Chapter 906 New Reinforcements
“My lord, I’m afraid it’s not yet certain that they are the Astral Knights. Their motives are still unknown. They traveled from such a distant place to an unfamiliar location to attack an army that was completely unaware of the situation. A fleet, normal people can't do it."
Garon Sulet has always been Huron's right-hand man and think tank. As soon as he opened his mouth, many champions started to clamor, thinking that Sarpedon was being alarmist and trying to win. opportunity to perform.
Sarpedon just smiled slightly and responded calmly:
“We will know the truth as soon as we see it.”
Garon Sulet's hazy eyes darkened slightly, and then nodded.
"Okay, it seems you have made some preparations."
Huron took Sarpedon and Garon Sulet to a small temple of the Ghost of Destruction, He sent the others away and let them perform their duties, regardless of their surprise and curiosity.
The Ghost of Destruction is a great and powerful flagship. They spent some time passing through the proving ground and ritual room. In the arena, rows of red pirates were honing their combat skills—— These are Huron's own soldiers, different from those stragglers.
Here, in every space, chaos is everywhere.
Scriptures were carved on the bulkheads and supporting ribs, and wet human skins and bones lay on the lampstands and supports. The entire ship was soaked in evil and fanaticism.
This ship was once called the Fearless Warrior, a ship dedicated to the Emperor, but now it is almost a temple and all the Emperor's statues have been smashed and driven out of the corridors .
Soon, the three of them arrived at a narrow and high room.
This is like a canyon of steel. Some inferior psykers called sacrificers live here. They are placed in glass bubbles inside the walls. Each bubble is composed of a huge The life support system provides oxygen and nutrients.
The wretches, huddled and naked, twitching from the force contained within their swollen, torn skulls, looked as if they were in a dream.
Because their eyes and mouths are closed, some people appear to have no facial features at all, and their bodies no longer need to breathe, eat, or experience the outside world.
While Huron was checking the vital signs on the screen in the center of the room, the pharmacists in charge around him bowed deeply to their master, while other servants knelt down silently before him.
"Get up, is everything ready?"
Huron directed this question to Sarpedon.
The former Soul Drinker Think Tank looked at the data on the screen, turned to his master and nodded.
"It's time to begin."
Sarpedon then ordered his subordinates to activate the programs connected to the sacrificial blisters. Huron, without further instructions, asked Sarpedon to execute his Task.
Soon, the sacrificers inside the wall began to move, as if this dream had turned into a nightmare.
Sarpedon appeared on the highest altar, raising four arms high - this was the second mutation that occurred to him two years ago.
"I have placed an eye in Prayed's fleet, and we will see what it sees."
As he exerted his power, a window of destiny opened to Huron.
For a moment, he left the Doomwraith and arrived on the Deathblade, but he could feel the panic throughout the ship.
He saw fire, men and women burning, thousands of people sacrificed on the altar of hope called Victory, they became ghosts in his mind, their penitent souls were twisted The souls greedily devoured it, then dispersed into atoms until only the remnants remained.
Death awaits the ship.
The certainty of this fact gradually calmed him down.
Soon
the vista changed, and Huron's thoughts passed beyond the Deathblade and into the churning abyss.
When a new scene appeared, a huge ship appeared faintly in the fog.
The ship is so huge, like an angry city, on its sides, thousands of cannon muzzles open like mouths, and glowing large-caliber laser arrays, and Spewing out like tongues from the flight deck of the deadly canoe.
And the golden eagle emblem on its bow was so dazzling that it even hurt Huron's soul. Then he saw the name of the ship, and its abominable symbol.
Eternal Loyalty!
It is terrifying, a monster cast of light gray and gold, yet its majestic beauty outweighs any aesthetic flaws.
Huron traveled further across the ocean and through false realities.
As his mind expanded, he could taste the waves of the ether, its endless cries and the coldness of the abyss even calling him to go deeper.
His sanity was stung, and panic surged toward him like a flood.
Huron knew the Warp wanted to tear his mind into pieces,
It showed him visions of destruction, Badab's hive burning and his warbands thrown Entered subspace.
In another scene, he kneels in front of a throne, where a gray figure stands arrogantly.
Having dealt with the power of chaos for a long time, he knows what these illusions are about. This is not only a hint of madness, but also something more sinister and aggressive.
The Black-Hearted King was a man of decisive mind. This illusion could not shake him. Huron sneered and formed his own image in his mind.
It glowed scarlet, and like following a searchlight to a safe harbor, Huron used himself to guide himself away from the clutches of the warp.
He finally came out and saw that Sarpedon had exhausted all his will and strength and collapsed on the floor, his cheek pressed against the metal, breathing hard.
“Hu——”
With a long sigh, Garon Sulet also walked out of the confused scene.
The wizard glanced at Huron, and then whispered:
"It's true, Plaid's fleet has probably been killed by the Astral Knights, and they have a powerful battleship that we don't know about. "
"Yes, they are finished"
Sarpedon got up from the ground and said with a smile, then looked up at the central display screen. He showed little emotion as the shocked numbers scrolled past the life signals of all the sacrificers.
Even looked thoughtful rather than triumphant.
"Are they still alive?"
Huron glanced at the crystal cabin, and the sacrificers inside were motionless.
"They are all dead. If the next Phantom succession is to take place, a new batch of psykers will be needed."
"What will be provided to you will always be available in the future."
Huron's answer was brief.
"But before that, you will be awarded a fleet, Sarpedon."
Sarpedon, who had already guessed this development, bent down and asked humbly:
"Where is the destination?"
"Go to the Pandora galaxy, teach the Astral Knights a lesson, and find a way to get Abaddon off. We must fulfill that damn promise, even if it happens Some changes. I know that you and Soshyan are old acquaintances, and you must know how to deal with him. Originally, I planned to let you burn down his lair, but since the Astral Knights dare to come out in full force, it means that I have already made preparations. Maybe the Suffering Alliance is standing there like a watchdog now, so I won’t waste any effort. I’ll solve the immediate trouble first, and I’ll have plenty of time to settle the accounts with him later.”
“ Understood, my lord.”
"If you can bring back the head of Soshyan's wild dog, I will give you an unimaginable reward."
When he said this, Huron's tone could not hide his anger at all. and murderous intent.
Sarpedon just nodded slightly and remained silent.
(End of this chapter)