Once upon a time, Tubek and Aliman joined forces just to save their army that was on the verge of being broken, and to save their blood brothers from the suffering of mutation. At that time, they were so pure and without regrets, and they had no concern for their personal future.
Qianzi suddenly remembered a proverb from Ancient Terra: Time is like a chainsword, killing everyone mercilessly, making them unable to return to their original appearance.
"Then what are you going to do?"
The two finally entered the living room behind the bridge.
Several senior members of the warband were already waiting there, and Sarpedon picked up a glass of strong liquor brewed with Eldar blood from the table and drank it in one gulp.
"Although we don't know the specific situation, the Snow Lotus Blade should be on Paidu Star. Therefore, our main purpose this time is not to conflict with the Astral Knights, but to go to Paidu Star to find the Snow Lotus Blade as soon as possible."
"That place is now controlled by Abaddon. I'm afraid it won't be easy."
"So we must help the Warmaster win this battle, at least win a naval battle."
As he spoke, Sarpedon removed the arm armor on his two extra arms, revealing azure skin.
Tubek glanced at the pair of thick blue arms and smiled:
"The Second Legion's Chaxin technique is really magical. It makes me want to practice it after seeing it."
Sarpedon smiled slightly and handed a filled wine glass to the other party.
"If you don't practice this technique with the blood of the Second Legion, you will only quickly turn into a chaos egg."
The reason why Sarpedon grew a pair of arms has a lot to do with the Chaxin technique he practiced.
This is a strange secret technique recorded in the Second Legion's holy relic "The Mystic Book of Chrysalis" and was created by their original body in the last stage of his life.
As the first Primarch to come into contact with the Chaos Gods, the Primarch of the Second Legion began to think about the nature of the power of Chaos after his fall, and imagined using one body to contain the power of the four gods at the same time. Finally, with incredible ingenuity, he created the exact The art of Xin.
This secret technique consists of a series of rituals, sacrifices and matching sacrificial vessels. Every time a piece of divine power is accommodated, an extra pair of arms and a face will appear. When practiced to the extreme, the blessing power of the four gods can be gathered into There will be no conflicts in the body, and he will become the eternal divine choice in the true sense.
Although the original body of the Second Legion did not make it to the last step, the possibility remained.
Sarpedon took the risk to practice this technique just because he saw its infinite potential, because once it is achieved, he may become a being that surpasses Abaddon and even surpasses the former Horus.
But if you really want to practice the art of Chaxin, the original body's weapon Snow Lotus Blade is indispensable. It can not only mediate the conflicting power of chaos, but is also an important sacrificial weapon in many rituals.
This is also the real reason why Sarpedon pursues the Snow Lotus Blade diligently.
"Garmo Zejie, I just heard some news——"
Suddenly, a warrior came over, approached Sarpedon, and whispered a few words.
Garmozej is the new name Sarpedon gave himself, and is also his title as acting legion commander. He comes from the destroyed home planet of the Second Legion. (From now on we will all be called Garmo Zejie)
Tubek curiously watched the two men whispering while holding the wine glass, and then the soldier walked away.
"Garmo Zejie, what happened?"
"It's nothing, it's just that Honso started to make a noise after knowing that I was appointed as the fleet commander, saying that I was not worthy of this appointment, but the Black Heart King has already suppressed him."
"It's that stupid pig. Not surprising, not surprising. I've never seen anyone in Iron Warriors with an IQ over 50. In some cases, Ogryn is smarter than them."
"Let's not talk about him anymore. Brother Tubek, what did the people you asked to contact a few days ago say?"
Tubek put down the quilt, took out a piece of parchment, opened it and showed it to Garmozejie.
"I have contacted all the twelve people you want to contact one by one. Eight of them are willing to join, but there are some conditions. The other three have directly refused, and one is still considering it."
Garmo Zejie glanced at the text above, and some names and the requirements corresponding to the names were clearly written on it - he invited people who he thought were capable, mostly lone wolves or small war gangs. Therefore, most of the needs are for battleships or material replenishment, and occasionally there are a few that require heretical knowledge or spiritual treasures.
"The one you are considering is the Prince of Thorns?"
"Ah, that's the skinning addict. His warband never recovered after being severely injured by the man-eating shark, so he took a dozen people to do odd jobs under Abaddon."
"What is he thinking about?"
"This guy offended a very powerful demon for some unknown reason. Now he is being hunted as soon as he enters the subspace. He is looking for someone who can help him solve the problem, but you also know that this is a thankless task. The devil is very vengeful, and if it cannot be dealt with directly, there will be endless troubles."
Garmo Zejie thought for a while, and then said to Tubek:
"Tell him I can help him solve his problem."
Tubek was stunned for a moment.
"Are you serious?"
"It's just a small demon. As long as I retrieve the Snow Lotus Blade, I won't be afraid even if the big demon comes."
"Okay, I'll talk to him."
After a moment of silence, Tubek suddenly whispered:
"I shouldn't ask this, but I still want to know, what are your plans after retrieving the Snow Lotus Blade?"
Garmo Zejie drank the last sip of wine from his glass and asked flatly:
"Brother, what do you think Huron is like?"
"Too heavy on gains and losses, philistine and vulgar, with no ambitions. They only think about their own little kingdom. They can achieve success but not achieve anything."
Garmo Zejie nodded.
"That's right, apart from those rabble, he actually has nothing. Those so-called warriors only fight for rewards. Besides being called businessmen, what else can such a person call himself?"
"So you're ready to get rid of him?"
"I need to choose a true partner, an ally who has a long-term vision and knows that the galaxy will change in the future."
Tubek frowned.
"Abaddon is powerful, but being powerful also means that he is very strong. He will only regard you as a servant and subordinate, not an ally. Years of smooth sailing have made him accustomed to controlling everything, and he is even too arrogant to control you. The primarch is placed in the eye."
"Abaddon was so superstitious about his own power that he did not even believe in the true power of Chaos, and we will embrace that true power."
Garmo Zejie curled his lips mockingly and said:
"When he uses us, we will also use him. Since he is used to bathing in glory, we might as well let him shelter us from the wind and rain first. After all, Huron's anger is not so easy to bear."
"Yes, it depends on your next plan, but how are you going to convince other people in the fleet? Huron has sent several of his cronies. Obviously he is not stupid either."
Garmo Zejie smiled coldly and crossed his four arms across his chest.
"The mind-control techniques in the secret book will make them succumb. As long as most of them are controlled, the few remaining die-hards will not be able to overturn the situation."
Huron probably never imagined that the commander he appointed was already thinking about how to betray him.
