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Having said this, Huron said no more, turned around and gave an order to his adjutant that puzzled everyone.
"Give this bastard his weapons and equipment back, and send him where he came from."
"I don't want to disobey, but...I can't understand..."
"Do as I say."
Huron sent away his lieutenants.
Soon the set of weapons and equipment was brought into the arena and thrown in front of Sefro.
It was a set of black armor with a cross on a white background.
Belongs to the Black Templars.
Huron suddenly realized why Sevro had escaped into the maelstrom.
The Black Templars hate psykers, hate mutants, hate... Anyway, there is almost nothing they don't hate. They will only use psykers blessed by the Emperor, namely Navigators and Astropaths. There is no think tank in the chapter. of.
A half-awakened psychic warrior has not even been trained to become a think tank. If he does not run away quickly, he will be secretly executed by the battle group.
Sefro looked at his armor, hesitating whether to put it on, and also wondering why Huron did this.
"As far as I know, another warband's squad is looting the world you want to protect, because they resist taxes and the red pirates will no longer protect them." Huron looked down at Sefro, "But, go back. If you can drive away the plunderers alive, I will appoint you as the lord of that world. Those mortals who protect you will still have to pay taxes, but at least they will not be slaughtered for not kneeling."
After hearing this, Sefro was still doubtful.
Until Huron's adjutant walked up to Sefro and gritted his teeth and said: "You heard what he said, get out of here, get on the ship that escorts you, and wait for it to send you back to face other war gangs." If you are a person, we will know whether you are just a sharp talker or whether you really have two brushes."
Sefro immediately put on his armor and walked out towards the open door of the arena.
Huron did keep his word, and no one pursued Sefro until he walked to the corridor leaving the Blackstone Fortress.
Before leaving completely, Sephro saluted Huron: "I hope to be of service to you in the future."
"Go back where you came from. If you continue to be as stupid as before, then you probably won't be able to survive in the hands of another warband team." Huron held his head high and looked down upon Sefro, his voice Echoed in the arena, "Then you probably won't have the honor of serving me."
Sefro nodded, saluted again and turned to leave.
Huron looked at everyone in the arena and warned in a cold voice: "How many times have I told you not to massacre just because of trivial matters? Who will hand over food to you when everyone is dead? Do you want to fight with other war gangs?" Are you going to fight to the death for a little fresh water and food?"
The red pirate warriors lowered their heads.
Carlos waited for Huron to finish dealing with the current matter before asking Huron: "Can we continue the conversation?"
"I know what happened in Cadia. You did almost nothing and were almost exiled by the Soulless Legion. You alone may not be able to intercept the original body." Huron felt that Carlos' plan was not feasible.
Carlos's lying head is a pure lie, but what the truth-telling head says is absolutely true. But even if it is true, the power of the Lord of Changes has increased unprecedentedly due to the changes in the universe, that does not mean that Carlos Los can wield the power of its master in the maelstrom.
Furthermore, the reputation of Carlos, the blue-feathered two-headed chicken, is not very good either.
It would be boring if the Primarch really came and Carlos ran away halfway.
"Not only will I carry out the will of the Lord of Change, but there is another person." Carlos said, "A primarch with powerful magic and the ability to manifest in the material universe."
"Magnus?" Huron raised an eyebrow.
Carlos shook his head and nodded.
"What good will it do to me after this is done?"
"Knowledge." Carlos stared at Huron with both heads. "The knowledge you dream of, about the Tyronian warships."
Huron was not someone who was easily persuaded. He continued to ask Carlos: "You will let me know how to build a battleship with a physical shield that can not sail from the subspace and can teleport people to any place on the planet at will. Bar?"
"Of course!" One of Carlos' heads responded immediately, but the other head said contradictory words, "It's not that easy. At most, I can help you learn how to transplant the shield device. As for the dimension engine... for you Entering the dimensional space is ten thousand times more dangerous than entering the highest sky. And for you, isn’t the most tempting thing the Macragge’s Glory?”
"Just the transplanted shield and the Macragge's Glory are enough." Huron nodded in agreement. He had a big plan.
The most critical aspects of this plan are the Blackstone Fortress and the energy shield, both of which are indispensable.
In the future that Carlos saw, Huron agreed to his conditions, but this still made him feel lucky and excited.
Huron, the Black-Hearted King.
The Chaos Lord of the Red Corsairs Warband, Lord of the Maelstrom, an ambitious leader who hopes to replace Abaddon as Warmaster.
His strength is fully worthy of his ambition.
The Red Corsairs Warband is a warband in name only, but in fact it has the size of a legion. Various Chaos Space Marines from different origins are impressed by the charisma of the Lord of the Red Pirates and are willing to be loyal to him. There is also a huge Red Pirates fleet... This is completely another dark army.
In some aspects Huron is better than Abaddon, and his reputation is also better. At least he will not deceive his good brother out of his pants.
Carlos believes that with the help of Huron in this operation, he will be able to capture the Primarch No. 13.
"Guilliman is a primarch who is good at fighting." Huron pointed at Carlos's chest. "If you want to take him down, you'd better find some way other than strategic planning."
"Of course." Carlos waved the Staff of Tomorrow, "I will make a ritual, you just need to help me."
Huron nodded, he could think of what rituals and help Carlos was talking about.
Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people are used as ritual materials to turn several imperial worlds on the edge of the maelstrom into demon worlds, so that the dark gods who have power in the subspace can have more influence on the material universe.
There is nothing wrong with this. Badab no longer belongs to him, and the mortals who have not followed him into the maelstrom should have a tragic experience.
Chapter 337 Demon World
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Two weeks later.
Edge of the Maelstrom, Krakow Galaxy.
The gravitational field in the galaxy changed, and a dimensional rift appeared in the orbit of the demon world, from which an entire Ultramar fleet sailed out.
Guilliman himself and all the higher-ups in the fleet were aboard the Macragge's Glory.
Through the porthole, Guilliman could see his fleet and the demonic world close at hand.
It's almost right next to the weird scarlet planet that's blackened and has mountain lines that look like eyes.
The huge hulls of the Macragge's Glory and the Friendship would cause abnormalities on the planet, but everything is normal now. It can be seen that the laws of physics cannot stabilize the subspace in the Maelstrom.
"The Dimension Engine is in good condition."
"Recharging in progress."
"We will leave the maelstrom in three minutes."
A series of routine reports sounded in the bridge.
Although they were in the maelstrom at this time, the atmosphere in the bridge was not solemn and everyone was quite happy, including Greyfax, who was not happy to ride on the dimension engine ship.
There is chaos in the maelstrom, and it is difficult to get out of the maelstrom smoothly without a guide, but now due to the existence of the dimension engine, the entire fleet jumps directly from one side of the maelstrom to the other side, close to the edge.
You only need to wait three more minutes to completely escape from the maelstrom, and the road to Terra will be smooth and smooth without any obstacles.
"The Tyrone stuff is really easy to use. We got here faster than expected, saving at least a few months of time." The captain walked up to Guilliman and reported to him.
At this time, the navigator is not around, so the captain can tell the truth without being restrained by human feelings.
"Scan this world." Guilliman looked towards the demonic world outside the porthole.
"Augury or scanner?"
"This is a maelstrom, use it all."
After a few words of conversation, the captain immediately ordered the auspicious device and scanner to be activated.
Macragge's Flair and Friendship simultaneously released detection waves into the daemon world below.
The results of the scanner showed that the subspace energy of this world was explosive, and there were still some people in the imperial concept, not mutated or contaminated, but only a handful.
The results returned by the auspicious omen showed that the demon world was completely silent, but the scan readings similar to the concept of subspace energy were not very high. After all, this was the edge of the maelstrom, not the center of it.
"The Dimension Engine is ready." A crew member reported loudly.
But Guilliman did not order to leave immediately. Instead, he ordered the friendship industrial ship to conduct a deep scan of a fixed area of the demon world.
The Mechanicus priest who controlled the industrial ship immediately adjusted the data of the scanner device and adjusted it to command scanning mode.
Another detection wave was released, and a holographic projection appeared in the center of the bridge.
The holographic imaging device is quickly modeling based on the data from the industrial ship, showing a picture of a certain area on the surface.
A group of people were struggling to hold on in a fortress that had several holes blown out on the surface of the planet.
Outside the fortress is an army of countless mutants and freaks.
The technological level of this demon world is not high. It seemed to be a feudal world before. The soldiers here did not hold laser guns, but cold weapons and a small number of flintlock guns.
Guilliman read the auspicious readings again and judged that the maelstrom was spreading outward. This demonic world was still normal a week ago.
"We should leave, my lord," the captain said.
Guilliman nodded, it was indeed time to leave.
There are still many corroded worlds like this, and there are still many people suffering. The Ultramar fleet is not here to fight, and it should not stay here too long.
But just as Guilliman was about to give the order to activate the dimensional engine, many images suddenly emerged in his mind.
The demon world has become a hell on earth, where the survivors live a life worse than pigs and dogs. They either work as slaves for mutants or gather to resist, but this resistance often lasts less than a day.
As far as the Primarch's brain and vision could imagine, all the tragic events were happening every minute and every second.
Guilliman could deduce the general situation of the demon world without sending out reconnaissance troops to check.
At the same time Guilliman's heart was questioning him.
"You want to save this empire? But you can't even help the people close at hand. What you say and want to do sounds very grand, but for individual humans, it may be empty talk."
"Everyone here will die soon after you leave. They won't think that just a few minutes ago, two sector-sized fleets just arrived in the galaxy. They only need to send out a combat team. Kill all the enemies armed with cold weapons, or carve out a bloody path to rescue the survivors."
In just two seconds, the original body's demigod thoughts made him think of many things.
The current state of the Empire, the journey to Terra, the survivors close at hand...
Guilliman was tortured by his own mind and began to feel anxious and tormented.
At the moment, this matter is no longer a question of saving or not saving the survivors, it is being continuously added value by Guilliman and linked to his own responsibility.
Guilliman couldn't even be sure whether it was his own mind questioning him, or whether he was under the influence of psychic energy in the Maelstrom area... When he thought it was the latter, he felt like he was escaping, and even began to think about whether he was really pregnant. Responsibility, or hypocrisy just to maintain the image of a savior in the eyes of others.
The primarch's brain is like a computer, and the thought of whether to save people is like a calculation program, which is always looping in if and eles statements.
"Maybe I'm under psychic influence?"