"New Legion?"
Vingar had no choice but to frown at Garmozeger's arrogant words, even by the standards of Chaos Space Marines, this could be regarded as a fantasy.
"Yes, you can understand it as a more united Red Pirate, but our goal is not to fight small houses and robbery. We want to conquer the empire, conquer the galaxy, and even... conquer the subspace! The main tone of the Black Legion is revenge, but in my eyes, revenge is just an accompanying item in the process. Only those who stare at the past every day after their eyes grow on their heads will always keep revenge on their lips. Our eyes grow ahead, and we see the future, so our goal is to conquer! The galaxy is being stirred up, and the power of the gods is expanding, but this game of chess is not only the gods, but the deep curtain of the subspace ocean, behind the galaxy's billions of years of history, and in the endless darkness outside the frame, are hidden in the current situation. However, the chess piece will only be ruthlessly abandoned. Only by becoming a chess player, even the weakest chess player, have the opportunity to fight for control of the future!"
Wiengar was slightly stunned, but he was not the kind of young man who would be provoked by a few words. Moreover, he knew that Garmozejie was not a guy who was famous for his character. This guy first betrayed the empire and Huron, and now he secretly ran to the Great Expedition with Abaddon on his back, which was definitely a two-faced sword.
But he still had to say something about the scene, so he smiled and nodded.
"Great goals and ideals make people yearn for."
"Brother, you must think I am very arrogant and arrogant, right? I don't have much strength, but I dare to boast about such a loud voice? Then if I tell you one more thing-"
As he said that, he put his head in the other person's ear, and after whispering a few words, Wiengar widened his eyes and turned his head incredibly to look at the other person.
"You...really-"
Garmozejie just nodded slightly.
But then Wiengar frowned again.
"Even so, you only have...the strength of a battle group, not even your own base."
"Well, it will be there soon. I have had an in-depth conversation with Lord Gan Martin of the Blood Snake Demon. He was very dissatisfied with Huron's strategic arrangement this time and was very eager to have stronger allies. The Baston Star Zone they controlled has 62 livable worlds! This is an extremely precious wealth."
"The blood snake demon will not share their homeland with you, that is their forbidden body and life root."
Garmozejie smiled strangely.
“There is not that absolute thing in the Galaxy.”
Seeing the other person's confident appearance, Wiengar frowned slightly, and could not tell whether the other person was rude or whether he was really sure.
After pondering for a moment, he said:
"Brother, to be honest, what exactly are you going to do?"
"Huron's failure is inevitable. There will be many people covet his legacy. This will be a feast. All I have to do is eat the most and eat the most in this feast as much as possible!"
"It may also be able to hold on to death, and even if it fails, Huron may not necessarily perish."
"That doesn't matter. What's important is that there will definitely be many people leaving. The legion we are building requires more troops, more powerful people, and more ships! Brother, I know you have a lot of connections within the Red Pirates. I hope you can contact me with some powerful lords."
As he said that, Garmozejie took out a piece of paper and handed it to the other party. After Viengar opened it, the names of more than a dozen people were written on it, most of which were known to him, or even familiar to him.
Wiengar looked around and sniffed.
"Most of these people are not easy to talk to, and they may not be kept secret. If Huron knew you were in the Great Vortex, what would he do?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you go empty-handed."
Garmozejie clapped his hands, and more than a dozen slaves came over with golden boxes, then stood in a row and opened them one by one.
There was a black bead in each box, and Garmozej picked up one of them and handed it to Viengar.
The other party took it and looked carefully, and found that the crystal bead was unexpectedly very strong. There could be surging mist and a looming form inside.
"This is--"
"The demon-binding bead is bound by a demon. The person holding the bead can use a spell to drive the demon to serve him without worrying about backlash, and at the same time--"
As he said that, he took a chainsaw sword handed over by Amon, picked up a bead, and approached the hilt of the sword.
Suddenly, many tentacles stretched out from the orb, grabbed the hilt and sucked it tightly. Then the entire chainsaw sword began to whirlwind, and the metal saw teeth began to change, turning into teeth similar to beasts, and flames and poisonous smoke were sprayed out from time to time.
"It can also demonize an ordinary weapon and become extremely powerful."
"hiss--"
Wiengar couldn't help but take a breath, and his eyes looked at the orb in his hand changed. This thing is worthless everywhere. After all, the biggest problem with using demon power is that the risk is huge, and sometimes even exceeds the profit. But if you can use demon power so low or even without risk, it will subvert the existing pattern of the entire chaotic force-
Perhaps the other party’s idea of ​​establishing a new legion is not a daydream.
"Is this a technology from the Lost Legion of the Past?"
Garmozejie just smiled and didn't answer.
So Viengar changed his question.
"The demons here... don't seem to have the characteristics of a certain evil god?"
"Yes, they do not belong to any evil god, so they can be used with confidence."
The demon never had anything to do with Fuxin, but Wiengar is sure that this will attract everyone who sees it. Of course, after getting it, everyone will ask the wizard to check it out to see if there are any traps.
After all, there are too many ways to control or hypnotize people with subspace objects, but this is not enough to offset the Chaos Lords' desire for power. After all, anyone, including Space Marines, immediately seems to be addicted to medicine once they enter subspace, and have an unparalleled desire and need for power. They are willing to do anything that takes risks to have power.
After thinking for a while, Wiengarh put the orb back into the box.
"Okay, I'll contact those people for you."
Garmozejie then extended his hand to the other party.
"Welcome to join, Brothers Wiengar, I promise to give you a bright future."
Wiengar holds the other person's hand.
"I have been able to see a new force rising in this dark and chaotic galaxy, and I am very fortunate to be involved."
"By the way, brother, there is another more important thing to ask you."
"Please say it."
"You are now appointed to garrison Blackstone Fortress, right?"
"yes."
"As Huron's trump card, this thing will definitely be used by him in the most critical decisive battle. What will happen if he finds his trump card taken away? Can it accelerate the defeat of the Black Heart King?"
Wiengar paused for a moment and shook his head.
"Huron sent his confidant to guard the Blackstone Fortress with heavy troops. It's a dream to take away this little guy now."
"But what if I have a way to control it?"
Looking at the smile on Garmozej's face, Viengar smiled, grinning with bloodthirsty fangs.
Chapter completed!