Huron has been in a bad mood recently, very bad.
On the one hand, with his strong persuasion, Huron finally realized that if he chose to fight to the death in Korcria and Soshyan, he would probably lose a lot and not be able to rise again, because the Blackstone Fortress has not been truly controlled by him yet, and the expeditionary fleet has been supplemented again, and their chances of winning are really not high due to the increase and decrease of the other.
More importantly, a legendary warship appeared in the expeditionary force—
The Queen of Glory-class battleship, the most powerful first-class battleship that humans can build in legend, is an existence that cannot be matched by any existing main battleship of the Red Pirates.
Although Huron often compares himself to Abaddon, he now has to admit that he is still a little far from the other party. If he had a warship like the Soul of Revenge, how could his subordinates be so afraid of the Invincible Truth?
In fact, Huron's opponents persuaded him to know clearly. They were afraid that they would be sent to deal with such a warship. In their opinion, this was no different from suicide, and they would rather escape.
Although giving up Korcria has preserved his strength, it undoubtedly released a signal within the Red Pirates-
They may really be unable to stop the imperial expeditionary army.
For an armed group, losing confidence is a terrible thing, because the people below will instinctively blame the problem on the weakness and incompetence of the leader. The unrest of the war gangs comes from direct failures on the battlefield. It is also a pity that Huron gave away many "thorns" in the previous battles, otherwise the situation will be even worse now.
But according to the tips, many leaders and leaders of the war gang have begun to move closer to what they think is "strong", especially Zhu Fu, who took the initiative to be the back of the crowd in the last naval battle, became the bet target for many people.
Although he still shows that he is very respectful and respectful to Huron, Huron understands the logic of "the strong are the only ones" that this situation will not last for too long, not to mention that there is also Abaddon behind Zhu Fu.
The other side that made him feel bad was that damn Marbas.
He was indeed contacted by Marbas through the two fallen angels, because at that time he knew that the Dark Angel's Crow Wings also participated in the expedition. His idea was to let the demon prince lure the Dark Angel's people away from the vortex, because he was also worried that the Dark Angel would really intervene in this war.
However, in fact, this was a trap at the beginning. Marbas had no intention of luring the Dark Angels away. Instead, he took the initiative to lure their large troops!
这才有了现在让休伦头疼无比的局面,以及一艘除非黑石动起来否则根本无法对抗的荣光女王.
And no one can contact Marbas now. The guy is in a completely out of control. As for what it is going to do, Huron cannot know.
During this period, he asked his intelligence supervisor to try to investigate Marbas's affairs, but there was no result. After all, the people of the First Legion were famously mysterious. Whether it was on the Empire or Chaos, there were only ones that could speak well.
If Marbas really refuses to leave, Huron really has no way to do anything.
Although the situation has not completely collapsed, Huron has already felt a sense of crisis.
He needs an ally, an ally who can enter the exchange of interests and is not so capricious.
More importantly, an ally strong enough to help him defeat Soshyan.
Tsengchi has foresight but is too abnormal.
The laws of Nurgle will cause the entire Red Pirate system to collapse in the swamp of disease and decline.
Slaanesia was never within Huron's consideration.
Terrorism completely despises visionary thinking, and lives for killing, killing, slaughtering, and slaughtering, without consequences, just for the honor of fighting.
Just when Huron was in distress, a dark mechanical believer visited him and brought him a choice.
He had seen that man before, with a spiral mask on his face, and his origin was very mysterious. He had been selling his weapons and the terrifying killing robots he had created in the Red Pirates' barracks.
But he has no name, he only calls himself [pu].
"Why should I believe a guy with a head and tail exposed?"
In the personal secret room of Huron's flagship, the Lord of the Great Vortex stared at a mechanical heresy much smaller than him, his throat filled with sticky giggles when it made noises.
The other party's whole body was almost wrapped in a black robe, with only a mask that looked like a vortex and a pair of mechanical arms exposed.
In a moment, a mechanical monotonous sound came from under the mask.
"My Lord extends an olive branch to you, willing to sponsor your war, and the choice is with you, the Black Heart King."
"Ha, sponsorship? What a big show."
The left side of Huron's upper lip rose slightly into a slight ridicule.
"It's just a demon. I can even laugh at the messenger of the Four Gods. What qualifications do you have to show off in front of me, who is the master who devours the residue of the subspace?"
Huron has always been out of patience with demons. Even those very famous demons can still gain some respect from him compared to the previous demon prince, but the demon is just the lackey of the evil god behind it, and Huron never likes to deal with lackeys.
Demons may be useful tools, despite their power and so-called knowledge, they may still be deceived and taken away by mortals.
"Devil? No...If the Black Heart King is interested, you might as well watch it yourself."
Huron frowned and looked at the mechanical heretic spreading his arms, and the robe on his body pushed away like a curtain, revealing a wide mercury mirror.
Perhaps this is another devil's trap, using some hallucinations to confuse his mind, but Huron still took steps.
On the one hand, he has enough confidence, and on the other hand, his intuition tells him that maybe this really gains something.
As he kept approaching, a grand scene appeared before him.
In the darkness, there was a faint blush at first, and then his eyes seemed to be sucked and gradually penetrated deeper.
In just a moment, twelve huge funnel-like objects appeared in the hellish fire, floating in nothingness, arranged radially like spokes of wheels, with their mouths facing the center.
Each is as big as a planet, with the bottom extending into the darkness, and any astral body illuminating them.
The top of each funnel was like a big mouth, emitting a dazzling red light, constantly spraying out red and black smoke. Huron's vision was approaching one of them, and he could see a cloud of dust. When he got closer, he found that the chimney mouth was spitting out not only terrible smoke, but also weapons.
Billions of weapons, including armor, chariots, artillery, fighter jets, warships, demon engines, and even Titans, all the weapons that can't be named, gushed out on a shocking scale, drifting and spreading in the dark void.
Suddenly, Huron remembered a rumor.
It is said that somewhere in the sub-space, there is a huge arsenal, which does not belong to any evil god. Therefore, the demons often go to that factory and sign contracts with their mysterious masters. Some demons are purely for the purpose of gaining shortcuts to improve combat power and gaining the favor of their master gods, while others are trying to seek methods that are free from being bound and not having to endure the shame of exile for a long time.
Chapter completed!