Once upon a time, Tubaker and Aliman joined forces just to save their corps on the verge of breaking and to free their blood brothers from the suffering of mutation. At that time, they were so pure and regretless, and they completely ignored their personal future.
Qianzi suddenly remembered a proverb from Gutera: Time is like a chainsaw sword, ruthlessly slaughtering everyone, making them unable to return to their original appearance.
"What are you going to do?"
The two finally entered the living room behind the bridge.
Several senior members of the War Gang were already waiting there, and Salperdon picked up a glass of spirits brewed from the blood of the Spirits on the table and drank it all.
"Although we don't know the specific situation, the Snow Lotus Blade should be on Pai Shang Star. Therefore, our main purpose this time is not to conflict with the Knights of the Star Realm, but to go to Pai Shang Star as soon as possible to find the Snow Lotus Blade."
"It's not easy to control that place now."
"So we must help the War Commander win this battle, at least one naval battle."
As he said, Salperdon removed the arm armor from his extra two arms, revealing his blue skin.
Tubaker glanced at the pair of thick blue arms and smiled:
"The Second Legion's Chasin technique is really magical, and I want to practice it."
Salperdon smiled slightly and handed a full glass of wine to the other side.
"If I hadn't practiced this technique with the blood of the Second Legion, it would have only become a Chaos Egg soon."
The reason why Salperdon grew a pair of arms was closely related to the Cashin technique he practiced.
This is a strange secret technique recorded in the Second Legion's holy relic "The Secret Book of the Pupa", created by their primordial body in the last stage of life.
As the first primordial body to come into contact with the Chaos gods, the Second Legion Primordial body began to think about the essence of the power of chaos after the fall, and imagined using a body to accommodate the power of the four gods at the same time, and finally created the art of Chasin with incredible intelligence.
This secret technique consists of a series of rituals, sacrifices and matching sacrificial tools. Each time a divine power is contained, a pair of arms and a face will be added. When practicing to the extreme, the power of blessings from the four gods can be gathered in the body without any conflict, and will become the true eternal divine choice.
Although the Second Legion's Primarch did not make the last step, the possibility was preserved.
It was precisely because Salperdon saw his infinite potential that he took the risk of practicing this technique, because once achieved, he could become an existence that surpassed Abaddon and even surpassed the former Horus.
But to truly practice the art of Chaxin, the original weapon, the Snow Lotus Blade, is essential. It can not only reconcile the chaotic power of conflict, but also an important sacrificial weapon for many rituals.
This is also the real reason why Salperdon pursues the Snow Lotus Blade.
"Garmozejie, I just heard a message-"
Suddenly, a soldier came over and approached Salperdon, and then whispered a few words.
Garmozejie is the new name Salpodon gave him, and his title as the acting commander of the legion. It comes from the destroyed mother star of the Second Legion. (They will be called Garmozejie from now on)
Tubek looked at the two of them with a wine glass curiously and whispered, then the soldier walked away.
"Garmozejie, what happened?"
"It's nothing, but Hong Suo started to argue after knowing that I was appointed as the fleet commander, saying that I was not worthy of this appointment, but the Black Heart King had already pressed him down."
"It's that stupid pig, no wonder, I haven't seen anyone with an IQ of over 50 in the Iron Warriors. Oglin is smarter than them in some occasions."
"I won't talk about him anymore, Brother Tubeck, what do you say about the people you asked you to contact a few days ago?"
Tubeck put it down and took out a piece of parchment paper and opened it for Garmozejie to show it.
"I have contacted all the twelve people you want to contact one by one. Eight people are willing to join, but they all have some conditions. The other three directly refused, and one is considering it."
Garmozejie glanced at the text on it, and some of the names and corresponding requirements were clearly written on it - he invited people who he thought were capable, mostly lone wolf or small war gangs, so most of them were warships or material supplements, and occasionally a few of them needed heretic knowledge or psychic treasures.
"The one you are considering is Prince Thorn?"
"Ah, it's the skin addict. His war gang has not recovered after being severely injured by the man-eating shark, so he brought more than a dozen people to do odd jobs under Abaddon."
"What is he thinking about?"
"This guy offended a very powerful demon for some reason. Now he is being chased as soon as he enters the Asian space. He is looking for someone who can help him solve the problem, but you also know that this is a thankless thing. The demon is very revenge. If he cannot be dealt with directly, there will be endless troubles."
Garmozejie thought for a while, then said to Tubek:
"Tell him I can help him solve the problem."
Tubaker was stunned for a moment.
"Are you serious?"
"It's just a demon of all sizes. As long as I get the Snow Lotus Blade back, I won't be afraid even if the big demon comes."
"Okay, I'll tell him."
After a moment of silence, Tubaker suddenly said softly:
"I shouldn't have asked about this, but I still want to know what you plan to retrieve the Snow Lotus Blade?"
Garmozejie drank the last sip of wine in the cup and asked casually:
"Brother, what kind of person do you think Huron is?"
"It's too important to gain or lose, it's a vulgar and has no ambitions. It only thinks about its own small kingdom, but it can't achieve success."
Garmozejie nodded.
"Yes, he actually has nothing to do with those mobs. Those so-called warriors are fighting for rewards. In addition to being called merchants, what else can such a person claim to be?"
"So you're going to throw him away?"
"I need to choose a real partner, an ally with a long-term vision and knowing that the Galaxy will change in the future."
Toubek frowned.
"Although Abaddon is powerful, he also means he is very strong. He will only regard you as a servant and servant, not an ally. Years of smooth sailing have long made him accustomed to manipulating everything, and he is even so arrogant that he does not take the Primrose into consideration."
"Abaddon is superstitious about his own power, not even the true power of chaos, and we will embrace the true power."
Garmozejie said mockingly, "Share you know," he said, "
"When he uses us, we will also use him. Since he is used to bathing in glory, let him shelter us from the wind and rain first. After all, Huron's anger is not so easy to bear."
"Yes, it depends on your next plan, but how do you convince the rest of the fleet? Huron sent several of his confidants, and obviously he was not stupid either."
Garmozejie smiled coldly and wrapped his four arms around his chest.
"The heart-control technique in the secret script will make them surrender. As long as they control most of the people, there will be a few dead tough guys who will not be able to make a comeback."
Huron probably never thought that the commander he appointed had already begun to consider how to betray him.