Chapter 449 Angry Huron
Screams enveloped the ‘Ghost of Destruction’ battle barge that was sailing along the tide of subspace. Thousands of people were nailed to the outside of the hull, hanging alive.
When the battleship passed from the cold physical universe into the warm embrace of the divine realm, they were still alive - to a certain extent.
Their death stretched infinitely into an eternal pain, and demons possessed their bodies in droves, following the battleships closely, sucking out the energy of humanity as their bodies and souls were shattered. Pain and sanity.
Viewed from the top, the spear-shaped hull of the 'Destruction Ghost' seems to be wrapped in a wriggling chitinous shell and rotten flesh. The red flames burn at a slow rhythm, accompanied by the tortured and miserable body. Screams and screams of satisfaction when the devil eats.
"Holy."
A whisper rang in the mind of Chaos Wizard Garon Sulet
"Truth."
The wizard nodded.
“Glory to the four eternal gods who encompass all things,”
He loudly continued the prayer that had not stopped since the 'Ghost of Destruction' broke through the physical universe and entered the sacred realm.
“Glory to the eightfold truth of eternity.”
He sat in the middle of a black glass floor, right in front of the tower’s large observation window.
Eight people with hidden faces were holding incense burners. Incense rose from the burners. Under the robes of each attendant was a pile of mutated and corrupted flesh.
These people hide their blessings and dedicate their sight and hearing to serve Garon Sulet.
Garon Sulet, a former member of the Word Bearers, killed dozens of his comrades in order to study black magic. He was eventually exiled by the Legion and became a notorious guy in the Eye of Terror.
For the mortals who can serve by his side, it is a blessing beyond imagination to receive both revelation and sacrifice.
To look directly into his face, or to hear his secret words, would be too much for the souls of the attendants to bear.
Further back is the only door to the secret room of the tower, with two hunched-over people standing next to it.
The red velvet cloak covered the whole body from head to toe and was dragged to the surrounding floor, and the two people remained motionless.
Candles made of human fat, blood and bones hung above their heads. Black emblems were carved on the candles, and candle tears dripped to the ground as the flames burned.
He wandered and thought, and he knew that the whispers ringing in his ears were true.
The wizard stood up from where he was sitting on the ground, without his robes and armor.
In his moments of meditation, Garon Sulet always chose to remember that he was made of flesh and blood, and when he stood up, his muscles quivered smoothly, from his neck to his toes.
The skin on his body is tattooed with brands from many extinct civilizations in the past thousands of years - both human and alien, and Garon Sulet can master any of them. language.
For a Chaos Sorcerer, knowledge is power is not just a myth, it is real.
He covered his face with his hands and blocked his eyes for a while.
"Soul."
He felt a call from the divine realm and received an answer.
The ethereal black smoke condensed around him, as blurry as water droplets and ink blurring on parchment.
Shadows with faces gathered and swirled in large numbers, screaming with silent pain, uttering cries and words of resentment, and his mind was filled with whispers. ,
"Who are you?"
"I don't want to die——"
The wailing of a poor man was ignored by Garon Sulet, and he continued to search. Answer.
“Who are you?”
"Oh, please have mercy -"
Another unlucky guy, ignore it.
“Who are you?”
“The unborn.”
“What did you say?”
"Your destruction——"
"Then shut up."
Garon Sulet ordered, and the shadow beside him stretched out its ghostly fingers——their touch passed On his skin, cold flames burned through the flesh.
"Your destruction is near."
The voice rang directly in his head.
"We remember."
"The dead remember."
Garon Sulet clenched his teeth, the pain in his body was like a supernova explosion, and his brain felt like nails were driven into it. Get in - there's nothing worse than being cursed by the Warp.
What’s more important is that he doesn’t know where this threat comes from.
Is it the poor little planet and small war group that they are about to destroy?
Unknowingly, a layer of armor formed on Garon Sulet's skin.
Soon, the ceramic armor plates, pauldrons and gauntlets gradually took shape as the shadow enveloped him, and circuits and fiber bundles interacted with his nervous system.
Finally, the crimson armor covered him entirely, except for his head.
"Dispel." The shadow faded and returned to the sacred realm, leaving only the echoes of hatred and resentment.
The curse he had been enduring had also disappeared from his body, so he bowed his head and thanked God for his blessing.
Finally, he turned around and came to the wall of the secret room. His helmet was placed on the top layer of the weapon rack, shaped into an angry roar on one side and a cold mockery on the other.
His weak comrades once called him "Two-Face."
Like his skin, a large number of symbols are printed on the copper-colored helmet, his eyes are like coals burning in a furnace, sharp silver teeth form a big mouth, and two glowing red teeth stick out from his forehead. Long horns of obsidian light.
Except for brief periods of solitary meditation, he wore it all the time.
Garon Surlet reached out and picked up the helmet, feeling the malice emanating from it and the taste of blood on his tongue.
Then he put the helmet on his head, and the internal barbs immediately pierced his cheeks, and the breathing tube was automatically connected to his armor.
As he breathed, the scent of incense filled the air, strange runes swirled in his eyes, and colors and lines that could not be seen by mortals appeared in the room.
“Coming.”
Garon Sulet said to himself, realizing something was approaching.
As the door that separated the tower sanctuary was opened, Garon Sulet turned and bent down, and the people wrapped in red robes knelt down one after another.
These red waiters could neither hear the door open nor see who came in, but the pressure of the visitor was enough to make them kneel on the ground.
‘Black-Hearted King’ Huron paused for a moment at the threshold, the huge claws on his left hand flashed with an unclean black light, and a scarlet armor full of cracks covered his body.
If it weren't for his expression, he would have looked like a failed warrior.
Although the gods gave him a new life, they also left the mark of his failure on him. This cracked armor was one of them, and it also became Huron's prison - the tyrant only Can survive in armor filled with dark energy, but will fall apart once left.
In the inhuman vision, Huron's existence is radiant. It is not the wild rage that envelopes the sons of Khorne, nor is it the primitive etheric power of the wizard of Tzeentch, nor is it the smoke of Nurgle. The stench is certainly not the sultry fragrance of Slaanesh.
That is a kind of primitive gushing power.
Other than this, Garon Sulet could not detect anything else.
"Ha, please forgive me for interrupting your ceremony."
"The ceremony is over, my lord."
Huron walked up to him and closed his eyes briefly.
“We have been sailing for a whole week, and we will arrive at the edge of the Nessen system in two days, where we will give that madman a lesson and remind the empire of our existence once again. . ”
In addition to half of the Red Pirates’ forces, two-thirds of the main fleet was dispatched this time, including more than a dozen capital ships and countless battlecruisers. small battleship.
Huron is determined to win this time.
Suddenly, the tyrant stopped talking and walked towards the observation porthole. The dizzying subspace light danced outside.
For a moment, Garon Surlet wondered what Huron saw in his eyes.
The sacred realm is a mirror to the soul. For everyone who dares to look at it, they see something different.
When Garon Sulet looked into the subspace, he saw only ghosts, and he had given up doubting this a long time ago.
"They must be vulnerable."
The wizard said slightly flatteringly.
"No."
Huron shook his head.
“I feel that things are not that simple. Although I am not a wizard like you, and I don’t understand prophecies or visions, subspace often confides some secrets to me. Although I will ignore most of them, but There are some. Things are not that simple."
When Huron turned to Garon Sulet, the dancing ghost was reflected in the wizard's eyes,
"Do you understand?"
Garon Surlet lowered his head, thinking a lot.
"Master, what can I do for you?"
Huron turned back, and Garon Sulet could feel the chill and heat intertwining on the other person's body, seeming to blend into the shadows. .
"The subspace is so calm, so calm that it scares me. I have a premonition that something is happening. We have to prepare in advance."
Speaking, the overlord of the maelstrom He actually sighed, which was an extremely rare gesture.
"Send a message to the Eyes of Hell to ask them to be on alert and move to subspace if necessary."
"Yes, Master."
At this moment, a soldier hurriedly walked away Come in and bring extremely bad news.
“Master, just now the astropaths of Nasir Votek’s fleet sent news that they ran into the fleet of the Astral Knights on the edge of the maelstrom! And it was the main fleet, and they destroyed Nasir "Watek and most of his men, only-"
Before he could finish his words, Huron's sharp claws dug heavily into his chest, and then threw him away.
"Soshiyan, I @￥##&@*!!!!!!"
A series of curses compiled in low Gothic echoed for a long time on the deck of the Destruction Ghost...
(End of this chapter)