Chapter 1942 Retreating Each Other
Accompanied by these whispers, there is also a feeling from the body. The place where Huron's flesh contacts the armor is a permanent wound. What's worse, although the limbs in question have already Disappeared and completely replaced by prosthetics, but phantom pains still plagued him.
A few will crumble under the never-ending pain, or will seek increasingly desperate bargains to ease it, Huron is well aware that some of Nurgle's devotees feel no pain, Slaanesh's Those who see this as a form of ecstasy and use it to propel themselves to new heights, followers of Khorne will draw power from it in the form of rage, while followers of Tzeentch will be able to alter their bodies in such a way that the pain is completely eliminated .
The emergence of these feelings is a temptation or a trap, implying that all he has to do is to perform a certain correct ritual, or it is simply an idea of self-abandonment...
However, Huron is not a puppet of the gods, he will not let his pain and failure drive him to make a deal that he regrets, so even if the warp tries to torture him like this, he will keep it because it is a part of him, Even though those past memories always haunt his mind like ghosts, he will continue to accept them and examine them, even if it brings pain to his soul.
But without them, he might forget who he is.
[Why are you so resistant, Huron? Why limit yourself? 】
The whisper disappeared and turned into a deeper and darker echo, and only he could hear it.
【Don’t you want to take back your victory? 】
Huron’s eyes remained as usual. He waved his hand and said to the correspondent:
"Tell all the captains that this battle is over. When we leave Angstrom, the Imperials will not have the strength to pursue us. We will launch a new attack in a new direction."
This statement As they emerged, murmurs of uneasiness and doubt began to spread in the darkness of the bridge, and the Chaos Lords of various shapes whispered to each other.
Huron's pet Hamadria began to chatter at his feet and softly warned him. He was already clearly aware of the danger. No one had dared to challenge his authority in the past, and he did not believe that they had. That courage.
But now? What about when they think he's had a huge failure?
There is no doubt that they lack reasons for loyalty, and even now some of them are beginning to plan to gain as much power and influence as possible through trickery, bribery and simple killing, they may not have much in a short time performance, but the seeds of ambition are destined to take root once they sprout.
Huron warned himself deep in his heart that after this battle, he would be like walking in a viper's den and must be careful every step of the way.
He has been walking on thin ice for hundreds of years in his life, and he will not fail like this.
【I can help you, otherwise you will fail. 】
The voice in his head became the strong voice he used to have when he was still loyal to the Empire, even with the sense of justice that he hated.
The same rhetoric, the same temptation, the same threats have been staged countless times after he left the empire.
There are not many options for the power of Chaos to be used to corrupt the Space Marines, as the Space Marines want less. Huron has no carnal desires, no love for pleasure, and no great desire for material wealth. All he needs is the size of his army. , strong strongholds and huge fleets.
The only thing Huron longed for, the only thing he longed for - was power.
That was the only bait that could lure him, and that was how the Warp set the hook again and again.
【You are becoming weak, your subordinates will slip away from you, they will betray openly, but I can make you stronger. 】
Huron sneered, this was his first response.
[To put it nicely, can you subspace detritus deal with Soshyan? If it is true, why are the servants of the gods beaten to pieces by him every time? Don’t think I don’t know that he has means to fight against subspace, which you cannot deal with at all]
The voice was silent Go down, it took a while before it started ringing.
[This is an exception, that is the game of the gods——][Okay, if you can’t do it, just say so. Even the devil is such a bitch, how can you have the face to talk to me about power? Fortunately, I never trusted you, otherwise it would have been like this! 】
The voice quieted down. Huron was not sure what he was looking for this time. Generally speaking, it was some useless demons trying to fish in troubled waters, but Huron naturally did not So stupid, if he really wants to make a deal, it will be with the four people at the top, not these small fish and shrimps.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party does have some strength. Not all the four gods in the subspace are slaves. As far as Huron knows, there are still some unique individuals, but they are not on his cooperation list for the time being.
As for whether there will be enmity, it's hard to say. Generally speaking, once subspace creatures can't bewitch you or destroy you, they won't have the patience to deal with mortals.
Perhaps it marked him in some sense, and perhaps, when his soul was finally sacrificed to the Warp, the being would seek out a piece of it to exact its own petty revenge.
But that was not worth worrying about. Huron had long accepted the price he might have to pay in the future.
“King of Black Heart, are you retreating like this?”
A voice made Huron turn his head, and he shook his head when he realized it was his champion Kata Garrix.
“There is no point in fighting anymore. Our goal is not to bleed dry in Angstrom. If Soshyan can have one supporting army, there may be a second one. We cannot fight on the battlefield decided by the enemy. In the decisive battle, Hongsuo of Badab is still holding on. Let’s retreat and rest for a while, then we can try to open up the situation in other directions and let Soshyan be proud for a while.”
As he said that, Huron thought. After reading some information provided by his intelligence officer, a smile appeared on his lips.
“There will be a lot of trouble after Soshyan.”
“The King of Black Hearts!”
Suddenly, an attendant hurried over, holding a data tablet in his hand.
"Urgent information from Judah."
Huron frowned and took the data pad. As soon as he glanced at it, he shook it and held it against his chest.
"The Black-Hearted King!?"
Pushing the attendant away, Huron was so angry that he almost vomited blood and smashed the data tablet to the ground.
"Bastards! Those bastards of the Night Lords!!!!"
While Huron hurriedly gathered the fleet to stop losses, Soshyan also issued an order to stop the battle.
The Blessed Barrier has been severely damaged by invasion, and now has basically lost its mobility and combat capabilities. The Scar of Victory is not only a star fortress, but also a temporary home for several ship-based battle groups in the Tribulation Alliance. Their precious gene seeds were still stored inside. As the temporary leader of the alliance, Soshyan could not risk other people's wealth, and the empire's fleet did not form an overwhelming advantage in the battle with the red pirates.
Unless Huron himself stands in front of Soshyan now, the outcome is still unknown.
He has gained enough today. He is not an insatiable person. Originally, the overall goal of Angstrom's battle was to consume Huron's active strength, drag its main force here, and hold this key point. In the Forging World, he did not expect to annihilate Huron in one fell swoop here, let alone sacrifice the lives of more soldiers for this possibility.
A few months have passed, and these goals have basically been achieved. Pushing the envelope can sometimes be counterproductive.
(End of this chapter)