"I've said before that Iongraspeer is a waste, a piece of shit! He has never commanded such a huge fleet. I've heard that he has never sailed anything bigger than a fishing boat in his life! Now!
It's good that he lost, but he left us under the threat of enemy orbital bombardment!"
"Stop talking nonsense about hindsight, Erquisos, it's just the crying of a little brat."
"What did you say, Drum Korda!"
The two rows of metal teeth of Erquessos, the commander of Abaddon's hounds, gleamed on the scarred dark face. A tremor flowed through his body. This was not a manifestation of fear, but a blasphemous physiological transformation and simplicity.
The bloodthirsty, butcher's nails were gnawing at his brain - and he was trying to restrain himself.
There are thousands of followers of Khorne among the troops of the Black Legion. They are divided into many warbands, large and small, and these warbands are all commanded by Equsos, who guides these people according to Abaddon's will.
Looking at the distorted face of the Champion of Khorne, the commander of the Sons of Khorne, "Tyrant of Sarora" Drum Korda seemed to laugh and howl at the same time, but due to the mutation of his throat, the laughter was like thousands of
The chorus of night owls.
After some followers of Slaanesh swore fealty to Abaddon and joined the Black Legion, they formed countless warbands within the legion, collectively known as the Sons of Cruelty, but the reason why they sided with the marauders was to indulge in spreading pain and
While they embraced the joy of making their victims bleed, the Sons of Cruelty were despised by the Emperor's Children, who considered them nothing more than a group of Abaddon's lackeys who had betrayed their Primarch.
Drum Korda, also known as the Tyrant of Sarora, is a Chaos Lord of the Black Legion and one of Abaddon's chosen ones. He was once a veteran sergeant of the Thirteenth Company of the Sons of Horus and also
One of Abaddon's most relied upon and trusted subordinates.
"Your bullshit."
Tyrant Sarora said again:
"That's the cry of a coward."
"Fuck you Slaanesh little bastard!"
Erquessus roared, saliva spurting from between his metal teeth.
"You piece of trash selling your butthole, please clean up your mouth!!"
Then he pointed the chain ax horizontally at the opponent and said in an almost threatening tone:
"We still have a debt to pay! When my people were attacked in the Red Sand Mountains, your people were obviously nearby, why didn't you support me!"
Dram Korda's reaction was just a scream like a laugh, as if the sound of claws sweeping over pieces of metal had acquired a personality, and Zagshin the Destroyer beside him also laughed mockingly,
This further irritated the fragile nerves of the Khorne champion.
Zagshin the Destroyer, like Dram Korda, is a warlord of the Sons of Cruelty, and is also a Chaos Lord who loves sadism. He once created a garden in the agricultural world of Valencia using the local rose garden.
A labyrinth full of thorns, and the prisoners were forced into this place, and then massacred for fun. In the end, countless residents of the planet died in the pursuit of the dark army for several hours, and they were all cut by the thorns with several wounds on their bodies because they were so anxious to choose the way.
.
"We have done everything the order requires. You idiot who only drools and yells. Your own soldiers can't hold their own front. What does this mean? It means they are too weak. Those imperial people are here.
We had already started massacring them before we arrived."
"Fuck you!"
Erquessus raised his hand, as if ready to chop his ax into the opponent's head.
When the two were arguing, no one else said anything. The Masked Prince Telemanon Leila leaned against the wall with her arms folded, as if waiting for a good show. Her whole body was swollen, and her light green armor was covered with horns and horns.
Lex, the slime slug, stood farthest away from the crowd, because few people could stand the smell of him.
"Do not impulse!"
With a low growl, an invisible force prevented the Khorne Champion from taking any further extreme actions.
The fraudster Igosemo raised his head as if he had awakened from a deep sleep, and the four eyes of the silver mask on his face lit up with a light red light at the same time.
After Khayon's "disappearance", Igorthymer became the new wizard lord and Abaddon's personal choice in the Black Legion, completely replacing Khayon's original position - some people are secretly talking about the ruthlessness of the Great Reaver because of this.
Even brothers who are sworn to be blood allies will be abandoned when they lose their value.
At the moment when the two sides were most tense, Igosemo issued a psychic warning as sharp as a blade, and sent it to both parties at the same time.
Urquisos's face twitched, his cranial implants boiling at the unwelcome psychic signal, but it was enough to give him some slight hesitation.
Then, he put down the weapon in his hand.
Drum Korda spread his hands and said helplessly:
"Igosemo, you saw that Erquessos became confused and started to accuse others at will. This is destroying the unity within the legion."
"It was your dog that cost us so much."
Igosemo didn't make a sound, but he didn't like the excrement-like stains emanating from the Tyrant of Salora. This dirty emotion permeated the surrounding air.
"Equisos, I understand your displeasure."
In the end, Igosemo chose to appease one party 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 two thousand meters underground, there was only one thing that caused the vibration.
Something that makes them feel deeply powerless, yet helpless.
"Another fucking orbital bombing!"
One of Erquessus' shoulders twitched, and then his head shook, trying to shake off the dust that fell on his head.
"We are like field mice stuck in a hole! Damn it! I have never been so humiliated in my life!"
The words of the Khorne Champion were rarely recognized by everyone this time.
Igosemo sighed, knowing that this was the source of the quarrel——
pressure.
The enemy's orbital bombardment and the closed underground space have created huge mental pressure for everyone. In addition, few Chaos Space Marines themselves are emotionally stable. Under heavy pressure, it is easy for old grudges to break out violently.
conflict, even bloodshed.
But Abaddon forbade anyone to attack.
After Drum Korda cursed, he spat on the ground, and the acid eroded the metal floor.
"If this continues, all of us will be buried alive underground."
"But the orbit is completely controlled by the enemy."
"So what the hell is wrong with me saying that Ion Grasper is a loser!? If not him, how could we be so passive?"
"What's the use of scolding him now? Can he drive the Spirit of Vengeance to save you?"
Just then, the door opened and a high-pitched voice sounded.