In the vast and terrifying void far from Engilli, the Spectre of Destruction is hovering, along with its many traitorous relatives, waiting to show its fangs to mortals by the great Omen Ark, and its owner, Lufer. Huron had only recently made a terrible pact with those forces of destruction, promising to serve them forever in exchange for the blessings and protection of Chaos.

At this moment, their power is at its highest, and the legendary Blackheart King is depressed, because his planned goal of using Enjili as the origin to reclaim the area they once swore to protect in the empire is frequently blocked, making him restless and angry, until his twisted and disgusting pet, a parrot-like subspace mutant monster, Hamadria shouted in a non-human voice.

"For the Claws of the Stars!"

He suddenly stroked the head of the unintelligent thing with his armored fingers, helped it comb its feathers, and said. "Hamadria, our warband no longer exists, you misremember, our current name is, Red Pirates!"

The disgusting parrot immediately repeated the cry. "Red Pirates! Red Pirates! For the Red Pirates! The voice was so sharp and unpleasant that one couldn't help but grin at it, but the traitors on the bridge, Astarte, laughed as if they were comedians telling a good joke.

The lieutenant of the Blackheart King approached, he was dressed in heavy centurion armor, the heavy armor that once represented honor was now painted an unsightly dark red, and the Imperial Aquila had been replaced with a chaotic eight-pointed star, and his hoarse voice came from the grid, he said loyally. "My lord, the advance force that invaded Engili encountered the influence of an unknown alien, and the operation was suspended, resulting in heavy losses."

"At the same time, on the Imperial side, a Dalian of the Space Wolves came to this star sector and attacked our landing force with a very fast speed, because the arrival was sudden, and the attack was from top to bottom, Gared had to abandon the temporary war fortress and turn to join the front-line troops."

The lieutenant had gotten the correct star language, and although it was only less than light-years away, it still caused a lot of delay, and the Blackheart King was not annoyed, he just asked. "Alien? Is it the Elven or the Greenskin?"

His adjutant replied uncertainly. "It's a strange alien that resembles a worm, can manipulate corpses, and has a certain psychic power."

Huron looked out the window at the endless darkness, he didn't expect things to change, he sent a battle barge, an omen ark, and many pirate warships attached to them, only to find only an ancient barge, and now his Garred brothers were also exposed to danger because of it?

He asked uneasily. "How long is it until the destroyed Omen Ark is gravitationally pulled out of the war zone?"

The adjutant replied. "Probably two standard Terra years ......"

"It's too slow!" Huron scolded. "We must abandon the Ark of Omen as the main means of attack, the war is changing rapidly, the old ones are no longer usable, the Engili Spaceport has shown that it is not inferior to the Ark of Omen's planetary fortress-level defense, so we can't rely on something as huge and inflexible as the Ark of Omen as the key to war."

The adjutant was aware of the emotion in his stern words, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean?"

"The Red Pirate can't live without Gared, he has mastered the last genes of the Claws of the Stars, we must let him live if we want to continue to reproduce, and now he has escaped from the attack of the Space Wolves, it is our genes that have escaped from the power of the Empire and the revenge of the Corpse Emperor, we need to form a fleet to tear those people apart with the Gang Jump."

This was in contrast to his attitude of turning a blind eye to the devastation the Imperial Guard had done to his fleet, because in essence, he saw the mortal fleets or alien fleets as mere allies, and he could accept them on an equal footing with him, but he didn't care too much about them.

When he asked those people to join him in battle with his great achievements and large legions, they did not hesitate, and he would not interfere with their combat deployment, the death of those fleets could only be regarded as self-inflicted, and secondly, in the days when there was no war, those pirates would also compete with the red pirates for prey, or each had their own ghosts, for the Blackheart King, the death of those mortal and alien fleets was only a burden for him.

But Garred was different from his troops, the Astartes were their core, and while not as elite as the centurion and terminator warriors who stayed on his flagship vengeful ghost, they were also unique warriors.

This was a deadly situation for the Red Pirates, and Huron could not sit idly by, as he took command of the entire fleet, and many famous warships went into action, such as the Aquiline Overlord Class Battle Cruiser.

Or the veteran Midnight Solitude, the Executor-class Grand Cruiser, or the most terrifying of all, the Might of Huron-class Slaughter Cruiser, who has slain countless aliens.

There is also a vicious theocracy, this venerable (Venomous Birthright) Strike Cruiser originally belonged to the Midnight Lord, then known as the Echo of Damnation, so it can be said that it has gathered 100% of the combat power of the Red Pirates, so this dispatch has also attracted the attention of a few people.

Garon. Soulett, the wizard lord, subordinate to Huron, and his equal psionic master walked into the bridge, and even the invincible Astartes had to salute him, a powerful wizard who had encountered a mortal traitor after the Red Pirate fell into the subspace, but whose old body had been maintained for about thousands of years.

He is powerful, old, and has been through countless things, from being chased by the Empire, captured, and running around to now being psionic enough to rival an army, and even helping to point out the future to the desperate Red Pirates in subspace, so that they can listen to the guidance of the great Lord of Change, so to speak, he is the eyes and ears of the Red Pirates today.

This powerful psionic wizard dragged his almost collapsing body along, his body was full of psionic fluctuations all the time, the feeling made people feel like he had drunk wine, and just by being around him, he felt his metabolism accelerate, it was hard to imagine what would become if he let those magic powers be released on the body of ordinary people.

He dragged his long purple robe, wore a necklace of unknown intricate runes on his chest, and a copper staff taller than him used as his crutch to make him limp forward, but when this dying old man spoke, his voice was incomparably young, making people feel strange and distorted. "Huron, why did you suddenly dispatch a group of warships?"

Lufert. Huron had made a terrible pact with the forces of destruction, promising to serve them forever, and he was a witness to that pact, so he had considerable rights to intervene in the matter.

To use an inaccurate analogy, the current huge Astarte fleet is in some ways owned by the four gods, so he is the shareholder spokesperson of the gods, and Huron, although he is not used to this old thing, can only answer. "Garred is trapped, skinner. Varel can't inherit his responsibilities, the young pharmacist is not good enough, and he has two hearts......"

"And Garred is now haunted by resurrected alien zombies, the remains of his own brother, and is also attacked by space wolves, and he can't get out of Enjili."

Old Wizard Garon. Sulet laughed. "The Lord of the Dead is trapped by corpses, this is the most interesting experience I've had in this time, Huron!" There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if to say that he was incompetent, and that the Lord of the Dead was indeed Gared's nickname because of his brutal and terrifying style, as well as his interest in manipulating corpses.

But Huron said. "It's none of your business, wizard, although I thank you for rescuing the Red Pirates from the disordered world of the subspace, it is not my will to surrender to those gods, if it were not for the lack of choice, I would have strangled you directly!" Even before the start of the Badab War, he was one of the few talented warriors in Astarte, relying on his ability to quickly become the head of the war group within a few hundred years.

He is now one of the common spokesmen of the four gods, and although he does not have the power they are willing to provide him, those magic powers still allow him to ignore most of the weak psionic abilities and strengthen his body to a certain extent.

Garon. Sulet waved his hand, he was not afraid, but he needed to continue to maintain that dispensable relationship with this king, and he also said with interest. "I know the information about the aliens, how's that? Do you want to trade those stories for a chance for me to apologize for my faux pas?"

Huron stroked his pet's neck, the down brushing his fingers, and his mind was in flux, wary of all the old thing's machinations, but he still realized that the Lord of Change had something hidden from him and had not told him, so he asked. "Where did those animals come from?"

The old wizard nodded, and slowly brought Jean Dan's racial experience to come, and the king of the Red Pirates absorbed that information very quickly, but when he heard about Jean Dan's situation, his face was bad again.

Gared's value was the wisdom in his head, and if his thoughts were taken away by the Dan Alien, the Red Pirates would be in serious danger in the coming days and months, even higher than the Imperial Guard, and he would have the urge to sign an armistice with the irritated and admirable mortal of Alan Bair.

They don't have time to face the enemy while facing the ancient alien race, Kegaron. Suret seemed to read his thoughts, and used his prophecy to shatter Huron's idea of a ceasefire with Alan Bair.

He spoke. "The lord of Skady will not approve of a ceasefire, he can guess your uneasiness, see your instability, a neat person like him will only fall into the ground, and even take the initiative to seize Garred and force him to expose the genetic defects of the Red Pirates, you should kill all the foolish people of the empire who believe in the corpse emperor than the ethereal and short-lived harmony." His words, like those of the ever-changing Lord he believed, were fluctuating and difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

There must be truth in it, such as Alan Baier guessing Huron's worries, and even maybe even taking the initiative to destroy the Red Pirates, but they also ignore that Alan Baier's moral level is higher than that of normal imperial people, and he also knows that the existence of Red Pirates is only inevitable for this dark universe, and the Red Pirates are gone, and there are blue pirates, purple pirates, and only one is worse than the other.

So his words are hard to tell whether they are true or false, but at the same time Huron does not want to make peace with the men who killed the rune blacksmith Valtex and the apostate Vengar, and his pride and anger are hidden in his heart.

At the same time Galleons. Like the viper who tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple, Soulet gave another answer, another crazy and twisted answer.

"Cooperate with Jean Dan!" His old cheeks turned into crumpled flowers, and he looked like a terrible monster.

"What are you talking about?!" Huron was furious, and the huge power pliers clamped around the old man's neck, and his fragile old body rattled as if it was about to fall apart in the next second, but the old man turned into mist a moment later and appeared beside Huron again, chattering and chanting.

"Jean Dan is not without wisdom, on the contrary, their hatred with the empire is also bitter and bitter, if you can convince them to attack the empire together, then this star sector is just something that can be taken in an instant, look, the immortal and immortal group will, the terrible psychic energy, mimicry, and at the same time good individual combat effectiveness, if you let the warriors of the Red Pirates all stay in one, you will get the most powerful legion in the entire galaxy."

His voice was like a snake's letter, and Huron suddenly grabbed the air in front of him, and the huge power pliers arm grasped something, and the blindfold was broken in an instant, and the old man was grabbed like a little chick.

"I won't, take my brother as a bargaining chip, I don't need the destruction of the empire, what I need is a new empire that can accommodate more humanity and keep more people safe, not this rotten disgusting place! If your gods dare to disturb my thoughts with those curses of broken thoughts, you pathetic old thing, next time you'll have to lie on your stomach and find your lower body and have the doctor stitch it up for you! His massive pincers sizzled and even triggered the wizard's psionic shield.

Galleon, who has just been invincible. Sulet begged for mercy at this moment, and his magnetic and youthful voice turned into a hoarse and old wail, and Huron angrily threw him on the deck, his body and the gold slammed, making a tooth-aching sound, and he was broken, no doubt.

And the charismatic king said, "I can give my soul to the gods for the great achievement of rebuilding the empire, but don't even think about cooperating with aliens!" Garon. Sulet, and the god behind you, I'm Lufret. Huron wants you to remember! Let Dan, the alien race, be destroyed! ”

Commander Huron, we love you!

(End of chapter)