Accompanying these whispers were the sensations coming from the body, a permanent wound where Huron's flesh met the armor, and to make matters worse, even though the limb in question had disappeared and been completely replaced by a prosthetic limb, the phantom pain remained.
bothered him.
A few will crumble in the never-ending pain, or seek ever more desperate bargains to ease it, Huron is well aware that some of Nurgle's devotees feel no pain, and those of Slaanesh consider it a
Taking this form of ecstasy and using it to propel themselves to new heights, followers of Khorne will draw strength from it in the form of rage, while followers of Tzeentch will be able to alter their bodies to eliminate pain entirely.
The emergence of these feelings is a temptation, or a trap, suggesting that all he has to do is to perform a certain correct ritual, or it is simply an idea of self-giving up...
However, Huron is not a puppet of the gods, he will not let his pain and failure drive him to make a deal that he regrets, so even if the warp tries to torture him like this, he will still keep it because it is his
Partly, even though those past memories always haunt his mind like ghosts, he will continue to accept them and examine them, even if it brings pain to his soul.
But without them, he might forget who he is.
[Why are you so resistant, Huron? Why do you have to limit yourself?]
The whisper disappeared and turned into a deeper and darker echo that only he could hear.
【Don’t you want to take back your victory?】
Huron's eyes remained as usual. He waved his hand and said to the correspondent:
"Tell all captains that this battle is over. When we leave Angstrom, the Imperials will not have the strength to pursue us. We will launch a new attack in a new direction."
As soon as these words were spoken, murmurs of uneasiness and doubt began to spread in the darkness of the bridge, and the Chaos Lords of various shapes whispered to each other.
Huron's pet Hamadria began to chatter at his feet and softly warned him. He was already clearly aware of the danger. No one had dared to challenge his authority in the past, and he did not believe they had the courage.
But what about now? After they think he's suffered a massive failure?
There is no doubt that they lack reasons for loyalty, and even now some of them are beginning to plan to gain as much power and influence as possible through trickery, bribery, and simple killing. They may not show much in a short time, but they are the seeds of ambition.
Once it sprouts, it is destined to take root.
Huron warned himself deep in his heart that after this battle, he would be like walking in a den of poisonous snakes, and he must be careful every step of the way.
He has been walking on thin ice for hundreds of years in this life, and he will not fail like this.
【I can help you, otherwise you will fail.】
The voice in his head became the same powerful voice as when he was still loyal to the Empire, even with a sense of justice that he hated.
The same rhetoric, the same temptation, and the same threats have been staged countless times since he left the empire.
There are not many options for the power of Chaos to be used to corrupt the Space Marines, because the Space Marines want less. Huron has no carnal desires, no love for pleasure, and no great desire for material wealth. All he needs is the size of his army.
, a strong stronghold and a huge fleet.
The only thing Huron longed for, the only thing he longed for - was power.
That was the only bait that could lure him, and that's how the Warp set its hook again and again.
[You are becoming weak, your subordinates will slip away from you, they will betray openly, but I can make you stronger.]
Huron sneered, this was his first response.
[To put it nicely, can you subspace scraps deal with Soshiyang? If you can, why are the servants of the gods beaten to death by him every time? Don’t think I don’t know that he has the means to fight against subspace.
, is a method that you simply cannot cope with]
The voice fell silent, and it took a while before it started to sound again.
[This is an exception, that is the game of the gods——]
[Okay, if you can’t do it, just say so. Even the devil is such a bastard, how can you have the face to talk to me about power? Fortunately, I never trust you, otherwise it will be ruined! 】
The voice quieted down. Huron was not sure what he was looking for this time. Generally speaking, it was some useless demons trying to fish in troubled waters, but Huron was naturally not that stupid. If he really wanted to make a deal, it would be with the top level.
Those four people, not these small fish and shrimps.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party does have some strength. Not all the four gods in the subspace are slaves of the Four Gods. As far as Huron knows, there are still some unique individuals, but they are not on his cooperation list for the time being.
As for whether there will be enmity, it's hard to say. Generally speaking, once subspace creatures can't bewitch you or destroy you, they won't have the patience to deal with mortals.
Perhaps it marked him in some sense, and perhaps, when his soul was finally sacrificed to the Warp, the being would seek out a piece of it to exact its own petty revenge.
But that wasn't worth worrying about. Huron had long since accepted the price he might have to pay in the future.
"King of Black Heart, are you retreating like this?"
A voice made Huron turn his head, and when he discovered that it was his champion Kata Garrix, he shook his head.
"There is no point in fighting anymore. Our goal is not to bleed dry in Angstrom. If Soshyan can have one supporting army, there may be a second one. We cannot fight a decisive battle on the battlefield decided by the enemy. Badab's
Hong Suo is still holding on, let's withdraw and take a rest, then we can try to open up the situation in other directions, and let Soshiyang be proud for a while."
As he said that, Huron thought of some information provided by his intelligence officer, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"There will be a lot of trouble after Soshyang."
"King of Black Heart!"
Suddenly, an attendant hurried over, holding a data tablet in his hand.
"Urgent message from Judah."
Huron frowned and took the data pad. As soon as he took a look at it, he shook it and held it against his chest.
"King of Black Heart!?"
Pushing the attendant away, Huron was so angry that he almost vomited blood and smashed the data tablet on the ground.
"Bastards! Those bastards of the Night Lords!!!!"
While Huron hurriedly gathered the fleet to stop losses, Soshyan also issued an order to stop the battle.
The Blessed Barrier has been severely damaged by invasion, and now has basically lost its mobility and combat capabilities. The Scar of Victory is not only a star fort, but also a temporary home for several ship-based battle groups in the Tribulation Alliance, which also stores their precious treasures.
As the temporary leader of the alliance, Soshyan could not put other people's wealth at risk, and the empire's fleet did not form an overwhelming advantage in the battle with the Red Pirates.
Unless Huron himself stands in front of Soshyan now, the outcome is still unknown.
He has gained enough today. He is not an insatiable person. Originally, the overall goal of the Angstrom battle was to consume Huron's living power, drag its main force here, and defend this key forging world. He did not
We hope to annihilate the Hurons here, let alone sacrifice the lives of more soldiers for this possibility.
A few months have passed, and these goals have basically been achieved. Pushing the envelope can sometimes be counterproductive.