While the Wraith restrooms aside, mortal servants diligently wipe the tyrant's claws, while the owner of the horrific weapon clings to the luxurious weave and enjoys the service he deserves.

The King of Black Hearts looked at his pet and said to himself.

"I know, you think I'm giving Viengar too much power? It's okay, because I already feel that this battle will definitely be lost. ”

"When the battleship fails in the Void battle, the wind has already changed, and if you want to take over this world, you must follow a more robust approach."

"Huh? You ask me why I let Vinegar continue to work? Hmm—" The Blackheart King pondered for a moment.

"It's important to make young people feel like they've failed." He replied to himself, but for the Blackheart King who could be the leader of the warband, there was no doubt about the potential of Vengar, but as a commander, he was still too young.

However, Huron knew very well that he could not just throw this in the face of his arrogant warriors, which would only cause him to rebel against his family, just like the empire today.

His body was the wreckage of machinery, sorcery, and mutations, but his head was still clear and nimble, and he knew exactly what was going on and what his men needed.

This attitude was also contagious to his judgment of Chaos, and even though the Blackheart King was so close to those Chaos Destroying Powers that he could even reach within reach, he had only used his gifts a handful of times.

Huron is well aware of the nature of chaos, they will give gifts, when you accept them you will like them, and ask for more, but the price is hidden, and when you react, you can no longer extricate yourself, and find that your power is just someone else's whim, something that will be pumped out at some point.

And he had an even lower opinion of Abaddon, there was no doubt that the Warlord had countless close deals with the power of Chaos Destruction, and that was the reason for his failure, when the power of Chaos left his body, he was a real waste!

It is also because the Blackheart King cares more about the concept of growth than other Chaos Lords, which also makes his fleet quite independent of the Chaos Destruction Force, but even so, the corruption brought by Chaos has also degraded the genetic seeds of their warband, and now the mutation of new warriors is becoming more and more serious.

As the Chaos Lord who commanded the Red Pirates and the king of the Maelstrom, Huron was helpless about this matter, and now he only hoped that the empire that betrayed him would be repaid with blood, but in the bottom of his heart, he hoped that what he had done could awaken the behemoth of the empire.

Even though it had been corrupted and half cut into the ground, the moment such a thought appeared, a frenzied mood permeated, and the Blackheart King instantly grasped the tyrant's claw under the influence of the power of chaos, crushing the mortal who wiped it into pieces.

The Blackheart King looked at the lump of meat, and he liked this servant a lot. "Substitution!"

He shouted, closed his eyes and slowly waited for mortals to serve him, he knew that he still needed to wait, waiting for an opportunity, maybe decades later, maybe a hundred years later, but he could feel that he was not far from witnessing that day...

On the ground, the camp has been transformed horribly, full of spikes, sulfuric acid, terrible things, polluted by the forces of chaos, in just one day, it is like hell, mortal flesh has become the best decoration, and the metal of the drop bin has been reshaped into various weapons.

The Crimson Angel stood on the watchtower and looked out over the forest, the terrain here was quite harsh, and he ordered his men to patrol in groups of three anyway, but the Chaos Space Marines like to act independently, and their obedience is too poor.

And Vengar was too young to give his battle brother enough punishment like the King of Blackheart, so in just half a day, there were five Astartes who disappeared in the forest.

Vingar and the traitors had underestimated the mortals too much, they didn't know what was going on here, but it wasn't as smooth as the crimson angel had first thought.

It was not for the time that he had formed commando teams, but for the most part he had conducted point-based assaults in his own group with fixed brothers, and this was the first time he had commanded so many combat brothers.

He couldn't help but wonder, would the landing location given by Chaos Lord Huron be better?

His superhuman mind began to judge the terrain here, first of all, magnetic interference and the rainforest made communication extremely poor here, and if the mining area was occupied, where the distance was a natural shelter, mortals might not know that they had landed.

But it's too close to Karui City, and his poor grip on betraying the Space Marines has exposed his position...

With this in mind, his arm used force to crumple the solid concrete on the edge of the watchtower into powder... But the intense emotions made his blood thirst appear suddenly, reason left his mind, and his skin became paler...

"Blood—" he uttered in a weak voice over the communicator on his collar, and the Iron Guard Servant immediately climbed upstairs with a scarlet blood bag. My lord, please use..."

The curse of Blood Thirst made the Crimson Angel even more angry, he didn't like his genetic defects, and even joining Chaos didn't fix it in the slightest.

The most annoying thing in his life was to admit that his abilities were under people, even if he already felt in his heart that the lord's judgment was better, he drank up the scarlet blood and gasped.

"How much are you preparing? Attack..."

He asked his servant, and the noble servant answered. "It's almost over, only a few groups haven't returned."

The Crimson Angel's eyes showed a clear expression of disappointment, those groups were probably dead in name only, there were still a few hours left before the raid, for the supermen this was just a moment in their lives, but this moment could change the fate of this world.

Mortal minions have their weapons ready, explosive bombs, and space marines have gathered, but they worship not the majesty of the Crimson Angel, but the desire for mortal screams.

They gathered symbolically, in order to better slaughter, in fact, many of the guys already had scarlet minced meat on their bodies, probably hunting in the forest, but they were probably lucky, they did not meet the Katachans, or did not fall alone.

When Viengar walked up to the top and announced to them the start of the operation, the war was on the verge of breaking out in the dark forest.

In the upper echelons of Karui City, in the abandoned administrative granary, the smell of rotten grains, preservatives, and ozone from the coolant of the cooling equipment permeated the place.

The noble Planetary Governor, Mr. John Deern, stood in an empty room, the lumen strip (horizontal light bulb) glowing with promethium.

Two weapons shone on the table, two beautiful Guterra-style flintlock pistols, but these were not real antiquities, but the 11 taxes of the primitive world, bought by the nobles as collectibles.

John looked at someone across the table, a middle-aged man with a good manner, a former fourth-row plasma gunner, a man who had been lucky enough to survive the Greenskin War.

"Corporal, why did you call me here?" John Deen looked at the nobleman in front of him with a mustache and glasses, who looked completely different from the previous big-headed soldier, and his heart was complicated.

The soldier, now a nobleman, raised his pistol and gestured to the noble planetary governor in a highly impolite shooting stance.

"I want to duel with you, not only for honor, but also for the food, clothing, shelter and transportation needs of hundreds of thousands of my residents."

"You've moved almost any excess capacity away, and you're a tyrant in order to give the Astral Army more to it."

"I'm sorry I invited you here in such a way to settle things, it made things personal."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, but there was indescribable fear in him, he probably didn't come for the duel, he was probably ostracized by the aristocratic circle.

Although he spoke of actions that still exist from the time of Guterra, there was no trace of honor and backbone.

But in fact, the Astral Army has never broken off dueling, although it is explicitly forbidden by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but this is still the fairest and tacit behavior, and even has certain legal benefits.

Of course, John Deen could have turned away, activated the Void Shield on his chest, and announced in a dignified manner that the guy opposite had rebelled and wanted to kill the sergeant of the Astral Army and the Governor of the planets, but he stroked the flintlock pistol on the table to detect whether there was anything wrong with it, whether there was any manipulation or tampering.

The reason is very simple, he is not alone, this is not his appeal alone, but the method of unanimous judgment of his former comrades-in-arms in the fourth row, and now the aristocratic circle, they have benefited, so they don't want this world to provide more to the current Astral Army, except for the eleventh tax.

A single Terra year burned the heads of once-honored men, and sweet wine and delicious steaks made soldiers who were once fearless in the face of orc bosses poopy.

John Deen looked at the flintlock pistol, and the bitterness in his heart grew, and he took off the void shield on his chest, which was not a foolish act, but if he refused to fight, the noble community would soon mutiny en masse.

It is true that the Astral Army can quickly suppress most of the problems, but now that the Red Pirates have arrived, such an act is equivalent to exposing one's abdomen in a brawl and giving someone a punch.

John wouldn't let that happen, so.

"How old are you?" John asked thoughtlessly.

The opposite answers. "40 Standard Terra years old..."

"Do you have a baby?"

The opposite answers. "Two, a man and a woman, born before joining the army."

John looked down and thought for a moment, "I accept the duel, sir. ”

Then they were silent and kept a distance, there were no referees and deputies, not even doctors, and if they died here, it was extremely normal for both of them to leave the mortal world and the corpses would be left alone.

The arm of the former soldier on the other side trembled, he had not looked like this when he opened his gun in the face of the orcs, but now it became ridiculous, because he had so many things that he could not lose, rights, family, servants, and people.

They were all soldiers and nobles, but John Dern was confident that he could win, and the other side was just a waste of the nobles.

The thick voices of the two began to count down in unison.

"One, two, three, four, five, six..."

"Seven..."

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

Bang! Before the tenth sound came out, someone fired, who was it? Who is it?

It was the trembling nobleman, the former soldier, whose trembling arms shot projectiles, and the rough flintlock pistol hit John Deern's thigh, and the planetary governor fell to one knee, his gun held straight up against the ceiling, and the projectile still did not fire.

He didn't want to take the life of the other side in the first place, and he didn't feel that he would be killed by such a shot, if the Greenskin's attack didn't take him away that day, how could he die in such a shot?

The Emperor favored him, he believed so, and fate answered him again.

He stood up against the table, blood running down his trouser legs, wetting the floor of the barn.

The other side trembled, and the flintlock pistol in his hand fell to the ground that he couldn't even hold, and he cried out in his voice. "Doctor! Physician! ”

John sat tremblingly at the table, looking at the empty warehouse, but he was not comfortable in his heart, he was a thief, a liar, a stupid fellow, illiterate, and now a terrible tyrant.

He stayed for a while, and when the pain was relieved, or when he got used to it, he was about to walk out on his feet, but he heard bright footsteps, which were the sound of military boots, and sure enough, the lieutenant colonel was the first to arrive, and Alan Baier looked worriedly at his comrade-in-arms, or the only comrade-in-arms, who was almost as valuable as the staff officer.

"John, why are you still dueling with someone else?!"

Alan Baier scolded him, lifted his trouser legs, and stabilized the bleeding with tonic and artificial skin. "The military doctor will be here later, get ready! I told him to treat you with the most painful act! ”

John bowed his head and did not answer, and a moment later his fiancée also came over, looking at his lover worriedly.

And today's duels are passed through the mouth of the loser, one to ten, ten to a hundred ...

The nobles still have a trace of backbone and kindness in their hearts, as well as reason, and it is rare that they can still realize what they have done, and they can also apologize to the planetary governor.

John didn't take it to heart, he was always doing what he could, just like his boss, and all he did was just to make the lieutenant colonel better protect the world.

He didn't blame anyone, in the position of the Governor of the planets, he was not like a nobleman, maybe he was not a nobleman in the first place, he was always just a thief who admired the light.

He sat in the conference room as always, listening to the current plans of the high places of the Astral Army, and Alan Baier patted the strategy map and shouted.

"South, still the damn position, Greenskins and Chaos Renegade are the same brain, we've made a trench in the stronghold in front of Karui City, don't ask where that watchtower went... That one was blown up by me..."

"Staff officer, prepare the Chimera transport ammunition, and there are enough Dark Age weapons, second lieutenant, remember to arrange the early warning of the Katachans, the communication team, and prepare the equipment to ensure the peace of the soul."

"Now, within three hours, go to the defense zone!"

Alan Bair finished speaking, and the officers replied. "Yes, sir!"

After hearing this, John involuntarily stood up and followed the officers to the battlefield, but was held down by his boss's hand.

"Lord Governor, what are you doing, your mansion is in the West, so fast Alzheimer's?"

John stared blankly at the sky. "Ahh It's a nice day, ha, I want to go to the city. ”

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "Wait for me to triumph, take you for a ride with the Chimera!"

Looking at the figure of the lieutenant colonel leaving, the Planetary Governor, the king here, sighed, maybe the idea was wrong, but... I'm afraid he still wants to serve.

(Looking at the script...) ）

Well? …

It doesn't feel like something is right, is this the heroine script?

(End of chapter)