Iskandar Khayon is a Chaos Sorcerer, the Vigilant Lord of the Black Legion, the leader of the Kahar Shehan warband, the third man of Azerkerion, and a close associate of Abaddon. The Thousand Sons call him " "Black Khayon" - the Black Legion dubbed him the Kingbreaker for his crime of attacking his own Primarch, as he had forced the Thousand Sons Primarch Magnus to his knees.
"What does the Warmaster want us to do? Is this a worthy question?"
Khayon listened as his words dissolved into the silence that enveloped the throne room, and Huron's sunken, bright yellow eyes stared back at him.
At the foot of the throne and on both sides, the bodyguards wearing Terminators stood motionless. Only Kelkus stood beside his lord, and he was the only high-ranking Red Pirates commander present here.
In the queue belonging to the Black Legion below, "Prince of Masks" Telemanon was swinging behind Khayon. The black metal ring of the armor's skirt rustled against the floor. People could even hear the lips under his mask because of It makes a whirring sound out of boredom.
Telemanon Lyra is the Emperor's Son who defected to the Black Legion, and is one of the founding members of the Black Legion. He once served as the commander of the 51st Company of the Third Legion, and also joined the Lord's command during the Horus Heresy. Lord Eidolon's Honor Guard, responding to the Warmaster's order to assemble the rebels in Ullanor.
After the Heresy, he was the deputy commander of the warband formed by the Emperor's Sons Company. After the formation of the Black Legion, Telemanon remained loyal to Abaddon, becoming his lieutenant and legion envoy, and even more so during the Seventh Black Crusade. One of the important commanders, Telemanon also leads a large Chaos warband called the Screaming Masks, whose members are composed of Chaos Raptor Strike Forces.
One step behind the Masked Prince, Amulal, who was wearing black armor, remained motionless, breathing behind his horned helmet and making a low hissing sound.
A former Captain of the Sons of Horus, he is now one of Abaddon's assistants and often appears as the Warmaster's emissary.
The presence of three Abaddon's envoys at the same time can completely show the importance of the Chaos Warmaster.
Huron's silence continued, and everyone was trying to maintain their gaze amidst the oppression of the Black-Hearted King.
It has to be said that Kayon must admit that the rumors have a lot of truth. Huron now has a very obvious change compared to the last time he saw them.
His existence seems to have shrunk, not because of changes in size, but because his sense of existence has weakened. The cruel light in his eyes has been replaced by pure hatred. The flesh and blood on his bones has withered a little. The bright light attached to the back of his head makes Khayon's eyes clear. The eye cannot discern its origin.
The suit of armor endowed with powerful black magic was almost overwhelmed by pistons, metal struts and brushed plastic steel. Huron's head was embedded among a large number of cables and metal conduits, like a patient on an operating bed.
There is no doubt that the defeat hit him very hard.
The rumors should be true. The Red Pirates were defeated by enemies who were far outnumbered by them, and their majesty was shattered.
"I am not responsible for you, Kayon."
Huron finally spoke, his voice like steel grinding.
But the Lord of the Dusty Dead did not flinch, and his tone was even tougher than before.
"You answer to the Warmaster, and I am his messenger."
"So that's why Abaddon sent you here to ask me to guess a riddle?"
Kayon heard the edge in this sentence. He lowered his head, half in submission and half in recognition.
"The deal between Warmaster and you still exists. The gene seeds we ordered from you have been delayed for some time. Warmaster wants to know why?"
"Black Legion, don't go too far!"
Kelkuth yelled, pointing an armored finger at Khayon as if it were the barrel of a gun.
"Are you asking questions knowingly to humiliate us?"
"Our lord, the one who made the contract with you, has spoken and asked according to his will."
Khayon looked up at the bronze and ruby eyes on top of the black flagpole in his hand.
"I am his voice here and now."
Kelkus opened his mouth, but Huron moved his eyes, and the red pirate captain immediately fell silent.
"All the gene seeds, goods, and trade goods have been stolen by the empire. We need some time."
"That's not a reply."
Huron turned his head slowly, his gaze resting on the darkness in the corner of the throne room.
"The Maelstrom is an important base for the Empire, and many subspace channels start from it. This also means that if we ignore it, it will definitely be used by the enemy... I know Abaddon's What is the plan? The purpose of those black stone fortresses obtained from the Gothic sector may be hidden from others, but it can never be hidden from me. There are many routes to the throne world, but the victory of the future war Not by strength or numbers, but by who controls these gates to Terra."
Huron paused and turned his attention back to Khayon.
"If Abaddon still wants to continue to implement his grand plan, then don't test me again and again. We have indeed suffered a certain blow, but if he thinks that we will become weak and become If it can be manipulated, then he thinks it’s too simple.”
With that said, the curtain behind Huron's throne suddenly fell.
The members of the Black Legion's envoys all looked up, and the next second they let out low exclamations of amazement. Only Telemanon laughed.
On the towering barbed iron fence, more than a dozen broken bodies wearing red power armor were hanging. Some of them were dead, and some were still struggling slightly. All of them had lost at least two limbs. Tightly wrapped in barbed wire.
"These guys also had such thoughts. After breaking their oath of allegiance, I gave them the cruelest punishment."
Kayon met Huron's gaze, but felt shuddering, as if he was drowning in ice.
There is no doubt that they did underestimate the methods of this maelstrom hero. They did not expect that the other party would clean up the internal instability factors in such a short period of time.
Some of the people who were hung up even contacted Kayon and tried to get their help.
Kayon neither accepted nor refused, but expressed an ambiguous attitude.
If the Red Pirates really change owners, it will be a good thing for the Black Legion.
But now it seems that it is too early.
Complex thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. A second later, Khayon lowered his head and carefully ensured that the flag in his hand was still upright.
"The Warmaster did not intend this, King Blackheart."
He answered in polite terms, taking care that his tone conveyed alertness, respect, and strength at the same time.
"Warmaster, I still value our friendship with you."
Huron tilted his head slightly.
"friendship?"
The tyrant sneered, and although it was with disdain, everyone felt that the sense of oppression disappeared from their bodies.
"Honestly speaking, as far as I know of the deeds, everyone who is involved in Abaddon's friendship will probably not end well, and those who are his brothers will die horribly."
The other party's words made Kayon raise his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything - everyone knew that there were only a few people who were truly brothers with Abaddon, including him.
