When Soshyan received the news, he immediately frowned. Occam's intelligence did not mention this matter, which caused changes in his entire plan.
A hulk, it doesn’t really have a big impact, because it can still be defeated by the main Soshyan’s fleet. The point is, what does this unexpected second hulk represent?
Could it be that Huron had figured out his plan?
still
What happened to Veronica?
But this was the critical moment of the decisive battle. Soshyan knew that he could not mess up. He immediately ordered the fleet to attack, sailing out from the hidden asteroid belt to threaten the main force of the Huron fleet from the sides and rear. At the same time, he ordered the star language
The latter sent a signal to the distant Red Hunters and Gray Knights, asking them to immediately go to the vicinity of the battlefield. Finally, they secretly tried to contact Veronica through Anita.
Soon, the huge fleet led by Soshyan broke away from the silence and concealment in the asteroid belt at the edge of the galaxy and headed for the battlefield of the Kara galaxy. All this was soon learned by the Red Pirates.
"Your Majesty! The detection array detected the enemy's large-scale fleet activity signal at the extreme distance!"
The bridge of the Doomwraith is like a large Chaos Sacrifice, filled with the symbols of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star to symbolize the gods that Huron now serves, appearing on the limbs of every busy crew member and technician.
A mixture of flesh and metal caused by the desecrated warp energy, they were originally servants of the Star Claws, but their alignments and warbands were changed, and those who disobeyed were swiftly executed.
After hearing the sound from the brass trumpet, Huron's necrotic lips grinned, while his demon pet made a weird crunching sound at his feet, as if sharing the master's joy.
"The enemy fleet is at least the size of sixty capital ships."
The crew member in charge of the detection array said nervously:
"Fast approach to the center in a very tight formation!"
Huron raised his claws and pointed at the fleet led by Tu'shan that was lining up for bombardment outside the distant observation window. The vocal implant in his throat alleviated his damaged voice.
"Broadcast a warning to the 1st and 2nd Squadrons and let the fighters who jump into gang warfare enter their assault boats! They should ignore Soshyan's fleet and attack this enemy group first!"
In this battle, Huron basically emptied his fortune, so the total number of his ships still exceeded the sum of the two fleets of Soshyan and Tu'shan, but most of them were modified pirate ships and small boats.
The quality of that fleet, as long as they attack quickly and in formation, will immediately break up the formation of his fleet, leaving each part of the fleet to respond piecemeal.
Huron allowed his mind to clear up and began to assess the situation at this time, allowing his attention to be simultaneously focused on the tactical readings that kept popping up on the holographic projection and the scene ahead that he could see with his own eyes, the subspace.
Sounds appeared in his brain, and he would hear these silent warnings when danger was approaching. Most of these warnings were deceptive: but this did not mean that he could ignore it.
The Power of Destruction will lend its aid at the right time, and then withdraw it when it sees fit.
Once you rely on such omens, you will easily be forced to hand over everything one day.
"Soshyan, come here and let fate decide who is the winner."
Huron whispered that he actually had no so-called absolute confidence. The failure in the Palace of Thorns had taught him that anything that seemed absolute often represented another kind of trap.
In order to survive, he can only do his best.
The Lord of the Maelstrom took a deep breath, which made his lungs twitch.
If he had a choice, he really didn't want to fight this battle, but he had no choice. This galaxy had never given him a choice.
"Other ships, turn around and let us greet this imperial hero. In addition, send a signal to the opponent's flagship."
A few minutes later, Dietrian's monotonous voice sounded from the bridge of the Eternal Loyalty.
"Commander-in-Chief, the enemy has sent a holographic communication request from Huron."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, then nodded slightly and said:
"catch!"
Along with the output of safety instructions one after another, a minute later, as water-like ripples spread on the imaging device, a giant who sat high on the throne and looked fragmented appeared.
"Long time no see, Soshyan Alexei, my respectable and pitiful opponent."
When Huron's slow tone sounded, all the Astartes present cast their eyes at him.
"Luft Huron, you are finally willing to appear on the battlefield with dignity like a warrior. It seems that you at least remember that you are an Astartes."
Huron seemed to sigh after hearing Soshyan's words.
"I have to admit that you have made me suffer a lot of humiliation, but you should know that you will never be the winner in this war. Think about it again. We don't have to fight to the death. You can win by luck. After victory,
Nothing in your life will belong to you. Those greedy mortals will steal everything and take everything away. The blood we shed will ultimately only become the nutrients to nourish their fat flowers of power. Once you fail, they will
Stand up together and accuse you, accuse you, and deny everything you have done in the past! This is what the Empire is doing to all Astartes now! They want us to fight, bleed, and die for them, but they do not want to see us get anything
Something I should have gotten!”
Soshiyang looked at the other party and suddenly sneered and asked:
"Okay, then tell me, Huron, what do you want?"
"Respect! Real respect from mortals to us!"
"Then they still don't respect you? When you walk in front of them, do they kneel at your feet? When you ask for something from them, do they silently hand over everything? When you want to invest their children in
During the trial and transformation after a narrow escape, did they do it without any complaints? What are you complaining about? What are you qualified to complain about? Do you take everything for granted, and take what you don't get as being taken away?
Have you ever thought about how many miners are required to work day and night in the mines to cast a fighting knife? How many workers and priests are required to work in a purgatory-like factory to cast a pair of armor? How many workers are required to recruit a new soldier?
Parents lose their sons? Have you ever thought about those farmers who work in the fields for 12 hours a day and have a life span of less than forty years? You feel that you have bled, sweated and sacrificed, but how have you ever thought about how many mortals there are?
I bled, sweated, and died in obscurity for you and your battle group!? Everything we have is accumulated from the blood and sweat of mortals. What qualifications do we have to complain? Even if we complain, it should not be for ourselves, but for ourselves.
For those mortals who lift up us so-called demigods with their frail arms!"
As he spoke, Soshyan raised his hand and pointed at the other party. At this time, Huron's whole body trembled, and his pale face seemed to change color.
"Huron, listen to me, it is only natural that we shed blood and sacrifice for them! There is no room for negotiation in this matter, let alone the capital to gain power! This is why you were wrong and ultimately failed.
!When I destroy your fallen soul, perhaps at the last moment you will recall your original intention when you were still a mortal, and I hope you can finally repent of your actions!"
When Soshyan came to the end, Huron suddenly stood up, roared and raised his claws in Soshyan's direction.
"Soshyan! I will make you regret the bullshit you said! Bullshit!"
Then the flames swept through and the image disappeared.