"I've said earlier that Iron Graspell is a waste, a shit-eating thing! He has never commanded such a huge fleet. I've heard that he has never driven a bigger thing than a fishing boat in his life! Now that he lost, he left us under the threat of enemy track bombing!"
"Stop talking about those hindsights, Equisus is simply a little kid's cry."
"What did you say, Drum Korda!"
The two rows of metal teeth of Equisus, the commander of the Abaddon Hounds, shone on his scarred dark face, and a tremor flowed through his body. This was not a manifestation of fear, but a profane physiological transformation and simple bloodthirst, and the Butcher's Nail was gnawing on his brain - and he was trying to restrain himself.
Among the Black Legion's troops are thousands of terrorist believers, divided into many war gangs of all sizes, and these war gangs are also ruled by Equisus and guided them according to Abaddon's will.
Looking at the twisted face of the terror champion, the commander of the Son of Cool, Dram Korda, "Sarola Tyrant", seemed to make laughter and howl at the same time, but due to the mutation of his throat, the laughter was like the sound of thousands of night owls.
After some of Slaanes followers swore allegiance to Abaddon and joined the Black Legion, they formed countless war gangs in the legion, collectively known as the Son of Cool, but the reason why they stood on the same front as the Raiders was to indulge in the joy of spreading pain and making the victims bloody. Although they also embraced the joy brought by Slaanes, the Son of Cool was despised by the Son of the Emperor, who believed that they were just a group of Abaddon who betrayed the Primrose.
Drum Corda, also known as the Sarola Tyrant, is a Chaos Lord of the Black Legion and one of the personal choices of Abaddon. He was once a veteran sergeant in the 13th Company of the Son of Horus, and one of the subordinates Abaddon relied on and trusted.
"Your nonsense."
Sarora Tyrant said again:
"It's the coward's call."
"I'll go fucking Slaanesia!"
Erquisus roared, spitting out from his metal teeth.
"Give me a cleaner mouth that sells assholes!!"
Then he pointed the chainsaw axe horizontally at the other party and said in a nearly coercive tone:
"We still have a debt that we don't count! When my people were raided in the Red Sand Mountains, yours was obviously nearby, so why didn't you support me!"
Dram Korda's reaction was just a whistle, as if the sound of sharp claws swept through the metal and gained personality. Zagesin, the destructionist beside him, also made a mocking laugh, which further stimulated the fragile nerves of the terror-abuse champion.
The Destroyer Zagsin, like Drum Korda, is a warlord of the Son of Courage, and is also a Chaos Lord who loves to be cruel. He used the local rose garden in Valencia to create a maze of thorns and forced the prisoners to come here. He then launched a massacre for fun. In the end, countless residents of the planet died in the pursuit of the Dark Legion for several hours, and their bodies were panicked and several wounds were cut by the thorns.
"We have done everything the order requires. You idiot who can only yell and yell. Your own warriors cannot hold their own front. What does this mean? They are too weak. Those imperial people have already started slaughtering them before we arrived."
"The fuck you!"
Erquisus raised his hand, as if he was about to chop the battle axe into the other party's head.
The others were not saying anything when the two quarreled. The masked prince Teremanon Lera leaned against the wall with his hands on his chest, as if waiting for a good show, while the slut, swelling, and light green armor covered with horns and mucus, stood the farthest from the crowd, because few people could bear the smell of him.
"Don't be impulsive!"
With a low voice, an invisible force prevented the terror champion from further extreme actions.
The fraudster Igosermo raised his head as if he woke up from his sleep, and the four eyes with silver masks on his face lit up a light red light at the same time.
After Kayan's "missing", Igosermo became the new wizard lord and Abaddon in the Black Legion, completely replacing Kayan's original status - some people were secretly discussing the ruthlessness of the Great Predator. Even for brothers who swear to be the alliance, they would abandon them when they lose their value.
At the moment when both sides were most nervous, Igosermo sent a psionic warning as sharp as a blade, and sent it to both parties quarreling at the same time.
Erquisus's face twitched, his intracranial implant boiling at the unwelcome psychic signal, but it was enough to make him hesitate a little.
Then, he put down the weapon in his hand.
Dram Korda spread his hands and said helplessly:
"Igosermo, you see, Equisus was confused and began to accuse others at will, which was destroying the unity within the Legion."
"It was your dog who caused us to suffer heavy losses."
Igosermo didn't say anything, but he didn't like the dirt that seemed to be excreted from the tyrant of Sarora, and this dirty emotion soaked the air around him.
"Equisus, I understand your displeasure."
In the end, Igosermo chose to appease one side first.
“But now is not the time to argue.”
At this moment, the entire space suddenly shook. Considering that the command post was located more than 2,000 meters underground, there was only one thing that caused this vibration.
Something that makes them feel powerless but helpless.
"And TM's orbital bombing!"
One side of Equisus's shoulder twitched, then the shaking of his head, trying to shake off the dust that fell on his head.
"We are like voles blocked in a hole! Damn it! I have never been so humiliated in my life!"
The words of the terror champion were rarely recognized by everyone this time.
Igosermo sighed softly, he knew that this was the source of the quarrel-
pressure.
The enemy's orbital bombing and the blocked underground space have created huge mental pressure on everyone. In addition, Chaos Space Marine itself has few people with stable emotions. Under heavy pressure, it is easy to cause fierce conflicts or even bloodshed due to a little old grudge.
But Abaddon forbids anyone to attack.
After Drum Korda cursed, he spitted on the ground, and the acid eroded the metal floor.
"If this continues, all of us will have to be buried alive in the ground."
"But the track is completely controlled by the enemy."
"So I fuckingly say Iron Graspell is a waste, is there any problem? It's not him, we're so passive?"
"What's the use of scolding him now? Can he save you with the soul of revenge?"
Just then, the door opened and a loud voice rang out.
Chapter completed!