"The news from Praid was interrupted?"
The king of the Red Pirates, Hulun, the black-hearted king, frowned.
At this moment, he and his soldiers were heading towards an imperial world on the edge of the Great Vortex Star Zone, with his flagship Ghost Destruction heading towards a terrifying fleet of battleships, cruisers, escorts and frigates, like a thirsty wolf pack pounced on their prey.
Huron was the only master of the entire fleet. At this moment, he was fully armed and majestic, sitting on the Black Iron Throne, like a domineering tyrant. One side of his shoulder armor was hung with chains, decorated with small silver skulls and chaos signs. A barbed wire drew an arc behind his strong shoulders, fixing an iron halo to his armored backpack.
The thick metal neck ring on his neck was forged into a form similar to a breathing mask, with blasphemous letters engraved on it, and his legs were covered with seals and human lace paper, making his whole body look like something spliced ​​together.
In the eyes of outsiders, as long as Huron exists, a passion will surge outward and ignite the entire space.
The voice of the tyrant is full of dominance and enthusiasm, and each word symbolizes an imminent command.
Meanwhile, several other tall figures stood behind Huron, each shining brightly against the backdrop of their respective armor. Although there were tyrants, they still managed to make their existence manifest in the huge parliamentary hall of the Ghost of Destruction.
These people were all champions selected by Huron through the skull feast. The most eye-catching one was the winner of the skull feast, the War Blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, and Hong Suo.
Hongsuo is a cruel giant wearing a thorn-powered armor. His almost hairless head is full of scars and physical machinery. His shoulder armor is yellow and black stripes of the Iron Warrior logo, but his chest is the red pirate's logo, and his silver right arm is exposed in the air, like metal.
Anyone who is familiar with Hong Suo knows that the arm actually partially utilizes the active metal of the space undead.
When the war blacksmith stood in the crowd, his unruly momentum overwhelmed almost everyone - except Huron.
Above everyone was a huge dome roof with a smoked incense burner hanging on it, and a huge display screen on the floor showing a star map of the area where the fleet is located.
"According to recent intelligence, the Empire's fleet has been fighting with the Black Legion for some days."
The Starspeople who destroyed the Ghosts whispered.
"The last message from Lord Praid came from a month and a half ago."
"Lord, Praid will be fine. He has a whole powerful fleet and should be able to see and clear anything that blocks his way, and he is also very clear about the consequences of failure."
Slaanes champion Etase walked forward, with a flattering expression on his face covered in tattoos:
"You have given Praid the supreme honor, and success is destined."
"No."
Huron shook his head.
"I know Praid. I ask him to send the Xingyu signal back once a month and he will definitely execute it. If he doesn't do this, then something must have happened."
"My Lord, Praid can determine his own destiny, and we should only care about the progress of our own fleet."
Finally, Hongsuo spoke, and as he spoke, a tremor could be felt throughout the hall, which seemed to be related to the roaring red-skinned creature on his belt.
"Intuition tells me that things are not that simple."
Huron said in a deep voice, focusing on the progress of the star map and the fleet.
"To be honest, I don't want to use my hands in this matter. The situation does not allow me to have other ways. Abaddon is not a good guy to get along with, but the impact of Praid's success or failure on us is self-evident. Abaddon's tone this time is very different. He is working on a big plan, and we must participate in it to make a profit. Do you understand? There is no business without a lot in this world."
The silence of the war leaders and champions shows that their opinions seem to be consistent.
At this time, Huron's wizard Garon Sulet broke the silence, his voice like the hoarse sound of a poisonous snake, in some way very commensurate with the power he possessed.
"So how can we help Praid? We don't even know what happened to him."
"There are some new variables that you don't know, Salperdon?"
At Huron's call, Salperdon's figure emerged from the shadow cast by the dome and then bowed before the Black Heart King.
The Phantom Warriors are probably the most unrespected war gang among the Red Pirates, not only because they are still small, with less than three hundred people.
It is more because they just betrayed the empire and their history has almost no glory.
More importantly, their leader is a wizard with a highly mutated body, which is a relatively unpopular type even among Chaos Space Marines.
Therefore, in this kind of public occasion, Salperdon usually chooses to hide in the shadows and not attract other people's attention, which can avoid some meaningless ridicule.
But even so, many times, some cruel and disgraceful tasks will fall on them, but Salperdon did not complain, but just endurance.
Huron did not make things difficult for him, but he did not favor him, just thinking that he was one of the insignificant leaders of the many war gangs.
But now, he personally summoned the other party.
"You brought me a piece of information a few days ago. I didn't pay much attention to it at that time. Let me talk to you now."
Huron said, and he moved his broken body on the throne, causing the chains on his body to jingle.
"Affect your order, my Lord."
Nodded, Salperdon, wearing black and purple armor, said in a deep voice:
"According to the spies we deployed in the Nesson Galaxy, the fleet of the Astral Knights suddenly left the home planet a few months ago, with unknown destinations. We had originally installed a secret whistle on the planet, but unfortunately they were all cleared a year ago."
“That’s all?”
Hong Suo curled his lips and questioned:
"Do you know how far from the Storm Star Domain is? They are so full that they are strolling over there? And how could they know that Praid has also gone? You can't tell him."
"Naeson galaxy is indeed very far away from the Pandora galaxy, but if there is a powerful navigator, it is not impossible to take several months to arrive. As for the two issues behind it-"
Salperton replied humbly, then looked at Huron.
"I guess, my Lord should be able to understand."
Hearing this, Huron twisted his knuckles angrily.
There is no doubt that he hoped everything went well. Praid's task should be very simple, but the form of that place was very complicated, and Abaddon's purpose was not as pure as the surface.
This is also the reason why Huron chose not to enter the game.
No matter how simple the matter is, if you are involved in a complex situation, you will make a lot of mistakes.
But if Praid cannot complete his scheduled mission, the Pandora Galaxy problem will be magnified, so that countless problems will arise in the entire plan of cooperating with the Black Legion.
"Soshiyan, it's Soshiyan again!"
Chapter completed!