Erquesus's battle axe was taken from a demon prince, and this thing is only kept quiet when you taste blood.
Abandoning the noise, the Chaos Lord twisted his wrist and held the handle of the axe in a more solemn posture, which was the gesture of commanding the demon to obey.
"Mr. Zhan, his eyes are long and far-reaching, but what should I use to carve a shadow in His aftermath?"
The adjutant kept silent because he knew that his superior was mostly talking to himself.
"I was wondering, would that be an opportunity? Is it because they are so close that my self-esteem has been destroyed? I have a feeling of... to this world, imagine if we can kill the pseudo-Emperor's lackeys here, what else can I say in those Slaanesian trash?"
"I know you firmly believe that the enemy has used all his strength, sir."
At this time, the adjutant's cautious voice came from behind him.
"But my advice, including the mission of the War Commander, is just an attack on the enemy's evacuation of mortals, consuming their living power, but you have invested too much."
The Chaos Lord's fist clenched the battle axe again, and the demon at the top of the handle began to bark and spit out again.
"The enemy's support troops are about to arrive. Our ambush has failed, but the outer area of the fortress has not been cleared yet. Do you really think this is worth taking risks? It seems that the enemy still has a lot of strength. We cannot determine how many reinforcements the enemy has, including the knight family in the report, or-"
Erquisos turned around.
"I told you that I could feel the cunning imperial genius singing to me. I looked into the sky and saw their faces dancing in the clouds. Are we warriors serving the blood god or cowards hiding under the skirt of Slaanes? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The knights will not arrive so quickly. The imperial reinforcements are only a mere number, and they only need to allocate some strength to stop them. There is a whole company of the knights in the fortress. What a glory it would be if they destroy them!"
"But the wizard reported-"
"I know what they said, but I don't believe in those things that have witchcraft stinking!"
Erquesus's voice did not reach the level of roaring, nor was it necessary.
The adjutant's eyes trembled, and a rustling sound was poured into his ears. The system on his armor had long been poured into the power of chaos, and they tried to retreat from the fury of the Chaos Lord.
"I've made the decision! Vajidi, leave your extra thoughts behind, and you're becoming less and less like the warrior I know!"
The adjutant bowed and accepted the rebuke, which made the Chaos Lord slowly turn back.
In his vision, he could see a pair of noises and hustle and bustle more than Chaos Space Marines and their slaves—cultists wearing suicide bomber collars, mutants and orcs from the Eye of Fear, and all kinds of traitors.
Looking at it, his thoughts gathered again.
"Initiate a full-scale attack in two hours, I need everyone to be ready, including Engine and Fearless, now, go and send the latest captives to me."
The adjutant bowed again, and when he turned around and was about to leave, a layer of fragments was scraped from the stone.
The Chaos Lord walked to the barrier and watched the slaves work hard on the city wall below. His arms were twitching, as if he had already felt the enemy's skull pulsing and struggling between his fingers.
Suddenly, a malice surged onto his back, almost making him dizzy.
"grown ups?"
Equisus was disturbed by the sound and turned around suddenly, while the top of his battle axe turned into some kind of weird insect, chirping, sounding like he was talking.
He ignored it and refocused himself.
"What did the Word of Destiny bring to us this time, Vargas?"
The warrior standing behind the Chaos Lord hesitated and did not answer immediately.
Vargas is not a wizard in the true sense. He is not as proficient in witchcraft as Thousand Sons. He was just a priest of the Word Bearer in the past, but thanks to the power of darkness, he has revealed a divining spirit, which is almost prophetic.
The variant genes given to him the Eye of the Subspace were constantly instilling vitality because of this ability, and formed an indecent lump on his forehead. Even the ceramic steel on his armor had turned into a weird obsidian texture. However, Equisus had long been used to the throbbing and rolling between the corners of the Vargas helmet.
Although the Chaos Lord did not like wizards, he appreciated and reused Vargas' abilities.
"Sir, I have no way to reveal too many tangible words, but in my vision, I see shadows and echoes in the corners, and I will interpret them for you... You know, you cannot count too much for the demon."
"I have the patience to explain these shadows and echoes."
"Since we first landed, I have been observing the essence of this world. It has a texture that I teach myself to identify. With the grace of the power of darkness, I have captured some ripples, some invisible things dancing outside of sight, I don't know how to explain... Imagine a figure standing in the place where the fire is attained, so that sometimes its form will be touched by the fire..."
"I think I understand."
Erquisus had never noticed his own tension until he felt the trembling of his armor as he tried to pose in a comfortable position, with the creaking of his joints.
"Sir, I must boldly speculate that there is a net of conspiracy opening. I vaguely see the figures formed by the minds of the conspirators when they gather, and feel... there is a crack in my vision. I originally thought it was the gate of subspace here, but then I realized that this was not, it was opening and closing, and it was full of unknowns..."
He stopped his words as Erquisus clasped his fist and bent it.
"Foreshadowing...this is foreshadowing!"
Just as he was about to speak again, the adjutant's call came from the communicator.
"Sir, the troops are ready."
Erquisus then left the wall and came to the highest point of the settlement, which was the second time he looked down on the rows of helmets today.
The Chaos Lord leaned forward and looked down at the bright eyes of the crowded cultists and mutants below, but this time, his thoughts and words were particularly clear.
"Hold the weapons tightly, I will lead you at this moment. Today, Abaddon's hunting group is about to fight bloody battles!"
Half an hour later, the Chaos Lord Equisus led more than 1,000 Chaos Space Marines and tens of thousands of cultists and mutants to use the underground passage to move invisibly, and launched a fierce attack on Fortress No. 7, which was defended by the Second Company of the Star Knights, at a speed of lightning. At this time, there were more than 150,000 residents in the fortress who had not been evacuated.
In the end, there were only two roads left before the second company commander Ustad:
Give up the fortress, choose to evacuate decisively, and leave the residents alone.
Or, defend until reinforcements arrive.
But the task given to him by Soshiyan Alexey, the commander of the Star Knight War, was-