Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 169 03.0168: ‘Two generations, one ship’

The ships in the void formed a fleet of initial size.

Light cruisers, frigates and destroyers surrounded the two void giants, forming a tight barrier of protection.

The captured Dreadnought was dragged behind by dozens of thick chains.

In the middle of the fleet was the battle barge Blade of Vengeance, and 100 kilometers away was the battle cruiser Indefatigable.

Each ship suffered more or less structural damage.

The Indefatigable scrapped two side lance turrets, and a small part of the armored platform carrying the turrets collapsed.

Fortunately, the technical priests disconnected the energy transmission in time, so that the energy short circuit did not melt half of the side.

The entire side was covered with dense bullet holes like a honeycomb.

There were also some stuck unexploded bombs.

The shipwrights and the bomb disposal team were carefully removing the fuses of these shells.

The craftsman priest was chanting mysterious prayers beside them, hypnotizing the bloodthirsty and corrupted machine souls of these shells, praying that they would not suddenly wake up and explode during the bomb disposal process.

On the deck.

Under the funeral presided over by the priests or monks of the state church.

After the bodies of the sacrificed crew members were completely sewn with canvas, they were slowly pushed into the void.

And prayed for the power of the light of the emperor to guide them to the golden throne.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stand up, there are some things here."

The boatswain led the sailors to count the remains of the victims and auction them to other nearby clans.

"A pipe! Come on, ladies and gentlemen, be generous to the widows who lost their husbands and the children who lost their fathers." The boatswain picked up a pipe, a relic of a rope sailor.

"50 Gothic coins." A sailor said.

"70."

"1000." An armed sailor who was patrolling nearby with a gun on his back said.

"What? Are you sure?" The boatswain asked in surprise.

"The traitor's bayonet almost pierced me at that time, and he stabbed it with a spear and saved my life."

The boatswain nodded silently.

"Any more? 1000 once! 1000 twice! 1000 three times!"

The boatswain knocked down the gavel.

"Thank you, kind sir." He solemnly handed the relic to the armed sailor who bought it.

The sailor stuffed the money into the boatswain's hand, took the pipe and carried the gun on his back and walked away.

"The next one, a scarf, is still intact, but there is a little blood on it. Who is willing to buy it..."

The money from the auction will be handed over to the families of the victims by the boatswain.

This is how the sailors of the navy help each other to this day.

No one knows whether the next battle will not bring suffering to their families.

This charity auction organized spontaneously by the boatswains after the war made everyone feel a little more at ease.

All ships were very busy. The emergency rest after the war was like a city after a flood. There were a lot of places that needed to be repaired, inspected, replaced, and prepared.

But the well-trained naval officers quickly arranged the tasks, and the old warrant officers who had served on the Indefatigable for decades would perform these tasks well.

The overwhelmed officers needed to rest and release some pressure.

Enjoy a good meal in the luxurious banquet hall.

As officers, Horatio and Farida were naturally invited by the captain.

The young man and woman wiped the sweat off their heads and finally walked out of the hot and somewhat closed artillery command platform.

The warrant officers of the two giant guns came to see them off.

The warrant officers stood in two rows and saluted the two young but technically competent officers.

Especially the young male officer.

Horatio walked and chatted with Farida, and nodded to them solemnly and majestically.

Two bottles of fine wine specially provided by officers, one bottle of fine Amachaic cognac was given to the warrant officers by the armed sergeant of the boarding team.

Another bottle of Saint Diallo rum with an equally high alcohol content was given to the boarding team members who served as guards conscientiously.

They were moved by the generosity of this young officer, and everyone was grateful to him.

Whether openly or secretly, everyone praised the goodness of this legendary officer.

"Where are we going, Horatio?"

"Captain's office." He replied with a smile, and nodded to each officer he met.

The two came to the bottom of the bridge, where there were obviously more officers.

In this occasion, Farida seemed much more at ease than when she was with the warrant officers.

As the daughter of a vice admiral, she was accustomed to seeing respectable naval officers in front of her since she was a child.

The captain's office is located at a slightly higher level where the bridge merges into the hull.

Here, there are arched decorative portholes all around, and curved metal grilles are used as decoration inside and outside, which is no different from the palace style.

As soon as Horatio stepped into the 500-square-meter captain's office, he heard melodious music.

The Indefatigable military band was playing music on the stage, with a grand show, completely the scale of a symphony orchestra.

The melody was quiet and melodious, which made people feel comfortable, washed away the tension in the battle, and relaxed people's muscles at once.

Horatio could hear that this was the flat-pitched variation of the Imperial Navy's military music "Rule! The Empire of Man!"

Horatio walked on the wide and soft red carpet with gold thread embroidered on the edge, and walked towards the hall with Farida.

In the middle is a huge and stylish oval lacquered wood hollow ring table inlaid with gems and gold, which is hand-planed by senior carpenters in the Garden World.

The table is covered with three layers of elegant and gorgeous embroidered tablecloths.

The first layer is the tablecloth for entering the table.

The second layer is unveiled in the middle of the banquet.

The third layer is prepared for desserts and fruits.

There is a layer of soft leather between each layer of tablecloth as a barrier to prevent soup and oil from seeping into the bottom and soaking the replacement tablecloth.

On the table are sterling silver tableware for officers.

The warm and wet napkins are folded into eagles, flames, long swords and other shapes that are pleasing to officers.

For those officers with titles, the napkins on their tables are even folded into the shape of family coats of arms.

Therefore, Horatio saw his seat at a glance, and the napkin was folded into a winding sea dragon, the glorious totem of the Cochran family.

Next to it is the eagle of the Hood family.

The center of the oval table is hollow, and there is a lifting platform below.

Right below is the spacious officers' kitchen, which employs the best chefs in Abyssal Port.

They never have to worry about employment, and many of them are poached by captains or generals as private chefs.

Others are also snapped up by the hive nobles.

The Imperial Navy even gave the chief chef of the officers' kitchen an honorary position with an annual salary of one million: the Master of Dining.

Now it is the pre-dinner cocktail party.

The officers close to the bridge have gathered here in advance, tasting wine while waiting for the remaining officers who have arrived from other parts of this 5.3-kilometer-long giant ship.

They stand or sit loosely, and gather in groups of three or two to talk.

A well-dressed official attendant wearing white stockings and small leather shoes came up, with a tray in his hand showing a variety of fine wines.

Each one is produced in the vast territory of the Emperor and is derived from the essence of various human empire worlds.

This is what the officers deserve.

The people standing here are the best, most learned, and most capable officers in the entire human empire.

"What kind of wine do you like, ma'am?" Horatio asked in a gentlemanly manner.

Because it was not a period of high alert, he tactfully changed his military rank into an elegant honorific, and was extremely familiar, just like an aristocrat.

"Sweet." Farida returned to her normal state of being a lady in front of a group of officers, with elegant manners.

"Ah." Horatio smiled and nodded, "Then I recommend you to taste the aromatherapy fruit juice added to the Catalin white wine."

"Is there anything special about this one? I would like to hear your introduction, Mr. Horatio." She asked elegantly and decently, like a fish in water.

"Catalin white wine is the best white wine in the human empire. For many people, it only exists in dreams and is a rare wine. Thanks to the Charter Fleet."

Horatio's words aroused Farida's interest. She asked the official attendant to add aromatherapy fruit juice to the Catalin white wine according to Horatio's instructions.

Farida placed her pink lips, painted with glitter lip glaze, on the edge of the cup and tasted it elegantly.

Her sparkling green eyes widened instantly.

"It's really delicious."

Horatio kept smiling and took out a glass of precious brandy called Ryanka from the tray, which was produced in the feudal world.

It is said that this liquor is brewed according to the pure medieval French brandy production process, and the taste is mellow and rich.

The two of them each held a goblet and walked into the banquet hall.

"Son of Thomas! Oh, and Miss Hood, nice to meet you."

Seeing the two talented and beautiful young candidates coming, an officer with gold thread tassel shoulder boards on both shoulders extended a wine glass to Horatio and greeted him with a smile.

"You've grown so tall now. When I saw you, you were only a child up to my knees."

"Well, as this face grows from immature to mature, I feel that it is exactly the same as your father." A female officer sitting praised, and also held out a wine glass to Horatio and Farida.

"The noble gentlemen of the Cochran family are even equal in strength. When Thomas Cochran was your age, he also made some achievements as a candidate officer." A one-eyed officer wearing an eye patch snorted and laughed.

"Let's toast to Chief Lord Captain Thomas Cochran. May he bless our promotion." An officer with two arms and one eye made of advanced prosthetics raised a goblet and shouted to the crowd.

"Cheers to Chief Lord Captain Thomas Cochran. May he bless our promotion."

Several naval officers sitting in the luxurious curtain booths recognized Horatio.

From time to time, several kitchen servants and apprentices passed by the crowd, busy serving them.

Pour wine for them, choose glasses, and mix fine wine.

The officers in front of Horatio were all naval captains.

Both shoulders had eye-catching golden tassel shoulder boards, noble and domineering.

The noble gentlemen and ladies in front of him were the third, fourth, and fifth mates of the Indefatigable...

The second mate was standing not far away to report the work arrangements to Captain Perru and the Lord Captain, who was the first mate.

These senior and powerful people on the Indefatigable sat casually on the soft gilded sofas or stood on the carpet on the side, tasting wine and chatting.

[Is this worshipping my father as the god of naval promotion?] Horatio raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and extended his wine glass to them.

When his father, whom he had never met, was still the second in command on this giant ship, they were all junior lieutenants.

Now, these gentlemen and ladies have become sacred and inviolable existences above the billions of people in the empire.

And I have also set foot on the warship where two generations have served together, walking the same path, but the ending may be different.

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