Chapter 184 03.0183: "Strange Coincidence"

The Thunder Eagle is filled with promethium and is full of power.

The Tech-Priests aboard the Divine Will also repaired the Thunderhawk turret on the spine of the ship.

The Blood Angel gunners were on guard in the surrounding void, while two squadrons of furious fighters surrounded the Crimson Thunder Eagle to escort it.

Horatio leaned back against the soft seat of the Thunderhawk.

Reshape that briefcase in your hands.

[If the weapon is melted, absorbed, and then reshaped.

Then I can carry the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword, the Immaculate Angel's Whip, with me anytime, anywhere, right?] He thought.

Although Horatio was not sure whether digesting the old sword and then releasing it would cause dissatisfaction to the ancient machine spirit.

He decided to give it a try once he got back aboard the Indefatigable.

Regardless of whether it is feasible or not, having this skill means that you can draw your gun at any time even in situations where you are not allowed to carry weapons.

Suddenly, Horatio felt a little terrified.

He thought of the strange phenomena he had just seen happening to the mutinous crew members.

They seem to be controlled by someone and have no thoughts or ideas of their own.

Horatio didn't know who had done what evil plot, but he felt like he was being manipulated.

When he attended some high-level meetings where carrying weapons was not allowed, couldn't he just pull out a gun on the spot and shoot all the senior imperial officials present?

Horatio felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

If such a thing really happened, the murderer would have to be him.

There is complete evidence and witnesses. Unless the emperor comes in person, he will surely die.

Horatio breathed heavily, not even blinking at the horrifying thought.

This matter must be investigated thoroughly no matter what.

Farida knelt at the window of the Thunder Eagle, looking at the flames coming from the bridge of the Retribution-class battleship that was getting farther and farther away. She felt as if her chest was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand and she couldn't breathe.

'She will kill you all and bring shame upon the entire Hood family...'

'She'll kill you all and bring shame upon the entire Hood family!'

'She is a cursed being. Being with her will only lead to misfortune.'

She slumped back in exhaustion.

Horatio was quick to grab her and hold her in his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked with concern.

There was no light in Farida's eyes, and she was gasping for breath. She could only wave her hand weakly to Horatio and pretend that she was fine.

But her mind was already in a mess.

The prophecy that she had wanted to forget now appeared before her again.

Nine years ago, I went to school just like an ordinary person, but it ended up causing a bloody incident.

Eight years ago, my mother attended the Gothic War Victory Review on the day of Saint Gilles, but her plane crashed on the way back and she was never found.

Today, eight years later, almost nine years later, still on the Feast of Saint Gilles, a mutiny broke out on my father's warship...

All these things proved that there really was a terrible curse on him.

Her pupils were trembling, her whole body was shaking, and her hair became messy.

"It's okay, I'm with you. Don't think too much and don't be bothered by the prophecy. You are you, Farida. No one can define your life with a few empty words." Horatio stroked her back and comforted her gently.

The blonde girl nodded woodenly, she took it in. Although she knew Horatio was just trying to comfort her.

[Yes, things haven’t reached the worst point yet... Everything... Everything may just be a coincidence, and the prophecy is not true.]
She tried to remain as optimistic as possible, and her rapid breathing and heartbeat began to slow down under the gentle, warm touch of Horatio's hand on her back.

And Horatio naturally knew the importance of prophecy in the Warhammer universe.

He knew what Farida was thinking and what she was worried about.

She was afraid that there was really a curse on her, which would kill both him and her father.

In the 41st End Age, the Warhammer universe is filled with suffering and superstition.

The prophecy is very important to the Imperials living in this universe.

Because this is truly a universe full of monsters and demons, atheism has no foothold in this universe, and only firm faith can face the cruel reality.

Maybe Farida was really cursed, maybe not, he didn't know.

But he wanted to know whether this was really a prophetic curse or if someone was behind it.

From the clues he had just collected, he felt that the latter was more likely.

Because everything seemed a little too coincidental.

It was as if someone had set a trap for Farida, the daughter of a wealthy family, since she was born.

Following this line of thought, Horatio expanded his thinking and came up with an even more terrifying hypothesis.

[I am a descendant of Admiral Speyer, but I also had a plane crash eight years ago.

As soon as my soul came into this world, it was sent to be a host for the devil.

After I finally found out my true identity, my father also committed suicide.

Isn't this all a bit too coincidental?]
Horatio expanded his thoughts, connected them to the major events he had seen from the official GW before coming to this world, and began to think deeply.

[Is all this a detail of Chaos' grand conspiracy to weaken the Gothic Fleet in official history?

The ultimate goal is to achieve what is described in the official history: the Gothic Fleet could only use its weak fleet strength when dealing with the 13th Black Crusade.

Even more battleships could not be deployed, causing Abaddon's fleet to rush out of the Eye of Terror without any hindrance and crush Cadia.]
All kinds of ideas and conspiracy theories blossomed in his mind like flowers blooming on a iron tree.

Although trivial, it aroused a lot of things that deserved his attention.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the winding roots of horror and evil were growing and spreading in a tangled way. The deep darkness and shocking conspiracy made his mortal body feel deeply suffocated.

If this was a game, he would definitely choose to uninstall the damn game and turn off the computer.

Just flip the table over and be done with it, screw the Four Gods of Chaos.

But when everything in this garbage universe becomes my life...

In order to survive, and to prevent the soul from being ravaged and tortured by the devil for ten thousand years.

Horatio became increasingly concerned about his choices and routes.

He knew that he had to plan each step carefully and cautiously.

A single mistake could cause one's body and soul to become irreparable at the end of the perilous M41 End Era.

[Come on, the challenge begins.]
Horatio exhaled heavily.

Although he felt empty, irritated and disgusted with the uncertainty of the future and the intrigues around him.

But he could feel that there was a power, a warm and burning power, that seemed to be supporting his beliefs and guiding him.

Guide him to make the only correct choice among the countless conspiracies and traps before him.

While no one was paying attention, he opened the briefcase given to him by Lieutenant General Hood and took a peek at the suspicious people and clues recorded in it.

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