Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

The shriek of air raid sirens echoed in the sky.

Faxia stared blankly at the sky stained red with blood and flames, his dark eyes colored by the overwhelming scarlet scene.

The person standing here is not the tall female pilot in her twenties, but a child in her early ten years.

The Hellclaw formations of the Chaos army flew unscrupulously over Tallan as if they were in an uninhabited land.

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One after another, with the scream of death, heavy bombs fell from the belly of the Hell Claw fighter-bomber with the Chaos Eight-pointed Star welded to it.

An unclean blue fluorescent light fell on the desert city of Tallarn.

Under the intensive carpet bombing, these sandy cities inevitably turned into a hell-like sea of ​​​​fire.

Houses were collapsing, people wearing traditional Talan robes ran away in panic on the road, injured children knelt on the ground crying, injured citizens fell to the ground in mourning-··

"Oh, God Emperor, I pray that you will bless my little angel--that the soul will be saved after death."

A father held a child dug out from the scalding rubble, knelt on his "home" that had been reduced to rubble, cried in pain, and kissed the lifeless body of the baby with tears.

Soon, a tsunami of flames swept behind him and engulfed everything.

"Father——.——Mom————brother——sister.·

Tears flashed in Fasha's eyes, but she gritted her teeth and tried hard not to let the tears fall, as if that represented some kind of failure.

Several tall warriors with their faces covered tightly and holding laser guns stood in front of the girl. A masked woman in the lead squatted down, stroked Faxia's hair, and said softly to regain her energy.

"What a beautiful child. Don't be afraid, we are the Taran Desert Resistance Army, and we will take you to a safe place."

The female resistance soldier who did not introduce herself took Fasha's little hand and led her and a dozen other children in the same situation away from the red ruins.

"Those lackeys of Chaos dare to claim that our desperate counterattack is just despicable revenge!"

"They dare to claim that, according to the scriptures handed down by their evil gods, Tallan is their promised land, and we are the invaders.

If we resist, they will bring death to us and our families! "

"Come on! Warriors of Tallan, let us bring punishment to the traitors! Revenge for those we love!"

"Attack! Attack! For the God-Emperor! For the Empire!"

Hundreds of masked soldiers raised their guns and shouted in unison. The voices were so loud and high-pitched that they were not at all as tragic as launching a desperate attack.

The masked woman walked up to Fasha, knelt down and stroked her hair as before.

"We are about to strike, Farsha. We will free our lands from Chaos and avenge our families."

"Will you come back?" Fasha asked.

The masked woman blinked her beautiful and long eyelashes, lowered her head, and chuckled.

This unknown female warrior from the Taran Desert Resistance Army took out a beautiful short knife from her waist.

It was stuffed into Fasha's hand.

"Don't worry, we will definitely win. This is for you, my favorite knife. It is very easy to use to kill traitors. I hope you like it."

Then, she stood up, shouldered the laser gun, and got on the crude homemade gyrocopter.

"Goodbye, Fasha." The rotors stirred up the wind and sand, and the woman gave a thumbs up and shouted loudly.

Soon, the fans at the back of these homemade gyroplanes slowly rotated, taking off slowly like dandelions, soaring into the blue sky, deep into the golden desert, and floating into the distance.

"Wow! Dandelion!" Dozens of children nearby shouted excitedly as they followed the trajectory of these men and women flying out.

Her eyes reflected the majestic figures of the 'Dandelion' warriors taking off into the sky, filled with ignorant longing.

This was the last time Fasha saw these warriors of the Tallan Resistance Army. She did not know the name of the female warrior, nor did she know who she was.

But she knew that these men and women were heroic warriors who sacrificed their lives for the liberation of Tallan's occupied areas.

The brave people of Tallarn.

"Name, age." The Imperial Navy Air Force recruitment officer didn't even look up, and pointed at the registration form with a quill.

“Anya Fasha, 16————-Ah, no, 18!”

The recruitment officer raised his eyelids and glanced at the skinny, dark and frail little girl in front of him who was still trying to get up to her height.

Then she frowned, and just when she was about to impatiently say the next thing, Jing noticed the exquisite Talan dagger on her waist, and the words were on her lips.

"Why did you choose to join the Imperial Naval Air Force?"

"Report sir! All my family members were killed by Chaos bombs in indiscriminate air raids on Tallan... I want to prevent this from happening again."

Anya Fasha took a deep breath, with firm eyes and a decisive tone.

The recruitment officer of the Imperial Navy Air Force looked at her firm and determined eyes, and after looking at her for a long time, he said slowly:

"Report in the aviation school physical examination room tomorrow afternoon. Next!'

In the shuttle platform.

"Our aviation fleet has lost more than 70% of its pilots."

"Lieutenant Faxia, you are the most senior and have the highest military rank here."

"Assault order! New attack order from the Aviation Department!"

"But we are almost out of players, and we need to make up for it."

"Brothers and sisters of Hainan Airlines, please fly again. For the civilians in the war-----I will bear the brunt."

"It's Lieutenant Fasha."

That night, Fasha sat alone on the bow of the scarred Fury fighter plane, looking at the empty shuttle pad with empty eyes.

"Oh, Captain Fasha, do you need a bed partner?" asked the brightly dressed and elegant naval captain.

"If I need someone to help warm the bed, my wingman, that girl Veronica, will do." Fasha declined with a chuckle.

"Oh no, of course not the kind, I mean, the lover kind.

Of course, if you want to go further, that's not impossible, if you want. You know, like boyfriend and girlfriend relationships. "

"Let's wait until my next sortie is over, Captain. I don't recommend that you pursue a pilot of the Imperial Naval Air Force. If it's just for fun, you can consider others. I'm very busy."

Fasha replied with a smile, holding the flight helmet under his ribs, and left without looking back.

"Hey, little Fasha, we've arrived on the planet Fal!? Why do we have to attack as soon as we arrive!" Veronica complained.

"Stop complaining and let's go, this is our job."

"What? The mothership is about to leave? But there are still so many of us - this is an entire regiment! How dare they?!"

[Am I going to die so worthlessly...but I can obviously continue to fight...]

"Veronica, Vertin, Sparlan - can you hear me -"

‘·—·No response’

"This is Skyhawk 1. Please respond to nearby ships -"

'No response'

"This is Skyhawk 1. Please respond to nearby ships -"

'No response'

Faxia, whose body was frozen, had a flash of despair in his eyes.

"Call the Fury Crew 'Skyhawk 1', this is the Gothic Fleet 'Indefatigable', please reply." Suddenly, a young man's clear voice came from the communication device.

! Her eyes, covered with a thin layer of frost, opened stiffly and slightly.

"'Skyhawk One"----Received. ""