Chapter 1605 Huron’s Philosophy of Survival
Deep in the maelstrom, on a red planet, stands a huge and deformed city, and the magnificent arena in the center of the city is bustling with people, because it The shape is like a skull with the skull removed, hence the name Pirate Arena - a common mantra of the Maelstrom pirates is to use the opponent's skull as a bowl.
But today the arena welcomed a distinguished guest, the ruler of the Red Pirates, the true master of the Maelstrom, the Black-Hearted King, Huron.
Generally speaking, the champions of the Red Pirates are selected from the Skull Feast, but apart from that, there is another way, which is the death challenge.
This challenge is mainly aimed at those Chaos Space Marines or Renegade Space Marines who have just arrived and want to gain high status and their own power. The challenge items are formulated by Huron himself.
This time, the challengers were two dark angels of unknown origin. Although their armors had almost no markings, Huron guessed that the two of them were members of the dark angels in the past, but whether they were from the first batch of rebellious fallen angels. It's not easy to say, because the fallen angels seem to still retain the ability to create new soldiers.
As for the loyalty of these mysterious former Dark Angel members, to be honest Huron doesn't care too much. He has taken in guys who are more mysterious than them, and in fact talked with strangers in the Maelstrom. Loyalty is a very luxurious thing. It is nothing more than an exchange of interests. I give you benefits, and you do me a few favors. This is the relationship.
Even if these challengers get rich rewards from Huron and leave, Huron won't say anything. It's not bad to make friends. After all, even the worst Chaos Star A warrior will also consider one or two things when facing a debt of gratitude.
Some people think that Huron is stupid and is often used for free, but Huron knows his abilities very well and understands where his limits are. This is why he does not have as strong a control as Abaddon. Due to desire, he does not expect to hold everything in his hands. It is like playing a dangerous game with the four gods. Balance is what he needs, although it is similar to dancing on an egg.
His philosophy of life is very simple, existence is everything, and everything is for existence.
This is why Huron escaped from the empire with a half-dead body and an equally dilapidated battle group, but decades later he was able to personally create a power that was enough to crush an entire sector.
Abaddon's military may be stronger than his, but Huron only took less than a century to build his own power, while Abaddon took ten thousand years to build what he is today. scale.
The previous legions were arrogant about their history and mocked the Red Corsairs as latecomers to their so-called Ten Thousand Years War, but where was their Primarch? Whose legacy are they clinging to?
“Let’s begin.”
Huron’s seemingly broken body sat on a huge throne, in a position that would not be directly looked at by any eyes. Bodyguards in Terminator armor and fangs formed a cordon around him.
After giving the instruction, Huron's hand gently brushed the scaly head of the pet next to the throne, and the subspace monster also purred comfortably.
Although he is the ruler of the Maelstrom, apart from his own pets, the only ones Huron can trust wholeheartedly are the former Starclaw warrior brothers around him.
Even though the limbs of many Terminators appear to have been mixed with flesh and metal due to the influence of the blasphemous warp energy, Huron demands efficiency and obedience, and he will not let his followers He is lost in the world, so he has been trying to keep these Terminator bodyguards away from too depraved witchcraft.
Many people have thought about using Chaos as their own tool, and most of them ended up reaping the consequences of their arrogance. Huron still maintains balance on the edge of the sharp blade, and does not surrender to any powerful force of destruction. Lean, but still benefit from their gifts.
He knew very well that he was a powerful trophy for any god. It was his cunning that kept him from being caught in any god's trap - at least for now.
Therefore, Huron would never allow himself to become overconfident and superstitious.
With the sound of a heavy drum, all the audience fell silent. They were all mutant mercenaries or pirates living in New Badab, as well as Chaos warbands.
Huron moved his body, and then picked up a filled goblet from the plate held by the servitor on the side. In the yellow sand of the arena, two unruly black figures walked out first. They were wearing ancient armor, one holding a big sword and the other holding a sword and shield.
Then, with a defiant roar, a hulking creature entered the arena leading a horde of profane mutants and Chaos Space Marines.
The leader of the beast is impressive. He is bigger than a Chaos Space Marine wearing a Terminator, with huge muscles, a bloated waist, hands like shovels, hooves like anvils, broken Space Marine armor and intricate Marks covered his furry body.
With every movement he made, the patterns on his body were changing. At the same time, his left hand was holding a black iron spear inlaid with a screaming coat of arms.
His name is Gonzalo Parker. He was once a member of the Word Bearers, and later became a possessed warrior. Due to various reasons, he finally left the original warband and defected with those who were willing to follow him. Huron, and became part of the schooner, and launched many plunders against the empire, causing several massacres.
However, today, they were appointed by Huron as the challenged party in the death challenge. This made Gonzalo quite angry, because in his eyes, this was what a bastard should do, not what he did. Strong.
So, he poured out his anger on the two strangers wearing black armor in front of him.
"Today's prayer has not been completed yet."
Gonzalo made a deep voice, and his eyes shone with a wisdom that was different from ordinary possessed warriors. This is also a special point of the Word Bearers Legion - among them There are many more enchanted warriors who can preserve their wisdom than other legions. :
"I have performed a divination, and the gods are willing to offer two sacrifices today."
"Those are your beast gods, not mine."
< br>The fallen angel holding the big sword made a contemptuous sound, and then raised his sword to signal.
"Come on, you lost dog of the 17th Legion, I can fight you one-on-one."
Gonzalo smiled, and there was a strange echo from his twisted throat.
"Why? You are dead. I never duel with the dead."
But the other party's response was equally sharp.
"Dead? That's not certain. I can kill all of you beasts by myself."
The possessed warrior's spear hit the ground, and then the mutants and several possessed warriors in his warband rushed forward with wild beast-like roars, their eyes full of violence and killing intent, and Gonzalo also showed his sharp sword. Fangs.
"Tear out the hearts of these two rats, I will eat half of them! Sacrifice half of them!"
The beasts immediately let out terrifying howls and swarmed forward.
(End of this chapter)