Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 157 03.015 For Impact! (Preparation for impact)’

Farida secretly glanced at Horatio beside her.

[Why is he...looking at a...ship with such a covetous look?]

Farida was deeply confused.

He never showed such a covetous look when looking at a woman, but he stared at a ship until he was almost drooling.

[Even my father is the same. He doesn't allow anyone to disturb him when painting the ship model. He always goes out of contact and stays in seclusion for several hours before coming out. He didn't go home for dinner on this Sanguinius Day. He rushed to board the ship after receiving a ship model. Are all men like this?]

Looking at the bright light in Horatio's eyes, Farida had a big question mark in her mind.

The frigates in the support fleet rushed over quickly, and the destroyers that were originally on guard against the southern jump rift also joined the attack on the enemy attacking from the northwest.

32 huge void fighters passed over the sword-like frigates and rushed directly to the enemy of the empire.

The three frigates beside the Indefatigable were like hounds dealing with wild wolves. They turned on their combat speed and rushed towards the blood army attack ships of the same size.

They fought together, and the intensity of the fight between them, despite their petite bodies, was no less than that of the big ships.

Deterrent collision, close-range shooting, interception maneuvers, all the means that could be used were accurately conveyed under the command of the senior lieutenant colonel and the implementation of the lieutenants.

The eighteen martial arts were like dragons in the void under the exquisite command technology, alternating and twisting together on different planes.

During the fight, shells flew across and lasers intersected.

In the fight, the void shields of both sides were quickly overloaded, and then they bit each other's flesh and drank their blood.

The huge macro cannon shells violently poured into the enemy ship.

The large-caliber laser close-in defense guns on both sides of the ship continuously poured firepower on the opponent. They were similar in shape to super Gatling revolvers and could cause great damage to the fragile small ships at such a close distance.

The hull was smashed by a large string of high-energy lasers that were as dense as flames, and turned into debris, floating in the dark void with the broken limbs of the cult crew.

The Indefatigable was entangled with three large enemy ships.

She was like a void tiger, extremely fierce.

The huge and somewhat bloated hull also became agile under the control of the elite naval officers of the Imperial Navy.

The Indefatigable wandered in the gap between the three warships, separating them.

The gun groups on both sides fired at the same time, whipping the whip of punishment on each other.

Although the two shuttle-shaped evil warships exchanged fire with the Indefatigable, their target was the Blood Angels battle barge, and they rushed towards this void whale desperately.

The other side gun of the Vengeance Blade opened fire, and the bombardment turret on the ridge of the ship slowly turned to the invading enemy.

The Thunderhawk Squadron no longer attacked the crippled Murder-class cruiser, but rushed towards the invading enemy.

Captain Perru would not let the enemy succeed so easily.

The 5.3-kilometer-long Indefatigable started the side booster engine in a slightly drifting oblique posture in the void and turned urgently.

"Torpedoes ready! Engines at full power! Prepare for impact!"

This is the most feared order of the Imperial Navy: Brace For Impact!

That is, 'Prepare for impact! '

Whether it is the enemy or oneself, it always foreshadows great destruction.

The huge torpedo was preheated in the binary chanting of the technical priest.

The plasma engine spewed out huge golden flames, splashing like an explosion.

The Indefatigable rushed towards the blasphemous warship that was approaching the Vengeance Blade and wanted to board at an astonishing speed.

"My Lord! The false emperor's servants are rushing towards us!"

"Evade! Emergency evasion!!! Let the slaves' warships stop him!" The fallen Astartes who commanded the Slaughter-class cruiser shouted.

What he didn't know was that the rebellious Dreadnought-class light cruiser could not stop the Doomsday-class battlecruiser with twice her tonnage.

The Indefatigable ship flashed with fierce and cramped impact alarms.

"Turn on the magnetic suction mode of the boots! Hold on!" Horatio shouted to Farida beside him.

"Magnetic suction... Magnetic suction, ah, this is it!" Farida turned on the magnetic suction mode on the void boots.

In an instant, she felt the soles of her feet being firmly sucked to the deck.

Horatio stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder, and the other hand tightly grasped the handrail in front of the display console.

The sudden slap startled Farida, who was already nervous for the first time experiencing the impact preparation.

She glanced at Horatio's hand on her shoulder, and the tension in her heart eased a little.

The Indefatigable's extreme acceleration was too fast, and the entire ship and every deck were shaking violently.

Many people who didn't have time to climb the railing fell down.

Under the command of "impact preparation", everyone on the ship must be prepared to resist the impact.

The energy conversion cabin concentrated 80% of the ship's energy on the void shield, even at the cost of interrupting the firepower of the light spear.

Under the command of the medical officer, steel hoops were raised in the middle of each bed in the infirmary to firmly fix the seriously injured on the bed.

The shells in the bomb bay were tied tightly with thick chains like a mummy.

All the fire doors on the ship were closed with a "bang". The crew grabbed everything that could fix themselves.

During this impact acceleration process, both shell loading and crane handling will be stopped, otherwise once the huge shell falls from the hook and hits the gun deck, the consequences will be disastrous.

The vibration of the ship body is getting more and more intense, which makes people worry about disintegration.

Every officer who has experienced it on the command bridge will not think that there is anything more frightening and adrenaline-pumping than the ram collision.

Everyone is watching themselves rushing towards the scarlet blasphemous cruiser desperately, getting closer and closer.

The blasphemous shells are blocked by the huge adamantine armored bow, and the majestic bow eagle is glaring with contempt for the enemy.

The huge power ram begins to charge.

The whole bow can hear this wonderful humming, which is the wave noise generated by the decomposition force field wave emitted by the largest power weapon in human history. Extremely terrible.

But this is not the end. There is one last step before the ram pierces the enemy ship.

The technical priest in the torpedo launch bay sang a strange, ethereal, and creepy binary hymn with a sound array installed in his mouth.

The huge Helios-class fusion torpedo was like a sleeping giant that suddenly opened its eyes, and a huge flame gushed out from its tail.

Six huge fusion torpedoes rushed out of the already opened launch silo and rushed straight towards the enemy ship.

The two enemy ships fired a barrage of bullets to intercept.

But the distance of the torpedo launch was too close.

None of the six torpedoes were intercepted, and they went straight through the void shield that was almost useless and hit the midship of the enemy ship.

Boom!!!

The huge flames that rose up burst out with dense fragments.

Six torpedoes with a spread of 6,800 meters tore off half of her port side, almost paralyzing all the heavy close-in defense gun arrays on the entire side, as many as 12.

In order to make the angels bleed, the interior of the Slaughter-class cruiser, which was loaded with the Blood Pact Army, was instantly filled with heart-wrenching wails and screams.

Countless traitors who were preparing to invade on the side boarding deck were instantly reduced to ashes along with the ship's armor.

The molten iron was full of calcium.

Fire, collapse, and collapse, these traitors witnessed the hell created by the Imperial Navy with their own eyes.

The blasphemous warship they were proud of turned into a huge furnace, a purgatory comparable to the brass throne.

The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees spread throughout most of the hull, and anyone who was blown by the burning wind was carbonized, and the flames that followed caused the structure to begin to disintegrate.

"Ah! ! ! ! !"

The undead staggered, covering their melted and collapsed faces, screaming and rolling.

But the nightmare was not over yet.

Bang! ! ! !

A deafening sound that resounded throughout the airspace attracted everyone's attention.

I hate the rainy season! ! ! It makes me feel like I live in the bottom cabin of a sailing warship every day. The outdoor humidity is 97%, and the indoor humidity is 75%.

Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, QAQ, thank you!