Garmo Zejie looked at the enchanted warrior and noticed the two souls entangled in him. This was very rare, because enchantment usually meant that one soul defeated the other.
Farkus glanced at Galmo Zejie with cold eyes, and then Tubek and his entourage behind him.
"He's the only one."
Farkus's thick voice sounded like two people speaking at the same time.
"certainly."
Garmo Zejie nodded and turned to look at Tubek.
"You guys wait outside."
As the door opened, the sound of metal collisions continued. The metal partitions peeled off layer by layer, and the blocked passages were opened.
After standing in silence for a while, Garmo Zejie walked in under the leadership of three people.
The light from the screens, projections, and monitors makes the place not very dark. Rows after rows of machines, as well as data racks connected to the servitors, form a ring, surrounding the circular groove in the center.
Numbers and symbols scroll continuously on the screen or projection.
The Great Reaver, leader of the Black Legion, and Warmaster Abaddon stood in the middle, bathed in cold light. Four Chaos Lords in black armor stood around, like silent statues.
Abaddon ignored the approach of the outsider. His armor shone with a cold luster, as if a layer of black metallic grease was swimming on the surface. His eyes were like light spots shining in the dark, constantly looking at the flowing data and ever-changing data.
Battlefield situation map.
After bringing the people here, Igesemer didn't say anything, but just silently stepped aside.
At this moment, Garmo Zejie was left standing.
"Warmaster, I am Garmo Zejie, the messenger of the Black Heart King. I salute you."
Although the other party ignored him at all, he was not angry either. He just stood quietly, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes looking at his nose, and his nose looking at his heart.
About two minutes later, the big predator snorted and turned around.
"Tell me what Xiulun wants you to convey."
Galmo Zejie, who was like an old monk in trance, raised his head slightly and replied calmly:
"The Black-Hearted King said that he will try his best to create more trouble for the empire in order to coordinate your actions."
Abaddon did not reply immediately, but moved the sharp claws on his hands with an ambiguous attitude, making a slight clicking sound.
Then he waved his hands with contempt and said:
"I understand. Now that I've finished speaking, you can leave."
But Garmo Zejie did not move.
"Warmaster, although I am new to this place, in my opinion, the situation of the battle may not be favorable."
As soon as he spoke, a sneer came from not far away.
"A country bumpkin who doesn't know where he comes from actually dares to talk here. Make no mistake, we are not the rabble like the Red Pirates!"
The speaker was Dram Korda, the lord of the Sons of Cruelty. When he sneered, most of the other lords of the Black Legion responded with low laughter.
However, Garmo Zejie remained calm-faced, and Abaddon did not show any expression, at least he looked at the Red Pirate envoy in front of him with interest.
His attitude already indicated something, so Garmo Zejie continued:
"Although our army still has a certain numerical advantage at present, the empire is very likely to increase its troops in the future. If the war continues for a long time, the disadvantage will only become greater and greater. In addition, part of Equessos is besieged, and the enemy commander, or rather
Soshyan's idea is very simple, forcing our army to fight him in the wild at the most unfavorable time, so that we can maximize their orbital advantage, and our army will lose the geographical advantage, but if we don't save it, we can destroy Equisos
One piece can also seriously damage the morale of our army."
Abaddon's lips curved into a playful smile.
"Then tell me, should I save him or not?"
"It should be saved. Our army is now like a trapped beast. If we don't save it, the soldiers may lose the courage to fight against the trapped beast and their will to fight will also be shaken."
"Did Xiulun ask you to say these words?"
"No, my personal will."
"oh?"
Only then did Abaddon look at him.
The two people's eyes met, and for a moment, Garmo Zejie had to do his best to suppress himself from trying to escape, but his instinct screamed to him of danger - the Warmaster's eyes were like dead stars, cold and dead.
, full of destruction.
Then, Abaddon withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and played with the sharp claws in his hands.
"I've heard stories about you and your men, Soul Drinker... Well, you seem to be very familiar with that Soshyan Alexey?"
"Can't talk about it."
Although his expression was very calm, when Galmo Zejie said these words, he held his hands tightly.
Of course, all this cannot escape Abaddon's sight.
"He is just the person I want to kill the most."
"So you took the initiative to petition Xiulun for this mission?"
"yes."
Abaddon looked at him for a while, then suddenly let out a burst of hearty laughter, which shook the entire underground space.
"Okay, I like hatred, and I like souls that contain hatred even more! Because hatred can give people great power... So Sarboton, tell me what you think."
After receiving Abaddon's appreciation, Garmozejie showed moderate joy, and then said in a deep voice:
"Warmaster, Soshyan's previous arrangement to save the planet's residents was obviously a trap, a smoke bomb to attract our troops to harass. The ultimate goal was to trick some unbearable lords into taking the bait. Now his goal has been achieved.
But the planet residents who were rescued by him did not evacuate the planet and are still on the planet's surface, which is worth pondering."
Garmo Zejie said, raised his hand and pointed at the strategic map.
"Those refugees are in the camp in the Red Sand Mountains. What does this mean? In the past, the empire treated those residents who came into contact with the subspace. I believe you all know it. And this time the Gray Knights also participated in the war. What is their style? I think they will fight
Shuai also knows very well, so do these refugees not want to evacuate the planet, or are they unable to evacuate the planet?"
Abaddon looked back at the map, his expression gradually turning into a frowning state of thought.
"What does this have to do with the war situation?"
Drum Korda's voice was still contemptuous.
"Of course there is. The Warmaster should have heard about the turmoil of the first Battle of Armageddon. When it comes to dealing with refugees, it is difficult for most Astartes chapters to agree with the Inquisition's ideas. Therefore, both sides are very worried.
It is easy for conflicts to break out, and those refugees are the powder keg that set off the Gray Knights and several war groups... I guess the refugees are still on the planet and have not been evacuated. It should be the Inquisition that is exerting pressure, but Asta
The special operations group is still there, and they can't take action, so they can only place it on the planet and wait for the post-war cleanup."
"You are all——"
"Don't interrupt, Sarboton, be specific."
Abaddon interrupted Lord Sons of Cruelty and looked at Garmozej with a serious expression.