"My lord, I'm afraid we still can't confirm that they are the Astral Knights. Their motives are still unknown. Going from such a distant place to an unfamiliar location to attack a fleet that is completely unaware of the situation is something that no normal person would do."
Garon Surlet has always been Huron's right-hand man and think tank. As soon as he opened his mouth, many champions started clamoring, thinking that Sarpedon was being alarmist and trying to get a chance to perform.
Sarpedon just smiled slightly and responded calmly:
"We will know the truth as soon as we see it."
Garon Sulet's hazy eyes sank slightly, and then nodded.
"Okay, it seems you have made some preparations."
Huron took Sarpedon and Garon Sulet to a small temple of the Ghost of Destruction, and sent the others away, letting them perform their duties without caring about their surprise and curiosity.
The Ghost of Destruction was a great and powerful flagship, and they spent some time traveling through the proving grounds and ritual chambers. In the arena, rows of red pirates were honing their combat skills - these were Huron's.
Private soldiers are different from those stragglers.
Here, in every space, chaos is everywhere.
Scriptures were carved on the bulkheads and support ribs, and wet human skins and bones were placed on the lampstands and supports. The entire ship was soaked in evil and fanaticism.
This ship was once called the Brave Warrior, a ship dedicated to the Emperor, but now it is almost a temple, and all the Emperor's statues have been smashed and driven out of the corridors.
Soon, the three of them arrived at a narrow and high room.
It's like a canyon of steel, where some inferior psykers called Immolators live. They are placed in glass bubbles within the walls. Each bubble is oxygenated by a huge life support system.
and nutrients.
The wretches, huddled and naked, twitching from the force contained in their swollen, torn skulls, looked as if they were in a dream.
Because the eyes and mouth are closed, some people appear to have no facial features at all, and their bodies no longer need to breathe, eat, or experience the outside world.
While Huron was checking the vital signs on the screen in the center of the room, the pharmacists in charge around him bowed deeply to their master, while other servants knelt down silently before him.
"Get up, is everything ready?"
Huron directed the question to Sarpedon.
The former Soul Drinker Think Tank looked at the data on the screen, turned to his master and nodded.
"It's time to start."
Sarpedon then ordered his subordinates to activate the programs connected to the sacrificial blisters, and Huron, without further instructions, left Sarpedon to carry out his task.
Soon, the sacrificers inside the wall started to move, as if this dream turned into a nightmare.
Sarpedon appeared on the highest altar, with four arms raised high - this was the second mutation that occurred to him two years ago.
"I have placed an eye in Plaid's fleet, and we will see what it sees."
As he exerted his power, a window of destiny opened to Huron.
For a moment, he left the Ghost of Destruction and arrived on the Deathblade, but he could feel the entire ship panicking.
He saw fire, men and women burning, thousands sacrificed on the altar of hope called Victory, they became ghosts in his mind, their penitent souls greedily devoured by twisted souls,
Then disperse into atoms until only remnants remain.
Death awaits this ship.
The certainty of this fact gradually calmed him down.
soon,
The vista changed, and Huron's thoughts passed beyond the Deathblade and into the churning abyss.
When a new scene appeared, a huge ship appeared faintly in the fog.
The ship is so huge, like an angry city, with thousands of cannon muzzles opening like mouths on its sides, as well as glowing large-caliber laser arrays, and deadly tongues spitting out
The flight deck of the boat.
And the golden eagle emblem on its bow was so dazzling that it even hurt Huron's soul.
Then he saw the ship's name, and its abominable symbol.
Eternal Loyalty!
It is terrifying, a monstrosity of light gray and gold, yet its majestic beauty outweighs any aesthetic flaws.
Huron traveled further across the ocean and through false reality.
As his mind expanded, he could taste the waves of the ether, whose endless cries and the coldness of the abyss even kept calling him to go deeper.
His sanity was stung, and panic surged toward him like a flood.
Huron knew that the warp wanted to tear his mind into pieces,
It showed him a vision of destruction, with Badab's hive burning and his Chapter being flung into the Warp.
In another scene, he kneels before a throne, where a gray figure stands proudly.
Having dealt with the power of chaos for a long time, he knew what these illusions were. This was not only a hint of madness, but also something more sinister and aggressive.
The Black-Hearted King was a man of decisive mind, and this illusion could not shake him. Huron sneered and formed his own image in his mind.
It glowed with scarlet light, and just like following a searchlight to a safe harbor, Huron used himself to guide himself away from the clutches of the subspace.
He finally came out and saw that Sarpedon had exhausted all his will and strength and collapsed on the floor, his cheek pressed against the metal, breathing hard.
"call--"
With a long sigh, Garon Sulet also walked out of the confused scene.
The wizard glanced at Huron, and then said softly:
"It's true. Prayed's fleet has probably been killed by the Astral Knights. They have a powerful battleship that we don't know about."
"Yes, they are finished."
Sarpedon got up from the ground and said with a smile, and then looked up at the central display screen. When the shocking numbers scrolled past the life signals of all the sacrificers, he showed almost no expression.
mood.
He even looked thoughtful rather than triumphant.
"Are they still alive?"
Huron glanced at the crystal cabin and saw that the sacrificers inside were motionless.
"They are all dead. If the next Phantom succession is to take place, a new batch of psykers will be needed."
"What will be provided to you will always be available in the future."
Huron's answer was brief.
"But before that, you will be awarded a fleet, Sarpedon."
Sarpedon, who had already guessed this development, bent down and asked humbly:
"Where is the destination?"
"Go to the Pandora galaxy, teach the Astral Knights a lesson, and find a way to pull Abaddon away. We must fulfill that damn promise, even if some changes occur in the process... I know that you and Soshiyan are old acquaintances
I must know how to deal with him. Originally, I planned to ask you to burn down his lair, but since the Astral Knights dared to come out in full force, it means that preparations have been made. Maybe the Suffering Alliance will join forces with the gatekeeper now
He's just standing there like a dog, so I won't put any effort into it. I'll solve the immediate trouble first, and then I'll have plenty of time to settle the accounts with him."
"Understood, my lord."
"If you can bring back the head of Soshyan's wild dog, I will give you an unimaginable reward."
When he said this, Huron's tone could no longer conceal his anger and murderous intent.
Sarpedon just nodded slightly and remained silent.