Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 841, 08.840: "Aliens, this is the bridge of a warship. You're the ones who should get out!"

As Valina gave the order, a squad of Hellsoldier soldiers clad in Assault Heavy Force Feedback Power Armor sprang into action.

Their heavy metal boots pounded on the steps of the bridge leading to the command throne, each step producing a dull thud that shook the deck, the hum of the servo motors clearly audible amidst the chaos.

The first two scouts had just rushed up the steps when they were hit head-on by a dense barrage of alien poison crystals.

The deadly toxin crystals began to corrode their bodies after penetrating their ceramic armor, but they did not hesitate for a moment.

Before their nervous systems were completely destroyed, with their last bit of willpower, they flipped over the handrail and resolutely plunged down to the lower deck.

Their bodies did not crash into their comrades behind them, nor did they block their path of charge; they merely cleared the final obstacle for the Emperor's victory.

Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of rapid-fire beams rained down, temporarily suppressing the alien's firepower.

A brave Hellscream soldier seized the fleeting opening and charged like a bull at Ducali, who was typing malicious code at the tactical control console.

The two sides instantly grappled, parrying and stabbing each other with sharp blades on the narrow covered bridge.

The Hellsoldier's combat blade slashed with immense force, while Dukali wielded his longsword, and the barbs and short blades attached to his armor searched for gaps like a venomous snake. Each clash sparked blinding flashes as both sides tried to tear the other to shreds in the shortest amount of time.

Taking advantage of the enemy being tied down, another Hellsoldier with the same equipment seized the opportunity.

As graduates of the Abridal Loyalist Academy, they received rigorous training in code-breaking and counter-tactics at the military academy, and are well aware of how to combat heretical technologies outside of the Cult of Mechanics.

Ignoring the cacophony of the surrounding carnage, he quickly connected to the control panel. His well-trained fingers waged a silent war on the data interface. The binary hymn, pre-programmed into the engineering power backpack by the technical priest, flowed from his fingertips, purifying the tainted mechanical soul.

"Code corrected, self-destruct program formatted!"

He quickly cleared the tampered self-destruct process and sent a "command conflict - request review" signal with the highest priority.

Far away in the engine room, a technical priest stared at the contradictory sequence of commands flashing on the control panel. Although he didn't understand them, he had an almost religious devotion to the certified commands.

Without hesitation, he executed the latest order, interrupting the reactor overload procedure.

"No! You can't stop us!" Ducale screamed as he grappled with the Hellsoldier, his long, vicious fingers, studded with spikes from his gauntlets, plunging them deep into the cracks in the Hellsoldier's goggles.

"Ah!" The Hell Soldier let out a heart-wrenching scream as shards of glass mixed with blood gushed out from the crack in the eyepiece.

But he endured the excruciating pain and, instead of letting go, held on tightly to the other, using his heavy power armor to firmly lock the slender alien in place.

"Get out of my way, you savage monkey!" Dukali screamed, frantically pounding the scout's helmet with his other hand, each impact producing a dull metallic clang.

"The one who should get lost... is you! Hah!"

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With a burst of brute force, the Hellslinger grabbed the Ducalli Conspiracy member and leaped from the high command throne platform.

The two men crashed together onto the cold, gray-black deck. Ducale let out a short scream before collapsing to the ground, limbs sprawled out, dark purple blood gushing from his cracked skull, and he lay still.

The Hell Soldier lay curled up on the ground, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood in agony before finally stopping breathing.

"This is the command bridge! This is the command bridge! I am the second captain! The bridge is under attack! Requesting support! Call in reserves from the midship barracks!" Patron, who had been hiding until now, finally mustered up his courage, grabbed a communicator, and used the last of his strength to call out.

Ding!
A blood-stained scimitar came hurtling through the air, striking precisely the ranks of the thinkers before him.

The sharp blade cleanly severed several thick cables, sparking a dazzling burst of electrical sparks.

"Respond if you receive this message! Respond if you receive this message!" Soon, the second captain discovered in despair that no matter how he tried, there was only a dead static noise in the communicator.

He stared blankly at the microphone, following the communication cable to the copper wire flickering with electricity at the break. "What are you looking for, you dull-witted monkey, heh heh."

A dark figure descended from the sky, landing silently behind him.

It was a taller, more ornately equipped Ducalli who was toying with an elegant yet deadly scimitar in his hand, scanning the command bridge, which was still embroiled in fierce fighting, with a cat-and-mouse gaze.

"The barbaric monkey thinks he can turn the tide with a single teleportation attack." He said in a mocking, melodious tone, his voice not loud but clearly carried throughout the entire bridge, "But in the long history of space, who hasn't seen these tricks before? How ridiculously naive."

"Sergeant Major! The aliens are reacting too quickly, we are losing our surprise advantage!" A Hellsoldier Centurion reported to Sergeant Major Valina, his voice slightly breathless from the exertion.

"Contract the battle lines! Move closer to the command throne! Defend the central command center at all costs!" Valina decisively ordered.

The Hell's Vanguard fought valiantly, but reinforcements from the lower decks were slow to arrive. They were forced to tighten their defenses, forming a ring around the Command Throne to prepare for an even fiercer attack.

They knew that if these Dukali regained control of the command bridge, all their previous efforts and sacrifices would be in vain.

The vanguard was small in number; only fifty vanguard soldiers entered the bridge via lightning-fast teleportation strikes.

While this method of boarding was sudden, the teleportation points were too dispersed—giving the Ducales, who had already taken control of the command bridge, the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

As the last Hell Elite soldier responsible for covering the rear and protecting his comrades fell to the ground after being hit by a barrage of poison crystals, the remaining twenty-odd soldiers held their ground and blocked the stairs leading to the upper level, preventing the Dark Eldar from attacking the platform for the time being.

Before Valina could even catch her breath, the stalemate was quickly broken.

A strange engine roar came from above. As soon as Valina heard the sound, her body reacted instinctively, and she fell to the ground.

"Take cover! Jet motorcycle!"

Before she could finish speaking, the chilling howl descended from the sky. The next second, a Hell Soldier who was firing to stop Ducali from climbing onto the command throne platform was hit, his head falling to the ground instantly, blood gushing from his neck cavity.

"Take cover!"

Having survived countless ordeals, Valina knew all too well that infantrymen facing these swift scout light flying vehicles were no different from livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

"Use the Thinker array for cover; reinforcements will arrive soon!"

Whoosh! boom!
Two sickle-shaped missiles were launched from the motorcycle and exploded near Valina. Instead of shrapnel, they sprayed out blade-shaped energy waves as tall as a person.

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"Lieutenant! Take a squad and come from the side..." she shouted as she turned around, only to see the centurion standing motionless, his head, wearing a helmet with vertical mane, rolling off his neck, blood spurting several meters high from the severed body.

"By the Divine Emperor." She quickly scanned the team's insignia. Of the original fifty subordinates, less than fifteen remained, and many others had orange-yellow insignia indicating they were wounded.

"Fear it, you savage monkeys! I will cut off your heads and use neural splicing magic to attach them to your groins!"

Threatening voices filled with profanities came from below the command throne as Dukali climbed upwards.

However, the Hellsoldier soldiers were pinned down behind the Thinker formation by the Sickle Missiles and high-mobility motorcycles, and could only launch sporadic counterattacks.

Valina did not respond to the aliens' provocation, as she calmly reported a series of coordinates through the internal communication channel, while using the laser pointer on her helmet to mark the Ducali aliens that were nimbly climbing and besieging the command throne.

"Received." A reply, accompanied by electromagnetic noise, came from the communicator.

Clap!

A fifty-meter-long shark-shaped assault boat crashed through the crystal armor of the command bridge, sending countless sharp fragments flying in all directions, creating a mottled yet deadly rain of blades in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)