On the left side of Harken is the champion swordsman Telemanon. The most profound impression on Garmozejie is his face that was skinned and then re-glued with a mask.
However, a certain signal emitted by the sword at the opponent's waist also gave him an idea of the swordsman's strength.
Between Hakon and Telemanon is the wizard lord Igthemer. He is wearing gorgeous black and blue armor, with four strange eyes flashing behind the visor. He is holding a stick with a golden Horu engraved on the top.
The scepter of the Eye of Sri.
In Garmo Zejie's field of vision, he saw the aura on Igesemmo's body rippling, rolling like a tattered shroud, and at the same time, the power of his soul was constantly gushing out.
Powerful, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is very powerful.
"The envoy of the Black-Hearted King has been waiting for you for a long time."
Following Yggethmer's greetings, Harken and Telemanon also bowed their heads slightly.
Garmozej noted the subtle observance of power, authority, and etiquette, while the scepter in Igthymer's hand meant that at this moment, he represented Abaddon, and his words represented the Warmaster.
He immediately smiled.
"Eternal Yigesemer, the Messenger of Apocalypse, and the Masked Prince, on behalf of all the soldiers under my command, I pay my highest respect to you."
Garmo Zejie's words were very calm, and the sincerity and warmth in them were clearly visible.
"This honor belongs to all of us."
Igosemo responded simply.
"The gods already know your name."
The scar on Garmozejie's mouth moved. Before he could speak, Igesemmo noticed Tubek.
"IMHO."
The former Thousand Word Wizard's voice was hoarse.
"Tubek, although the Black Legion still welcomes your arrival, I did not expect this meeting."
"Do meetings between family members and brothers need to be booked in advance? Igesemer, everyone, we must unite at this moment, right?"
"Indeed, but the message was sent in accordance with the Warmaster's will, but it did not summon you or your warband. The summons was sent to the Red Sea, but you are still wearing the armor of the old legion."
"Message? It's a pity that the gods did not bring your message to me, but the eternal wind guided me to come and appear where I am needed,"
Tubek glanced at Garmozejie.
"You need me here, don't you?"
Although Igorsemo's face was covered by a helmet, in Galmo Zejie's eyes, there was already a hint of something different in the other person's attitude.
"The Warmaster's court only welcomes those who can abandon the past."
"In his court? What makes a captain in the Great Crusade era become a king? He was not so arrogant when he was a follower of Horus."
"Exiled Tubek, do you know that your words will bring you death."
"Come on, don't give me that bad face of yours, Igesemer, you owe me a lot."
The two former Thousand Words stood face to face and exchanged sarcastic remarks.
But the surrounding Black Legion lords didn't seem to see it. After all, similar things happen often in the Legion, even among old friends.
For Chaos Space Marines, quarreling and putting on airs has almost become an art. It is used when collecting debts and cheating. In a sense, it is also a very solemn ritual.
"Okay, we're not here to argue."
Garmo Zejie raised his hand to stop Tubek's next words.
"Stop talking about this, I must go to see the Warmaster. For our victory, I must see him."
He paused, displaying a perfect balance of sincerity and humility, as if directed by the hand of a divine musician, guided by thought and humor.
"I'm here just to help him. I can help him."
It took a while for Igesemer to say a word.
"The Warmaster will be grateful for your service."
"I am also happy to contribute."
Garmo Zejie's smile was somewhat meaningful. At this time, Yi Gesemmo noticed that some more people came down from the opponent's storm birds. They had different shapes, but the same thing was that they were not wearing red pirate armor.
There is no Red Pirates logo either.
Noticing that the wizard lord was looking behind him, Garmo Zejie immediately explained:
"Some of my personal friends are also willing to serve the Warmaster."
Igesemer snorted, with a bit of contempt.
"Your friendships are really wide, with the Night Lords, the Iron Warriors, the World Eaters, the Thousand Sons... Is that person from Alpha? I have some impressions of their war gang. There are many stories about the Iron Blood Star.
Version." (These are official characters with names, so you can guess who they are~)
"Ha, you can go far if you have many friends, right?"
Later, the group entered deeper into the underground network. Under Attica, the corrosion had reached an unfathomable level. The subspace penetrated the halls and rooms. Semi-descending demons escaped from the edge of the field of vision. Mutated slaves hid in
Observe secretly in the dark.
For the rest of the journey, the people of the Black Legion had grim faces almost all the way, as if the shadows and silence made them hold their breath.
The hum of power armor and the sound of armor boots hitting the ground spread out along with the vibration of the air.
The entire Attica underground space has been repeatedly reinforced during this period of time, almost becoming a fortress. Everyone passed through the upper level and then entered the main body of the fortress below.
The smooth passage along the way was dripping with water drops from time to time. When the servitors, servants and soldiers saw everyone, they hurriedly stepped aside.
Opening the explosion-proof door, they entered the elevator and descended along the shaft supported by rusty metal.
Originally, this was just a few mine tunnels running through it, but within a year, tunnels extending in all directions were built, extending deep into the ground.
"How is the situation outside the void recently?"
Haken, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked a question when he walked out of the large elevator. At this time, they were about to enter a passage paved with plastic steel.
As soon as Garmo Zejie raised his head, he saw the weapons rack on the ceiling rotating and aiming at them. The auxiliary aiming beam illuminated his armor. After a heartbeat, the rotating weapons became silent.
"Ah, the situation is not very good. The empire's naval power has been strengthening. Although Lord Eingra Speer has been working hard, his fleet suffered too many losses in the previous naval battle. Unless the latest reinforcements are in place,
Otherwise, he and his fleet will still not be able to break through the empire’s orbital blockade.”
"Why did naval battles fail?"
"Because we didn't expect the Dark Angel to suddenly intervene."
Haken snorted lightly and said nothing more.
In front of them, at the end of the tunnel, was a yellow and black metal door. Two tall figures stood on both sides of the door. Shields the size of tank turrets were held in their piston-driven hands, while the other hand held a deterrent.
Extremely powerful broad-edged swords, their eyepieces flashed with cold green light, seemingly indifferent to everything in front of them.
In front of Abaddon's bodyguards who were wearing Gastarin Terminators, Igorthymo also had to lower his posture.
"The Warmaster will personally summon Shuron's envoy."
When Igosemo said these words, Farkus stepped out of the shadows, and a huge, deformed silhouette appeared accompanied by the low hum of armor activation.