Many areas of this huge complex fortress have lost their original appearance due to the chaos of chaotic space, and are interconnected by mazes and underground tunnels.
On the way to the central hall, every place Huron looked at was filled with traces of corrosion, and the decay seeped into the floor, like an infection of corrosion and rust.
Due to the lack of power, the entire complex fortress was immersed in darkness, with the remaining lights dim and hovering on the edge of being completely extinguished.
The truth was as ugly as the lies, and the rooms and passages they passed through were strewn with industrial waste and partially eaten corpses - mortals and mutants, as well as Legionnaires.
Most of the dead legionnaires were wearing red pirate armor and were left to rot on the ground, with some other colors around them.
Most of the corpses here have been dug up, and their genetic seeds have long been destroyed or harvested.
The charnel-like smell pierced the armor and penetrated deeply into Huron's senses.
He felt as if it was clogging every pore, and he could even taste the sour smell of rotten flesh in his mouth.
A team of scouts walked in front, leading most of them deeper into the area.
At this time, Kelkus suddenly stopped at an intersection, his helmet turned, and his eyes scanned an arched bloodstain on the wall full of bullet holes.
It is no different from the other biological remains seen in this fortress so far.
Huron noticed something strange about his men.
"Is there anything special about this bloody stain?"
"This is a mark, my lord."
Kelkus walked directly to the left passage and explained to Huron how the blood stains led him to make this decision.
Everyone's clawed combat boots clicked with every step they took, accompanied by the sound of scraping metal.
"Master, you may have forgotten that this is the symbol of the Sokti War Gang."
Kelkus muttered to Huron alone on the voice channel.
"They are a group of enchantments from the Word Bearers."
"There's something interesting about these marks."
Garon Sulet suddenly interrupted. Huron knew this wizard and knew that his words must mean something.
"Tell me, wizard."
Huron's tone became more kind and smooth.
"What do you see?"
Garon Sulet pressed his hands on those marks. Although they had no souls, the possessed warriors left their testimonies in a unique way.
The bolter roared without rhythm, the charged blade slashed at the burning armor with thunder and lightning, and the boiling blood emitted hot smoke in the cold and humid air.
Life evaporated completely, and red smoke curled up and escaped from the torn ceramic steel.
Then came the icy storm, piercing into the depths of the soul——
"The empire seems to have brought untouchables with them."
"Come prepared."
Kelkus expressed his opinion, but Huron on the side did not think so.
"A naked insult."
The tyrant clenched his teeth and admitted:
"I almost admired that bastard."
At this time, he made a decision.
"Invade the communications in this star fort. I have something to say to that bastard."
In the central hall, Soshyan has been watching every move of the Huron army. However, because the internal facilities were severely damaged, as were some of the monitors, when Huron entered the peripheral area of the central center, he could not see these.
Chaos traitor.
But at least he knew where they were.
"Prepare to engage the enemy."
As he spoke, he picked up the helmet on the side and prepared to take the Honor Guard and others in the center to the battlefield.
At this time, words came from the console of the audio communication array.
"Good morning and greetings, the great Chapter Master Soshyan."
The voice was thick and hoarse, but also had a certain laziness to it. Although he didn't know who the other person was, Soshyan instinctively realized who it was most likely to be.
"Traitor, Luft Huron."
The nerves of the soldiers on the bridge immediately became tense. Except for Talos and Thor, the former didn't care and the latter didn't care.
"Ha, loyal Soshiyan Chapter Commander, although I don't know what witchcraft means you used to interfere with the fleet's communications, but the situation has reached this point, we seem to have no way out, why not, let's talk face to face.
Let’s talk and talk some sense.”
The next moment, Soshyan's laughter blended into the tense atmosphere on the bridge.
"I can understand that you are asking for an armistice? So what terms do you intend to use to achieve this armistice?"
"We need to talk about whether to cease the war or not, right? I will wait for you at the gate now, with only ten people."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, and he also felt that it would be advantageous for him to start the battle slowly, especially since he had to wait for the wailers to get into position, so it would be best if he could delay it for a while, so he said:
"Okay, me too."
After closing the communication, Soshyan modified his deployment, and then took Thor, Talos, Mark, Armin, and three Terminators to the central entrance gate.
After securing the area, they gathered in the shadows and waited.
Soon, with heavy footsteps, eleven soldiers walked out of the shadows.
The ranks of the Red Corsairs are colorful. In addition to Huron's own troops, some traitors from other legions are also involved, including even the Emperor's Children.
Even though he couldn't see his expression with the helmet on, Soshyan still noticed that when Thor saw the soldier, his original calmness immediately turned into anger.
But this anger quickly disappeared.
Luft Huron walked ahead, striding forward with each step that made the floor tremble.
The gods hate everyone - but they are all paying attention to this tyrant now. The warp whispers in the air around him. The spirits of plague and disease and the foreign objects of fickle fate fill the invisible space around him.
The halo constantly speaks to its owner of the promise of a golden future and eternal life.
Huron's body looked very uncoordinated. The injured part seemed to have shrunk, making his left and right shoulders unusually awkward.
Metal spines pierced through his skin and bones, covered with a layer of thick and dark blood, like unrefined promethium oil fuel.
And the pair of huge metal claws in his hands are even more breathtaking.
After that, he stood opposite Soshyan, and the distance between the two became more than ten meters.
Even Soshiyang, who was wearing Terminator armor, was not much taller than his opponent.
On the ground between the two war lords is a painting made of metal craftsmanship, depicting two ancient warriors armed with shields and spears fighting each other.
Soshyan must admit that the traitor standing in front of him does have the appearance of an overlord, with extraordinary bearing and aloofness from the soldiers under his command. He can even see a chain that means submission wrapped around the throats of those Chaos Space Marines. The chain's
The other end was in the clutches of Huron.
In Huron's eyes, Soshyan looked no different from the warriors around him, more like a mortal leader, the chief among equals.
"Leader of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey."
Huron raised his paw and greeted him with a gentle tone.
Soshyan responded to the enemy's words with a sincere and mocking laugh.
"Luft Huron, the Black-Hearted King, the Butcher of Badab, we finally meet."
"Indeed, if you could resist not running away every time before my army goes to destroy your army, we would have met long ago."
Soshiyang pulled up the corners of his lips, revealing his white teeth. This might be a smile.
"Yes, we ran away, fled to your den, and slaughtered your wild dog pups one by one, just like you did when you came back halfway."