Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 573 06.0572: 'Thorn in the Back'

Four torpedoes carrying the wrath of the All-Machine God drew deadly trajectories in the void.

As these kisses of death approached the Orc war patrol, a greenskin warlord with bloodshot eyes suddenly jumped up from the rusty throne.

"What the hell?" He stroked the hair on his head with the hand without the hydraulic claw, and his boots made a loud noise on the metal deck.

Then he grabbed the fart spirit that was jumping on the guardrail and held the thin body upside down to the porthole: "Let me see it clearly!"

The fart spirit that was hung upside down frantically straightened the cracked telescope, and four increasingly clear flames were reflected in the cloudy eyepiece.

"Gah! It's a torpedo! A torpedo that's going to kill me!" The screams echoed in the rusty cabin.

"Waaagh! Blow these little flying sticks into pieces for me!" The warlord swung his hand and smashed the screaming fart spirit against the cabin wall, creating a ball of blood on the metal surface covered with bullet holes.

At the command, the noise level of the entire battleship made of scrap metal reached a new level, and the tilted large da-ka guns spewed out ammunition like a rainstorm.

At this moment, the bionic nerve bundle inside the pilot torpedo suddenly vibrated.

The moment the servitor was pushed out by the hydraulic device, a torrent of data flashed in his pupils: "Trajectory prediction... start evasion."

The silver projectile inlaid with a double-headed eagle emblem suddenly burst into strong light, like a phosphorescent jellyfish leaping out of the deep sea, drawing a strange evasive curve in the dense rain of bullets.

It was also at this time that the wetware inside the improved Helios torpedo began to respond, and the servitor installed in the middle of the seeker raised its head.

The lead torpedo immediately emitted a strong light and broke away from the torpedo plane alongside it.

The other torpedoes continued to "hide their identities", quietly hiding in their original planes, following the information chain sent by the pilot torpedo and heading towards the target.

The lead torpedo leaped high, like a bright star, facing the overwhelming bullets, attracting the dense gun lines on the garbage ship, and began to perform evasive maneuvers.

Through the quantum prism of the outer shell, the wetware brain of the robot servant is reconstructing the spatial model at a speed of millions of times per second.

"Intercept barrage detected, trajectory analyzed——"

It seems that few of the greenskins' narrow minds have reacted to the need to pull out the lead time. Even if some smart ones realize this, the lead time requires precise ammunition calculations to grasp...

etc!

The shells fired by the orcs followed a strange "Anxunsi" trajectory, sometimes spiraling up into the sky, and sometimes changing direction in mid-air.

The built-in robot servant exerted all its computing power to urgently avoid the incoming and approaching shells.

The pilot torpedo flew up and down, and thousands of speeding arrows passed by its body.

Suddenly, three shells wrapped in green energy attacked in a triangular shape, and the synapses of the mechanical servants vibrated at an overclocked frequency.

Sizzle! Bang!

One of the arrows hit the outer steel shell of the torpedo, making a crisp bouncing sound.

Sparks flew from the left thruster, and half-melted bulletproof ceramic flakes off like a broken eggshell.

A crooked slanted hole was drilled there, but no serious damage was caused - the double-layer armor designed by Sage Lati saved the "shipwreck"'s life, but the leaking coolant was flowing along the pipes.

"Warning: Neural connection integrity has dropped to 47%..." The synthesized voice of the servitor was drowned out by the increasingly violent rain of bullets.

When the distance was shortened to the lethal range, the greenskins suddenly let out a deafening war cry, and thousands of tracer bullets weaved into a web of death.

The luck of the pilot torpedo did not last long.

As the distance got closer to the Ork battlecruiser, the time left for the servitor processor to operate became shorter and shorter, while the greenskin gunners became more and more at ease - for a torpedo, the moment it finally hits is the victory, and how many bullets it has dodged before is not the point.

"Haha! I caught you! Eat my big gun! Waaaaaaagh!" The greenskin let out a violent roar.

Boom boom boom!

"A break in the infusion line has been detected... Nutrient solution leakage... Insufficient nutrient supply... Computing power has dropped significantly... Alert! Alert! Insufficient computing power, reduced evasive ability." The robot servant muttered to itself in a dull mechanical voice.

laugh!

The flying bullets left more and more mottled marks on the pilot torpedo. The internal pipelines were torn, and liquid nitrogen and rare gases gushed out of the pipelines and leaked between the bulletproof casings.

Beep beep!

The rapid warning sound spread throughout the entire missile body.

"May Om Messiah forgive me..."

Whoosh! Bang!

In the last 0.3 seconds, the damaged torpedo core glowed like a star.

The light was so strong that even the crew on the Tau warships felt it was dazzling through the anti-glare glass.

The power is so great that the greenskins who love big explosions exclaimed, "This is so powerful! Waaaaagh!"

"Those green bastards must be cheering, but we still have three gifts waiting for them."

On the bridge of the Epic, Horatio sneered as he looked at the three light spots on the tactical screen that were very close to the target.

The shock of the explosion was so great that many greenskins forgot that there were three more dangers hurtling towards them.

After the lead torpedo exploded, another torpedo took off into the air, raised the plane, and rushed towards the greenskin battlecruiser.

"I saw there was one more round! No! It was... three rounds!"

When the distance was close enough, the other torpedoes flying side by side also lit up green lights on their guidance heads. They spread out their formation and rushed towards the target from three angles.

"Ah! I...! I can't see clearly!"

Each torpedo emitted flashes of light and heat decoys, and for a moment the dazzling light dazzled the orcs' eyes.

The armor of the Ork warship had already been riddled with holes from the railgun fire, and at this moment the plasma flames bursting from the engine nozzles became the most eye-catching bull's eye.

While the enemy's attention was attracted by the bait, the real Grim Reaper had already broken into the restricted area - three Helios nuclear detonation torpedoes were like unfolding steel lotuses, piercing the power cabin under the cover of the enclave battleship's railgun salvos.

A torpedo penetrated the fuel tank of the garbage ship, and the chain explosion caused by the nuclear fusion reaction dyed the entire airspace a pale green.

The emerald cloud of fire that engulfed half of the orcs' side could be seen from both the Epic and Farsight's flagship, the Oath of Survival.

"Hit confirmed!" Fideo reported, "7016 target propulsion array is completely paralyzed!"

"Very good." Horatio looked at the damaged orc warship on the tactical screen and nodded slightly.

"Captain! Torpedo loading is complete!" Louise, holding a data tablet under her armpit, rushed up to the command throne in black high boots.

"Seize the opportunity and launch a second round of torpedo salvos." Horatio looked at the holographic tactical map in front of him.

The Farsight Reserve Fleet was seen encircling the enemy from the flank, and the glow of dark blue plasma began to dot the void - the second act of this dark drama had just begun.