Chapter 437 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Twenty-Two) Court Discussion

"Tomorrow?"

A faint sneer came from under the ancient Colchis sculpture in the dark hall.

Beloren suddenly raised his head, but it was difficult to find the source of malice from the dim figure.

No, too much.

The dark apostles were originally walkers who served the power of destruction, and the chaos brought by infighting and disputes on the road to power was naturally one of the ways to please the power of destruction.

Malice is commonplace among these people who believe in chaos, and as for this kind of mockery without bloodshed, it can be called a kind of "warmth".

Eugenio, who was kneeling on one knee beside him, was stronger than him, and his armor was more solemn and gorgeous.

But the label of being a loser made this more senior shepherd no different from him, and even looked more embarrassed at this moment.

"Tomorrow?" The questioning voice in front of him made Beloren bow his head again.

The person in the center of the seat hadn't spoken yet, but the noncommittal tone of the leader of his faction made the newly promoted shepherd instantly withdraw his thoughts and calm down.

The laughter also died down after the superior spoke. It was not a big deal to laugh at a newly promoted apostle, but continuing to laugh after Black Knight spoke was undoubtedly a provocation to the knight himself.

No one dared to do this, because he was the only one who could stand below the chief priest and the archbishop at the legion ceremony and stay out of the struggle between the two for thousands of years without falling.

There were many people who challenged him in thousands of years, but just looking at the fact that he was still sitting here, you can know the fate of those challengers.

The power scepter and the molecular blade rapier were his favorite weapons, and as the meaning of these two weapons symbolized:

Once he regarded you as a threat, you would face a fatal blow from the darkness under many conspiracies.

And another such veteran apostle-General Yurik, was sitting on the other side of the chief priest at this moment.

Unlike the Black Knight who was always responsible for planning and coordination, Eugenio's status, like his nickname, was earned entirely by military exploits.

This is a rare professional soldier who is good at scheming, and the faction formed by him and his subordinates is also a powerful group of dark apostles who specialize in frontal battlefields.

The core functions of the Black Knight and the general are the pocket of logistics and the sharp blade of the battlefield.

The reason why the two people's factions can be maintained and not swallowed up by the chief priest and the archbishop is certainly because the two people control the scheming, but the core reason is that the functions of their two groups are an indispensable part of the Word Bearers Legion.

The darkness returned to silence again, and many cold eyes gathered on the two losers again.

Everyone is waiting for the judgment of the superiors, because the sharing of the losers is also a cruel but indispensable ritual among the dark apostles.

Can the knight and the general keep their vassals?

If they can, what price will they have to pay?

If not, does it mean that the authority of the two is no longer stable, and there is an opportunity for challenge?

The ambitious people were waiting for the leader's order, just like greedy hyenas looking at their injured companions. But before the chief priest made a statement, no one dared to challenge the dignity of the knight. The malice in the darkness was surging and surging like a substance, but there was no extra sound.

Tap...Tap...

Erebus finally paused his cane with satisfaction, and the eyes of many dark apostles also followed the power and focused on him.

This was the scene he was most happy to see, because no matter how sweet the taste of power and strength was, it needed to be set off by this silent solemnity from time to time.

Under his thousands of years of management, the chaotic, bloody but obedient order of the Word Bearers in the darkness was now visible.

"Continue." Feeling the pleasure of the chief priest, the knight turned his head and looked at the general sitting opposite him. This kind of "tolerance" was rare in the chief priest, and he certainly would not miss this opportunity.

"Yes! The Imperial Navy has no heavy battleships, so there is nothing to fear. I have forced them out of the central area of ​​the Alto No. 1 galaxy, and the ground war is ready for full-scale development.

Just give me another 24 hours, and I will give you that damn planet!"

Beloren promised the chief priest with a hoarse throat, but his anxious eyes were suppressed by reason and stared at the ground;

The clenched fists left dim marks on the obsidian floor, and the steam rising from the power armor silently reflected his embarrassment...

"What about you? Eugenio, what do you want to say?" The general spoke after Beloron's voice fell, finding an opportunity for his apprentice to express his position while blocking any third party from joining the discussion.

"20 hours." Eugenio's tone was as cold and hard as his mentor's, and there was no room for guarantee. Among the dark apostles full of intrigue, it became a clear stream.

After getting the answer, the general's eyes left the apprentice, and he also looked at Erebus who was sitting high on the first seat, waiting for the decision of the helmsman of the legion.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

"27 hours."

The embarrassing silence was finally broken, and the chief priest looked at the time on the arm armor and said to the two people.

"From now until the end of the next rotation cycle of Alto No. 1, you still have 27 hours."

"Your will!" Beloron's heart was finally relieved. After the fear darker than death, the flame of ambition burned in his eyes again.

He couldn't wait to express his attitude to his superiors, but before he could get up from the ground, Erebas' voice made him fall into depression again.

"And... let me correct it. It's not my will, but the will of the Lord of the Legion."

"Yes..." Beloren lowered his head again. He knew that his little thoughts were seen through. His overly urgent tone betrayed his weakness, and his flattery to the chief priest betrayed his faction.

But no one cared. The short war review ended here. Amid a series of armor friction sounds, Erebas had already left with a group of dark apostles.

Beloren raised his head and looked at the crowd leaving, but all he got was the meaningful eyes of the knights in the crowd...

Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...

On the central avenue of the Trinity Prayer, Erebas was leading his subordinates walking on the central avenue leading to the first deck.

He didn't care about the victory or defeat of the Alto battlefield, but he felt a rare pleasure in playing with this ambitious man.

In his eyes, this war was like a carefully prepared banquet. When the dessert before the meal was finished, he should lead his fleet to the most valuable "main course".

Only victory is allowed, not defeat.

A haze rose from the corners of Erebus's wrinkled eyes, and the smile just now was replaced by a cold look.

Lorgar's change made him have some doubts about this war that must be won, but Erebus, who thought he was well prepared, had no room to retreat after the war began.

If he won, he would still be the son of chaos who led the fall of the Shadow Moon Wolf, and the scepter of the chief of the Dark Council would naturally remain glorious.

If he lost, then under Lorgar's extra "generosity", he completely lost the reason to defend himself. As for the end, he no longer dared and was unwilling to imagine...

The defeat of Alto No. 1 and No. 2 had no impact on the battle situation, or on the contrary, the stalemate on the two battlefields was within his expectations.

The resistance encountered here confirmed his guess about the deployment of the Empire's forces, and after confirming the enemy's deployment, Erebus had no doubts about the invasion of Morro.

Ten large warbands have exceeded the strength of a complete warband in the Great Crusade era. Excluding the two warbands deployed on the front line of Otto and the warband stationed in the three star systems in the rear, he now has a full 8,000 warriors available.

And the blasphemous ceremony in the rear is still going on.

The two warbands sent out to kill and plunder between star systems will bring back a steady stream of people for sacrifice. The blasphemous relics that he personally placed in the three star systems will also continue to accumulate the death and hatred that have been brewing and accumulated here.

When the turmoil, chaos, and hatred and death brought by the entire Zhan Morro reach the next high point, the million demon army of the Word Bearers and the Titan Ark attached to them will be able to smoothly descend from the subspace into reality.

And more importantly, there is the erosion of Morro.

Without a noble bloodline like Horus as a sacrifice, if you want to open the great portal to the land of the gods, you need to use a large number of sacrifices to please the gods.

And the opening of this portal is even more important to Erebas than the victory or defeat of the entire war.

Whether it is to use it to lead the ritual of corruption of Calvin to fulfill his promise to Lorgar; or to use the life of a high lord and the entire star zone to complete the sacrifice and finally achieve his own goal, this portal cannot be lost.

But in the dark, there is a force reminding Erebas that the ritual there may undergo unexpected changes.

So after careful consideration, the chief priest finally decided to listen to his instincts and follow the promptings of fate.

"Zarulak." Erebas stopped and said softly.

"I'm here." A tall warrior in the crowd jumped out and walked in front of Erebas.

On the scarlet and black Terminator power armor, in addition to the gorgeous Colchis inscriptions, there are also real demonic documents flowing like blood.

Dark Apostle, Glorious, Blessed Zarulak, a warrior given a demonic form by the Power of Destruction, a leader of an old warband directly under the demon primarch Lorgar.

"Take your people back to take over the defense of Padilla."

"Yes! But as far as I know, Cole is in charge there now." Zarulak's tone was subtle, because the dark apostle named Cole happened to be his political enemy in the legion.

They both came from Colchis, from the pious Marche city-state, and from a conscription in the middle of the Great Crusade. They were even upper-class nobles of Marche, and were old enemies of each other...

"Just say it was my order." Erebus obviously knew the backgrounds of the two people, or what he wanted was the competition between the two warband leaders.

Zarulak, who had no doubts, saluted and turned to leave, and Erebus, who watched him leave, seemed to have an illusion, an illusion that the situation was out of control...

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