Deep in the Great Whirlpool, a huge and deformed city stands on a red planet, and the magnificent arena in the center of the city is crowded with people because it looks like a skull with a skull dug off, so it is named Pirates Arena - a common catchphrase for the Great Whirlpool pirates is to use the opponent's skull as a bowl.
But today the arena welcomed a distinguished guest, the ruler of the Red Pirates, the real master of the Great Vortex, the Black Heart King, and Huron.
Generally speaking, the Red Pirates’ champions are selected from the skull feast, but there is another way, which is the death challenge.
This challenge is mainly aimed at those Chaos Space Marines or Transcendent Space Marines who are new to the world and want to gain a high position and their own power. The challenge project is formulated by Huron himself.
The challenger this time was two dark angels of unknown origin. Although their armor had almost no signs, Huron speculated that they were members of the former dark angels. However, it is hard to say whether they came from the earliest group of rebellious fallen angels, because the fallen angels seemed to retain the ability to create new recruits.
As for the loyalty of these mysterious former Dark Angel members, to be honest, Huron didn't care much. He had hosted more mysterious guys than them. In fact, talking about loyalty with strangers in the Great Vortex is a very luxurious thing. Everyone is just an exchange of interests. I will give you benefits, and you will help me a few more. This is the relationship.
Even if these challengers get a generous reward from Huron and leave, Huron won’t say anything. Making friends will not be too bad. After all, even the worst Chaos Space Marine will consider it when facing human debt.
Some people also think that Huron is so stupid and is often free to be hired, but Huron is very clear about his ability and his limit is that. This is also the reason why he does not have as strong control as Abaddon. He does not expect to hold everything in his hands, just like a dangerous game played with the Four Gods. Balance is what he needs, although it is similar to dancing on an egg.
His philosophy of life is very simple. Existence is everything, everything is for existence.
This is why Huron escaped from the empire with his half-dead body and an equally broken battle group, but he was able to create a force that could crush a star zone decades later.
Abaddon's military might be stronger than him, but Huron built his own strength in less than a century, while Abaddon took ten thousand years to reach his current scale.
The former legions were arrogant with their history and mocked the Red Pirates as their so-called long-lasting war, but where is their primordial body? Whose legacy is they tangled with?
"Let's get started."
Huron's seemingly fragmented body sat on the huge throne, in a position that would not be directly looked at by any sight, and the bodyguards in Terminator armor with horns and fangs set up a cordon around him.
After giving a reminder, Huron's hand gently brushed the scaled head of the pet next to the throne, and the monster in the space also made a comfortable grunt.
Although he is the ruler of the Great Vortex, in addition to his own pets, Huron can trust only these former Star Claw Warrior brothers around him.
Even though many Terminators had a mixture of flesh and metal that was affected by the profane subspace energy on their limbs, Huron demanded efficiency and obedience, and he would not let his followers lose, so he had been working hard to keep these Terminator bodyguards away from overly depraved witchcraft.
Many people have thought of using chaos as their tools, and most of them end up reaping their own consequences because of their arrogance. Huron still maintains balance on the edge of the blade, and does not lean towards any power to destroy power, but still benefits from their gifts.
He knew very well that he was a powerful spoil for any god, and that his cunning had left him still not captured by any god's trap - at least for now.
So, Huron has never allowed himself to become overconfident and superstitious.
Accompanied by a heavy drum sound, all the audience quieted down, all of them were mutant mercenaries or pirates living in New Badab, as well as the Chaos War Gang.
Huron moved his body and then picked up a full goblet from the plate held by the servant next to him.
In the yellow sand of the arena, two unruly black figures walked out first, wearing ancient armor, one holding a big sword and the other holding a sword and shield.
Then, with a provocative roar, a huge creature walked into the arena with a bunch of profane mutants and Chaos Space Marines.
The beast in the head impressed people. His size and size were larger than the Chaos Space Marine wearing the Terminator, with huge muscles and a bloated waist, his hands like shovels, hooves like an anvil, broken Space Marine armor and intricate marks covered his furry body.
With every move of his movement, the pattern on his body was changing, and at the same time, he held a black iron spear with a screaming heraldry inlaid in his left hand.
His name is Gonzaro Parker. He was once a member of the Word Bearer. Later, he became an enchanted warrior. For various reasons, he finally broke away from the original war gang and defected to Huron with those who were willing to follow him. He became part of the sail, and repeatedly plundered the empire and created several massacres.
However, today, they were assigned by Huron as the challenged party for the death challenge, which made Gonzaro quite angry because in his eyes this was what a fish should do, not a strong man like him.
So he poured his anger on the two strangers in black armor in front of him.
“Today’s prayer is not completed.”
Gonzaro made a low voice, his eyes flashing with a different wisdom than ordinary enchanted warriors. This is also a special point in the Word Bearer Legion - among them, there are much more enchanted warriors who can preserve wisdom than other legions.:
"I have done divination, and the gods are interested, and will offer two sacrifices today."
"That's your beast god, not mine."
The fallen angel holding the great sword made a contemptuous voice, then raised his sword to signal.
"Come on, you, the bereaved dog of the 17th Legion, I can have one-on-one with you."
Gonzaro smiled, and a strange echoed from his twisted throat.
"Why? You're dead, I never duel with dead people."
But the other party's response was also sharp.
"Diet? That's not necessarily the case. I can kill all of you beasts alone."
The enchanted warrior's spear hit the ground, and then the mutants and several enchanted warriors in his battle gang rushed forward with wild beast-like roars, their eyes full of violence and murderous intent, and Gonzaro also showed his sharp fangs.
"Dig out the hearts of these two rats, I want to eat half of them! Sacrifice half!"
Chapter completed!