"The news from Plaid was interrupted?"
The Lord of the Red Pirates, the Black-Hearted King Huron frowned.
At this moment, he and his warriors were riding his flagship, the Ghost of Destruction, heading towards an Imperial world on the edge of the Maelstrom Sector. This great flagship led a terrifying fleet of battleships, cruisers, escorts and frigates, like The hungry wolves pounce on their prey.
Huron is the sole master of the entire fleet. At this moment, he is fully armed and majestic. He sits on the black iron throne like an all-powerful tyrant. There is a chain hanging on one of his shoulder plates, decorated with a small silver skull. and the symbol of Chaos, a barbed wire arcing behind his strong shoulders, anchoring an iron halo to his armored backpack.
The thick metal collar around his neck was forged into a shape similar to a breathing mask, with blasphemous epistles etched on it. At the same time, his legs were covered with seals and human skin paper, making the whole person look like a spliced thing.
In the eyes of outsiders, as long as Huron exists, a wave of enthusiasm will surge outward and ignite the entire space.
The tyrant's voice was full of dominance and passion, and every word symbolized an irresistible command.
At the same time, there were several other tall figures standing behind Huron, each of them shining brightly against the background of their respective armor. Despite the presence of the Tyrant, they still managed to make their presence visible in the huge body of the Destruction Ghost. Parliament Hall.
These people are all champions selected by Huron through the Skull Feast, and the most eye-catching among them is undoubtedly the winner of the Skull Feast, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, Thorhon.
Thorhon is a brutal giant wearing spiked power armor. His almost hairless head is covered with scars and biomechanics. His shoulder armor has the yellow and black stripes of the Iron Warriors logo, but on his chest is the red pirate logo, and the silver right The arms were exposed in the air, like metal.
Anyone familiar with Sohon knows that the arm is actually partially made of Necron reactive metal.
When the war blacksmith stood in the crowd, his unruly aura overwhelmed almost everyone - except Huron.
Above the crowd was a huge domed roof with smoking incense burners hung on it, and a huge display screen on the floor showing a star map of the area where the fleet was located.
"According to recent intelligence, the empire's fleet has been fighting the Black Legion for some time."
whispered the Doomwraith's Astropath.
"Sir Prayed's last message came from a month and a half ago."
"Lord, Prayed will be fine. He has an entire powerful fleet and should be able to clear out anything that blocks his way, and he is also well aware of the consequences of failure."
Etase, the champion of Slaanesh, stepped forward with a flattering expression on his tattooed face:
"You have given Plaid the utmost honor, and success is destined."
"No."
Huron shook his head.
"I know Plaid. If I ask him to send back an astronomical signal every month, he will definitely execute it. If he fails to do so, then there must be an accident."
"My lord, Plaid can decide his own fate, and we should only be concerned with the progress of our own fleet."
Finally, Honso spoke, and as he spoke, a tremor could be felt throughout the hall that seemed related to the snarling red-skinned creature on his belt.
"My gut tells me it's not that simple."
Huron said solemnly, his eyes focused on the star map and the progress of the fleet.
"To be honest, I don't want to use my hands on this matter. The situation does not allow me to have other options. Abaddon is not an easy guy to get along with, but the impact of Praid's success or failure on us is self-evident. Abaddon The tone was very different this time, he had a big plan going on, I
We have to participate in order to profit, understand? There is no capitalless business in this world. "
The silence of the war chiefs and champions showed that they seemed to be united in their opinions.
Then the silence was broken by the Huron sorcerer Garon Sulet, whose voice was like the hoarseness of a viper, and in a way well suited to the power he possessed.
"So how can we help Plaid? We don't even know what happened to him."
"There are some new variables that you don't know about, Sarpedon?"
At Huron's call, Sarpedon's figure emerged from the shadow cast by the dome and bowed before the Blackheart King.
The current Phantom Warriors may be the least respected warband among the Red Pirates, not only because they are still small, with less than three hundred people.
What's more, they just betrayed the empire, and their history has almost no glory.
More importantly, their leader is a highly mutated sorcerer, an unpopular type even among Chaos Space Marines.
Therefore, in such public occasions, Sarpedon usually chooses to hide in the shadows, not attracting the attention of others, and thus avoiding meaningless ridicule.
But even so, many times, some cruel and disgraceful tasks would fall on them, but Sarpedon did not complain, he just endured it.
Huron did not make things difficult for him, but he also did not think highly of him. He only regarded him as an insignificant one among the many war gang leaders.
But now, he summoned the other party himself.
"You brought me a piece of information a few days ago, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Please tell everyone about it now."
As Huron spoke, he moved his shattered body on the throne, causing the chains on his body to jingle.
"As you command, my lord."
Nodding, Sarpedon, who was wearing black and purple armor, said in a deep voice:
"According to the reports from our spies deployed in the Nessen galaxy, the fleet of the Astral Knights suddenly left their home planet a few months ago, with an unknown destination. Originally, we also placed a secret sentinel on the planet, but unfortunately it was destroyed a year ago. All cleared.”
"that's it?"
Hong Suo curled his lips and questioned:
"Do you know how far the Storm Star Territory is from the Extreme Star Territory? They walked over there after eating well? And how did they know that Praid also went there? You couldn't have told him."
"The Nessen Galaxy is indeed very far away from the Pandora Galaxy, but if there is a strong navigator, it is not impossible to spend several months to get there. As for the last two questions-"
Sarpedon answered humbly, then looked at Huron.
"I guess my lord can understand."
Hearing this, Huron cracked his knuckles in annoyance.
No doubt he wanted everything to go well, Praid's mission should be simple, but the place was complicated, and Abaddon's purpose was not as pure as it seemed.
This is why Huron chose not to join the game.
No matter how simple something is, if it is involved in a complicated situation, many things will go wrong.
But if Plaid cannot complete his scheduled mission, the problems in the Pandora galaxy will be magnified, so that the entire plan to cooperate with the Black Legion will have countless problems.
"Soshyan, Soshyan again!"
Huron had a sullen face and gritted his teeth as he read out the name that he had cursed countless times.
