Chapter 905 The Angry Black-Hearted King
“The news from Plaid was interrupted?”
The Lord of the Red Pirates, the Black-Hearted King Huron frowned.
At this moment, he and his warriors are heading towards an Imperial world on the edge of the Maelstrom Sector on his flagship, the Ghost of Destruction. This great flagship leads battleships, cruisers, escorts and frigates The terrifying fleet formed, like hungry wolves pounced on their prey.
Huron is the sole master of the entire fleet. At this moment, he is fully armed and majestic. He sits on the black iron throne like an all-powerful tyrant. There is a chain hanging on one of his shoulder armors, decorated with A small silver skull and the symbol of Chaos, a barbed wire arced behind his strong shoulders, anchoring an iron halo to his armored backpack.
The thick metal collar around his neck was forged into a shape similar to a breathing mask, with blasphemous epistles etched on it. At the same time, his legs were covered with seals and human skin paper, making the whole person look like a spliced thing.
In the eyes of outsiders, as long as Huron exists, a wave of enthusiasm will surge outward and ignite the entire space.
The tyrant's voice is full of dominance and passion, and every word symbolizes an irresistible command.
At the same time, several other tall figures stood behind Huron, each shining brightly against the backdrop of their respective armor. Despite the presence of the tyrant, they still managed to make their presence felt. In the huge council hall of the Doomwraith.
These people are all champions selected by Huron through the Skull Feast, and the most eye-catching among them is undoubtedly the winner of the Skull Feast, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, Honso.
Honso is a brutal giant wearing spiked power armor. His almost hairless head is covered with scars and biomechanics. His shoulder armor has the yellow and black stripes of the Iron Warriors logo, but on his chest is the red pirate logo, and the silver right The arms were exposed in the air, like metal.
Everyone who is familiar with Honso knows that that arm actually partially uses the active metal of the Necron.
When the war blacksmith stood in the crowd, his unruly aura overwhelmed almost everyone - except Huron.
Above the crowd was a huge domed roof with a smoking incense burner hanging on it. There was a huge display screen on the floor, which showed a star map of the area where the fleet was located.
“According to recent intelligence, the empire’s fleet has been fighting the Black Legion for some time.”
whispered the Doomwraith's Astropath.
“Lord Praid’s last message came from a month and a half ago.”
“Lord, Praid will be fine. He has a whole powerful fleet and should be able to See clearing anything that blocks his way, and he is also well aware of the consequences of failure."
Etase, the champion of Slaanesh, stepped forward and said with a flattering expression on his tattooed face:
"You have given Plaid the supreme honor, and success is destined."
"No."
Huron shook his head.
“I know Plaid. If I ask him to send back an astronomical signal every month, he will definitely carry it out. If he doesn’t do this, then there must be an accident.”
< br>"My lord, Plaid can decide his own destiny, we should only care about the progress of our own fleet."
Finally, Honso spoke, and when he spoke, the whole hall could feel to a tremor that seemed related to the snarling red-skinned creature on his belt.
"My intuition tells me that things are not that simple."
Huron said solemnly, focusing on the star map and the progress of the fleet.
“To be honest, I don’t want to use my hands on this matter. The situation does not allow me to have other options. Abaddon is not an easy guy to get along with, but Praid’s success or failure is very important to us. The influence is self-evident, Abaddon's tone is very different this time, he is carrying out a big plan, and we must participate in it to profit, understand? There is no such thing as a bargain in this world."
War leaders and champions. The silence showed that they seemed to be united in their opinions.
At this time, the silence was broken by the Huron wizard Garon Sulet, his voice like the hoarse voice of a poisonous snake, in a way very consistent with the power he possessed. "So how can we help Praid? We don't even know what happened to him."
“There are some new variables that you don’t know about, Sarpedon?”
At Huron’s call, Sarpedon’s figure was cast from the dome. Emerging from the shadows, he bowed before the Blackheart King.
The current Phantom Warriors may be the least respected warband among the Red Pirates, not only because they are still small, with less than three hundred people.
What's more, they just betrayed the empire, and their history has almost no glory.
More importantly, their leader is a highly mutated sorcerer, an unpopular type even among Chaos Space Marines.
Therefore, in such public occasions, Sarpedon usually chooses to hide in the shadows, not attracting the attention of others, and thus avoiding some meaningless ridicule.
But even so, many times, some cruel and disgraceful tasks would fall on them, but Sarpedon did not complain, he just endured.
Huron did not make things difficult for him, but he also did not think highly of him. He only regarded him as an insignificant one among the many war gang leaders.
But now, he summoned the other party himself.
"You brought me a piece of information a few days ago. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Please tell everyone about it now."
Huron said, he moved his fragmented body on the throne. , making the chains on his body jingle.
“As you command, my lord.”
Nodding, Sarpedon, who was dressed in black and purple armor, said in a deep voice:
“According to the troops we deployed in the Nessen galaxy, The spies reported that the fleet of the Astral Knights suddenly left their home planet a few months ago, with an unknown destination. We originally had hidden sentries on the planet, but unfortunately they were all cleared a year ago."
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"That's it?"
Hongsuo curled his lips and questioned:
"Do you know how far the Storm Star Territory is from the Extreme Star Territory? They were so full that they strolled there without any problems? And? How could they know that Praid had also gone? You couldn't have told him, right?"
"The Nessen galaxy is indeed very far away from the Pandora galaxy, but if there is a powerful navigator, it will cost. It is not impossible to arrive in a few months. As for the next two questions-"
Sarpedon answered humbly, and then looked at Huron.
"I guess my lord should be able to understand."
Hearing this, Huron cracked his knuckles angrily.
There is no doubt that he hopes that everything will go well. Praid's mission should be simple, but the form of the place is complicated, and Abaddon's purpose is not as pure as it seems.
This is also the reason why Huron chose not to enter the game.
No matter how simple something is, if it is involved in a complicated situation, a lot of mistakes will happen.
But if Plaid cannot complete his scheduled mission, the problems in the Pandora galaxy will be magnified, so that the entire plan to cooperate with the Black Legion will have countless problems.
"Soshiyang, Soshiyang again!"
With a gloomy face, Huron gritted his teeth and read out the name that he had cursed countless times.
(End of this chapter)