Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 143 03.0142: ‘Are you the one called Elite? I'm fighting the elite! ’

"Fuck the liar!"

Before the contract workers could hesitate, a loud young man's voice shouted from above.

The undecided people all looked at the Imperial Navy officer wearing a bicorn hat.

"I am Horatio Cochrane, a descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer! Listen! The enemy has been defeated. To join them is to choose to be buried with them!

As long as you point your weapons at these henchmen, I will reduce the number of voyages for you. Any serious criminal who killed the traitor with the sword and his warriors, I declare you amnesty in the name of the God Emperor! "

"S...descendant of Admiral Speyer??"

Upon hearing that this man was a descendant of the well-known Admiral Speyer, the contract workers started talking in shock.

Faced with the conditions proposed by Horatio, most people were shaken.

The bald contractor who shot the sergeant looked at the contractors around him in horror as they fell to the side of the Imperial Navy.

He knew that his actions would inevitably lead to death, so he gritted his teeth, pointed the gun at Horatio, and pulled the trigger.

Horatio sensed the danger from the omen fragments, took a step forward, and nimbly dodged, avoiding the line of fire before the guy fired.

"Anyone who takes up arms to resist the Imperial Navy will not survive today! If you fight the enemy, you will be rewarded! Those who stand on the side of the Navy roll up the sleeve of their right arm and fold it three times!"

Horatio's booming voice echoed throughout the hold.

"He said to reduce the number of headings for us..."

"If you kill these ugly guys wearing masks, you can be pardoned..."

"My wife and children are still waiting for me at home..."

"Did you hear that? He is a descendant of Admiral Speyer. He can definitely do it..."

If you join the Blood Army, can you win and what will happen if you win? The ugly guy with the mask said nothing. He is clearly an empty pie.

But the terms offered by the naval officer, who was a descendant of the glorious Admiral Speyer, were very generous and clear, and as an officer with real power, he did not look like he was lying.

The sallow-looking contract workers' faces twitched, their arms trembled, and their eyes seemed to be about to pop out as they looked around. They are looking at what choices the people around them want to make.

Obviously, although their lives are miserable, they are not fools like the Ogryns.

Gradually, the contract workers stood in three groups, two of which gradually pointed their weapons at each other, while some still remained undecided.

The vast majority of the contract workers chose to side with the Imperial Navy. They rolled up the sleeves of their right arms and folded them three times.

Only a small number of people stood on the side of the servants of the Blood God. Their reasons were very pure: the hatred for the empire in their hearts was higher than anything else. They did not care about winning or losing, they only wanted to revenge the empire and let its soldiers bleed.

Finally, a fight broke out among the contract workers after the tattooed guy shot and killed his companion who was rolling up his cuffs next to him.

Some people who were hesitant quickly chose their camp, while the timid ones found a place to hide.

With Horatio's infectious charisma and the offer of an offer that was irresistible, the overall situation was decided.

The actions of the contract workers released by the Blood Pact Army eventually defeated their army and became the last sharp knife to strangle their throats.

"Let's go! Soldiers, kill all the enemies!" Horatio took a shortcut, climbed over the railing first and jumped from the second-story gangway to the bilge deck.

Lasers and shotgun balls were flying wildly, and even Horatio's bicorn hat fell to the ground in the fierce sword fight.

But he didn't bother to pick it up at all. The bottom deck was a mess, and enemies were everywhere around him, beside him, and behind him. Anyone who let down might get fatally wounded.

Many people just stabbed the enemy to death, and were immediately killed by other enemies rushing behind them.

Horatio's officers and guards were tightly united around him. This group of strong men stood guard by his side, forming a tight battle formation like a tank.

They escorted Horatio forward, and Horatio's goal was to kill the enemy officers with his own hands.

Due to the enthusiasm for faith in the Warhammer 40K universe, the battles in this world inherit the style of duel between heroes that only appears in literary works.

No matter how high the person's military rank is, even if he is the Sun Lord, GW has made a tabletop chess piece for him, allowing him to go to the front line in person, wielding a sword to fight against the enemy, and leaving the command to his team of staff.

No matter which camp, as long as the commander on the battlefield is killed by the enemy, the morale of the troops under his command will be extremely heavy, and it is only a matter of time before they are disintegrated and annihilated.

Horatio held the weapon tightly and walked towards the blood pact officer wearing a big-brimmed hat and a strange golden mask on his face.

The other party noticed this naval officer with a stern face and cold eyes from the crowd at a glance.

The blood pact officer faced him, his scarlet pupils burning with rage.

He raised his sword at Horatio in defiance.

This person is not fighting alone, he is also surrounded by elite blood-stained squads. These squads who have been blessed by the Blood God are the elite of the Blood God's servant army. They are selected from the elites in various units. Many of them are former stars. Elite warriors in the realm army, the benchmark loyal heir stormtroopers.

They were led by the Bloody Captain, and their members ranged from Brimstone Grenadiers, Butchers, Slicers, Corpses, Supervisors, Skinners, Gunners to Mutated Ogryns, serving as the officers' guards of the Blood God's Servant Army.

Both sides, with their own honor and beliefs, looked at each other hostilely, with only the most hateful hatred in their eyes.

The Blood Pact officer spat a mouthful of red spit on the ground, and his men bared their teeth and picked up their weapons to prepare for battle.

They couldn't wait to compete with the famous Imperial Navy Breaker Boarding Team.

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Armor fragments caused by the bombardment continued to fall from the top of about a hundred meters high.

As Horatio led the guards forward, a shell smashed through the upper part of the bottom cabin of the artillery fort, and many people who were far away from him were killed by the flames and the wreckage of the exploded bulkhead.

The scorching wind blowing from afar made him feel like he was poured with boiling water, but he gritted his teeth and held back, his eyes fixed on the enemy's movements.

The explosion failed to stop the killing on the gun deck, and people fought each other in danger.

Before the winner was decided, no one could escape from this dangerous place.

"Blood God Warriors! Kill these slaves of the Corpse King. I want their officers' heads to be presented to our master, and then his chainsaw sword to me!"

When the two elite teams approached a certain distance, the Blood Covenant officer waved the power sword and roared.

He stared at the huge red chainsaw sword in Horatio's hand and felt that it was in line with his temperament. His upright mind completely ignored the weight that this thing should have.

"Armed forces, forward!" Compared with the Blood Covenant officer who was roaring excitedly like he had hyperthyroidism, Horatio seemed much calmer and more stable.

He commanded the guards to maintain the formation and advance in an orderly manner. When the distance was shortened to a certain distance, the soldiers launched the first round of volleys.

Several people were knocked to the ground, and the others quickly hid behind the shield set up by the big guy Ogryn, who was deceived and believed in the evil god, and then stretched out the barrel of the gun from the back to fight back at the breakers.

The sulfur grenadiers took the opportunity to throw a special bomb that could burn through any armor, but he obviously overlooked one thing.

Shotguns are most suitable for playing frisbees.

And the Imperial Navy happened to be the army with a large-caliber shotgun equipment rate second only to the judicial police.

The huge sulfur bomb was just thrown out, and it was blasted by the armed soldiers behind the boarding shield with a volley, and the yellow smoke with a pungent smell was exploded in the air.

This yellow smoke was blown back to the top of the Blood Squad in the downwind direction and some of the contract foremen who joined the Blood Pact Army under the ventilation pipe.

They screamed, and a raging fire ignited on their bodies. The skin on some people's faces melted, and the debris of thousands of degrees burned through their outer clothes and armor, roasted their flesh and melted through their bones.

The murky yellow poisonous gas made the traitors fall to the ground, their eyes almost popped out, they twisted and struggled on the ground, pinching their painful airways, and coughing and wheezing like ducks, which was funny and ridiculous.

Those controllers who betrayed the navy paid a profound and heavy price for their treasonous behavior under the coquettish operation of friendly forces before Horatio took action.

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