Chapter 1149: Not willing to give in to chess
"Legion 11"
Tubek lowered his head and thought for a moment.
“Why was it erased in the first place?”
“The Lord said it was because of the use of alien technology.”
“That’s it?”
“Don’t you think Soshyan’s anti-subspace power is weird?”
“When you say that, it’s true that even the untouchables It shouldn’t be like that.”
A cold smile appeared on Galmo Zejie’s face.
“Believe me, there are many secrets to be found in them.”
"In this case, why don't we just take this matter to the empire? Aren't their tribunals very nosy?"
"It's useless."
Gal Moser Jay shook his head.
"Do you remember those black-armored men who suddenly appeared?"
"Well, those people? What happened?"
"His Holiness said that he accidentally discovered many years ago that there seemed to be a shadow agency or organization within the empire. It has been controlling the process of history behind the scenes, and the most obvious method is to influence the Tribunal and the Assassin's Court. So did the Venerable During the investigation of that organization, he was attacked and entered the Dreadnought Mecha to save his life, and began to write a Q&A on joining the army."
"And this."
Tubek Wrinkle. He frowned.
“For so many years, I actually knew nothing about it——”
“They are hidden very, very deeply. It is estimated that only the Primarchs and a few people may know a little bit about it.”
"So you mean they will cover up the Eleventh Legion?"
"Why did Soshiyan appear here and they also appear here? Hum, it can't be a coincidence, can it? So I bet , there will be no response to leaking these things to the empire."
"It seems that the water here is really deep."
Tubek sighed.
“Friend, do you really want to take a trip through this muddy water?”
Garmo Zejie shook his head.
“Ever since I learned that I am a descendant of the Second Legion, it is no longer up to me to decide whether to wade into the muddy waters. I have already been in this huge chess game, and all I can do is Let yourself change from a chess piece to a chess player.”
“Chess piece, chess player”
Muttering these two words repeatedly, Tubek involuntarily clenched his gloves.
“Yes, yes, we must not make chess pieces anymore.”
Then, he looked at Garmo Zejie.
"Friend, what are you going to do next?"
"Change the court, join the Black Legion, and find a way to get the Snow Lotus Blade back from the White Temple. Although the Legion's flagship has already It sank, but the original body still left some legacy at the edge of the galaxy. We will also retrieve those things later to strengthen our power." As he said that, he turned and looked out the viewing window, where the huge hull of the Spirit of Vengeance was slowing down. Floating slowly.
“One day, the gods will also bow to us!”
Tubek smiled slightly.
"Abaddon is going to meet with his brother-in-arms, the war blacksmith Babon Falk, in an Eldar tomb later. This man is Honso's old superior. Do you want to go and see it?"
Gal Mozejie turned around and nodded.
"Of course."
Soon, the fleet arrived at a small world drifting in the subspace. Such small worlds are very common in the etheric realm. Most of them were feared when the Eldar fell in the past. The fragments of the world scattered from the Eye - during the birth of the new god, it was disemboweled, the bones were knocked and the marrow was sucked out, the life it carried was swept away, and it was trapped in the clutches of the warp forever.
From a distance, this small world looks like a black ball dotted with steel like silver veins, with a ghostly pale light shining on its surface.
It once held sea forests and land, but it evaporated many years ago, leaving only the bony earth open to the void, with broken arches and the occasional remains of damaged wraithbone domes visible , these alien materials did not emit the common spiritual whisper that was enough to stimulate perception. Even the demons left it, every trace of nutrients it contained was sucked dry, everything was cold and desolate, and everything was silent.
Its cloudless sky is a blaze of crazy color, revealing the bulk of the Warp like a string of jewels suspended in eternal darkness.
Unnatural strange winds blew across the empty plains, swirling around the outer edges of the crystal rock towers. Strange lights shone in hidden corners, reflecting on the mirror-smooth canyon below.
Those winds were the only sounds in the entire world, overlapping dying whispers repeated for centuries.
But the eternal silence was broken, and ancient dust was raised, brushing against the cracked rock slabs.
Dozens of warships obscured the ether and stopped in the thick smoke column.
More than a dozen gunboats descended to the ground, their flanks in shining black and gold, all decorated with the Eye of Horus.
The gunboats spread out in all directions on the plain, forming a circular cordon around the center. This area was surrounded by rows of towering stalagmites.
Where they landed, the elite terminators of the Dutch Black Legion appeared one after another, all wearing ceremonial cloaks and carrying heavy power spears.
As the cordon closed, a Stormbird landed in the center.
At the landing site surrounded by steam, twisted and armored possessed warriors stepped out - messengers of despair, these most terrifying fighters, advancing with an arrogance visible to the naked eye, which is a habit The confident pace of dominance is like arrogant warlords rampaging across the land they rule.
These sane enchanted warriors always like to customize their armor. Their bodies are covered with ancient totems. Bones stained with dried blood are hung on iron chains on their wrists, making a clashing sound. Their shoulder armors are shiny. There are iron thorns around the eyes, and the peeling ceramics are daubed with blasphemous runes symbolizing power.
Once in place, the Messengers of Despair began to wait quietly, paying a rare tribute.
Afterwards, bystanders like Garmozej were eligible to land, but they had to stand outside the stone circle - this was a formal diplomatic occasion, so Abaddon allowed his allies to watch, Even Kranon was there.
After a while, more landers landed.
They wore black gunmetal-colored armor, made from older craftsmanship, with exposed cables and exposed reinforced armor plates.
Garmo Zejie knew the story of these marks well - they were added by the first Tech-Priests to test power armor, and the wearers kept these marks to remind all who saw them that this It is equipment made for war, not for showing off and display, just as cruel and practical as the people inside.
The Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors, walked out from the landing ramp of the Stormbird with a clanging sound, and then lumbered into position. On the bone-white ground, the two sides stood opposite each other.
The two forces maintained a distance of thirty meters and remained motionless.
But the silence only lasted ten seconds before it was broken.
(End of this chapter)