Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 1 01.0001: ‘It’s really a stroke of luck to be in jail after traveling through time’

The Gothic Sector, the Empire’s hazy star field.

Inside an armed escort vehicle with the badge of the Hive City Marshals, in the capital planet Abyss Port.

“Verify the prisoner’s information. Name: Horatio Cochrane, physiological age: 16, identity: leader of the ‘labor gang’ in the cargo area of ​​the giant star port PW-P-15, arrested six months ago for murder, smuggling, organizing strikes and other crimes, sentenced to death…

The information is correct, report to Miss Hood, the Commissioner of the Ministry of Justice.”

[Death penalty?]

The sensitive word touched Horatio’s professional instinct.

The hood was roughly pulled open, and in the closed space, the turbid air mixed with the smell of sweat and rottenness drilled into the nasal cavity.

A beam of dazzling light hit Horatio’s thin but handsome face, and before he could subconsciously dodge, his dry eyelids were roughly pulled open.

His dark blue eyes glanced around uneasily. He swallowed his saliva, but it felt like he was swallowing a blade, and his body was exhausted as if it was falling apart.

"I have verified my identity through my iris." The strong light of the flashlight finally disappeared from his eyes.

Horatio paused for a long time. In his blurred vision, he saw the metal prosthesis and the shackles on his original left arm. He instantly realized that the prisoner these people were talking about was actually himself.

[I traveled through time...? ]

He vaguely remembered that he was hit by a large truck that cut in while assisting in the car chase. Most of his memories were missing, even his real name.

Before he could be surprised, the surging memories surged in his mind like a torrent.

Through these memories, Horatio got information that made him dumbfounded.

He, the Cloud Hammer who was raised by his friends in the group, actually came to the end of the 41st millennium in the Warhammer world.

What is this concept?

The great Emperor who symbolized light and hope and led mankind to launch the Great Galactic Crusade had long been stabbed on the Golden Throne, which was ridiculed as the "Golden Toilet" by Horus, the former Imperial Warmaster and his 16th son, in the Great Rebellion 10,000 years ago.

The demigod-like Primarchs either rebelled, disappeared, or fell asleep.

Without the guidance of the Emperor and the Primarchs, advanced technology not only failed to lead mankind to a greater and more glorious era, but in rigidity and blind faith, the entire human civilization fell into the darkest abyss.

If I were born in an extremely involutionary era in my previous life, all walks of life were full of fierce competition, but at least there were basic human rights and survival guarantees.

But in this dark and desperate 41st millennium, people can be eaten alive from both physical and spiritual levels.

What's more terrible is.

It seems that there are not many years left before the "invincible" sky braid launched the 13th Black Crusade against the Empire and the planet Cadia was bombed into a void mine.

[It’s fine to come to this world where people hate dogs, and I accept this time point where life is worse than death, but how can I, a coastal law enforcement officer, become a death row prisoner when I open my eyes? ! ]

Horatio’s eyes went dark. This is really a mud truck that hits him - lucky.

Before he hit ‘lucky’, he was a law enforcement officer whose main job was coastal law enforcement and emergency response, and he was a 3K ancient Terra (21st century) eagle flag!

When a law enforcer becomes a prisoner, anyone would be mentally upset.

Horatio cried out in his heart, and he almost screamed ‘I have made contributions to the empire, and I have shed blood for Terra! You can’t do this to me, I want to see the God Emperor! I want to see the God Emperor! ’

Although the gap was huge, as Horatio slowly exhaled a breath of air, his mentality also adjusted.

He was quite good in psychological quality, and he didn’t cry and complain like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on, and he didn’t wait to die in despair.

He wanted to know what happened before and after, to see if he could use his rich legal knowledge to defend himself and reduce his sentence.

As a result, he looked through his memory, and he was in trouble.

He actually traveled to the body of the "youngest famous gang leader in history".

This guy lost his memory in a plane crash eight years ago. After enduring an extremely miserable life in an orphanage, he struggled in the middle and lower nests for five years. At the age of 15, he led the oppressed port workers to emerge from the major gangs and became the "King of the Port District" with his ability, bringing a brief light to the chaotic port residents.

All the guys who were killed were unforgivable. The so-called smuggling was nothing more than directly taking goods from manufacturers and selling them to the poor. As for organizing strikes, it was even more outrageous.

The reason why the law enforcement departments of the nest city could pay special attention to him was mainly because he had touched the cake of some people, not because he was "full of evil".

They planned to arrest him hundreds of times, but each time he was cleverly avoided and came up empty-handed.

He was caught at a critical moment, and after being locked up for a year, for some unknown reason, the Ministry of Justice took over his handling from the Hive City Marshals.

Horatio's breathing became rough, and he knew very well what this meant.

Not to mention a reduction in sentence, he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

If he couldn't escape now, he would be unable to escape after entering the Ministry of Justice fortress.

Horatio twirled the ring on his iron middle finger and took a deep breath.

[I have to think of a way...]

He turned his tired eyes and glanced around cautiously.

A car of armed men, masked and helmeted, fully armed.

He was tightly sandwiched between two larger men, and experienced "survival in the cracks" firsthand, and violent escape was unlikely.

It can be distinguished from the words on the armbands of the uniforms that the black and white striped uniforms are Hive City bailiffs, and the two big men in silver armor sandwiching him are escorts from the Imperial Ministry of Justice.

The escorts' fingers were on the triggers of the automatic guns, ready for action. Even through their helmets, their cold and oppressive eyes could be felt.

Based on his intuition as a law enforcer for so many years, Horatio always felt that the Hive City bailiff sitting in the row opposite him had an indescribable feeling.

——Their eyes were even more nervous than the death row prisoner himself.

Just as he was struggling to twist and turn, trying to change into a more comfortable position that would allow him to observe the whole situation inside the car, his elbow accidentally hit the waist of the escort on the left.

"What are you doing! The stinky maggots that have laid their nests!" The escort who was huddled around him and was groaning and looking very impatient suddenly became inexplicably angry. With a loud roar, he picked up his electric riot baton and headed towards Horatio. He whipped it all over his face.

As a well-trained law enforcer, Horatio almost instinctively raised his arms to block.

Zila——!

The sound of metal collision spread throughout the small car, and a dazzling bolt of lightning burst out at the moment when the riot baton and the metal prosthetic limb intersected.

The escort was shocked - the riot baton in his hand ran out of power in an instant, but the kid was not harmed at all.

"I only fully charged it yesterday? Damn it, what did you do!" The escort pressed the riot baton in his hand, with a distorted expression on his face full of disbelief.

Horatio said nothing, snorted coldly and lowered his head.

"Hmph, did you quarrel with your wife again yesterday? Brother."

The escort sitting on the right side of Horatio smiled and reminded: "Calm down, Miss Hood is here, improve your image, go have a drink after get off work?"

"It's really a hell...ah!"

The escort who wanted to be fat Huo Xiao's vented, whispered uncomfortably, spit out a sullen breath, and sat back.

Horatio lowered his head, his blue eyes falling on the prosthetic limb that saved him.

Buzz——

The energy bar-like thing on the right prosthetic limb suddenly lit up and buzzed.

[This is? ]

Before Horatio could get curious, the next second he was in a strange space.

The surroundings were as dark as ink, with no outline visible, only his own body glowing slightly.

Buzz - this strange sound again.

A broken mirror slowly formed in front of him, and strange symbols appeared on the surface. But soon, these symbols were rearranged and combined into Low Gothic that Horatio could recognize——

'+Confirmed: Son of Darkness+'

'+Status:Activated+'

‘+Energy: 1/6+’

'+Psychic: 5/6+'

'+Corruption: 1/6+'

'+Soul Fire: 9/10+'

After a quick inspection, Horatio's eyes widened in astonishment.

This turned out to be a talent tree, with something similar to an experience bar next to it.

The 'experience bar' is now just a little closer to being full, and the first skill of the talent tree has been lit up.

It is a primary skill called "Omen Fragment".

"Consume one grid of energy storage, one grid of psychic energy, and increase one grid of corruption. It can reveal the fragments of events you want to know in the short term. Passive: there will be signs when fatal danger occurs...?" Horatio slowly read out the above Low Gothic shown.

[Come on, let me see how things turn out. ]

Horatio stretched out his iron hand, and the accumulated energy turned into a warm current from his fingertips and poured into the fragments, and the black and purple grid symbolizing corruption silently rose one level.

Several bizarre and broken images flashed in front of him. Although they were short-lived, the underlying information was shocking enough.

The hive bailiffs around him are indeed fakes. They want to use Horatio as a demon host to summon the demon Slaanesh to come to the world.

[Is this what will happen in the future...? ] Horatio frowned.

As a time traveler, Horatio felt incredible, but the memory of the original owner of the body was no stranger to this.

In my memory, I was chasing a cultist who was performing a ritual, and was suddenly attacked by a monster. I injured my arm and hid in an abandoned saint's monastery. I got this prosthetic arm from the saint's coffin. After the transplant was activated, Then this special ability called "Omen Fragment" lit up.

Unfortunately, I lost too much blood at that time, and even though I predicted the actions of the hive city bailiff, I was eventually arrested and imprisoned.

After realizing that he was on a bus to hell, cold sweat flowed from Horatio's temples, and he stared nervously at the row of fakes opposite.

[...I must live. ]

Chi la——

The rear hatch suddenly opened, interrupting Horatio's thoughts.

A woman suspended in mid-air using a jetpack slowly landed on the floor of the car, as light as a dragonfly touching water.

"Miss Hood." The two escorts greeted in unison.

For the sake of vigilance and to prevent the prisoners from taking out the pistols at their waists when they stood up, they only gave a brief salute.

Horatio turned his head to look at the visitor.

She wears an advanced holographic combat analyzer and an advanced air filter on her head and face, hiding her face. She wears tailor-made fine carapace armor. Although there are many battle scars, it can be maintained and clean.

Because it was custom-made, the breastplate was modeled and adapted one-to-one according to the figure. When combined with the black high-end tactical tight-fitting combat clothing underneath, the woman appeared tall, graceful, and heroic.

Although the girl is beautiful, she gives people an inexplicable sense of estrangement, making people instinctively want to stay away from her.

Horatio looked her up and down warily. Although her figure was mature, judging from her temperament, she should be a younger girl, maybe not much older than him.

However, since she is the commissioner of the Ministry of Justice, why doesn't she dress like RoboCop like the arbitrator of the Ministry of Justice?

And why did the escort call her "Miss" instead of her title?

The girl approached him and checked something with the analyzer on her head.

Horatio remained calm, and his handcuffed fingers skillfully and dexterously drew out a series of police signs.

【There is a mole. 】

He was betting that the laws of his ancestors were immutable.

The other person took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and looked quite unhappy with the meaning of his little action.

Horatio observed the opponent's every move. When the opponent let out a cold snort, he instantly leaned back and avoided the punch to the bridge of his nose.

Boom!

After the punch failed, the girl was like an angry lion. She easily picked up Horatio, who had been living in the nest for a long time and was not much bigger than her, and slammed him against the bulkhead.

"You are the only one here who has betrayed the empire, death row prisoner No. 24601. Who allowed you to use our sign language!"

After the sound is transmitted through the sound array device of the respirator, even though it is roughened by electromagnetic noise, it is still as clear and sweet as a bell.

"You guy, the person standing in front of you now is the noble hunter vigilante of the Imperial Ministry of Justice, the daughter of the famous Lord Captain Alexander Hood, Her Excellency Farida Hood. Who the hell are you calling a mole! "

The grumpy old man on the side also saw his little move and scolded Horatio loudly, the spare electric baton in his hand crackling.

Facing such a lengthy introduction, Horatio pursed his lips helplessly.

He turned out to be a vigilante of the Hunting Lords. No wonder he didn't wear the Arbiter's standard armor, even though this one was much better.

Among the aristocratic children living in the tower top area, there is no shortage of guys who, for various reasons, have acquired a set of cutting-edge customized equipment and joined the battle.

For the purpose of mutual benefit and win-win results, the Gothic Ministry of Justice established an official hunting lord vigilante team, dedicated to handling low- and medium-intensity operations that require high-tech support.

By the way, these young people are plated with gold, so that they can have a good label after they formally enter the military and political system in the future.

But she is so young and obviously does not have the experience of the arbitrators. Considering the conspiracy of the cultists, the purpose of sending her to be responsible for the escort is obvious.

[There is a spy in your department, and I sent you here to deliver him. ] Horatio sighed with ridicule and helplessness.

Even though he knew he might get beaten, he knew better that if he didn't do something now, the scenes he saw in his mind would become reality, and everyone would die by then.

He didn't want to be buried with him.

In order to avoid being heard by the mole, he continued to sign in sign language: [Leave here and call for reinforcements. 】

However, the next second, the escort's electric baton hit his waist.

Horatio tried very hard to block with his prosthetic limb, but the handcuffs restricted the arc of his movements and he was unfortunately stabbed.

"Uh..." The sting of the electric shock was accompanied by a sense of numbness that swept through the whole body.

Buzz - The empty energy bar lights up again.

"Do you think there will be anyone from the Labor Gang to save you?" Huntress grabbed Horatio's collar and her voice became particularly gloomy.

"I can tell you this unequivocally, Horatio Cochrane. The criminal empire you built has collapsed, been divided among other gangs, and has spawned a host of maggots that we need to deal with. But until then, I will Burn you first."

"Don't you think it's strange that I was suddenly transferred to the Ministry of Justice after being imprisoned for a year?"

Horatio's voice was very low, so low that only Huntress could hear it through the radio system.

The Huntress loosened her grip on the collar.

The words of the young man in front of me really touched my heart.

Normally, when faced with local gangsters, the Ministry of Justice would first kill them and then interrogate them, or let the gangs themselves deliver the bodies for which the bounties were placed.

The precious cell space in the fortress needs to be reserved for the most heinous and unforgivable top criminals.

The scum caught by the Chaodu Law Enforcement Department will not be transferred to the Legal Department at all.

So she was surprised for a while after getting the briefing.

"I'll find out in the torture chamber at the Ministry of Justice, scum."

Horatio snorted coldly, stared at the Huntress's tactical eyepiece with his cold and serious blue eyes and said:

"This car can't reach the Legal Department at all. Think about it, why did the hive city bailiffs on the opposite side not respond at all to my police tactical sign language the entire time?"

The Huntress instantly realized something and let go of Horatio. Before she could react, her arm was pulled behind her back.

The Nest City bailiff sitting opposite suddenly stood up. One of them took out a large-caliber heavy-loaded pistol and pulled the trigger directly on the face of the escort on the right.

Bang!

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