Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Cursed Echo received them all.

A defined and strong core makes it powerful.

At this moment, it eagerly and impatiently swam out from the frenzied tide of souls in the subspace. The seven plasma fusion reactors of the ship provided it with enough power under the work of the slaves, until its tail fins carried long and brilliant tails. Geller force field bubbles and strips of ozone ions fell into the dark seawater of the real universe.

The inhuman structure composed of inanimate beings and nameless souls roars behind it, or tempts any soul who dares to look back.

The gap is closed.

Suddenly, a slightly excited voice broke the silence on the bridge.

"Coronation of the Crown! Visual distance!" the master of the apocalypse reported loudly. The old man's face was distorted by a ferocious eight-pointed star mark. He was wearing the red slave robe of a red pirate. "The system data is being corrected! The distance is being corrected. : Thirteen hundred kilometers! My Lord, we, we succeeded! We are now at the rear of the opponent, and their sensors will definitely detect us in about thirty-three seconds."

(*…another metaphor-laden sign. My life is filled with so many metaphors that it’s tiring.)

"Metaphors are right, things always have two sides, even if they are omens, it depends on how you view and use them. When you arrive in Thesa Guarsa, if you can only hear the curse from the massacre thousands of years ago Hui Yin, no matter how it develops, nothing good will happen."

(*But if you go to all the trouble to save this ship that would have been blown into cosmic dust by the indirect effect of the Rubicon-class cyclone torpedo, I don’t see how it will be helpful to the next thing. Of course, if you arrive When you fail, I can still mercifully lend you my strength and let you escape like a drowned dog.)

"Look, you stupid little piggy, you really underestimate your own abilities. Seriously, if my baby PEPEA can get such useful abilities as you..."

(*(threatened and very angry hiss) You’re dreaming!! Don’t even think about it!!!)

"Okay, okay, just talk."

Lamizane briefly reconfirmed the operation scenes he saw in the scene provided by Curze.

"Connect to the navigation hall."

After a burst of electric current, Octavia's hoarse, tired voice came out from the roaring mouth of the gargoyle's loudspeaker.

"Your Highness."

"I need you to use your talents to launch a psychic attack on the Coronation immediately after the ten countdown, before they raise their shields or escape into the warp."

"Ten countdown... Yes, I think it's okay, Your Highness, Curse Echo is very excited now, and it's ready."

"Sai?"

"...My Lord." Sirion's voice sounded with a wry smile, "I know what you want to ask. I have relinked all my power armor interfaces to the equipment probes you gave us. Ursus, So did Lou Frix and the others. Oh, Lou Frix and the other Blood Eyes were struggling so hard that we had to knock them all unconscious before we could rip off their power armor."

"As it should be, I agree, but no video recording is allowed, and all sensors and camera probes are turned off. Ciel?"

"My lord, their connection with the navigator's throne has been completed, and the anti-breakaway safety devices have also been bolted." The champion of the warband paused, "If there is an accident, I will take action."

"Good. Octavia."

"Your Highness. We are about to start mobilizing energy." The woman gritted her teeth, her voice sometimes whispering and sometimes speaking harshly, as if she was fighting and pulling against an invisible force or a group of invisible forces. "The bridge, the master of power, keeps the propeller power and the hull stable and balanced, and prepares for impact - I know, I know, and I am your navigator, I distribute, I guide, calm down, obey me."

In the background of her call, there was the sound of something strong struggling in confinement. The long, suffocating breathing sound sounded like they were being bled out like big animals waiting to be slaughtered.

The person sitting on the command throne also took a deep breath and leaned on the back of the throne - although the second half of this relaxed and deep breath was choked by the still poor air quality here.

The Mechanical Bishop, who was responsible for most of the ship's maintenance, suddenly felt horrified.

The entire ship suddenly froze as the navigator chanted loudly. The power master shouted at the control team in the engine room. Dozens of responses reflected the efficiency of the slaves' work.

It was as if something huge had absorbed all the energy in an instant, and even the lights on the bridge dimmed for a moment.

"Oh, it's about to begin." Lamizane said softly in the voice of Conrad Coze. "No matter what, she is the key, even though Talos never really discovered the meaning of his prophecy about her in the end."

(*...Do you really think that, in order to prevent the continued spread of the virus, I have given these sinners and their descendants a doomed future, and can it be changed by your efforts?)

"Work hard for the sake of successful change, not give up hard for the sake of hard work. Just watch."

"Fire," cried Eurydice of Terra before a pantheon highlighted by maelstroms of cold, unhuman hunger shattered by the roaring sea of ​​souls.

"The lighthouse, the star torch, the fire that cuts through the long night has been lit! The Emperor's will has been formed here! The place where the light blades of the stars point to! From the dawn of the Empire's unification, dedicated to the Empire's Golden Throne Thousands of human souls that never stop! I see you! Light the way!

The woman's hoarse voice echoed on the bridge, "O stars in the sky! Guide me, guide me to ride this demonic wave!"

The Cursed Echo's eager response surges through its engines, like the deep-sea predators of ancient Terra, bridleled and guided by the gift and will of its navigator, splayed out at the scarlet cruiser ahead. Its mouth of the void is full of sharp teeth and claws, and from the empty muzzle in front of it, a dark and cold wave of void coldness invisible to human physical vision is spewed out.

For the first few seconds, nothing happened, and it looked like the Coronation was about to successfully turn around and prepare to distance itself to fire its weapons—and the Cursed Echo's energy had been temporarily depleted.

Then in the magnified view of the auspicious device, the scarlet cruiser "frozen".

"The target is losing energy rapidly!"

"The Master of the Oracles, Lady Communications, determines the soul signals for us."

"Instrument interference...has been restored! Determining...sleep or coma state! The other party has lost power!"

First there were murmurs of praise, then they gradually turned into loud praises.

Lamizane now smiled at everyone on the bridge who cheered and paid the highest praises to their master, and did a good job of hiding the fact that he was secretly relieved.

(*You must have been a bit harsh just now.)

"Shut up." At the same time, the pale face of the Night King turned to Talos, who was guarding the bridge, "——I'm not talking about you, Talos. The command deck is yours now. Start looking for some suitable people to do a good job on the other side. In closing, remember my instructions, don’t cause any additional casualties, and listen to Markarian’s advice. I’m going to have a good rest. Don’t call me if there’s nothing particularly important.”

Dietrian, who was sitting at the console beside him, straightened his metal body again.

"Ohm Messiah's wrench." The Mechanical Bishop sighed, "Finally, this long day is finally over."

"That's right, Bishop."

The Lord of Night narrowed his eyes, "You just have some time to work overtime and explain to me what 'Scream' is. I hope to see your report after the break."

"..."