Chapter 522 It’s normal for there to be seven or even eight of the six warlords
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“Sometimes I think...this dream is too real.”
When the voice he was now extremely familiar with sounded from behind him, Honso, now a Red Pirate envoy to the Black Legion and the commander of the "agreed" reinforcements, was concentrating on the battle that was about to happen. He is doing careful pre-war calculations - although he is accustomed to calculating his military strength only into cold numbers on paper, the numbers are his own, not others. If he still wants to delay enough time according to the original plan, then In the next countless battles, we must try to preserve the effective strength of our troops until Abaddon withdraws, or is defeated and retreats, or - Abaddon wins? Let’s leave this possibility to last.
Damn old Luft Huron Fox! Instead of playing conspiracy, play conspiracy instead, right? Indeed, by owning a star fort, he had to shoulder corresponding war responsibilities and demonstrate his abilities... But he remembered this account! Hum hum, everyone is a Chaos person, who wouldn’t secretly leave a backup plan for themselves? But not now...
But Honso could not ignore the voice.
The War Blacksmith, who now misses the days when he was a pure potion master with a caring little apprentice to serve, old enemies to take revenge on, and a joyful experiment to make, sighed, and sat down on the table he made specially for himself. On the swivel steel office chair, he turned around without raising his buttocks so as to face his current war gang champion, who was considered a terrorist, standing behind him with his arms folded and looking out the window. The beloved warrior, the dark apostle, the demon possessed, the "Invincible" Mercury - if only he really was such a person!
If only I had known that this Primarch was not even a single word the same as what was described in those outright liar books that praised the virtues written by the villain of the national religion! He would never think of choosing such a god who could never be given away to put on his head as his own merit! Why is he so greedy that he swallows the elephant like a snake? Once you grab the Indomitable, you should run away in time! Half of the Fifth Company of the Ultramarines, a navigator fleet, a escort fleet, and an entire operational Ramirez-class star fort are actually good enough for the first opening...
Look now! Even if he successfully grabbed it, he could not use it as his own victory and bait as originally planned. In the end, it aroused additional suspicion from the Black Heart King: What does the blue eyes from the dark apostle who came to his door mean in the world of chaos? It's all clear.
He withdrew his thoughts and thought about how to answer the words of the man who was now a superior in both senses.
However, the other party then spoke on his own, which made Hongsuo sigh with relief and feel at the same time.
"Is this dream tainted with the warp really all a dream? Honso, has my brother mentioned to you the conclusions of his further research on this creation?"
Robert Guilliman—now a figure with a pair of small demonic horns and scriptures tattooed on his skin and armor, is looking at the black void outside the porthole of the fortress assigned to them, and the figure that occupies The huge black stone body of the Eternal Will, which covered less than half of the field of vision, and the huge black chaos fleet flying with the Eternal Will in the void. "Things have come to a point where the heresies and blasphemies I have seen along the way have surpassed all the ugly traitors I have seen in the past two centuries combined. I must admit, I have seen so many things that I have never seen before. I have imagined things that made me unsure several times. Why is it that what I see exceeds my imagination? Is this place really not a real purgatory? "
The Primarch of the Ultramarines in the form of a demonic apostle was dissatisfied. “What makes me even more confused, sad, and puzzled,” he said, “is when I try to get deeper into more people to see why they are here. After tens of thousands of years of betrayal, I threw myself into the lies of heresy one after another, and threw myself into the fire of eternal damnation. The many confession stories I heard really made me very, very sad, and even more angry." He said. Clenching his fists, Honso began to sigh again.
As expected, Guilliman hit the activated black stone that was used as a table hard. The thing shrank and began to cry at a frequency that tortured Lyman's ears, like a Children whose ears are tortured, even so, nothing here dares to move. These twisted creations formed by injecting the essence of subspace into black stone stay in place tremblingly, enduring the abuse of the superior in their eyes. "Vent" behavior.
"My camouflage tattoos, scrolls, and scripture armor seemed to lead many of them to believe that I was a priest, a confessor, someone to whom one could talk."
Reported by Guilliman Turning around, his amber eyes shone in the shadows, "I expect to hear stories of corruption due to greed, lust or other sinful behaviors. This will make me feel that they will die in our killing and deserve it. But those who have truly fallen for committing such crimes do not want to come to me to confess. Every one of them has a story that makes me want to hang an imperial official or a high lord. If the empire they dreamed of building was half as bad and rotten as they say, it would be a really desperate situation for the loyalists, and I don't think I'm surprised why some would choose to defect to Chaos."
"So when you were walking among the heretics, you heard some stories of betrayal that tortured your soul and disturbed your conscience. Is that right?" the War Blacksmith pointed out, "My lord, I am an apothecary, not a so-called priest. I may not be that good at healing a Primarch's mind, but since you told me this, I think I can recommend a spiritual strengthening remedy that my comrades love and use."
"What remedy?"
"Please read it after me:" Honsou raised his head and read out the words that he had heard Soltarn read before, even though he had never read it himself. But at this moment, he felt that power was indeed flowing out from between his teeth and tongue, and taking shape like a hammer striking a steel block on an anvil. "Steel becomes strength, and strength becomes determination; determination builds faith, and faith gives birth to faith." Tough iron.”
The Primarch of the Ultramarines stared intently at the Warsmith.
"According to one of my...old comrades-in-arms, this medicine is very useful in strengthening the soul at Lions Gate Airport." Hong Suo said politely.
Guilliman snorted heavily. It was obvious that his anger was successfully interrupted by this unexpected approach when he was heading towards a certain corner, but it has not disappeared yet.
“I think you should think about it from another direction. First of all, we have been in the warp and heresy recently, especially here. We are here waiting for the meeting to be held, but there is nothing about Blackstone Fortress. The doubt is that you can act because of the corruption of subspace. Although your soul is pure and safe, the environment is subtle and you have no experience in resisting it. You should always remind yourself of this and be careful.”
Hong Suo saw the other person's expression of horror and then suddenly began to calm down. The invisible surge of power under his skin faded away like a tide, and the sound of the activated furniture in the room also calmed down. "You continue."
"Secondly, what you are listening to here are the confessions of heretics. Perhaps some of them have indeed been wronged, but even if the situation is so bad, there are still people who stick to their loyalty, right? To the respectable For the defenders, their loyalty can only be given to this collapsing empire. , because if they give up their loyalty, it will be the same thing as what they have been fighting for their entire lives. And the nameless sacrifices of loyal people to protect mankind form the cornerstone of human existence today. " The war blacksmith's voice was as cold as the freezer in his laboratory. "There are almost no places worth protecting in this empire, and the forced sacrifices are labeled as righteousness... My father thought so too, so after experiencing loyalty and betrayal, he decided that neither was the final path. ...He managed to escape the rotting corpse of the Empire with the pieces of your brothers in tow. . We, together with my respected fathers, what we are guarding on the hidden front is not the Empire, not your powerless father, but..."
The primarch's eyes flickered, and Honso knew that he Now that he understands it, as for what the original body understands, it is not something he needs to worry about.
There were footsteps outside the door, and then Abaddon's herald knocked on the door of their cabin. The Warmaster's Chaos fleet is only a day's journey from Cadia, and the Great Reaver is summoning all warlords of their own power to the council chambers.
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Draula Morcas was following Abaddon’s request when he announced his declaration of victory and subsequent battle plans. Carefully observe and accept the thoughts of all those summoned to the conference hall.
This conference hall activated and controlled by her has the effect of increasing her mind-reading ability and can help her better read the thoughts in these people's minds, because she originally had to concentrate to carefully read the exact words of a single person. Thoughts, and there were too many people here and too many mixed thoughts, it was like a wasteland full of weird weeds and wildflowers. Without the help of the conference hall, it would be difficult for her to distinguish individual thoughts from them. Visualize it.
This is also the reason why the Warmaster usually does not summon all the chosen lords at once when he has such a request from her, but today's situation is special.
She had just observed the mind of Urkanthos, the representative warlord of Khorne and the Lord of the Black Fleet, filled with blood and pain. Whenever the red light behind his head dimmed, the Butcher's Nail It would be like a blood syringe dripping more bright red into it. Only Abaddon, her great and powerful father's command as cold as the wind could make this vicious dog temporarily put away its fangs and force itself to calm down.
There are so many veterans, traitors, heretics and cultists in the hall that the guys in the last row have to squeeze together, with their feet on hoofs or Their weapons clashed with each other to prevent themselves from accidentally standing between the upper and lower rows of huge teeth that served as door panels.
Of course, there are some cultists or heretics who will consciously leave a circle around everyone else. Those are the members or their members of the Nurgle warband "Bringer of Decay" from Skyrak Killborn. Expand the place where the servants stay.
Even though they are also servants of the dark god, several other warlords and lords personally chosen by Abaddon and their men are not willing to get close to their companions. In addition to the spreading plague, there is also an unbearable stench, and perhaps only the plague. The soldiers themselves were happy with this.
For example, at this moment, Mocas saw behind Urkanthos, the yellow-green plague cloud wrapped around the back of Lord Skylark's head like thick phlegm in the lungs of a dying patient. And his thoughts were the countless flies buzzing among them. They were chaotic, dense, unknown, but constantly breeding. When she observed that these thought flies hatched from the brain of the Plague Lord in the form of fat white maggots. When she came out, she pinched her fingers to suppress the vomiting feeling out of habit and averted her eyes.
Let’s take a look at this head. This is Devram Koda, the lord who is now in charge of the Slaanesh warband in the Warmaster’s Black Legion. He was also a colleague of the Warmaster. His The confusing and confusing narratives and confessions in his mind are like a kind of continuous torture, which appears as beautiful poems and patterns written by the patient on the glass with his fingertips and his own blood, while his cruelty is recalling a swig. The pleasure of the painful essence of tens of billions of souls - her father's face flashed through it. She couldn't catch the thought, but she didn't plan to give up monitoring him later.
Beside Kodak is Zara Feston, a supreme wizard lord from the Thousand Sons Legion. There are rumors that this name is just a position-like title, but no one knows this rumor Are the rumors true? Because at this moment, Mocas observed that countless eyes opened in the mind of the warlord who represented Tzeentch. They were like colorful soap bubbles that burst and emerged one by one. , with countless changes and countless possibilities, clusters of detailed changes form more recognizable words floating on the top, each of which tempts those who can see them to go towards the direction that the wizard hopes they will go. road.
The next person standing there was the war blacksmith Colom Gate, who had returned at the call of the Warmaster. He wore a gun-steel-colored helmet with the characteristics of the Fourth Legion. He was once an Iron Warrior and now he is a black A member of the legion and a representative of the undivided forces of chaos here, the war blacksmith's mental image was not only difficult to understand for Mocas, but also made a young man instinctively frightened: there were an extremely large number of people floating above his head. The terrifying numbers, formulas, calculation charts, and various functions and advanced mathematical tools made the Girl of the Black Stone think that he might be calculating how to hollow out a planet to create a maze.
The last one was also a war blacksmith, Honsou and his champion, a cannon fodder sent by the secret rival of her beloved Warmaster - she curled her lips and glanced at the ordinary thoughts of these two people, the head of the war blacksmith. There were meatballs of various strange colors all around, about eighteen of them? Or twenty? The blue and green light is like an ocean surrounding them, and the white-gold sunlight penetrates the sea and shines on them. What a strange war blacksmith; this champion of his, the Word Bearer? It was even more boring. His mind was empty. The daughter of shadows stared at it again because of this emptiness - it was really empty. She had never seen anyone's mind be so empty. This was a person. Champion of Khorne, she really wished that Urkanthos's head, which was always covered in blood and red light, could be as empty as this.
Father would have put them into one of the most difficult enemy areas until they were completely exhausted, unless they planned to rebel on the spot - which the Warmaster could then use to show off to the Red Army. Pirates demand explanations, compensation and even provoke wars that benefit themselves. How clever! Her master, her warmaster, her father.
Mocas knew that she should lower her strange eyes on this occasion and maintain respect for her master, but after seeing so many scheming or violent and stupid minds, she still endured it. He couldn't help but raise his eyelids and look at Abaddon on the throne with his purple naked eyes and black stone eyeballs.
Abaddon's mind was open to her in a way, which she secretly enjoyed, and considered it a tacit connivance.
And this is the most beautiful thought she has ever seen. No one can compare with it. The thoughts are like planets surrounding Abaddon's head, so beautiful and so timeless.
Except for the one thing that ruined this celestial tranquility and beauty: the Chosen Mark of Chaos on his forehead.
It had fallen and ignited by the Dark Gods themselves, and it looked like a replica of the galactic discord, like the fire that ignited the beautiful stars that surrounded his mind.
Mocas wept at what Abaddon had endured.
(End of this chapter)