Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

The huge shield may be called the most embarrassing part of the entire battleship.

The environment here is stuffy and hot, and the air is filled with the scent of the Adeptus Mechanicus' unknown incense and machine oil. It is then mixed with the smell of sweat and is inhaled into the abdominal cavity and finally spit out.

The hydraulic pump components around the torpedo silo continuously eject steaming hot air, causing the body temperature to rise to 42 degrees.

Crew members of different genders and races work with their breasts exposed in this hot environment, wearing void suits,

The only outcome will be heat stroke.

From time to time, there would be muffled thuds and harsh scratching sounds from above the head, and the vibrations along with the hanging incense swayed, colliding with each other, and making a tinkling sound.

It was the sound of a giant cannonball hitting the shield, exploding or being bounced off.

It's like the drumsticks hitting the drum head, but the person is inside the drum.

Every enemy shell that hits will double the pressure on the crew working in the rear, and everyone will have bulging and congested veins on their heads.

They don't know when the falling debris will fall from above their heads and kill people, so they can only continue to work in fear and numbness.

"Captain's order! Launch torpedoes!"

On the high platform at the back, a messenger shouted.

"The torpedo has been warmed up in advance! Ready to launch!'

The warrant officer of the torpedo maintenance team under the command of the technical priest shook his shiny head and reported.

"Close the silo cover!"

"It's closed, pump out the air in the well and maintain the vacuum!"

"The parameters have been confirmed, the torpedo dispersion range is 10,000 meters!"

""0100101——.-The launch prayer is being executed.————·.Toll the big bell once and open the external cover——....Toll the big bell twice and build the main pilot!

Engine warm-up——.

The nagging technical priest chanted the torpedo launch prayer in a stiff tone.

Rather than saying it was a prayer, it was more like a torpedo launching procedure formula arranged into a poem.

"Torpedo launched!"

The lookout officer reports to Horatio.

The two warships fine-tuned their angles before turning in parallel, aiming the ships at the target. Six torpedoes flew out from the launcher, and then six more.

A total of 12 Helios torpedoes, dragging golden and red tail flames, flew toward the target at extremely fast speeds.

This is the Imperial Navy's cutting-edge short-burn torpedo. Its speed is an astonishing 50% faster than the standard Helios torpedo!

Their speed and the close distance at this time made them difficult to intercept.

"An enemy ship launching a torpedo has been detected! The speed is very fast, and it will hit us in 20 seconds!" A panicked warning came from the crew on the Chaos flagship.

Admiral Chaos looked at the thunder body and a whole row of golden flame trails on the screen, and shouted to the cabin commander: "High-energy steering!

Left full rudder! Full left rudder! "

The two Chaos cruisers immediately activated their steering engines, using this disruptive and energy-consuming maneuver at this decisive moment.

The nature is like handing over flash before the group starts in a moba game. It's the same principle.

"Haha! Black Shrimp has turned! What a good opportunity, give me a chance to pass by! Cut their formation!" The green-skinned warrior wearing a captain's hat pinched the sheet he seized from Blue Shrimp with two thick fingers. binoculars, excitedly clapped the armrests and shouted.

"Yes, boss!"

After Chaos's two largest battleships turned around, the green-skinned Big Rock and the two cruiser-class junk ships collided head-on with torpedoes. "Yi! Boss! It's a small flying stick, ah no, it's a big flying stick." Flying stick!”

When the green-skinned warship activated its acceleration and rammed towards the Chaos warship, two torpedoes finally hit the rear engine of the 'Emperor's Death', which was unable to dodge, and four more torpedoes were fired towards the junk ship's gluttonous mouth. go.

The strong light of the successive explosions illuminated the hulls of surrounding warships, and the light was so bright that it even triggered the photosensitive filtering device of the glass on the command bridge of the Indefatigable.

At this point, none of the 12 short-burning torpedoes were empty, and all achieved results.

The Chaos warship took 5 shots, and the remaining 7 shots hit two green cruisers respectively.

Four of them went directly into the big mouth of a junk ship. The huge explosion lifted off the "upper jaw" of the strange face, leaving only half of the lower jaw still in a funny scene.

The command deck and deck of the garbage ship itself were completely destroyed in this attack, and countless greenskins and grts were floating around along with countless void garbage fragments.

The cruiser's cannons were still firing, and the power system was still operating.

But the course of the aircraft body without the command of the "brain" has been out of control.

It could only hit the Emperor's Death directly, forcing it to perform high-energy steering again to avoid the impact.

The uneven appearance of the junk ship, scaly rocks and warped scrap metal that resembled sharp teeth, scraped against the starboard deck of the Chaos lead ship. Several scars were cut in the clusters of flames caused by friction and impact, just like fingers slicing across a cake. Smear crewmen and Chaos Astartes within reach into a pulp directly on the deck.

Then it grazed the shield of the Lord Daros and sailed into the distance. Several huge cannon shells fell unwillingly on the Indefatigable. Fortunately, they were stopped by the void shield.

"Huh? How can you drive a boat with a head! I won't be able to hit Xiami's boat!" The big guy who controlled a green cannon scratched his bare scalp and thought.

‘If you can’t beat me, you’ll beat me! As long as I cum enough! There is always a way to get the best out of you! Waaaaagh! ! "Another big guy with a dreadlocked scooter on his head roared to vent the firepower in his hands and roared.

The garbage ship sailed farther and farther, and its firing became less and less accurate, until it lost all its range and finally became a cathartic output to the void. Commodore Perru sent a destroyer squadron to follow it and ordered them to use torpedoes to end this uncontrolled big iron lump.

Otherwise, it might take several years, and the big master inside would one day repair it and let it sail in the universe again.

But the commodore did not want these aliens to survive and continue to threaten the surrounding world.

Facing a lone and uncontrolled warship, even if it was the size of a cruiser, it was just a half-crippled elephant to the destroyer wolf pack. As long as they were willing to spend some time, they could eventually tear it apart with torpedoes.

Inner orbit of Far Star.

"Waaaaaagh! Charge me!"

The fortified space channel was now filled with the wreckage of green-skinned garbage ships that were destroyed or crashed into the anchor mine belt.

But these beasts, who only had killing in their eyes, roared and launched another round of attacks after suffering heavy losses.

The thick smoke from the garbage ship made it difficult for the cruisers of the Karl-Duniyash fleet to aim at the greenskin warships behind them, and the visibility of the observation sight feedback was extremely poor.

Under the pressure of the attack, the Star Fortress Control had to manually detonate the minefield at the end, trying to block and kill the greenskins.

After a series of explosions, the thick smoke and the diffuse metal cloud completely obscured the traces of the greenskins.

Everyone looked nervously and hopefully at the corridor that fell into calm after the explosion, and some garbage ship wreckage slowly floated out of the smoke.

It seemed that at least one of the greenskins' large warships should have been completely blown up.

Just as people thought so with a fluke mentality, a rumbling asteroid rushed out of the thick smoke, and the huge engine burned fiercely. The impure fuel and the fart spirits carried were thrown into the combustion chamber by the big mechanic, turning into a larger and thicker gray haze spewed out of the tail nozzle.

"Enemy ships are attacking!"

The observer's shrill cry once again resounded through the bridges of the ships.