The Lord of the Red Pirates, the Black-Hearted King Huron frowned.
At this moment, he and his warriors were riding his flagship, the Ghost of Destruction, heading towards an imperial world on the edge of the Maelstrom Sector. This great flagship led a terrifying fleet of battleships, cruisers, escorts and frigates, like
The hungry wolves pounce on their prey.
Huron is the sole master of the entire fleet. At this moment, he is fully armed and majestic, sitting on the black iron throne, like an all-powerful tyrant. There is a chain hanging on one of his shoulder plates, decorated with a small silver skull.
and the symbol of Chaos, a barbed wire arcing behind his strong shoulders, anchoring an iron halo to his armored backpack.
The thick metal collar around his neck was forged into a shape similar to a breathing mask, with blasphemous epistles etched on it. At the same time, his legs were covered with seals and human skin paper, making the whole person look like a spliced thing.
In the eyes of outsiders, as long as Huron exists, a wave of enthusiasm will surge outward and ignite the entire space.
The tyrant's voice was full of dominance and passion, and every word symbolized an irresistible command.
At the same time, there were several other tall figures standing behind Huron, each of them shining brightly against the background of their respective armor. Although there was a tyrant, they still managed to make their presence visible in the huge body of the Destruction Ghost.
Parliament hall.
These people are all champions selected by Huron through the Skull Feast, and the most eye-catching among them is undoubtedly the winner of the Skull Feast, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, Honso.
Honso is a brutal giant wearing spiked power armor. His almost hairless head is covered with scars and biomechanics. His shoulder armor has the yellow and black stripes of the Iron Warriors logo, but on his chest is the red pirate logo, and the silver right
The arms were exposed in the air, like metal.
Anyone familiar with Honsou knows that that arm actually partially utilizes the active metal of the Necron.
When the war blacksmith stood in the crowd, his unruly aura overwhelmed almost everyone - except Huron.
Above the crowd was a huge domed roof with a smoking incense burner hung on it, and a huge display screen on the floor showing a star map of the area where the fleet was located.
"According to recent intelligence, the empire's fleet has been fighting against the Black Legion for some time."
whispered the Doomwraith's Astropath.
"Lord Prayed's last message came from a month and a half ago."
"Lord, Prayed will be fine. He has an entire powerful fleet and should be able to clear out anything that blocks his way. Moreover, he is also very aware of the consequences of failure."
Etase, the champion of Slaanesh, stepped forward with a flattering expression on his tattooed face:
"You have given Plaid the supreme honor, and success is destined."
"No."
Huron shook his head.
"I know Plaid. If I ask him to send back an astronomical signal every month, he will definitely execute it. If he fails to do so, then there must be an accident."
"My lord, Plaid can decide his own destiny, and we should only care about the progress of our own fleet."
Finally, Honso spoke, and as he spoke, a tremor could be felt throughout the hall, which seemed to be related to the snarling red-skinned creature on his belt.
"My intuition tells me it's not that simple."
Huron said in a deep voice, focusing on the star map and the progress of the fleet.
"To be honest, I don't want to use my hands on this matter. The situation does not allow me to have other options. Abaddon is not an easy guy to get along with, but the impact of Praid's success or failure on us is self-evident. Abaddon
The tone is very different this time, he is carrying out a big plan, and we must participate in it to profit, understand? There is no such thing as a business without capital in this world."
The silence of the war chiefs and champions showed that they seemed to be united in their opinions.
At this moment, the silence was broken by the Huron wizard Garon Sulet, whose voice was like the hoarse sound of a poisonous snake, and in a way was very consistent with the power he possessed.
"So how can we help Plaid? We don't even know what happened to him."
"There are some new variables that you don't know about, Sarpedon?"
At Huron's call, Sarpedon's figure emerged from the shadow cast by the dome, and then bowed before the Blackheart King.
The current Phantom Warriors may be the least respected warband among the Red Pirates, not only because they are still small, with less than three hundred people.
What's more, they just betrayed the empire, and their history has almost no glory.
More importantly, their leader is a highly mutated sorcerer, which is a relatively unpopular type even among Chaos Space Marines.
Therefore, in such public occasions, Sarpedon usually chooses to hide in the shadows, not attracting the attention of others, and thus avoiding meaningless ridicule.
But even so, many times, some cruel and disgraceful tasks would fall on them, but Sarpedon did not complain, he just endured it.
Huron did not make things difficult for him, but he also did not think highly of him. He only regarded him as an insignificant one among the many war gang leaders.
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 the time. Please tell everyone about it now."
As Huron spoke, he moved his broken body on the throne, causing the chains on his body to jingle.
"As you command, my lord."
Nodding, Sarpedon, who was dressed in black and purple armor, said in a deep voice:
"According to the reports from our spies deployed in the Nessen galaxy, the fleet of the Astral Knights suddenly left their home planet a few months ago, with an unknown destination. Originally, we also placed a secret sentinel on the planet, but unfortunately it was destroyed a year ago.
All cleared."
"that's it?"
Hong Suo curled his lips and questioned:
"Do you know how far the Tempest Star Territory is from the Ultimate Star Territory? They walked over there after eating well? And how did they know that Praid also went there? You couldn't have told him."
"The Nessen Galaxy is indeed very far away from the Pandora Galaxy, but if there is a strong navigator, it is not impossible to spend several months to get there. As for the last two questions-"
Sarpedon answered humbly, and then looked at Huron.
"I guess my lord should be able to understand."
Hearing this, Huron cracked his knuckles angrily.
There is no doubt that he wants everything to go well. Prayed's mission should be simple, but the form of the place is complicated, and Abaddon's purpose is not as pure as it seems.
This is why Huron chose not to join the game.
No matter how simple something is, if it is involved in a complicated situation, a lot of mistakes will happen.
But if Plaid cannot complete his scheduled mission, the problems in the Pandora galaxy will be magnified, so that the entire plan to cooperate with the Black Legion will have countless problems.
"Soshyang, Soshyang again!"
Huron had a gloomy face and gritted his teeth as he read out the name that he had cursed countless times.