Chapter 508 The brewing storm
“The Black Heart King’s words are both true and false. The Soshiyang of the Astral Knight is definitely not that simple.”
Kayon didn’t bother to open his eyes to see. Amural, the servitors were removing his armor piece by piece, grunting in robotic voices as they moved around him.
They don't like to be close to him, Khayon can tell.
Whenever he comes near, they move like restrained animals.
He couldn't blame them, because he himself didn't like the strong smell of the warp on his body, which came from his pet, a warp demon lynx, Nagua.
Now it is huddled in the corner, licking her paws.
The room is large, with a floor of polished chalk, walls of brushed metal, and light coming from spheres suspended in copper cages.
Red fabric softens the hard lines of the walls, covering straight-backed chairs, and some statues of unknown significance stand at the back of the room, each with a straightforward style in appearance.
Of the warship life that Khayon has experienced, this can be said to be quite luxurious.
Khayon felt the cool air of the chamber against his skin as the servitors removed the armor from his torso.
His armor is light blue and black, with Prospero symbols made of flat gold wire intertwined on the surface of the plate. A bright crown stretches on the front of the breastplate, with a colorful crown. Surrounding the top of his helmet, this is the standard Thousand Sons helmet.
A bolt pistol and a short sword hang from his waist, their handles decorated with mirrored coins.
Under his carapace, black tattoos and strange symbols criss-crossed the surface of his muscles in the form of geometric lines. This was the mark left on his body by the infamous "Scarlet Letter" spell. Almost every The Thousand Sons Wizards have them.
His amber skin clearly shows his identity as the son of Prospero. The crescent-shaped Eyes of Magnus spread on his neck and shoulders, and a full moon is hidden in the muscles. between clusters.
This last mark revealed his identity as the leader of the warband of Khahar Shehan, a group of wizards sworn to serve Abaddon.
Many small scars ran across his arms, back and chest, cutting his skin like hair-like lines.
These are the marks left by wild wolves on his body.
Kayon stretched his shoulders, his muscles rippled on his skin.
"You disagree with my analysis?"
A tingling pain in his skin told Khayon that Telemanon was staring directly at him.
"Huron lied about this war."
The Masked Prince grinned.
"His reasons and motivations are his own business, and our purposes override truth and falsehood."
Amulal nodded.
"I have blocked out all possible eavesdropping eyes and ears, and we can speak openly and honestly."
"I am speaking openly, brother, and Huron tells the truth, at least. Part of it is that he has exhausted all his options when facing the Astral Knights, or is close to his trump card. An enemy that cannot even defeat the demon army of Khorne should not be an unknown little chapter leader."
"If everything was as it seemed, there would be no need for us to come."
The last part of the armor was removed, and Khayon felt a blouse The fibers slid across his neck.
"But I still regret taking this job. It's very risky."
A sudden scratch made the two of them turn around.
Telemanon was moving, each step like a slight movement between complete stillness.
A silver mask completely covered his head. The symbols engraved on the metal were incomprehensible to most people. Even mortals would feel extremely painful just by looking at it. A mask similar to a lock The device secures the mask to the back of his head.
Then, a pair of hands emerged from Telemanon's gauntlets. Their fingers were withered and twisted, as if they had been broken and then healed without being reset.
His right hand is holding a silver-edged wax plate, and there is a long metal spike on the index finger of his left hand.
After a moment of pause, he poked the spike toward the wax plate, tilted his head back, and moved his hands like puppets on strings.
[This place has been bugged]
The chiseled letters clearly appeared on the wax tablet, Khayon stopped, and the room fell into complete stillness again.
Amulal first stared at the Masked Prince, and then at the words on the wax tablets.
"Over there?"
Telemanon's hand twitched and came to life again, scratching words on the wax tablet. [The servitor on Khayon's left hand]
Amural opened his mouth, and a question formed on the tip of his tongue.
Kayon turned his head suddenly, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and pressed them on the servitor's forehead.
Three seconds later, the servitor shrank back, as if awakened from a dream by a sudden noise, and its arms began to tremble.
"A mark, which was placed probably a day ago."
After saying that, Khayon retracted his finger, and the servitor returned to its motionless state.
"It seems that there is a pretty good wizard in Huron."
Telemanon let out a low laugh, but to his surprise, Khayon shook his head .
"It's not Huron, it's another person. The mark he left was not to eavesdrop on us. He wanted to meet us."
"Meet?"
Amulal was surprised Asked:
"Another ambitious person who overestimates his capabilities? Haven't Huron's bloody methods taught them to behave?"
"No."
Kayon said, closing his eyes slightly, recalling the remaining information of that mark.
"He wants to talk to us about the Astral Knights."
"Oh, interesting."
The Masked Prince is obviously very interested in this matter .
“Who is he?”
"The other party didn't leave a name, they just called themselves Phantom Warrior."
"You've never heard of this name, and you decided to meet them?"
"Yes."
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Kayon nodded.
"In just two days, let's see what this phantom warrior can tell us."
On the Huron side, after sending away the envoys of the Black Legion, Huron began to prepare for another important matter.
"How are the preparations for skull harvesting?"
Hearing the voice coming from the shadow of the throne, Kelkus quickly lowered his head and answered.
“We are basically ready, and various candidates have arrived in New Badab one after another, but there are a few people inside who are restless.”
“As long as they don’t go too far, just ignore them. .”
"Yes, Lord."
After answering, Kelkus seemed to have thought of something and bent down again.
“My Lord, there is an unexpected factor.”
“What is it.”
“In addition to the candidates on the original list, there is a new one. He also wants to participate in the skull harvesting, and I’m not sure whether to let that person go.”
"What's his name?"
"The man's name is Honso, from the Iron Warriors, but I heard that their legion didn't accept him and called him a bastard."
" Ha, Honso, I have heard of this man.”
The tyrant gave a harsh laugh.
“Let him participate, maybe he will bring us some surprises.”
"Yes, I will do it now."
(End of this chapter)