Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 183 03.0182: ‘If you can’t disturb the throne, you will sacrifice your life to the God Emperor’

Horatio held his breath, knowing that Lieutenant General Hood was entrusting Farida to him in the form of his 'last words'.

"General, I implore you to come with us to the Indefatigable. The armed forces currently coming to support may not be able to..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

Eventually it turned into a frustrated sigh.

He knew so well the pride and iron-clad military rules of proud sailors that he didn't say any more in the end.

"Mr. Cochrane, are you asking a fleet commander, the former captain of the USS Divine Will, to leave his battleship and abandon his responsibilities to survive?" Vice Admiral Hood's eyes were filled with fear of death. Perseverance and determination, his tone also became serious.

"If I can't hold on, I will be bound to the final fate of this battleship.

Even if the engine is overloaded and she sinks with the ship, I will not give her up to the traitor! They get nothing! "

"..." Horatio put his feet together, lowered his head, and saluted the lieutenant general.

Vice Admiral Hood is ultimately in charge of the Divine Will, a valuable asset of the Imperial Navy, according to Imperial Navy Decree.

If there is any damage to this battleship, even if the Vice Admiral himself survives, he will be brought to a naval court-martial afterwards.

And they will 100% be sentenced to death for dereliction of duty and living an ignoble life.

Knowing that they are all dead.

Almost all naval officers and captains would rather die standing than kneel down to survive for a short period of time and then be humiliatingly judged as a sinner and executed.

"If you can't cause trouble to the throne, you will sacrifice your life to the God Emperor."

Lieutenant General Hood said these words without any hesitation. Judging from his resolute face, he must have been prepared to face all the worst-case scenarios.

"If I can't see you alive in Abyss Port, then Farida will be under your care from now on, Mr. Horatio Cochrane, an imperial naval officer."

Lieutenant General Hood looked firmly at the instruments on the command platform.

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Horatio saluted him again.

"Bon voyage." The vice-admiral puffed up his chest and began to take command of the battleship again.

Farida obviously had many more things she wanted to say to her father.

Horatio can understand, after all, in this critical situation, no one can tell whether the father and daughter will see each other for the last time.

"Farida, let's go. We don't have time to waste, otherwise the remaining promethium fuel of the Fury fighter jets that are on alert in the void will not be enough to escort us."

Farida glanced at her father one last time, and then followed Horatio down to the bridge.

Lieutenant General Hood took one last look at the two young men who were drifting away.

His sharp eyes revealed mixed emotions.

The side of his face, which was boney and sharp like a knife, bulged under his gritted teeth, finally turned his thoughts back to the present.

He understood that he might not be a qualified father and failed to bring happiness to his only daughter.

But as an imperial soldier, the responsibilities entrusted to him by the God-Emperor were far more important to him than his parents.

"Vice Admiral Hood will be fine. More and more troops are rushing to support the bridge. When the Blood Angel cuts off the power, they will also come to protect the bridge."

Watching groups of armed troops with military police marks on their bodies rushing from the gangway to the bridge to fight against the mutineers, Farida was still worried, but with Horatio's comfort, her worries were slightly relieved. Quite a bit.

"You're right, we need to protect these documents. Hey... where are the documents?" Farida just took a breath, and then she was stunned to find the large package of naval documents filled with consecrated parchment in Horatio's hand. The bag disappeared.

She looked at Horatio in surprise, but she knew that he was not a careless man who would lose things.

Horatio squeezed the iron hand, and a pool of brown and brown mixed liquid condensed on the fingertips of the iron hand, turning into a briefcase again.

Farida looked through the gap in the leather bag's buckle and saw clearly the writing on the parchment inside.

Then Horatio turned so many bags into liquid in front of her and absorbed them into the iron hand.

"Don't worry, it will be safer this way."

Although she didn't understand what was going on, she didn't have time to think about it. She nodded, and the others quickened their pace together.

As reinforcements joined in the suppression, the entire CIC War Command Center became increasingly chaotic, with lasers and stray bullets flying everywhere.

The Blood Angels used their strong ceramic armor as human shields and formed a phalanx to protect the young officers.

But soon, they encountered a problem. They were in conflict with the reinforcements rushing to the bridge to support them. Although it was safer here, it would block the reinforcements' route to the bridge.

In his mind, Horatio constructed a three-dimensional picture in his mind using the three views used when the design ideas of the Retribution-class battleship were explained in the naval school.

"From this way." Horatio quickly weighed the pros and cons. He was protected by the Blood Angels. Even if he took the route that was being contested, it would be better than blocking the way of reinforcements.

Anyway, the important documents are in my iron hand, so I don't have to worry about being hit by stray bullets.

"Sir, there is a firefight ahead! Oh, God Emperor..." More than a dozen armed sailors who set up a blockade at the intersection said to Horatio. Then they saw the legendary space warriors, and they all performed the Aquila salute.

"Let's find a way to get to the AA-101 terminal from here, right?"

"Yes, sir. Go straight to the left from the front, then make five turns and you'll be there."

Seeing that what the soldier said was the same as what Horatio remembered, it meant that the internal structure of this Retribution-class battleship had not been greatly modified at least in the bridge.

"Guard this place well, don't let any mutineers go!"

"Yes, sir."

The task force ran quickly, and before they had taken twenty steps, they were attacked by mutineers.

The Blood Angels used jet packs to charge forward, rushed into the crowd and killed people.

Horatio took Farida and ran out of the gap under the protection of four Astartes.

These strange mutineers rushed towards anyone holding a navy briefcase in their hands, killing them and then destroying these briefcases as if they were looking for this confidential document.

Fortunately, Horatio had hidden the big bag. Without the direct command of the mastermind behind the scenes, these strange mutineers just equated Horatio with a general target and did not pay special attention to him.

Under the diligent cover of the Holy Blood Angels, Horatio soon returned to the docking station.

"Captain, clear a path, quick!"

"Did you get the stuff?"

"Yes."

"You guys! Shovel these assault boats away! Make way for the Thunder Eagle!"

"Isn't the Thunder Eagle out of fuel?" the Blood Angel driver asked.

"Sir. We have extracted fuel from other Shark assault boats.

The Thunder Eagle has been refilled with promethium, and you can drive it back again."

"Well done."

"Let's go, fighting brothers."

The technical sergeant of the Imperial Navy drove something similar to a sentinel mecha, using huge pliers and claws to push the densely packed landing crafts out of the way.

Leave space for the Thunder Eagle to take off and land.

After Horatio saluted the officers who were doing their duty on the platform, he and the Blood Angels got on the Thunder Eagle gunship protected by heavy armor again.

The two drivers turned on all the switches skillfully, and the surging engines began to roar.

The loyal officers and soldiers of the empire on the docking station saluted the Thunder Eagle that slowly took off vertically, and watched the holy blood emblem on it rush out of the battleship that had served the empire for thousands of years under a golden and blue fire.

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