlight.

There was undisguised sarcasm in his tone: "After all, we all know that the height of the squire mecha is less than half of the knight mecha, and its firepower and armor are even more different. Even if he succeeds in capturing it, how can he defeat the real knight mecha?
In my opinion, those soldiers who were frightened by the bombardment must have mistaken the record left by a Freeblade Knight who happened to pass by as his own glorious victory. "

"Gentlemen, do we really want to approve the Imperial Navy's blatant interference in our core powers?" The third general was holding a tulip glass filled with golden champagne, with fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass.

He shook the wine glass impatiently, causing ripples in the liquid.

He changed the position of his crossed legs and asked more sharply: "The Guilliman Code clearly stipulates that the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum are strictly prohibited from interfering in matters that are not within their respective responsibilities. We should immediately file a legal review of their absurd plan - a review that they will never be able to justify!"

His emotions became more and more excited as he spoke, his cheeks flushed slightly, and the wine in his hand shook violently, almost spilling out of the glass.

"Anyone with a clear mind should know that the first priority is to stay in their position and perform their duties conscientiously, rather than getting involved in this muddy water that they should not be involved in! Ground warfare is the sacred and inviolable duty of the Star Army. How can those people with unknown origins interfere at will?

Arrogant and conceited Imperial Navy, it's time to curb their sense of superiority! On what basis do they think they can have the final say in any field? "

"Calm down, my colleague."

Suddenly, a steady yet deliberately feminine voice sounded in the room, like cool silk brushing past the ears.

A general, dressed extremely luxuriously and elegantly, slowly stood up from his seat.

He wore a wig that was curled up high on both sides and was as white as snow. Although he was a man, his face was carefully painted with thick powder. In his eye sockets was a monocle with a frame made of expensive fine gold. The lens refracted a cold light under the light, highlighting his morbid yet unquestionable noble status.

In his hand he held a jewel-studded cane, and the tip of the cane tapped lightly on the mirror-like mahogany floor. The crisp "thump" sound instantly brought the excited debate and tense atmosphere in the room to a halt.

The general who was holding the pipe showed a meaningful smile on his face. He bowed slightly and said, "What do you think? General Morris, I have always trusted your smooth and thoughtful way of doing things." "When you are in a position, you must seek benefits."

General Morris, who was wearing heavy makeup, slowly rotated his monocle with his silk-gloved fingertips, and his other hand gently brushed the cold rudder emblem on the data pad, which symbolized the Imperial Navy.

"In my hometown, countless outstanding students emerge every year. Most of them come from prominent families, have received the best education since childhood, are knowledgeable, and have outstanding abilities. Only the top and most dazzling elites have the opportunity to pass the rigorous selection and join the great Imperial Navy to explore the boundless sea of ​​stars.

It's a pity that there are too few places like this, and it's far from enough to satisfy the families that are eagerly waiting."

The smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed, as seductive as a blooming poppy: "Dear colleagues, let me mediate this matter.

I will broker a satisfactory outcome for all of us and the Imperial Navy. You don't have to worry about the Imperial Navy doing something unmanageable."

He paused, and scanned his colleagues with his adamantium monocle, and said with unquestionable confidence: "I promise."
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With the unique dull sound of the hydraulic rod being released, the Skyhawk shuttle's luxurious pedal, which was engraved with intricate gilded patterns and was enough to demonstrate the extraordinary status of its user, slowly and ceremoniously descended and landed steadily on the docking port of the target ship.

Colonel Horatio Cochrane, dressed in a shiny power armor, accompanied by a team of his entourage also dressed in elite armor, stepped onto the deck of the Snowy Wind Thunder with firm and powerful steps.

This is a veritable giant whale of the void. Its huge hull is 12 kilometers long, 5 kilometers wide, and 4.5 kilometers high. When it quietly floats in the universe, the shadow it casts is enough to obscure the light of an asteroid.

This was Horatio's first time aboard such a magnificent ship, which was more like a small artificial planet drifting in the cold void than a ship.

His blue eyes, like the deep ocean, were now carefully examining the giant bridge in front of him that was as tall as a Gothic cathedral. Its complex structure and precise details all demonstrated the glorious craftsmanship of the Golden Age of the Human Empire.

Even the feared Retribution-class battleships in the Imperial Navy had never brought him such a strong and direct visual and spiritual shock.

The internal structure design of this giant space-class transport ship is extremely ingenious, with a layout in which the passenger cabin and the upper and lower cargo holds are completely separated. This extremely luxurious space planning allows it to carry a large number of personnel and huge amounts of supplies at the same time.

Its engineering grandeur and majesty far outstripped the Explorer-class vessels used by the puny Tau.

To build a ship of this magnitude would require many of the marvels of technology that existed when the Emperor walked the earth.

On the deck, one could vaguely see some crew members holding high-pressure water guns, nervously and busily washing the metal floor.

Apparently, before the Imperial Navy Captain Horatio's official arrival, they had carried out a rather hasty round of cleanup work, trying to prevent the bloody incident that had occurred here not long ago from leaving too many disgraceful traces.

But Horatio just took a deep breath with his enhanced sense of smell, and from the slightly rusty metallic smell in the circulating air system, he keenly detected a hint of sweet and bloody smell that had not yet completely dissipated.

It seems that no matter how it is washed, it is impossible to completely erase in a short period of time the fact that a tragic tragedy had occurred on this weathered ship.

A tall, fat man with a round face, followed by several important crew members with nervous expressions, was walking quickly towards Horatio and his party. He was wearing a pair of old-fashioned round-frame optical glasses, which made his weather-beaten face look a bit simple and kind.

However, the beads of sweat that kept oozing out of his forehead and the hard-to-conceal fatigue and shock in his eyes, as if he had survived a disaster, exposed his true inner state.

"I pay my highest respects to you, honorable Colonel. I am the captain of this ship, Kudo."

(End of this chapter)