Chapter 147 03.0146: "Holy Blood Meteor Shower"

On the No. 4 macro gun platform on the port side.

[It's time to go back to the command platform and take a rest. Damn, this battle is really exhausting.]
Horatio pinched the bridge of his nose and sleepily asked the armed sergeant beside him, "Do you have a canteen? Just water."

"Yes, sir! Are you sure you only want to drink water?" the armed sergeant reminded gently.

"Yes, I just need water."

The armed sergeant handed him a canteen filled with purified water, and said tactfully: "Sir, it's okay if you want to drink some wine."

The sailors nearby looked at the officer who only drank water and began to whisper.

It's not that Horatio doesn't drink, but he strictly implements the concept of "drinking will cause trouble" and doesn't want to affect the next battle.

He ignored what the armed sergeant said and simply unscrewed the kettle and took a big gulp.

puff!
Almost as soon as the water entered his mouth, he sprayed it out instantly.

"Cough! Cough!"

The sailors laughed out loud, but almost immediately suppressed the sound and turned around to laugh secretly.

"Sir! Are you okay?" The armed non-commissioned officer glared at the sailor who was laughing next to him, and walked forward to ask with concern.

[Shit! Why does this water smell like chlorine? Is this something that people can drink? ? ? ? ? ]
Horatio looked hesitantly at the silver canteen in his hand, thinking the sergeant had taken the wrong item.

It was not until he poured the water out that he discovered that it was indeed purified water.

"Well, do you have any light beer?" Horatio sighed, took out the handkerchief Farida gave him from his arms, awkwardly maintained his decency, wiped the water drops that slid down his handsome jawline, and asked.

"Yes, sir. But as an officer you are supposed to drink wine."

"Whatever, as long as it's not strong alcohol."

Horatio understood firsthand why the sailors didn't drink the purified water directly. It was indeed because of the purification process of this thing that made the water so damn unpalatable.

The servant who had followed Horatio all the way took out a bottle of beautifully packaged wine from the storage bag, poured a full glass of clear purple wine into a silver goblet, and handed it to Horatio respectfully.

He took the sweet and delicious officer-provided wine and took a sip. It had a long aftertaste and a good taste, and it reduced a lot of the strange taste of chlorine in his mouth.

This is a slightly sweet off-dry wine that is perfect as a table wine.

Because the oak barrels were directly moved to the wine cellar for storage, the wine he drank was taken directly from the oak barrels. Then the professional bartenders would decant the wine and put it into beautifully crafted bottles for the officers to enjoy.

[Well, it seems that the Imperial Navy is just like the Royal Navy in history, drinking wine as if it were water.]
Horatio didn't drink much straight away, fearing he'd get drunk, so he mixed it with water to reduce the amount of alcohol, even if it meant sacrificing the flavor.

"I hope I can drink enough and won't get drunk and cause trouble." Horatio, who didn't know this person's alcohol tolerance, rubbed his swollen temple and muttered helplessly.

Horatio then arranged for the warrant officer to clean the cabin and collect the bodies of the dead.

The navy's dead were wrapped in cut waterproof canvas and sewn up with thick needles to make a mummified-looking body, awaiting the post-war collective funeral ceremony.

The enemy's corpses were thrown directly into the macro cannon's launch bay, and shot towards the enemy with the accelerating force field of the next shell, exploding bloody flowers on their profane hulls.

Horatio leaned against the fence, wiping the blood from his face and hair with a clean, wet cloth.

He was sweating profusely, his body was covered with blood splatters, and his hair was messed up with the enemy's coagulated blood.

He didn't want to return to the command platform in such a slovenly manner and stand in front of Farida.

It just so happened that the guards also needed to rest, reload ammunition, replenish explosives, and eat something.

During the rare break, he looked through the observation window and watched the exchange of fire in the sky.

Even at such a long distance, the Holy Blood Barge's giant 12-kilometer-long hull is still shocking.

The sound of the three huge-caliber bombardment cannons on the backbone of the ship could make the deck of the Indefatigable tremble even from a long distance away.

Horatio liked the sound of his own cannons, which was filled with the mighty power of the God of All Machines, as if he was enjoying a magnificent symphony.

Each terrible shell could tear off a large piece of armor from the enemy ship and bring the punishment of the angel of death to hundreds of people.

In the void, the Blood Angels' battle barge, the Blade of Vengeance, rushed towards the Murder-class cruiser at full speed.

The three squadrons of Thunderhawk gunboats in the hangar were loaded with plasma bombs and rushed towards the enemy ships with brilliant golden flames spewing from their tails.

"Prepare for a surprise boarding attack on the starboard side! We must kill all the lackeys on this ship." Captain Afel gave the captain his last order before leaving.

Then he held the huge Holy Blood Power Sword and led the Sword Guard veterans to the boarding platform on the starboard side. Some servo skulls followed his footsteps and floated forward.

Made from the skulls of deceased loyalist Chapter servants, they will serve their masters' victory as diligently as they did in life.

Bright red warning lights and rapid combat readiness sounds echoed in every corner of the giant ship.

"We are his (Sanguinius') sons."

Under the inspiring scriptures of the Chapter Chaplain, the fully armed Blood Angels took up the weapons handed to them by the angels.

"Forge a grim mission."

Half of the Blood Angels of the Second Company boarded the Space Marine jump bays in groups of five, while the Mechanic Priests blessed their weapons and equipment and the Tech-Sergeants made final checks.

"Holding a blazing fire."

The Blood Angels hated these traitors who dared to act rashly on the Day of Sanguinius, and the monks felt the wrath of the Bloodthirst before the boarding battle even began.

"With infinite rage in our hearts, we are His angels."

All the boarding cabins were pushed into the launch silos by huge mechanical structures.

"Our only punishment is death!"

The Blood Angels were clearly aiming to massacre the entire ship.

The scarlet void whale unleashed the maximum power of its plasma engine.

Thanks to the excellent positioning of the Indefatigable, the Murder-class cruiser was forced towards the Vengeance Blade battle barge by the huge powered ram.

The captain of the Blade of Vengeance was also a veteran who had served the Blood Angels for two or three hundred years. He seized the opportunity and ordered the torpedo compartment to fire six boarding torpedoes as a pioneer.

He then ordered the helmsman to turn the rudder fully left and align the starboard side towards the Murder-class cruiser.

"Countdown for boarding strike... 30, 29, 27, 26..."

The huge beast began to turn, and Horatio was amazed that it did not move as slowly as he had imagined.

"What a nice boat!" Horatio couldn't help but exclaim.

“3, 2, 1, fire!!!”

bang bang bang...

"Wow." Farida on the command platform and Horatio on the gun deck couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.

The young man and the girl saw that the right side of the scarlet giant ship suddenly ejected hundreds of boarding pods and decoy drones, which smashed into the Murder-class cruiser.

Most of them were baits to cover up the real boarding bay, and they were smashed into the enemy ship's hull to confuse the enemy.

The built-in machine soul in the cabin, whose Scarlet Killing Protocol had been activated by the technical priest, would operate the bolter hanging on the top and pour a barrage of bullets on the traitors who were waiting for the opportunity.

The two had never seen such a spectacular scene. The bright red boarding bay with the Blood Angels emblem and inscriptions was like a meteor shower streaking across the sky, dragging flames and smashing straight into the warships of the Blood God's servants.

Horatio could imagine how desperate the enemy must be. It took him so much effort to clean out these Blood Pact troops.

With so many elite Blood Angels 2nd Company charging at us...

What's worse is that after such a long firefight with the Indefatigable, the side of the Murder-class ship that was boarded was already riddled with holes, and its close defense firepower could only maintain 30% of its designed level.

The six boarding torpedoes were first lined up in a neat row, then pierced into the ship at an extremely fast speed, and none of them were intercepted.

Then, the sparks exploding in the void and the dense barrage of bullets were reflected in Horatio's blue eyes.

The automatic escort drone blocking the boarding bay flew forward and took the initiative to block the incoming close-in defense shells.

Everything happened so fast.

Only dozens of false decoys were intercepted and destroyed, while most of the landing capsules slammed into the evil hull of the Murder-class cruiser.

A revenge killing filled with anger and hatred is about to unfold in the enemy's dirty and filthy mothership.

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