Chapter 64 Black-Hearted Huron

The Ghost of Destruction is a battle barge. It is a God's Iron Fist made of plasteel, adamantium and thick iron nets, with a total length of 7.5 kilometers and equipped with orbital bombardment cannons and fusion cannons. It is equivalent to a fleet composed of lower-level ships.

It has existed for a thousand years, just like the monarch among other ships, but all the traces of loyalty that once represented the empire have been wiped out, leaving only the blood-red mark of the war group...

There is no order at all on the Ghost of Destruction. There is no quiet place there. There are also few focused people there. Their bodies have many irreversible mutations and are covered with horns made of many people's skin, teeth, and bones as decoration.

On the bridge, the giant is wearing power armor, looking at the countless data on the panel, which looks like the reconnaissance signal sent by the bird servant. Holy Astartes? But he seems to be standing on the wrong side of that word.

When the giant looked out at the ship, the screen of the ship was endlessly distorting holes, bubbles, illusions, terrible monsters, demons, and terrible things that were enough to kill everything in that world.

The warp, the place where time and space are distorted, the false facade of the material world, the mirror, but the place that is closely related, and the warship did not open the Geller field...

The giant, Luft Huron, was the Chapter Master of the Star Claws, once.

He was a Space Marine warrior standing among his companions, a representative of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least the part of the galaxy behind the shields formed by those warriors with their bodies, wills and weapons.

Once, Huron at least believed in the Imperium of Man and the Emperor in his own way, and the duties of his Chapter.

But no, the Empire has only a slight tolerance for actions outside of its regulations. Tools that cannot fully fulfill their duties will be discarded, but if they are too powerful to be easily destroyed like Luft Huron, he will be abandoned by the Empire.

The problem is that, of course, those abandoned tools will return to the Empire, but when they return to the Empire, their bodies, wills and weapons are no longer the shield of the Empire, but the swords aimed at its heart.

After the failure of the Badab War, Huron was hungry. He needed a world for him to recuperate, he needed countless mortals to work for his brothers, and he needed a powerful technical sage to provide him with sufficient maintenance.

But he could shrink in the warp at this moment, and his battle brother came out of the side cabin to report to the Lord of the Great Vortex.

"My Lord." He knelt on one knee and said faithfully. "They have deviated from the previous orbit, but have left the Great Vortex area..."

Huron's huge scarlet power clamp clenched gently. "Captain Julius Kata of the Ultramarines is chasing them, those damn blue things..."

The scarlet battle brother, Chaos Astartes replied. "My lord, their flagship still has considerable combat power!"

Considerable? "He repeated. "Amazing, his brother? He escaped the Imperium half-dead with his battered regiment. "

"But he knew that in a few decades he would have built a force strong enough to crush a sector if he wanted to!"

"Although Abaddon's army was stronger, he built his own power in less than a century."

"And Abaddon took him a hundred times longer! The old legions were arrogant about their history and laughed at their young newcomers from the so-called long war, but where were their primarchs, and whose legacy were they clinging to? Horus and Curze were dead! "

"Brother, it's very difficult, what they need to do is very difficult..."

Huron's smile slightly narrowed. He wanted to see the empire torn apart more than anyone else. He wanted the empire to feel the pain of him being blown up by the bastard Androcles with a melta gun and almost dying.

He hoped that the lies and emptiness of the empire would be exposed to the world, and let the citizens of the empire curse the emperor in a low voice before they died, so that they could also taste the taste of betrayal.

When the Lord of the Great Vortex was obsessed with the feeling of revenge, the Chief Astropath suddenly reported.

"There is a subspace tremor, guess whether it is a small cruiser-class battleship!"

Huron shouted. "Engage the enemy, they must not expose their whereabouts!"

"A trace of threat must be cleared immediately! "

He walked towards the command point. Those astropaths felt great pressure. They knew that the people they were facing were the existences that followed the Chaos Destruction. They were capricious, terrible and powerful.

They did not dare to neglect and tried their best to find the enemy's intelligence in the ripples of the warp.

"No... Mechanicus light cruiser, sir!"

After the astropath said this, the screen showed the general outline of the enemy's warships, and the Mechanicus light cruiser was a light cruiser belonging to the Mechanicus fleet.

Those ships often serve as escorts for exploration fleets, looking for new technologies in the journey of seeking knowledge. In other words, they carry Mechanicus researchers!

Hearing the report, Huron suddenly laughed. "In the name of the warp, may the gods bless us, follow it, do not seek to expose ourselves, and wait until they reach Mandeville Point before launching a surprise attack. "

"He must not let those people go out into the warp space. What if there are people he needs among those things?" He muttered to himself, but his thoughts were extremely clear, because he was sure that he would complete the great achievements that the Chaos Warmaster could not complete in hundreds of years in just a few decades!

And on that unfortunate Mechanicus warship, data craftsman Griza Darax was sorting out the data of the currently known STCs.

Compared with that foodie, her mechanization level was better. As a mechanical sage, she had almost no human emotions. The eyes made of monitors could not see any emotional fluctuations, and there were endless complex movements.

She was looking forward to the upcoming trip. Meeting new STCs was her few emotions. When she put on the dark red robe, she had already abandoned emotions.

But her expectation for the trip was not only STC, but also one thing, that is, her apprentice, the smartest one, was doing auxiliary work for the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the Skadi Star Army on that planet.

When Geller's position was stagnant, the data craftsman on the battleship looked at the dark green planet, with countless data fluctuations in his eyes, and in the subspace, the hungry beasts gradually jumped out from the side of the battleship...

If there are no accidents, I will be in the fight tomorrow (yawn)

There will be no more updates, he has no time, flesh and blood.