Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 177 03.0176: ‘Sudden mutiny? ? ? ’

“The time is ripe, and the next part of our plan can begin.” A man in a monk’s robe, with only a thin chin showing from the shadows, said cunningly with a smile.

“I thought you almost forgot about it!” The fat high priest who had tried to kidnap and sacrifice Horatio and Farida said angrily with a cane.

The veins on his smooth and shiny forehead were bulging, and the blue was purple, which was very scary.

“It is said that the chief officer of the Navy’s intelligence department has collected a list, which may involve us! We must destroy it!”

The fat man shouted: “You don’t know how anxious I am now! I wanted to do it a few days ago. If it weren’t for you, I…”

The expression on that face was exaggerated and hateful. It should have been a man’s face, but I don’t know if it was due to excessive secretion of estrogen or other reasons, it actually showed a kind of pretentious feminine feeling.

"A trump card, to be played at the most appropriate time. I forgive your short-sightedness, hehe." The gray-robed man laughed.

The fat officiant's teeth creaked.

"Get out of here! I will handle the rest myself!"

Boom!

The heavy double doors were slammed shut, emitting a painful groan.

The gray-robed man laughed nervously, his voice getting louder and louder, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

——

At the same time, in the Abyss Port, in a certain forging enclave research room.

A busy technical priest was tinkering around and collecting research samples.

Her movements were sneaky, as cautious as a thief.

At the same time, she was as busy as a squirrel carrying nuts, with the prosthetic limbs and neural dendrites behind her shuttling between various devices, like the snake head of Medusa and the appendages of Arachne.

Several servo skulls floated on the head of the red-robed woman, and the prosthetic eyes kept emitting terrifying red light, as if they were exploring something.

Behind her, maids and housekeepers made of biochemical skin, transformed into doll-like robots, were constantly following the instructions released from the source circuit and executing the orders of the female priest.

Their movements were gentle and fast, and the artificial skin would not leave any fingerprints or traces.

Suddenly, a microbial-level abnormality occurred in an experimental dish, causing the technical priest, Lati-EB2A1, who practiced both engineering and biology, to mechanically turn his head in alertness.

Her head with a stabilizer did not move, and her body turned 90 degrees to the right, and then stepped towards the abnormal experimental dish.

The bright red artificial eye emitted a cold red light, shining on the experimental dish.

The dish contained the "mercury" liquid that Horatio had seized from the neck of the Black Mechanicus priest who was killed by him on the Plague Ship.

Father Lati frowned.

Because in principle, low- and middle-level priests like her were not allowed to touch the products of the Black Mechanicus.

In order to avoid the suspicion of fatal technological heresy, she handed the sample to her mentor.

But unfortunately, a few days after the mentor received the experimental sample, he followed the Great Sage Cambrius to Lucius-Agrippina for a tour of academic research.

Today, she should have been alone in her own research room to conduct academic research.

But there is a technical problem that cannot be solved under the technical blockade.

She racked her brains but could not figure it out. In her thirst for knowledge, she did something that was taboo in the entire Mechanicus.

- While the mentor followed the Great Sage Cambrius to the tour of academic research, she secretly paralyzed the access control servitor with waste code and slipped into the mentor's laboratory.

The sample was also placed in the experimental dish by the mentor.

There was nothing abnormal at first.

But just now, a nano-level reaction occurred inside, which was scanned by one of the servo skulls that swept from above and captured by her amazing brain.

The beautiful goddess leaned forward, and the prosthetic eye continued to adjust the resolution and magnify.

When the magnification reached the limit of the advanced prosthetic eye.

A rare surprise came from Lati's original eyes.

She saw that this pool of liquid that looked very much like mercury was actually hundreds of millions of nanoworms.

They condensed together and looked like a drop of mercury, round and shiny.

Now, these nanoworms suddenly became agitated.

Originally condensed into a drop of water, they began to crawl around and spread around.

This strange phenomenon made Father Lati curious.

After carefully checking that there was no one around, she used a prosthetic limb covered with bionic skin behind her to carefully clamp the experimental dish, and returned to her laboratory with her servants after cleaning up all possible traces.

When she walked out of the laboratory, a semi-finished robot servant that was immersed in a green nutrient solution tank, had its eyelids cut off, and should have no consciousness, moved its muddy yellow eyes.

——

A few minutes later, on the Doomsday-class battlecruiser Indefatigable.

The communications officer on duty suddenly received an urgent telegram from the Retribution-class ‘Sacred Will’.

The officer was a little confused. When he heard the urgent message and gunshots coming from the sound array on his ears, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Report to the captain! Urgent message from the ‘Sacred Will’!" the officer shouted.

Commodore Peru, who was originally taking a nap on the fleet command throne, opened his eyes instantly.

"Report!" he ordered.

The urgent and vague shout of Vice Admiral Hood came from the sound array in front of him.

"There's a mutiny on my ship! I need reinforcements!"

The last two words made Commodore Peru's eyes widen.

He could hear the dense gunfire coming from the command bridge of the Retribution-class battleship.

——

Retribution-class battleship 'Sacred Will', on the command bridge.

Vice Admiral Hood took a pistol and looked for cover at the console in front of the fleet command throne.

"Commodore Peru! Send all the shark assault boats immediately. There's a damn mutiny on my ship!"

A laser flew past the top of the vice admiral's head, knocking his golden-threaded officer's bicorne hat to the ground, with a smoking laser burn hole on it.

"Yes, General... How long can this situation last?" Commodore Peru asked anxiously.

"Very pessimistic! The armed forces mutinied! First, the Lord Captain shot and killed the captain, and then died together with the Fleet Military Supervisor."

Vice Admiral Hood looked at the chaotic bridge. The General Guard was trying to eliminate the mutineers on the bridge and desperately blocked the armed sailors rushing towards the bridge.

The captain of the battleship "Sacred Will", who had 35 years of experience in commanding battleships, lost half of his head. His bicorne hat fell on his abdomen, and he was lying on the battleship command throne with his eyes open.

Two more loud gunshots.

The Lord Captain, who mutinied inexplicably, was blasted with a grenade gun by the fleet military supervisor (Commissar) with quick eyes and hands, and his entire head was smashed, and he fell on the command console.

The blood short-circuited the entire console, causing this huge machine to burn with a click.

And the Fleet Military Supervisor only had his last breath left. He lay on the cold deck, coughing blood in pain.

Blood soaked the white coat of the Navy Inspector, and there was a big hole on his chest and the officer's neck badge that was gushing with blood.

The "Sacred Will" was originally normal, but suddenly such an absurd scene happened.

Then, Vice Admiral Hood received urgent telegrams from the reserve officers on all decks and cabins of the ship reporting the armed forces mutiny before they died.

This dense news made him incredible.

As the guards of the warship, the armed forces of the Imperial Navy mutinied? ? ? ?

And there was no sign at all, and a premeditated rebellion suddenly occurred in an instant? ? ? ?

This is as absurd as the military police mutiny and the occupation of the military headquarters.

What's worse is that there seems to be a lot of mutineers.

With only a few hundred people in the General Guard, it is impossible to stop the armed wave of the mutiny.

This is why someone was eager to let Horatio leave the Abyss Port first after the battle of the Church of the Goddess.

If he didn't leave, he would be stabbed to death by the out-of-control pilgrims who had gathered after hearing about the miracle.

Then the blame was put on the fanatics of the pilgrims, and all of them were executed and silenced, turning it into a historical unsolved case.

A certain Inquisitor learned that something big was happening through the sudden prophecy of his "ally" (doubtful).

But the Inquisitor, who had just returned from the Calixis Sector after learning the prophecy, had no time to investigate the conspiracy.

The riddle-like prophecy of the "ally" didn't tell him many useful details.

To be on the safe side, let Brigadier General Peru, a former attendant of the Inquisition, call Horatio away first. It just so happened that the Brigadier General also wanted to pave the way for him.

No one knows who is the traitor around him.

Welcome to the end of the 41st millennium, this rotten world.

There is no novice village, and it's hellish difficulty when you get there.

One mistake will lead to eternal damnation.

Everything may be a conspiracy trap of the enemy.

However, everything could be a bait for the Empire and its allies.

The Gothic Fleet is in great crisis.

On the ground, in the void, fighting in the open and in the dark.

Traitors and real murderers hidden in the huge Empire system.

Multiple open and mysterious "allies" in the dark.

True and false, dreamlike and illusory prophecies.

Wise Inquisitor, Devil Inquisitor

The great value and treasures contained in the dark frontier of the Empire that even the light of the Star Torch cannot illuminate.

The precarious Cadia and the impending disaster of galactic destruction.

Horatio: Come on, the challenge begins. But I am not fighting alone.