While Soshyan was mobilizing for war, the transport ship that had previously carried six scouts had returned to the airport in Hell Iris. However, when Huron sent people to greet them, they found that there was no living person on the transport ship, only muttering to himself. servitor.
Finally, the Chaos Star Knights found the captain and officers on the bridge, but they had all been skinned and nailed to the bulkhead, forming a double-headed eagle.
And below them, there is a line of words written in blood.
[Traitors will eventually die in disgrace]
"What does that mean?"
Looking at this tragic scene, Huron burst into laughter.
"It means..."
And his deputy, the wizard lord Garon Sulet who was born among the Word Bearers, spoke up and took the data pad that the warriors had found earlier, thinking about it.
"It means something malicious."
Huron looked through the large soft crystal porthole of the transport ship at the planet below that was ravaged by the wind of subspace, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"The style of this Astral Knight...is not at all like the empire's battle group, but closer to those bastards of the Eighth Legion."
"But depending on the situation, Faith Freddy and the others should have been eliminated or captured."
"It's not surprising."
Huron walked up to the eagle emblem made of corpses and looked at it with admiration.
"Even starting with this kind of mistake or unexpected move, now it's getting to the point where it's completely inexcusable, but I wouldn't waste too much energy on them, it's not worth it."
Huron then summoned the communications officer with a gesture.
"Issue a hunting order to hunt down all ships departing from the Naisen system."
"What about our goal?"
Garon Surlet asked.
"This action is enough to show that the Vicious Divine Power and Golia must be in their hands, otherwise they would never do such a provocative move... But now that they have done it, things will not be so It’s easy to end, I want them and their planet to perish in wailing, I want them to be cursed by their own people, cursing them for bringing misfortune, and I won’t give them a chance to ambush in secret and bite me back.”
Huron showed a cruel smile, and his huge metal claws slowly scratched the line of text on the bulkhead.
"Want to provoke me? Want to plan an ambush that only a fool would fall for? I am not a greenskin from the planet Ferlon."
"So, it's just a personal grudge?"
The wizard smiled unabashedly.
"Of course...I will kill him, and I will torture him with my own hands, slowly."
At this time, a heretic Mechanicus priest who was inspecting the bridge console suddenly made a surprised sound.
"Holographic projections, signals coming from far away...how is this possible?"
Huron frowned, walked past him, and walked towards the holographic projection platform.
"Put it on."
When Huron stepped onto the holographic projection platform, a burst of light immediately bent and surged in front of him. Many images formed and disappeared, reappeared and faded, like spots on a film.
Then, a figure suddenly appeared there, life-size, facing Huron.
He was wearing silver-gray power armor, his face was covered by a helmet, and other shapes were crowded around him. They were a bunch of incomplete shadows, and it was impossible to distinguish any details.
"Good morning, Chapter Master Huron, Guardians of the Maelstrom."
The smile in the voice was obvious, and his words easily aroused Huron's anger.
"Ah, this should be the Soshyan Chapter Commander, right? Good morning, I just decided to disembowel you."
Even with the anger burning in his chest, Huron still had a smile on his face, and even his tone of reply was particularly soft.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you've lost your temper. The great, honorable, and loyal Chapter Master Truff Huron is angry. It's really scary."
The other party's frivolous tone once again made Huron suspicious. This was not like an imperial chapter leader at all.
On the contrary, it is more like some Chaos Space Marines, such as the Eighth Legion that Huron hates most.
"You are not Soshyan. I don't know who you are, but your tone disgusts me, so I will open your chest, skin you, and chop your head off."
"This threat really makes me tremble all over. If only you had the courage to say this to the Minotaur Chapter and the man-eating sharks in Barbuda. Maybe they would be afraid."
"You keep trying to piss me off."
Huron's voice was almost a whisper.
"What are you thinking? What are you going to do? Let me guess? There are only more than twenty wretches left in your war group. You stole things you shouldn't have stolen. You were discovered by the owner, just like a thief. , shivering in the dilapidated house."
"This is not called stealing, this is called robbing. It is a way for the strong to dominate the weak, what do you think?"
"Your words are as ridiculous as your power."
"As ridiculous as you think you can do anything?"
"We have nothing to argue about, you maggot."
Huron planned to end this meaningless scolding war, because the technical sage could not trace the source of the other party's signal at all, and his own mouth did not seem to be as powerful as the other party's.
"I just want you to know that I'm going to rip your hearts out, I'm going to put your heads on spears, I'm going to crush your planet to pieces."
The man in the shadow raised his head slightly, and even through his helmet, Huron could feel that the man seemed to be smiling.
"Then come and we will treat you well, just like we treat the wild dogs you send."
At this time, the afterimages behind the opponent became clear.
They were six figures who were crucified. They were almost mutilated to the point of being inhuman shape. There was not a single piece of intact skin on their bodies. Some of them even had their eyes and ears cut off. And the worst one, He is also Huron's right-hand subordinate.
In the picture, Faith Freddy's limbs were chopped off, his eyes and mouth were sewn shut, and a metal Sky Eagle emblem was nailed into his chest.
Huron unconsciously took a step toward the holographic shadow, as if he wanted to knock it to the ground or break its neck.
"Astral Knights, you have made a serious mistake."
"Oh, is it so?"
The group of light and shadow hissed.
"When you join them, it won't be a mistake."
"Do you think I care about them? No! I never care about losers! You can deal with them as you wish. This is my punishment for them, but remember, your end will only be worse than theirs!"
As he spoke, he tore the imaging device apart with one claw.
The picture blurred for a while and then disappeared, leaving only the other party's maniacal laughter echoing in the bridge.
No one spoke, and no one dared to provoke Huron at this time.
After more than ten minutes, Huron's violently heaving chest slowly calmed down.
"Master, these false emperor's lackeys must want to provoke you and make you attack recklessly. Maybe there will be an ambush somewhere -"
"That won't be the case."
Huron shook his head and interrupted the wizard.
"It can't be like that... It's so obvious, so obvious that even a child can see it. They're not trying to piss me off."
Looking at the eagle emblem on the wall again, Huron smiled ferociously.
"Faced with an enemy that is countless times more powerful than them, they want to anger the other party again and again. Is this kind of suicidal behavior really what they want? Maybe I thought so before, but now I I don’t think so, it’s only been a week since the transport ship set off, and it’s impossible for the empire to assemble a fleet sufficient to fight us in such a short period of time.”
"Master, what do you mean..."
"They want me to be as simple-minded as you, to be frightened by imaginary ambushes, to become cautious, to be cautious, to gain more time to survive."
"It's...certainly possible."
"True and false, false and true, they want to delay time, they think they are smart?"
Huron grinned.
"Then they have to be well prepared to 'receive' us."
