Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 184 03.0183: ‘Strange coincidence’

The Thunderhawk was filled with promethium and its power was surging.

The technical priests on the Holy Will also repaired the Thunderhawk turret on the spine of the boat.

The Blood Angel gunners were alert to the void around them, and two squadrons of furious fighters surrounded the crimson Thunderhawk to escort it.

Horatio leaned on the soft seat of the Thunderhawk.

Reshape the briefcase in his hand.

[If the weapon is melted and absorbed, and then reshaped.

Then I can carry the holy blood chain saw sword ‘Immortal Angel’s Whip’ anytime and anywhere in the future? ] He thought.

Although Horatio was not sure whether digesting this old sword and then releasing it would cause dissatisfaction to the ancient machine spirit.

He decided to try it after returning to the Indefatigable.

Whether it is feasible or not, having this skill means that he can draw a gun at any time in situations where he cannot carry a weapon.

Suddenly, Horatio felt a little terrified.

He thought of the strange phenomena he had just seen on the mutinous crew members.

They were like being controlled by someone, without their own thoughts and ideas.

Horatio didn't know who had come up with what evil plan, but if he was also controlled.

When he attended some high-level meetings where weapons were not allowed, wouldn't he be able to pull out a gun on the spot and shoot all the senior officials of the empire present?

Horatio felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

If such a thing really happened, the murderer would have to be him.

There were all the evidences, and unless the emperor came in person, he would definitely die.

Horatio panted heavily, and this horrifying thought made him not even blink.

This matter must be investigated in any case.

Farida knelt at the window of the Thunder Eagle, watching the flames coming from the bridge of the Retribution-class battleship that was getting farther and farther away, and her chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, so she couldn't breathe.

‘She will kill all of you and bring shame to the entire Hood family…’

‘She will kill all of you and bring shame to the entire Hood family! ’

‘She is a cursed one, and being with her will only make you unhappy. ’

She collapsed backwards exhausted.

Horatio was quick to grab her and hold her in his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked with concern.

There was no light in Farida’s eyes, and she was panting. She could only wave her hand weakly to Horatio and pretend that she was fine.

But her thoughts were already confused.

The prophecy that she wanted to forget all the time was now presented to her again.

9 years ago, she went to school just like an ordinary person, but it turned out to cause bloodshed.

8 years ago, her mother attended the Gothic War Victory Review on the day of St. Gilles’ Day, but a plane crash occurred on the way back, and her body was not found.

Today, eight years later, when it was almost the ninth year, it was still the Sanguinius Festival, and a mutiny occurred on her father's warship...

Everything proved that there was really a terrible curse on her.

Her pupils trembled, her whole body trembled, and her hair became messy.

"It's okay, I'm by your side. Don't think too much, and don't be bothered by the prophecy. You are you, Farida. No one can freeze your life with an empty word." Horatio stroked her back and comforted her gently.

The blonde girl nodded woodenly, and she listened.

Although she knew that Horatio was just comforting her.

[Yes, things haven't reached the worst point yet... Everything... Everything may be just a coincidence, and the prophecy is not true. ]

She tried to stay optimistic as much as possible. As Horatio's soft and warm hands stroked her back, her rapid breathing and heartbeat began to slow down.

And Horatio naturally knew the weight of the prophecy in the Warhammer universe.

He knew what Farida was thinking and what she was worried about.

She was afraid that she was really cursed and would kill him and her father.

For the 41st End Era, the Warhammer universe was full of suffering and superstition.

Prophecy was very important to the Imperials living in this universe.

Because this was really a universe with monsters and demons, atheism had no foothold in this universe, and only firm faith could face the cruel reality.

Maybe Farida was really cursed, or maybe not, he didn't know.

But he wanted to know whether it was really a prophecy curse, or someone was behind it.

From the clues he had just collected, he felt that the latter was more likely.

Because everything seemed to be too "coincidental".

It was as if someone had set a trap for Farida since she was born.

Following this line of thought, Horatio opened up his mind and thought of a more terrifying hypothesis.

[I am a descendant of Admiral Speyer, but I also crashed eight years ago.

And as soon as my soul came to this world, it was sent to be a demon host.

After I finally found out my true identity, my father also "committed suicide".

Isn't all this too coincidental? ]

Horatio expanded his thoughts and connected it to the major events he saw from the GW official before coming to this world, and started to think deeply.

[Could all this be the details of Chaos' conspiracy to weaken the Gothic Fleet in the official history?

The ultimate goal is to achieve the Gothic Fleet, as in the official history, which can only squeeze out that weak fleet strength when dealing with the 13th Black Expedition.

Even more battleships could not be sent out, causing Abaddon's fleet to file out of the Eye of Terror without any hindrance and crush Cadia. ]

All kinds of ideas and conspiracy theories bloomed in his mind like a flower on a iron tree.

Although trivial, they aroused a lot of things that deserved his attention.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the winding roots of the terrifying evil were growing and spreading in a tangled way. The deep darkness and the shocking conspiracy made his mortal body feel deeply suffocated.

If this was a game, he would definitely choose to uninstall this damn game and turn off the computer.

Just flip the table and end it all, fuck the four gods of chaos.

But when everything in this garbage universe really became his life...

In order to survive, so that his soul would not be ravaged and tortured by the devil for thousands of years.

Horatio attached more and more importance to his choices and routes.

He knew that he had to plan every step carefully and carefully in the future.

A single mistake could make his body and soul irreparable at the end of the dangerous M41 End Era.

[Come on, the challenge begins. ]

Horatio exhaled heavily.

Although he felt empty, irritated, and disgusted with the uncertainty of the future and the intrigues around him.

But he could feel that there was a force, a warm and hot force, as if supporting his beliefs and guiding him.

Guided him to make the only correct choice from the countless conspiracies and traps in front of him.

While no one was paying attention, he opened the file package given to him by Lieutenant General Hood and took a peek at the suspicious people and clues recorded in it.

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