Chapter 286 05.0285: "Arrival at the Occupied Area"

Horatio slowly sat up from the bed, expanded his chest, letting the cool air with a faint fragrance fill his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

The naked blonde beauty beside him was lying lazily on the bed, hugging a soft pillow, her long hair flowing on the sheets like flowing gold, and she curled up in his arms tiredly with her fragrant skin.

"You are really brave. Why don't you let me find you in your residential area?" Horatio stroked Farida's soft golden hair, feeling the flowing gold sliding through his fingers, and chuckled.

"No one would suspect anything if the military supervisor inspected the officers' living quarters, but if you, a naval officer, went to my room, your ill intentions were obvious."

Farida raised the corner of her mouth slightly, turned sideways, and pressed her face against his well-defined abdominal muscles. Her thin lips pecked him lightly like a little bird, making Horatio feel itchy.

After closing her eyes and moving a little, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Two generous portions of grape puddings were soft, elastic and tender, clinging tightly to him. She looked very happy and satisfied.

"Today we are finally returning to the real universe from the subspace. For the rest of the journey, we will travel at sublight speed in the physical universe because our supply fleet needs escort."

"But why are twelve Imperial Guard regiments being dispatched this time? Although the number of Imperial Guards is indeed huge overall, when spread out over such a large territory of the Empire, the number of troops in a task force to recapture a planet usually does not exceed three regiments.

This time they sent four times the number of troops, including the reserve, and I heard there were 72 in total.”

"Fal is an agricultural world that supplies food and organic materials to two forge worlds and two hive worlds.

But more importantly, its strategic location today is important.

Far Star is now the only place where a bridgehead can be established in front of the Gate of Hell.

As long as the Empire still controls this world, by building an early warning station in orbit, it will be able to know the movements of the Chaos fleet near the Hell Gate in the first place."

"No wonder they sent twelve regiments and two fleets."

Horatio checked the time.

"There's still an hour and a half left in the rotation. Do you want to do it again?"

Farida just snorted softly, opened her white teeth and bit his sexy abdominal muscles with clear lines in response.

Horatio smiled slightly, picked her up, and made her sit astride him, with teeth marks and finger marks on her delicate body.
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"Report, we have arrived at the designated Mandeville point and are preparing to leave the subspace!" reported the lieutenant of the navigation department.

"Let's return to the embrace of the physical universe. Communications Department, communicate with each ship and guide them to adjust their hull postures. No one wants us to collide with each other and become a ball of plasma fire when we return to the real universe." Captain Peru looked at Horatio and nodded.

"Of course not, Captain." After greeting, Horatio immediately arranged for the warrant officers to begin coordinating the navigation postures of the various ships using the flagship's instructions.

There was a cut in the sky that was not clean and tidy. The edges looked very rough, and the reassuring pure black of the real universe seeped out.

The dark void enveloped the rift, like a scar falling off a wound.

In a blurry and distorted subspace, as the astropathic communication spreads.

One by one, naval warships of various sizes began to slowly adjust their directions from the positions that had been tossed about by the turbulence of the subspace, and coordinated to aim their bows in the direction ahead that was emitting a faint, colorful light like an oil film.

Lightning flickered in the depths of the void, where there should be no lightning. A bright red wound tore through the sky, narrow at the tip and then wider and wider, thousands of kilometers wide, wide enough to swallow the stars.

The screaming black madness devoured the natural order of the universe. A changeable shape opened up this wound in the real universe. Its form flickered and changed unpredictably, deceiving people's eyes and souls.

At the edge of the rift, a new rift opened up, flashing with more controlled, more brief purple-yellow flashes, though also extremely corrupting power to otherwise normal things.

But this was as far as the naval fleet could advance, the closest point near the warp storm to safely leap into the physical universe.

"Five minutes left to enter the physical universe. Checking the void shield generator and the plasma engine."

"Count down 30 seconds."

“About to enter the physical universe.”

The real-space engine ignited, and the ship's engine flashed with the pure light of science, leading the ship away from the dark tentacles that kept reaching out from behind, trying to capture and devour it.

A strange buzzing sound arose and instantly penetrated the entire ship.

Every inch of the ceramsite steel and adamantium armor plates on the ship was vibrating, making people's teeth chatter.

"Hold on!"

Whoosh! !

After a whistling sound like an arrow passing by the ear was heard in the void that should have been silent, more than a dozen warships of all sizes suddenly appeared in the huge archway of the Mandeville Point beacon megastructure.

Hula la.

The steel curtain in front of him slowly rose, and the light from the distant stars shone on him, which made Horatio feel very uncomfortable.

He lowered the front brim of his bicorne hat, and although his brows were furrowed at this moment, he finally felt relieved.

"God Emperor, we are finally out." He murmured softly.

Amid the mist of incense and the whisper of prayers, several cherubim flew over their heads.

This mechanical creation, based on a dead baby, blew the trombone in its hand, producing a soul-stirring sonata.

Inside the Indefatigable, when the roller blinds were raised, there was a cheer inside. This excitement and excitement was like a downpour of rain after a long drought.

"Call the Lord Darrows and report your situation." Horatio called to the second largest Moon-class cruiser in the fleet, the one built by the natives of the Savage World to supply ore to the 'Sky Temple'.

"Our ship is at 167° of the Indefatigable and everything is normal at the moment," the communications officer on the Lord Daros replied quickly.

Soon, other large and small ships sent reports one after another. Apart from the normal minor damage, no ship was damaged on the way to the subspace storm called 'Tentacle'.

The subsequent means of travel will be replaced by physical space navigation, and the increasingly expanding tentacle storm makes the subspace navigation ahead extremely dangerous.

Even with the most caution, it could result in a warp wandering lasting a hundred years. With the self-supply system of the Imperial cruiser.

After consuming all the food reserves, everyone could only eat algae nutrient paste and drink various filtered water to survive in the subspace.

I'm sure it would be a very painful and tormenting period.

The warrant officer stationed at the astropathic communication tower sent an unclear report. This is normal. The psychic energy of astropathic communication will affect the electromagnetic signal.

"The Karl-Duniash Evolution Squadron sent an astropathic message. Its fleet was affected by the turbulence of the warp storm and is expected to arrive a week later. But their logistics support fleet has arrived five days ahead of schedule." Horatio fed back the information he received to the captain.

"It's not good news that a lone support squadron arrived early. They only have frigates and escort carriers. Ask for their location and let us go to cover the logistics support squadron of the brother fleet first."

"Communications not responding."

After calling several times, Horatio received no response except for the piercing electrical noise that was empty.

"Captain, I have a bad feeling." Horatio said after reporting the communication results.

"That's why I usually let the logistics support squadron depart two weeks later, Lieutenant Cochrane. These experiences are all bloody lessons."

"Thank you for your valuable experience, Your Excellency."

Commodore Peru took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Route Department, plan the voyage and move forward to their last reported coordinates. The entire fleet will enter the second-level combat alert status from now on."

Then, Commodore Peru sat on the fleet command throne, looked forward, and murmured: "I hope the Emperor will bless these poor cargo ships and fighter transport ships. Contact the Mandeville Point Beacon garrison to see if they know the situation."

"Warrant Officer, connect to the beacon."

After being assigned the task, Horatio used an optical telescope to see the appearance of the Mandeville Point beacon here.

The scene that came into view was a mess: the giant structure was completely destroyed and there was deathly silence, which also explained why they were not welcomed with a salute when they arrived here.

The majestic eagle statue has a mixture of feces and clay piled on its back.

A huge wooden totem with a weird face was hung randomly in the middle.

Horatio recognized it; it was the totem symbol of the greenskins.

"Sir, the communication is connected."

"This is the flagship of the Gothic 25th Squadron, the Indefatigable. Please report on the situation of the Karl-Duniyash 54th Squadron, the logistics support fleet. I repeat, this is the Gothic 25th Squadron..."

Horatio's voice echoed in the control room which was almost half filled with spore slime and feces.

"Ah! It's a human! A human!"

"Hurry up and report to the boss, new prey has appeared."

A sly, high-pitched voice came over the comms.

At the same time as the communication was going on, at the beacon command station, an inhuman, ugly and huge single-tube telescope creature was rotating in real time according to the direction of the fleet.

[Fart spirit? Observation station?]
This unpleasant voice made Horatio frown immediately.

"Captain, our beacon has fallen. There are greenskins inside, and they have set up an observation station on the beacon. However, the signal they sent has been intercepted and interrupted by us, and will not reach the destination." Horatio had his warrant officer intercept subsequent signals with the help of a mechanical priest while listening to the alien's communications.

"Well done, Lieutenant Horatio! Armed Command, send a task force to eliminate the green-skinned aliens inside. We must not let them monitor the movements of our subsequent reinforcements in real time."

"As you wish, sir."

Shark assault boats loaded with 500 naval armed forces officers and soldiers rushed towards the Mandeville Point beacon.

With a thud, the outer structure of the megastructure command post was melted by the subatomic flow of the hot melt jet, and the assault boat slammed deeply into the dead space megastructure like a sharp knife cutting into butter.

After landing safely, 50 soldiers in each boat rushed out of the landing capsule and spread out like ink.

The 500-man force was led by Louise and an armed lieutenant, with Farida and a military inspector responsible for supervising discipline.

The soldiers in blue armor rushed into the corridors littered with excrement, and their boots were soon contaminated by all kinds of unknown filth.

"So disgusting." Farida, wearing a void helmet, couldn't help but complain as she watched the dung ball growing bigger and stickier under her feet.

"Alien spotted! Open fire!" Louise saw a little head poking out of the corridor ahead through the indication signal of the Glory Power Armor helmet.

“Aw! It’s human! Human! Call boss! Call…” Before the shrill voice finished speaking, a naval bomb pierced through the ugly dark green head.

The emaciated and deformed corpse fell to the ground, and disgusting brown liquid gushed out.

The soldiers next to him followed closely and killed several other strange aliens with precise point shooting.

Louise walked past the alien and saw what it looked like.

They generally have green faces and fangs, short bodies, and a large, tall, thin nose covered with ugly warts on their rugged faces. They wear aprons made of rags and hold a firearm-like triggering device in their hands that can hardly be called a weapon, but judging by its caliber, its lethality is not to be underestimated.

With just a slight pull of the trigger, two bullets strong enough to penetrate bulletproof armor can kill a person.

"The lowest creature among the greenskins, the fart spirit." Horatio's voice came from the communicator. As the chief of communications, he saw the battle situation inside through the camera on Louise's back.

"Stay alert. Now that there's a fart spirit, there may be orcs nearby," Horatio warned.

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