Chapter 67 What is the King
In the lounge of the Ghost of Destruction, the mortal servants diligently wiped the tyrant's claws, while the owner of the terrifying weapon clung to the luxurious weave, enjoying the service he deserved.
The Black-Hearted King looked at his pet and said to himself.
"I know, do you think I gave Weingar too many rights? It's okay, because I have already felt that this battle will definitely be defeated."
"When the battleship's void battle fails, the direction of the wind has changed. If you want to capture this world, you must conduct battle in a more stable way."
"Huh? You ask me why I let Veengar continue to work? Well..." The Black Heart King pondered for a moment.
"It's important for young people to feel failure." He replied to himself, but for the Blackheart King who can serve as the leader of the chapter, there is no doubt about Veengar's potential, but as a commander, he is still too much young.
However, Huron knew very well that he could not throw this matter directly in the face of his proud warriors. It would only make him betray his relatives, just like the empire today.
Although his body is a wreckage composed of machinery, witchcraft, and mutation, his mind is still clear and flexible. He is very clear about the current situation and what his subordinates need.
This attitude has also infected his judgment on Chaos. Even though the Black Heart King is extremely close to the destructive power of Chaos, even within reach, he has only used its gifts a handful of times.
Huron is very aware of the nature of chaos. They will give gifts. When you accept them, you will like them and ask for more, but the price is hidden. By the time you react, you are no longer able to extricate yourself and find that your power is only Something that will be taken out at someone else's whim.
And his evaluation of Abaddon is even lower. There is no doubt that the Warmaster has countless close transactions with the power of chaos destruction, and this is the reason for his failure. When the power of chaos leaves his body, he is the real deal. waste!
It is also because the Blackheart King cares more about the concept of growth than other Chaos Lords, which also makes his fleet quite independent of the destructive power of Chaos. However, the corruption brought by Chaos has also degraded the gene seeds of their chapter, and now the mutations of the new warriors It is also getting more serious.
As the Chaos Lord who commands the Red Pirates and the King of the Maelstrom, Huron Wei has nothing to do about this matter. Now he only hopes to repay the blood debt of the empire that betrayed him, but from the bottom of his heart, he hopes that what he does can awaken the empire. giant.
Even though it was completely corrupted and half buried in the ground, the moment such an idea appeared, madness filled the air. Under the influence of the power of chaos, the Black-Hearted King instantly grasped the tyrant's claw and crushed the mortal who wiped it into pieces.
The Black-Hearted King looked at the lump of meat, and he quite liked this servant. "Substitute!"
He shouted, closed his eyes and slowly waited for mortals to serve him. He knew that now he still needed to wait, waiting for an opportunity. This opportunity might be decades later, or maybe a hundred years later, but he could feel that he The day we witness it is not far away...
On the ground, the camp has been transformed horribly, filled with spikes, sulfuric acid, and terrible things. Under the pollution of the power of chaos, in just one day, the place has been as terrifying as hell, and mortal flesh has become the best decoration. The metal from the drop pods was reshaped into various weapons.
The Red Angel stood on the guard tower and looked at the forest from a distance. The terrain here was quite harsh. He ordered his men to patrol in groups of three no matter what. However, the Chaos Space Marines all like to act independently, and their obedience is too poor. .
Vengar was too young and did not dare to give his battle brothers enough punishment like the Black Heart King. As a result, five Astartes disappeared in the forest in just half a day.
Veengar and the traitors underestimated the mortals here too much. They didn't know what happened here, but the situation was by no means as smooth as the red angel originally thought.
It is not that he has never formed a commando team, but in most cases he has carried out fixed-point assaults in his own group and with fixed brothers. This is the first time he has commanded so many battle brothers.
He couldn't help but think, would the landing place given by Chaos Lord Huron be better?
His superhuman thoughts began to judge the terrain here. First of all, magnetic field interference and tropical rainforest made the communication here extremely poor. If the mining area was occupied, the remoteness would be a natural shelter, and mortals might not know that they had landed.
But this place is too close to Karu City, and his poor control over the betrayed Space Marines may have exposed his position...
Thinking like this, he exerted force with his arms and crushed the solid concrete on the edge of the sentry tower into powder... But the intense emotions caused his blood thirst to suddenly appear, reason left his mind, and his skin became paler...
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"Blood..." He said weakly into the communicator on his collar, and the Iron Guard servant immediately climbed upstairs with a scarlet blood bag. "My lord, please use..."
The curse of blood thirst made the Red Angel even more angry. He didn't like his genetic defects, and even joining Chaos didn't fix it at all.
The thing he hated most in his life was to admit that his abilities were inferior to others, even if he already felt in his heart that the lord's judgment was better. He drank up the scarlet blood and gasped for breath.
"How prepared are you? Attack..."
he asked his servant, and the noble servant answered. "It's almost done. Only a few groups are left."
The red angel's eyes showed an obvious expression of disappointment. Those groups were probably dead in name only. There were still a few hours before the raid. For the supermen, this was just a moment in their lives, but at this moment, it could change the fate of the world. .
The mortal servants have prepared weapons and explosive bombs, and the Space Marines have gathered, but what they worship is not the majesty of the Red Angel, but the desire for the screams of mortals.
They gathered symbolically in order to perform a better slaughter. In fact, many of the guys had scarlet minced meat on their bodies. I am afraid they had hunted in the forest, but they were probably lucky and did not encounter any obstacles. The Tachangs may not be alone.
When Wengar walked up to the heights and announced to them that the operation had begun, and there were rustling sounds in the dark forest, the war was about to break out.
On the upper floors of Karu City, in the abandoned administrative granary, the smell of rotten grain, preservatives, and ozone emitted by the coolant of the cooling equipment permeated the place.
The noble planetary governor, Mr. John Durn, stood in the empty room, the lumens (horizontal light bulbs) glowing with promethium-induced light.
It shines on the two weapons on the table, two beautiful ancient Terra-style flintlock pistols, but these are not real antiquities, but 11 taxes from the primitive world, which were bought by nobles as collections.
John looked at someone across the table. He was a gentle middle-aged man, a former plasma gunner in the fourth row, a man who was very lucky to survive the Greenskin War.
"Corporal, why did you call me here?" John Deen looked at the nobleman in front of him who had a mustache and glasses, and looked completely different from the previous big-headed soldier, with a complicated heart.
The soldier, now a noble, raised his pistol and showed an extremely impolite shooting gesture to the noble planetary governor.
"I want to duel with you, not only for honor, but also for the food, clothing, housing and transportation needs of hundreds of thousands of residents under my command."
"You have moved almost any excess capacity away in order to provide more for the Astra Militarum, and you have become a tyrant."
"I'm sorry that I invited you here to resolve it in such a way that it made things personal."
His tone was neither fast nor slow, but there was an indescribable fear in it. He probably didn't come here for the duel, but was probably ostracized by the aristocratic circle.
Although he talks about behaviors that still exist from the time of Ancient Terra, there is no trace of honor or backbone.
But in fact, dueling has never been banned in the Astra Militarum. Although it is expressly prohibited by the Ministry of Military Affairs, it is still the most fair and tacitly allowed behavior, and even has certain legal benefits.
Of course, John Durn could turn around and leave, activate the void shield on his chest, and declare openly that the guy opposite was treasonous and wanted to kill the sergeant and planetary governor of the Astra Militarum, but instead he stroked the flintlock gun on the table and detected Is there anything wrong with it? Is there any manipulation?
The reason is very simple. He is not alone. This is not his request alone. It is the method unanimously judged by his former fourth-row comrades and now the aristocratic circle. They have benefited, so they do not want this world to provide today's stars. There are more realm armies, something other than the tithe.
Just one Terran year burned the brains of the once honorable man, and the sweet wine and delicious steak made the soldiers who were not afraid of the orc boss become potbellied.
John Deen looked at the flintlock gun, and the bitterness in his heart grew even more. He took off the void shield on his chest. This was not a stupid act, but if he refused to duel, the noble group would soon mutiny on a large scale.
The Astra Militarum can indeed suppress most problems quickly, but with the arrival of the Red Corsairs, such behavior is equivalent to exposing one's belly during a fight and letting someone punch him.
John wouldn't let that happen, so.
"How old are you?" John asked confusedly.
The other person answered. "40 standard Terra years..."
"Do you have children?"
The other person answered. "Two, one boy and one girl, born before joining the army."
John lowered his head and thought for a while, "I accept the duel, sir."
Then they fell silent and distanced themselves. There was no referee, deputy, or even a doctor. If they died here, it would be extremely normal for both of them to leave the mortal world and leave their bodies untouched.
The arms of the former soldier opposite were trembling. He had never looked like this when facing the orcs and opened his firearm. But now it has become ridiculous, because he has too many things that cannot be lost, including rights, family, servants, and citizens. .
They are all soldiers and nobles, but John Deen is confident that he can win, but the opponent is just a waste that has been coerced by the major nobles.
The two people started counting down in unison with their thick voices.
"One, two, three, four, five, six..."
"Seven..."
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
Bang! Before the tenth shot came out, someone fired. Who was it? Who is it?
It was the trembling nobleman, the former soldier. His trembling arms shot out projectiles, and the rough flintlock hit John Durn's thigh. The planetary governor knelt on one knee, holding the gun in his hand straight, pointing at the ceiling. , the projectile still did not fire.
He did not intend to take away the life of the opponent from the beginning, nor did he think that he would be killed by such a shooting. If the greenskin attack did not take him away that day, how could he die in such a shooting?
The God Emperor favored him, he believed so, and fate answered him again.
He stood up holding on to the table. Blood flowed from his trousers and wet the barn floor.
The person on the other side was trembling, and the flintlock in his hand fell to the ground without being able to hold it. He shouted in a crying voice. "Doctor! Doctor!"
John sat on the table tremblingly, looking at the empty warehouse, but he felt uncomfortable inside. He was a thief, a liar, a stupid guy, illiterate, and now he was an even worse tyrant.
He stayed for a while, waited for the pain to ease, or got used to it, and then he was about to walk out slowly, but he heard the sound of bright footsteps, which was the sound of military boots. Sure enough, Lieutenant Colonel arrived first. Alan Beyer was worried Looking at his comrade-in-arms, or his only comrade-in-arms, he has almost the same value as his staff officer.
"John, why are you dueling with others?!"
Alan Bayer scolded him, opened his trousers, and used tonics and artificial skin to stabilize the bleeding. "The military doctor will be here soon, be prepared! I will ask him to use the most painful behavior to treat you!"
John lowered his head and did not answer. After a moment, his fiancée came over and looked at his lover worriedly.
And what happened in today’s duel was passed down through the mouth of the loser, and it was passed down to ten, and passed on from ten to a hundred...
The nobles still have some backbone, kindness and sense in their hearts. It is rare that they can realize what they have done and apologize to the planetary governor.
John didn't take it to heart. He always did what he could, just like his boss, and everything he did was just to let the lieutenant colonel better protect the world.
He didn't blame anyone. In the high-power position of Planetary Governor, he was gentle and unlike a noble. Maybe he was not a noble in the first place, and was always just a thief who admired the light.
He was sitting in the conference room as always, listening to the current plans of the senior leaders of the Astra Militarum. Alan Bair was taking pictures of strategic maps and shouting.
"In the south, it's still the same damn position. The greenskins and the Chaos traitors all have the same brain. We have already prepared trenches at the stronghold in front of Karu City. Don't ask where the sentry tower went... I blew that one up..."< br>
"Staff officer, prepare to transport ammunition to Chimera, as well as enough Dark Age weapons. Second lieutenant, remember to arrange early warning for Catachan, and the communication team to prepare equipment to ensure the peace of the machine soul."
"Now, within three hours, go to the defensive zone!"
After Alan Bayer finished speaking, the officers answered. "Yes, sir!"
After hearing this, John stood up involuntarily and followed the officers to the battlefield, but was held down by his boss's hand.
"Mr. Governor, what are you doing? Your mansion is in the west. Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease so soon?"
John stared blankly at the sky. "Ah...the weather is so nice today, haha, I want to go for a walk in the city."
Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "Waiting for my triumphant return, I will take you for a ride on the Chimera!"
Watching the Lieutenant Colonel leave, the Planetary Governor, the king here, sighed. Maybe this idea was wrong, but... I'm afraid he still wants to serve.
(Looking at the script...)
Um? …
It feels like something is wrong. Is this a script for a heroine?
(End of chapter)