Garmozejie looked at the enchanted warrior and noticed the two souls entangled in his body, which was very rare, because enchanting usually means one soul defeated the other.
Fakus's eyes swept coldly over Garmozej, then Tubek and his entourage behind him.
"He's the only one."
Fakus' muddy voice was like two people talking at the same time.
"certainly."
Garmozeger nodded and turned to look at Tubek.
"You guys are waiting outside."
As the door opened, the sound of metal collision continued to sound, the metal partitions peeled off layer after layer, and the barrier channels were opened.
After standing silent for a while, Garmozejie walked in under the guidance of the three of them.
The screen, full-frame projection, and the light from the monitor makes it look dark. Rows of machines and data racks connected by the servants are in a ring shape, surrounding the circular grooves in the center.
Numbers and symbols are constantly scrolling on the screen or projection.
The Great Raider, the leader of the Black Legion, and the general of the war Abdon stood in the middle, bathed in the cold light, and four Chaos lords in black armor stood around, like statues of silence.
Abaddon ignored the approaching of outsiders. His armor shone with a cold luster, as if a layer of black metal oil was swimming on the surface. His eyes were like light spots lit up in the dark, constantly judging the flowing data and the changing battlefield situation chart.
After taking the person here, Igosermo didn't say anything, but just retreated silently.
This time, Garmozejie was left in place.
"Mr. War, I am Garmozejie, the messenger of the Black Heart King, and I pay tribute to you."
Although the other party ignored him at all, he was not angry. He just stood quietly, his head slightly lowered, his eyes were slightly observing his nose, and his nose was observing his heart.
About two minutes later, the Great Raider snorted and turned around.
"Say it, what do Xiulun wants you to convey."
Garmozejie, who was like an old monk entering into meditation, raised his head slightly and replied calmly:
"The Black Heart King said that he would do his best to create more trouble for the empire to support the actions of the Lord."
Abaddon did not reply immediately, but instead moved the sharp claws on his hands with an ambiguous attitude, making a slight clicking sound.
Then he waved his hand with a contemptuous attitude and said:
"I understand. Since you have finished speaking, you can step down."
But Garmozejie did not move.
"Mr. Zhan, although I first arrived here, in my opinion, the situation of the battle may be unfavorable."
As soon as he said something, a sneer came from not far away.
"A country bumpkin who doesn't know where he came from, dares to talk big here. Don't make a mistake, we are not the mobs of the Red Pirates!"
The person who spoke was Drum Corda, the Lord of the Cool Son. When he sneered, most of the lords of the Black Legion also responded with low laughter.
Garmozejie still remained calm, and Abaddon did not express anything, at least looking at the Red Pirate messenger in front of him with interest.
His attitude had already shown something, so Garmozejie continued:
"Although our army still has a certain number of advantages at present, the possibility of the empire's subsequent increase in troops is very high. The disadvantage will only increase if the long battle continues. In addition, the enemy commander, or Soshiyan, is surrounded, and the idea is very simple. Force our army to fight him in the field at the most unfavorable time. This can maximize the use of their orbital advantages, while our army will lose its territorial advantage. But if we do not rescue, destroying the Equisus unit can also seriously damage our morale."
A playful smile appeared on the corner of Abaddon's mouth.
"Then do you think you should save me?"
"It should be saved. Our army is like a trapped beast now. If we don't rescue, the soldiers will probably lose the courage to fight the trapped beasts and their fighting will be shaken."
"Are these words Xiulun asked you to say?"
"No, my personal will."
"oh?"
It was not until then that Abaddon looked at him in front of him.
The two of them met with each other. For a moment, Garmozejie had to do his best to suppress himself from trying to escape, but instinctively screamed and told him the danger - Zhan Shuai's eyes were as cold and silent as dead stars, full of destruction.
Then, Abaddon withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to play with the sharp claws in his hand.
"I've heard stories about you and your men, the Soul Drinker... Well, you seem to be familiar with that Soshyan Alexey?"
“Not arguably.”
Although his expression was very calm, Garmozejie held his hands tightly when he was saying these words.
Of course, all this cannot escape Abaddon's sight.
"He's 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, and suddenly let out a hearty laugh, which made the entire underground space shaking.
"Okay, I like hatred, and I prefer the soul that contains hatred! Because hatred can give people powerful power... Then Salt Baldon, tell me what you think."
After receiving Abaddon's praise, Garmozejie showed moderate joy and then said in a deep voice:
"Shiyang's previous arrangement to save the planetary residents was obviously a trap, a smoke bomb, which attracted our army to harass. The ultimate goal was to lure some unbearable lords to take the bait. Now his goal has been achieved, but those planetary residents rescued by him did not withdraw from the planet and were still on the planet's ground, which is very interesting."
Garmozejie said, raising his hand and pointing at the strategic map.
"What does this mean? In the past, the empire treated the residents who had contacted subspace. I believe everyone knew it. And this time the Grey Knights also participated in the war. I believe the Zhanshen also knew their style. So, do these refugees do not want to withdraw from the planet or cannot withdraw from the planet?"
Abaddon looked back at the map, and his expression gradually turned into a state of thought with a slightly frown.
"What does this have to do with the situation?"
Dram Korda's voice remained contemptuous.
"Of course, the war commander should have heard of the first storm of the Battle of Amydodon. When it comes to refugees, it is difficult for most Astarts to agree with the concept of the Inquisition, so it is easy for the two sides to clash. Those refugees are the powder kegs that detonate the Grey Knight and several war teams... I guess the refugees are still on the planet and have not evacuated. It should be the Inquisition that is putting pressure on them, but the Astarts are still there and they cannot take action, so they can only place them on the planet first and wait for the post-war cleaning."
"You are all--"
"Don't interrupt, Salbodong, let's be more specific."
Abaddon interrupted the Lord of the Cool Son and looked at Garmozejie with a serious expression.