Along with these whispers came sensations from the body, a permanent wound where Huron's flesh met the armor, and to make matters worse, even though the limb in question had disappeared and been completely replaced by a prosthetic limb, the phantom pain remained. bothered him.
A few will crumble in the never-ending pain, or seek increasingly desperate bargains to ease it, Huron is well aware that some of Nurgle's devotees feel no pain, and those of Slaanesh consider it a Seeking ecstasy and using 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 to completely eliminate pain.
The emergence of these feelings is a temptation, or a trap, suggesting 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 will regret, so even if the warp tries to torture him like this, he will still keep it because it is his Partly, 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, turning into a deeper and darker echo that only he could hear.
[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 captains that this battle is over. We leave Angstrom. The Imperials will not have the strength to pursue us. We will launch a new attack in a new direction."
As soon as these words were spoken, 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 they had the courage.
But what 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 show much in a short time, but they are the seeds of ambition. Once sprouted it is destined to take root.
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 same strong voice he had when he was still loyal to the Empire, even with a sense of justice that he detested.
The same rhetoric, the same temptation, the same threats have been staged countless times since 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 its 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, his first response.
[To put it nicely, can you subspace detritus deal with Soshyan? If it is true, why are the slaves of the gods beaten to death by him every time? Don’t think I don’t know, he has means to fight against subspace, which you can’t deal with at all]
The voice fell silent, and it took a while before it started to sound again.
[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 was naturally not that stupid. If he really wanted to make a deal, it would be with the top level. Those four people, 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 they will form enemies, 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 wasn't worth worrying about; Huron had long since accepted the price he might have to pay in the future.
"The Black-Hearted King, just...retreated?"
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, he may have a second one. We cannot fight a decisive battle on the battlefield decided by the enemy. Badab's Honso is still holding on, let’s go back and take a rest, then we can try to open up the situation in other directions, and let Soshiyang be proud for a while.”
As he spoke, Huron recalled some information provided by his intelligence officer, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"There will be a lot of trouble after Soshyan."
"King of Black Heart!"
Suddenly, an attendant hurried over, holding a data tablet in his hand.
"Urgent information from Judah."
Huron frowned and took the datapad, and as soon as he glanced at it, he shook it and held it against his chest.
"King of Black Heart!?"
Pushing the attendant away, Huron was so angry that he almost vomited blood and slammed the data tablet to the ground.
"Bastards! Those bastards of the Night Lords!
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While Huron hurriedly gathered the fleet to stop losses, Soshyan also issued an order to stop the battle.
The Blessing Bulwark 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, and their precious treasures are also stored inside. As the temporary leader of the alliance, Soshyan could not put other people's wealth at risk, 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 the Angstrom battle was to consume Huron's living power, drag its main force here, and defend this key forging world. He did not Expecting to annihilate the Hurons here in one fell swoop is not worth sacrificing 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.
