Vengar could only frown at Garmozej's arrogant words. Even by the standards of the Chaos Space Marines, this could be called a conjecture.
"Yes, you can understand it as a more united Red Pirates, but our goal is not to rob houses in a small way. We want to conquer the empire, conquer the galaxy, and even conquer subspace! The main tone of the Black Legion is revenge.
But in my eyes, revenge is just an incidental part of the process. Only people with eyes at the back of their heads staring at the past will always talk about revenge. But our eyes are in front, and what we see is the future.
So our goal is to conquer! The Milky Way is being stirred, and the power of the gods is expanding, but there are more than just gods in this chess game. In the abyss of the subspace ocean, behind the deep curtain of the galaxy's billions of years of history, and outside the system.
There are things hidden in the endless darkness that we cannot currently detect, but the chess pieces will only be ruthlessly abandoned. Only by becoming a chess player, even the weakest chess player, can we have a chance to gain control of the future!"
Weingar was slightly startled, but he was not the kind of young man who would be incited to excitement with just a few words, and as far as he knew, Garmo Zejie was not a guy famous for his character. This guy betrayed the empire first, and then betrayed
Huron, now sneaking away to the Great Crusade with Abaddon on his back, is definitely a double-dealer.
However, he still wanted to talk about the situation, so he smiled and nodded.
"Grand goals and ideals make people yearn for them."
"Brother, you must think that I am very arrogant and arrogant, right? I don't have much strength, but I dare to boast so much? Then if I tell you one more thing -"
As he spoke, he put his head against the other person's ear and whispered a few words. Weingar's eyes widened and he turned to look at the other person in disbelief.
"You really are——"
Garmo Zejie just nodded slightly.
But then Wengar frowned again.
"Even so, you only have the strength of a battle group now, and you don't even have your own base."
"Well, it will be available soon. I have had an in-depth conversation with Lord Ganmartin of the Blood Snake Demon. He is very dissatisfied with Huron's strategic arrangements this time and is very eager to have more powerful allies. They control
The Baston Sector has a total of 62 habitable worlds! This is an extremely valuable asset."
"The blood snake monsters will not share their homeland with you. It is their forbidden land and their lifeblood."
Garmo Zejie smiled strangely.
"Nothing is so absolute in the galaxy."
Seeing that the other party was confident, Weingar frowned slightly, and couldn't tell whether the other party was trying to trick him or if he was really sure of it.
After pondering for a moment, he said:
"Brother, let's be honest, what are you going to do?"
"Huron's failure is inevitable. There will be many people coveting his inheritance. This will be a feast. What I have to do is to eat as much as possible in this feast and be the fullest!"
"It may even lead to death, and even if it fails, Huron will not necessarily perish."
"That's not important. What's important is that there will definitely be many people leaving. The legion we are building needs more troops, more powerful men, and more ships! Brother, I know you are inside the Red Pirates
You are quite well-connected, I hope you can contact some powerful lords for me."
With that said, Garmo Zejie took out a piece of paper and handed it to the other party. After Weingar opened it, there were more than a dozen names written on it, most of which he knew or were even acquaintances of.
After Wengar looked around, he sniffed.
"Most of these people are not easy to talk to, and they may not be able to keep secrets. If Huron knew you were coming to the Maelstrom, what do you think he would do?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you go empty-handed."
Garmo Zejie clapped his hands, and a dozen slaves came over holding golden boxes, then stood in a row and opened them one by one.
There was a black orb in each box. Garmozejie picked up one of them and handed it to Weingar.
The other party took it and looked at it carefully, and found that the crystal orb was unexpectedly very strong, and inside it could be seen the surging mist, as well as a looming shape.
"This is--"
"The devil-binding bead has a demon bound inside it. The person holding the orb can use a secret spell to drive the devil to serve him without worrying about backlash. At the same time-"
As he said that, he took a chain sword from Amon, picked up an orb, and approached the hilt of the sword.
Suddenly many tentacles stretched out from the orb, grabbed the handle of the sword and attached it tightly. Then the entire chain sword began to hum, the metal saw teeth began to change, turning into teeth similar to those of beasts, and flames and poisonous smoke were emitted from time to time.
.
"It can also demonize an ordinary weapon and make it infinitely more powerful."
"hiss--"
Weingar couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his eyes changed when he looked at the orb in his hand. This thing would be of infinite value anywhere. After all, the biggest problem with using demonic power is that the risks are huge, and sometimes even exceed the benefits. But if it can be done like this
The use of demonic power with low or even no risk will subvert the entire existing pattern of chaos forces——
Perhaps the other party's idea of establishing a new legion is not a pipe dream.
"Is this technology from the Lost Legions of the past?"
Garmo Zejie just smiled and did not answer.
So Weingal changed the question.
"The demon here doesn't seem to have the characteristics of a certain evil god?"
"That's right, they don't belong to any evil god, so you can use them with confidence."
The devil has never been associated with peace of mind, but Weengar is sure that it will attract everyone who sees it. Of course, after getting it, everyone, including him, will ask the wizard to check it to see if there is any trap.
After all, there are too many ways to use subspace artifacts to control or hypnotize people, but this is not enough to offset the Chaos Lords' desire for power. After all, once anyone, including Space Marines, is thrown into subspace, they immediately seem to be addicted to drugs and have no desire for power.
He has unparalleled desires and needs, and is willing to do even the most dangerous things to gain strength.
After Wengar thought for a moment, he put the orb back into the box.
"Okay, I'll contact those people for you."
Garmo Zejie immediately extended his hand to the other party.
"Welcome to join, brothers Wengar, I promise to give you a bright future."
Veengar took the other man's hand.
"I can already see that a new power is rising in this dark and chaotic galaxy, and I am very fortunate to be able to participate in it."
"By the way, brother, there is one more important thing I need to ask you."
"Please say."
"You are now assigned to garrison Blackstone Fortress, right?"
"yes."
"As Huron's trump card, this thing will definitely be used by him in the most critical decisive battle. What will happen if he finds out that his trump card has been taken away? Will it speed up the defeat of the Black Heart King?
?”
Weingar paused for a moment and shook his head.
"Huron sent his henchmen to guard the Blackstone Fortress with heavy troops. It's just a dream for you to snatch it away with a small number of people."
"But what if I had a way to control it?"
Seeing the smile on Garmozejie's face, Weengar also smiled, grinning with bloodthirsty fangs.