Chapter 64 Black-hearted Huron
The Ghost of Destruction is a battle barge. It is an iron fist composed of plastic steel, adamantine and thick iron mesh. It has a total length of 7.5 kilometers and is equipped with orbital bombardment cannons and fusion cannons. It is equivalent to a fleet composed of lower-level ships.
It has existed for a thousand years, just like the monarch among other ships, but all the traces of loyalty that once represented the empire have been erased, leaving only the blood-red chapter mark...
There is no order at all on the Ghost of Destruction. There is no quiet place here either. It is also rare to see dedicated people here. Their bodies have many irreversible mutations, and they are decorated with sharp horns made of many people's skin, teeth, and bones.
On the bridge, the giant was wearing power armor, looking at the countless data on the panel, as well as the detection signal sent by the bird servant, the holy Astartes? But he seems to be on the opposite side of the word.
When the giant looked out at the ship, the ship's screen was filled with infinite distorted holes, bubbles, hallucinations, terrifying monsters, demons, and things terrible enough to kill everything in the world.
Subspace, a place that distorts time and space, the opposite of the material world, a mirror, but a place that is closely related, and this battleship did not activate the Geller stance...
That giant, Luft Huron, was the leader of the Star Claws Chapter, once.
He is a Space Marine warrior who stands among his fellows, a symbol of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least in that part of the galaxy behind the shield these warriors form with their bodies, minds, and weapons.
At one time, Huron at least in his own way believed in the Human Empire and the Emperor, as well as the responsibilities of his Chapter.
However, the Empire has only a modicum of tolerance for behavior outside of what its regulations allow. Tools that cannot fully fulfill their duties will be discarded, but if it is a tool like Luft Huron that is too powerful to be easily eliminated, he is abandoned by the Empire.
The problem is that, of course, those abandoned tools will return to the Empire, but when they return to the Empire, their bodies, wills and weapons are no longer the shields of the Empire, but swords aimed at its heart.
After experiencing the failure of the Badab War, Huron is now hungry. He needs a world for him to recuperate, he needs countless mortals to work for his brothers, and he needs a powerful technical sage to provide him with adequate maintenance.
But he could only huddle in the warp at the moment, while his battle brothers came out of the side warehouse and reported to the Lord of the Maelstrom.
"My Lord." He knelt down on one knee and said loyally. "We have deviated from the previous orbit and may have left the maelstrom area..."
Huron's huge scarlet power pincers clenched gently. "Captain Julius Kata of the Ultramarines Chapter is still chasing us, those damn blue things..."
The Crimson Battle-Brother, the Chaos Astartes answered. "Sir, our flagship still has considerable combat effectiveness!"
considerable? he repeated. "Respectable, my brother?" Half-dead, I and my shattered warband managed to escape the Empire. ”
"But I know very well that in a few decades I will personally create a power that is enough to crush a star sector, if I want to!"
he said in a snorting voice. "Although Abaddon's military might be greater, it took me less than a century to forge my own."
"And Abaddon took me a hundred times as long! The previous legions were arrogant about their history and laughed at us as young newcomers from their so-called ancient war. But where is their primarch? They are pestering Whose legacy is it that is not released? Horus and Curze are dead!"
"Brother, it's not enough, there's not enough we need to do..."
Huron's smile narrowed slightly. He wants to see the Tao Empire be torn apart more than anyone else. He wanted the Empire to feel the pain of having half his body blown up with a melta gun by that bastard Androcles and his near-death.
He hoped that the lies and emptiness of the empire would be exposed in front of the world, so that the citizens of the empire would curse the emperor in a low voice before they died, and let them also taste the taste of betrayal.
As the Lord of the Maelstrom becomes obsessed with revenge, the Chief Astropath suddenly reports.
"There is a subspace tremor, it is speculated to be a small cruiser-class battleship!"
cried Huron. "When we meet the enemy, we must not expose our whereabouts!"
"Even the slightest threat must be dealt with immediately!"
He walked towards the command point. The astropaths felt tremendous pressure. They knew that the people they were facing were beings who followed the destructive power of Chaos. They were capricious, terrifying and powerful.
They did not dare to neglect, and tried their best to search for enemy intelligence in the ripples of subspace.
"It is...a Mechanicus light cruiser, my lord!"
After the Astropath finished speaking, the enemy's warships were roughly displayed on the screen, and the Adeptus Mechanicus light cruiser was a light cruiser belonging to the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet.
These ships often serve as escorts for exploratory fleets, searching for new technologies in their quest for knowledge. In other words, they carry scientific researchers from the Mechanicus!
Huron burst out laughing at this report. "The name of subspace is really blessed by the gods. Follow it, don't expose yourself, and wait until we reach Mandeville Point before launching a surprise attack."
"I can't let those people be exposed to the subspace. What if there are people I need among those things?" He said to himself, but his thoughts were extremely clear, because he was sure that he would complete it in just a few decades. A feat that the Chaos Warmaster could not accomplish in hundreds of years!
On the unlucky Mechanicus warship, the data craftsman Griza Darax was sorting out the data of the currently known STCs.
Compared to that foodie, she is more mechanized. As a mechanical sage, she has almost no human emotions. The eyes made of monitors cannot show a trace of emotional fluctuations, only endless complex movements.
She was looking forward to the next trip. Meeting a new STC was one of the few feelings she had. When she put on this dark red robe, she had already abandoned her feelings.
But there is one more thing she is looking forward to about traveling besides STC, and that is that her apprentice, the smartest one, is assisting the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the Skadi Imperial Army on that planet.
When Geller stood still, the data craftsmen on the battleship looked at the dark green planet, with countless data fluctuations in their eyes, and in the subspace, hungry beasts gradually jumped out from the sides of the battleship...
If there are no accidents, it will be available tomorrow (yawn)
There won’t be any updates, I don’t have time, flesh and blood.
(End of chapter)