Chapter 143 03.0142: "You are the elite? I fight against the elite!"

"Fuck the bullshit!"

Before the contract workers could hesitate, a loud and resounding young man's voice shouted from above.

The undecided people all looked at the Imperial Navy officer wearing a bicorne hat.

"I am Horatio Cochrane, descendant of the legendary Admiral Speyer! Listen! The enemy has been defeated, and joining them is tantamount to choosing to be buried with them!

As long as you point your weapons at these lackeys, I will reduce the number of voyages for you, and any felon who kills the traitor with the sword and his warriors, I will declare you pardoned in the name of the Emperor!"

"Descendant of Admiral Speyer?"

When the contract workers heard that this man was the well-known descendant of Admiral Speyer, they began to talk about it in shock.

Faced with the conditions offered by Horatio, most people began to waver.

The bald contractor who shot the non-commissioned officer looked in horror at the contractors around him who were falling over to the side of the Imperial Navy.

He knew that his actions would lead to his certain death, and in desperation, he gritted his teeth, pointed the gun at Horatio, and pulled the trigger.

Horatio sensed the danger through the omen fragments, took a step back, and swiftly dodged the gunfire before the guy fired.

"Anyone who takes up arms against the Imperial Navy will not survive this day! If you fight the enemy, you will be rewarded! Those who stand on the side of the Navy, roll up the sleeve of your right arm and fold it three times!"

Horatio's booming voice echoed throughout the hold.

"He said to reduce the number of our voyages..."

"If we kill these ugly masked bastards, we'll get amnesty..."

"My wife and children are waiting for me at home..."

"Did you hear that? He is the descendant of Admiral Speyer, he can definitely do it..."

As for whether or not one can win by joining the Blood Army and what will happen after winning, the ugly guy with the mask didn't say anything, which was clearly an empty promise.

However, the conditions offered by the naval officer, a descendant of the glorious Admiral Speyer, were very generous and clear. Moreover, as an officer with real power, he did not seem to be lying.

The skinny and pale faces of the contract workers twitched, their arms trembled, and their eyes looked around as if they were about to pop out. They were looking at the people around them to see what choice they wanted to make.

It is obvious that although they have a hard life, they are not fools like the Ogryn people.

Gradually, the indentured workers formed themselves into three groups, two of which gradually pointed their weapons at each other, while some others had not yet made a decision.

The vast majority of contract workers chose to stand on the side of the Imperial Navy. They rolled up their right sleeves and folded them three times.

Only a small number of people stood on the side of the Blood God's servants. Their reasons were very simple: their hatred for the Empire was above everything else. They did not care about winning or losing, they only wanted to take revenge on the Empire and make His soldiers bleed.

In the end, the gunfight among the indentured workers broke out after the tattooed guy shot and killed his companion who was rolling up his sleeves.

Some people who were hesitant quickly chose their camp, while the timid ones found a place to hide.

With Horatio's infectious personality and the generous conditions he offered that were irresistible, the overall situation was decided.

The action of the Blood Pact Army releasing the contract workers ultimately backfired on them and became the final knife strangling their throats.

"Let's go! Soldiers, kill all the enemies!" Horatio took a shortcut, climbed over the railing gracefully and skillfully, and jumped from the second-floor gangway to the bottom deck.

Lasers and shotgun pellets were flying around wildly, and even Horatio's bicorne hat fell to the ground in the fierce sword fight.

But he had no time to pick up the items. The deck of the lower cabin was in chaos, with enemies everywhere around him, at his sides, and behind him. Any slackness could result in a fatal injury.

Many people had just stabbed their enemies to death when they were immediately killed by other enemies rushing from behind.

Horatio's officer guards were tightly united around him. This group of strong boarding team members guarded him like stars surrounding the moon, forming a tight battle formation like a tank.

They escorted Horatio forward, and Horatio's goal was to kill the enemy's officers with his own hands. Due to the fanaticism of faith in the Warhammer 40K universe, the battles in this world inherited the style of the main generals' duel that only appears in literary works.

No matter how high that person's rank was, even if he was the Sun Lord, GW would make him a chess piece on the table, letting him go to the front line, wielding a sword and fighting the enemy, while the command was left to his staff team.

Regardless of which camp, as long as the commanding chief on the battlefield is killed by the enemy, the morale of the troops under his command will suffer an extremely severe blow, and it is only a matter of time before they are disintegrated and annihilated.

Horatio gripped his weapon tightly and walked towards the Blood Pact officer who was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a strange golden mask on his face.

The other party immediately noticed the naval officer with a stern face and cold eyes from the crowd.

The Blood Pact officer faced him, rage burning in his scarlet pupils.

He raised his sword at Horatio in a challenge.

This man is not fighting alone, he also has elite blood-stained squads around him. These squads blessed by the Blood God are the elite in the Blood God's servant army. They are selected from the elites of various units. Many of them were elite warriors in the Star Army, comparable to the Loyal Stormtroopers.

They are led by the Bloody Captain, and their members range from Brimstone Grenadiers, Butchers, Slicers, Corpses, War Supervisors, Skinners, Gunners to Mutated Ogryns, and they serve as officer guards for the Blood God's Servant Army.

The two sides, holding their own honor and beliefs, stared at each other with hostility, with only the most hateful hatred in their eyes.

The Blood Pact officer spat a mouthful of red saliva onto the ground, and his men bared their teeth, picked up their weapons and got ready.

They couldn't wait to compete with the famous Imperial Navy Breaker Boarding Team.
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Armor fragments caused by the shelling continued to fall from the top, which was about a hundred meters high.

As Horatio advanced with his guards, a cannonball smashed through the upper part of the battery's lower hold, killing many of the men farther away from him by the flames and the shattered bulkhead debris.

The scorching wind blowing from afar made him feel as if he was doused with boiling water, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, his eyes fixed on the enemy's movements.

The explosion failed to stop the killing on the gun deck, and men fought each other in danger.

No one can escape from this dangerous place before the winner is decided.

"Warriors of the Blood God! Kill these slaves of the Corpse King. I want their officers' heads presented to our master, and his chainsword presented to me!"

When the two elite teams approached to a certain distance, the Blood Covenant officer swung his power sword and roared.

He stared at the huge red chainsword in Horatio's hand, and felt that it suited his temperament very well. His straightforward mind completely ignored the weight that this thing should have.

"Armed forces, forward!" Compared to the Blood Pact officer who was roaring with excitement as if he had hyperthyroidism, Horatio seemed much calmer and steady.

He commanded the guards to maintain the formation and advance in an orderly manner. When the distance was shortened to a certain distance, the soldiers launched the first round of volleys.

Several people were knocked to the ground, and the others quickly hid behind the shield set up by the big guy Ogrin, who had been deceived into believing in the evil god, and then extended the barrel of the gun from behind to fight back at the breakthroughers.

The Brimstone Grenadier took the opportunity to throw a special bomb that could burn through any armor, but he apparently overlooked one thing.

Shotguns are best for Frisbee shooting.

The Imperial Navy happens to be the army whose equipment rate of large-caliber shotguns is second only to the Ministry of Justice's marshals.

The huge sulfur bomb had just been thrown out when it was blown up in mid-air by a volley of fire from the armed soldiers behind the boarding shield, sending up yellow smoke with a pungent smell in the air.

The yellow smoke was blown by the ventilation duct and floated back to the top of the Blood Squad that was in the downwind direction and to some of the contract foremen who had joined the Blood Pact Army.

They screamed and flames broke out on their bodies. The skin on some people's faces melted. The debris at thousands of degrees burned through their clothes and armor, roasted their flesh, and melted through their bones.

The murky yellow poisonous gas made the traitors fall to the ground, their eyeballs almost popping out. They twisted and struggled on the ground, pinching their airways in unbearable pain, and made difficult coughing sounds like ducks, which was funny and ridiculous.

Those controllers who betrayed the navy paid a heavy price for their treason due to the manipulation of friendly forces before Horatio could take any action.

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