Chapter 392 Black-Hearted King

In the void far away from Engili, in those boundless terrifying spaces, the Ghost of Destruction is wandering, along with many of its traitorous relatives, waiting beside the huge Ark of Omen to show its fangs to mortals, and its owner, Luft Huron signed a terrible agreement with those powers of destruction some time ago, promising to serve them forever in exchange for the blessing and protection of Chaos.

At this moment, their power is at its highest, but the legendary Black Heart King is depressed, because his planned goal of taking back the area they once swore to protect in the empire with Enjili as the starting point is frequently blocked, making him restless and angry until he distorts A disgusting pet, a subspace mutated monster that resembles a parrot, Hamadria yelled at the top of his lungs in a voice that seemed both human and inhuman.

"For the Star Claws!"

He suddenly lovingly stroked the head of this unintelligent thing with his armored fingers, combed its feathers, and said. "Hamadria, our war group no longer exists. You remembered wrongly. Our current name is, Red Pirates!"

The disgusting parrot immediately shouted repeatedly. "Red pirates! Red pirates! For the red pirates!" The voice was sharp and unpleasant, and people couldn't help but grin. However, the traitorous Astartes on the bridge listened and laughed, as if they were comedians talking about good things. joke.

The Black Heart King's adjutant came over. He was wearing heavy Centurion armor. The heavy armor that once represented honor was now painted an ugly dark red. The Imperial Sky Eagle was also replaced by the eight-pointed star of chaos. His hoarse voice changed from Rasterizer which issued, he said loyally. "My lord, the advance troops invading Engili encountered the influence of unknown aliens. The operation was suspended and suffered heavy losses."

"At the same time, from the empire, a large company of the Space Wolves came to this sector and attacked our landing force at an extremely fast speed. Because the arrival was sudden and the attack was from top to bottom, Gared had to give up the temporary war. Fortress, turn to join the frontline troops."

This adjutant got the correct star language. Although the distance was less than light years, there was still a lot of delay. The Black Heart King was not angry, he just asked. "Alien? Eldar or greenskin?"

His lieutenant replied uncertainly. "It's a strange worm-like alien that can manipulate corpses and has certain psychic powers."

Huron looked at the endless darkness outside the window. He did not expect that things would change. He sent a battle barge, an Ark of Omen, and many pirate warships attached to them, but only an ancient barge was left. , and now his Gared brothers will also be exposed to danger?

he asked nervously. How long will it take before the destroyed Ark of Omen is pulled out of the war zone through gravity?"

the adjutant replied. "About two standard Terran years..."

"Too slow!" Huron scolded. "We must abandon the Ark of Evil Omen as a means of attacking the main force. The war is changing rapidly, and the old methods can no longer be used. The Engili Spaceport has shown a planetary fortress-level defense that is not inferior to the Ark of Evil Omen, so we cannot rely on the Ark of Evil Omen. Such a huge and inflexible thing is the key to war."

The adjutant asked subconsciously, realizing the emotion behind his harsh words. "what do you mean?"

"The Red Pirates cannot live without Gared. He has mastered the last genes of the Star Claws. If we want to continue to thrive, we must let him survive. Now that he is fleeing from the Space Wolves' attack, it is our genes that are in the Empire." We need to form a fleet to tear apart those people in gang battles."

This is different from his attitude of turning a blind eye to the huge damage caused by the Imperial Guard to his fleet, because in essence, he regards those mortal fleets or alien fleets as pure allies. He can accept those things as equals to him, but he will not be too Don't care about them.

When he asked those people to join his battle with his great achievements and huge legion strength, they did not hesitate, and he would not interfere with their battle deployment. The deaths of those fleets could only be attributed to themselves. Secondly, in the days without war, Those pirates would also compete with the red pirates for prey, or have their own agendas. For the Black-Hearted King, the death of those mortals and alien fleets was only a reduction in his burden.

But Gared is different from the troops under his command. Those Astartes are their core strength. Although they are not as elite as the Centurion veterans and Terminator warriors who stay on his flagship Vengeful Ghost, they are still unique warriors. .

This was a very fatal situation for the Red Pirates, and Huron could not sit idly by. He took command of the entire fleet, and many famous battleships began to take action, such as the Aquiline Overlord Class Battlecruiser. Cruiser).

Or the veteran (Midnight Solitude) Executor-class cruiser, or even the most terrifying, the Might of Huron (Might of Huron) Slaughter-class cruiser (Slaughter Cruiser) that has killed countless aliens.

There is also the Venomous Birthright. This ancient Strike Cruiser originally belonged to the Midnight Lords and was called the Echo of Damnation at the time. It can be said that it has gathered 100% of the Red Pirates' combat power. Such a dispatch has also attracted the attention of some people.

Garon Surette, the wizard lord, is subordinate to Huron. He is an equal to him. The psychic master walked into the bridge. Even the arrogant Astartes had to salute him. This powerful wizard was a mortal traitor encountered by the Red Pirates after they fell into the warp, but his old body has been maintained for about several thousand years.

He is powerful, old, and has experienced countless things. From being chased, captured, and running around by the Empire to now having enough psychic power to rival a legion, he even helped the Red Pirates who were desperate in the warp to point out the future and let them listen to the guidance of the great Lord of Change. It can be said that he is the eyes and ears of the Red Pirates today.

This powerful psychic wizard dragged his almost collapsed body over, his body was full of psychic fluctuations all the time, that feeling made people feel like they were drunk, and just being around him made them feel their metabolism accelerated. It was hard to imagine what would happen if those magic powers were released on ordinary people.

He dragged a long purple robe, and wore a necklace made of unknown complex runes on his chest. A copper staff taller than him was used as his walking stick to let him limp forward, but when this dying old man spoke, his voice was extremely young, making people feel weird and distorted. "Huron, why did you suddenly dispatch the warships?"

Luft Huron once signed a terrible agreement with those destructive forces, promising to serve them forever, and he was a witness to this agreement, so he had considerable rights and could ask about this matter.

To use an inaccurate metaphor, now this huge Astartes fleet is in some ways a shareholder of the Four Gods, so he is the shareholder spokesperson of the gods. Although Huron doesn't like this old thing, he can only answer. "Gareth is trapped. The Skinner Varel cannot inherit his responsibility. The young pharmacist is not good enough and has already had second thoughts..."

"And Gareth is now troubled by the resurrected alien zombies, the corpses of his brothers, and attacked by the Space Wolves. He cannot escape from the interior of Engili."

The old wizard Garon Surette laughed. "The Lord of the Corpses is trapped by the corpses. This is the most interesting experience I have had in recent times, Huron!" His words were somewhat sarcastic, as if to say that he was incompetent. At the same time, the Lord of the Corpses was indeed Gareth's nickname, because of his cruel and terrible style, and his interest in manipulating corpses.

Huron said. "This is none of your business, wizard. Although I thank you for rescuing the Red Corsairs from the disordered world of the warp, it is not my wish to submit to those gods. If I had no choice, I would have strangled you to death at that time!" He has the confidence and can do what he says. Even before the Badab War, he was a rare genius warrior among the Astartes. Relying on his own abilities, he quickly became the head of the regiment within a few hundred years.

At the same time, he is now one of the common spokespersons of the four gods. Although they have not reached the point where they are willing to provide him with power, the magic power still allows him to ignore most of the weak spiritual powers and strengthen his body to a certain extent.

Garon Surette waved his hand. He was not afraid, but he just needed to continue to maintain a dispensable relationship with the king. At the same time, he said with interest. "I know the information about those aliens. How about using those stories to exchange for the opportunity for me to apologize for my rudeness?"

Huron stroked the neck of his pet, and the down brushed through his fingers. His thoughts were also thinking in a thousand changes, alerting all the conspiracies and tricks of this old thing, but he still realized that the Lord of Change had something to hide from him and had not told him, so he asked. "Where did those beasts come from?"

The old wizard nodded and slowly brought the racial experience of Randan to him, and the king of the Red Pirates absorbed the information very quickly, but when he heard about Randan's situation, his face was not good again.

Gareth's value lies in the wisdom in his head. If his thoughts are captured by the Dan Alien, the Red Pirates will be in serious threat in the next sun and moon. This priority is even higher than the Imperial Guard. So far, he has the urge to sign a truce agreement with Alanbear, the mortal who is annoying and admirable.

They don't have time to face the enemy and the ancient-looking alien race at the same time, but Garon Surette seems to have seen through his thoughts and used his prophecy to break Huron's idea of ​​a ceasefire with Alanbear.

He spoke. "The Lord of Skadi will not agree to a ceasefire. He can guess your uneasiness and see your instability. A man as straightforward as him will only add insult to injury and even take the initiative to capture Gareth and force him to make the Red Pirates' genetic defects public. Rather than that illusory short-term peace, you should kill all the stupid people in the Empire who believe in the Corpse King." His words are just like the Lord of Change he believes in, erratic and difficult to distinguish between true and false.

There must be some truth in it, for example, Alanbair guessed Huron's concerns, and he might even benefit from it, and even take the initiative to destroy the Red Pirates, but they also ignored that Alanbair's moral level was higher than that of normal imperial people. At the same time, he also knew that the existence of the Red Pirates was inevitable in this dark universe. If the Red Pirates were gone, there would still be Blue Pirates and Purple Pirates, and one would be worse than the other.

So it was difficult to tell whether his words were true or false. Huron did not want to make peace with the man who killed the rune blacksmith Valtex and the apostate Vengar. His pride and anger were hidden in his heart.

At the same time, Garon Surette was like the venomous snake that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple. He gave another answer, another crazy and twisted answer.

"Cooperate with Randan!" His old cheeks turned into wrinkled flowers, looking like a terrible monster.

"What are you talking about?!" Huron was furious, and the huge power clamp clamped the old man's neck. His fragile old body creaked, as if it would fall apart in the next second, but the old man turned into mist a moment later and appeared next to Huron again, chattering.

"Rangdan is not without wisdom. On the contrary, their hatred for the Empire is also bitter and deep. If you can convince them to attack the Empire together, then this star region will be taken down in an instant. Look, the immortal group will, terrible psychic power, mimicry, and at the same time, the outstanding individual combat power. If you let the Red Pirates host one, you will get the most powerful legion in the entire galaxy."

His voice was like a snake's tongue, and Huron suddenly grabbed the air in front of him. The huge power clamp arm grasped something, and the illusion was instantly broken, and the old man was caught like a chicken.

"I won't use my brother as a bargaining chip. I don't need the empire to be destroyed. What I need is a new empire that can accommodate more humans and protect more people, not this rotten and disgusting place! You pathetic old thing, if your gods dare to use those mumbling curses to interfere with my thoughts again, next time you will have to lie down and find your lower body, and let the doctor sew you up!" His huge pliers made a sizzling sound, and even triggered the wizard's psychic shield.

Garon Surette, who was so arrogant just now, begged for mercy again and again. His magnetic and young voice turned into a hoarse, old and ugly wail. Huron threw him on the deck angrily. His body collided with the fine gold, making a sound that made people's teeth ache. He had a fracture, no doubt.

The charismatic king said, "I can offer my soul to the gods for the great feat of rebuilding the empire, but don't even think about cooperating with aliens! Garon Surette, and the god behind you, I, Luft Huron, want you to remember! The alien race of Randan must be destroyed!"

Commander Huron, we love you!