Chapter 994 The Weakness of the Allied Forces
Garmo Zejie looked at the possessed warrior and noticed the two souls entangled in his body. This was very rare, because enchantment usually meant that one soul defeated the other.
Fakus glanced at Galmozejie with cold eyes, and then Tubek and his entourage behind him.
"He is the only one."
Farkus's thick voice was like two people speaking at the same time.
"Of course."
Galmo Zejie nodded and turned to look at Tubek.
"You guys wait outside."
As the door opened, the sound of metal collisions continued. The metal partitions peeled off layer by layer, and the blocked passage was opened.
After standing in silence for a while, Garmo Zejie walked in under the leadership of three people.
The light from the screen, full range of projections, and monitors makes this place not very dark. Row after row of machines, with data racks connected by servitors, formed a ring, surrounding a circular groove in the center.
Numbers and symbols scroll continuously on the screen or projection.
The Great Reaver, the leader of the Black Legion, Warmaster Abaddon stood in the middle, bathed in cold light, and four Chaos Lords in black armor stood around, like silent statues.
Abaddon ignored the approach of the outsider. His armor shone with a cold sheen, as if a layer of black metallic grease was swimming on the surface. His eyes were like light spots shining in the darkness, constantly observing the flow. data and a constantly changing battlefield situation map.
After bringing the people here, Igesemmo didn’t say anything, but silently stepped aside.
At this moment, Garmo Zejie was left standing.
"Warmaster, I am Garmo Zejie, the envoy of the Black Heart King, I salute you."
Although the other party ignored him at all, he was not angry either, he just said quietly Stand with your head slightly lowered, look at your nose with your eyes, and your nose with your heart.
About two minutes later, the big predator snorted and turned around.
"Tell me what Xiulun wants you to convey."
Like an old monk in trance, Garmo Zejie raised his head slightly and replied calmly:
"The Black Heart King said that he will try his best to create more trouble for the empire to coordinate your actions."< br>
Abaddon did not reply immediately, but moved the claws on his hand with an ambiguous attitude, making a slight clicking sound.
Then he waved his hand with contempt and said:
"I understand, now that I have finished speaking, you can leave."
But Garmo Zejie did not move.
"Warmaster, although I am new to this place, in my opinion, the situation of the battle may not be favorable."
As soon as he spoke, a sneer came from not far away.
"A country bumpkin who doesn't know where he comes from actually dares to talk here. Make no mistake, we are not the rabble of the Red Pirates!"
The speaker was Lord Della of the Sons of Cruelty. M. Korda, when he sneered, most of the other lords of the Black Legion responded with low laughter.
However, Garmo Zejie remained calm-faced, and Abaddon didn't show any expression. At least he looked at the Red Pirate envoy in front of him with interest.
His attitude already indicated something, so Garmo Zejie continued:
“Although our army still has a certain numerical advantage, the empire may increase its troops in the future. The nature of the enemy is very strong, and the disadvantage will only increase if the battle lasts for a long time. In addition, part of Erquessos is besieged. The enemy commander, or Soshyan's idea is very simple, forcing our army to fight with him at the most unfavorable time. Fighting in the wild can maximize the use of their orbital advantage, and our army will lose its geographical advantage. However, if we do not save it, the destruction of one part of Erquessus will also seriously damage the morale of our army."
Abaddon. A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Then tell me, should I save him or not?"
"It should be saved. Our army is like a trapped beast now. If we don't save it, the soldiers may lose the courage to fight the trapped beast and their will to fight will also be shaken."
"These words are what Xiulun told you. Say?"
"No, my personal will."
"Oh?"
Until then, Abaddon looked at him.
The two people's eyes met. For a moment, Garmo Zejie had to do his best to suppress himself from trying to escape, but his instinct screamed at him of danger - the Warmaster's eyes were like dead stars, cold and dead. , full of destruction.
Then Abaddon withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and played with the sharp claws in his hands.
"I've heard stories about you and your men, Soul Drinker. Well, you seem to be familiar with that Soshyan Alexei?"
"Talk No."
Although his expression was calm, Galmo Zejie held his hand tightly when he said these words.
Of course, all this cannot escape Abaddon's sight.
“He is just the person I want to kill the most.”
“So you took the initiative to petition Xiulun for this mission?”
“Yes.”
Abaddon looked at him for a while, then suddenly let out a burst of hearty laughter, which shook the entire underground space.
"Okay, I like hatred, and I like souls that contain hatred even more! Because hatred can give people great power. So Sarboton, tell me what you think."
Received Abaddon's appreciation, Garmo Zejie showed moderate joy, and then said in a deep voice:
“War Commander, Soshyan’s previous arrangement to save the planet’s residents was obviously a trap, a smoke bomb to attract our troops’ front. To harass, the ultimate goal is to trick some unbearable lords into taking the bait. Now his goal has been achieved, but the planet residents who were rescued by him did not evacuate the planet and are still on the planet's surface. This is worth pondering. "
Galmo Zejie said, raising his hand and pointing at the strategic map.
"Those refugees are in the camp in the Red Sand Mountains. What does this mean? In the past, the empire treated those residents who came into contact with the subspace. I believe you all know it, and this time the Gray Knights also participated in the war. They The war commander must also know what his style is, so do these refugees not want to evacuate the planet, or are they unable to evacuate the planet? "
Abaddon looked back at the map, his expression gradually turning into a frown in thought.
“What does this have to do with the war situation?”
Dram Korda’s voice was still contemptuous.
“Of course, the Warmaster should have heard about the turmoil of the first Battle of Armageddon. When it comes to the treatment of refugees, it is difficult for most Astartes chapters to agree with the Inquisition. Concept, so it is easy for the two sides to break out into conflicts, and those refugees are the powder keg that detonated the Gray Knights and several chapters. I guess the refugees are still on the planet and have not been evacuated. It should be the Inquisition that is exerting pressure, but the Astartes The battle group is still there, and they can't take action, so they can only settle on the planet and wait for the post-war cleanup."
"You are all——"
"Don't interrupt, Sarboldon, be specific."
Abaddon interrupted the Lord of the Sons of Cruelty and looked at Garmozej with a serious expression.
Garmo Zejie smiled slightly and said softly:
“We might as well take advantage of this————”
(End of this chapter)