Huron on the Spectre of Destruction looked at his mortal nemesis, he was much stronger than those weak, but mortals could resist the full force of the Red Pirates one at a time, except for the attacker's disadvantage to defense, including the current situation that the Red Pirates could not get out of the nest, he needed to be afraid of the Chaos Enemy, and he also needed to be prepared to deal with the pirates who could betray him anytime and anywhere, and there were even more resistant evil whispers muttering tempting proposals in his ears all the time, even if this was his own flagship, There is also an eyeliner like a needle inserted into his heart.

Huron looked at the glowing cannons on the front and flicked his pet's chin with interest, and the mutant parrot Hademaria purred like a kitten, even though its rotting eyes and colored feathers were unsettlingly blurry.

Huron asked his loyal lieutenant at this moment. "Did the Centurion squad break into the fortress?"

The adjutant nodded. "Of course, my lord, they are now looking for Garred in the upper nest, and they will try to be faster than the space wolves, and take those people with them before we can leave."

Sitting on the throne of battleships made of metal and death, Huron looked at the Imperial Navy's fleet of warships, among which there were no battle barges that destroyed the Ghost and the Space Wolf, and while the Emperor-class battleships or Fire-class Grand Cruisers were somewhat threatening, after the Imperial Navy lost a large number of Sidewinder-class destroyers, relying on frigates and cruiser clusters alone was not much of a threat to his legion.

"Take Gared? No, it's not enough, I want to win! His eyes flashed with greed, the value of a rich Imperial Deep Space orbit was far greater than that of ordinary non-technological or rare imperial worlds, and at the same time, it would be easier to take the fortress world Skadi by completely annihilating the Imperial Navy here.

"However, now to get close to Ngilli Harbor and prepare for the evacuation of that useless guy Gared, the Star Choir has died a lot because of his continuous communication, and he actually lost the base directly! When he returns, I need to make it impossible for him to go to the front again! ”

Huron's anger rarely appears, although he is a dark lord, his personality is quite gentle, and he is more tolerant of those who are capable, but this time he is completely angry, and at the same time, his lieutenant is the first time to see the current Huron, this lord exudes a strange aura all over his body, and he is emotionally mobilized, and the many blessings bestowed on him by the evil power have also become impatient.

To describe that feeling, it's like witnessing a Warlord Titan who is ready to fire at any moment, and you're tied to its trajectory.

Even though the adjutant was a veteran of the Badab War, he couldn't help but sweat at the moment, and in the short time gap that seemed to have passed thousands of years, he trembled and mustered up the courage to fulfill his responsibilities. "I ...... Lord...... We are now unlikely to approach the port of N'djili...... The flagship of the Imperial Navy is still ......"

He felt dizzy, and even then his willpower was amazing, and the angry Huron also realized what was wrong with this poor fellow at this moment, he relaxed his attitude, and then said indifferently. "Jean Garon. Sulet will deal with it, as the gods give us power, he is also a part of it, don't give him any privileges, ask him to let the Doom Ghost reach its destination smoothly, and let us get close to Ngilli Harbor by any means! ”

The adjutant said tremblingly. "Yes, sir!"

And this order soon came to Garon, who was fanning the winds of subspace in his room. In front of Sulet, the mortal herald who stepped into this room was pinched by an invisible force after saying the words of the retelling of Huron, and died instantly, his body turned into two pieces like a toy, and Garon. Sulet just closed her eyes and raised her arms high.

At this moment, the whole room is filled with all kinds of runes and evil decorations, except for the terrifying cabinet and the various evil crystals placed on it, there is only one seat for the real life object, and this place is Garon. Suleith's bedroom is hard to imagine how one would "live", or rather, survive, in a place where eight-pointed stars are painted on the ground, where bottles and candles stain any place where they can stay.

The wind of the disordered subspace is expanding, and he uses all of his own to turn into a channel, allowing the power of the Supreme Heaven to tear through the barriers of the real universe little by little, and each psyker witnesses the subspace power in different ways and appearances. For Sulet, those things are crystals.

Colorful crystals flickered on the cabinet, obviously there was no source power input or lighting, but at this moment, those things began to flicker in an orderly manner, like some weird words, as if those crystals had become a huge life form, which made people creepy.

Garon. Sulet said with a smile as he looked at the light, the distorted light reflected in his old pupils. "Yes, yes, I'll punish those who steal your sculptures, and I'll do Huron's feats, but you need to give me more, my meager psionic abilities are far from enough to affect so many warships."

After he finished speaking, the light of the crystal began to become rapid, Garon. Sulet's face suddenly deteriorated, and then she curled up on the ground and spoke. "Nope! No! Too much! I was wrong, your great power is not worthy of me! His body began to twist continuously, emerging the miserable white gelatinous skin of the Chaos Egg, he kept begging for mercy, and at the same time, his psionic energy and willpower frantically resisted the terrifying power from the subspace, and it lasted like this for five minutes before he got up weakly.

At the moment he got what he wanted, at the cost of his body being badly mutated and looking like a terrible pale alien, he remorseed his recklessness, and then covered his skin with a special powder to make himself look a little more normal, except that the dark and pupilless eyes made him look like a real monster.

He muttered to himself. "At least let me interfere with them......"

He waved his staff, and a wind of magic that almost materialized swept through the area, a feeling that was unpleasant for the psykers, even the Star Whisperers and Navigators of the Red Pirates, who saw countless hallucinations and whispers, while their servants were torn apart by their furious magic.

In today's hurricanes, even the most ungifted mortals will show a trace of psionic talent, some find their bodies burning, some begin to hear the voices of others, and some can suddenly change their muscles, but at the cost of those sudden abilities they can't control.

What followed was not strength, but a large number of spontaneous human combustion events, severe muscle trauma, or direct impact by a large number of sounds to become crazy, and even some people who did not have psionic talent at all were implicated to death, but the Huron ships were mainly dominated by space marines, and under their coercive control, that kind of riot came and went quickly, on the contrary, among the mortal-dominated Imperial Navy, such riots were an absolute nightmare in various cargo stations, lower decks, and even the command bridge.

Even if the Poldero had a sturdy machine and the best sailors, it would be difficult to avoid this, and when the purple hurricane came, Alan Baier felt uncomfortable for the first time, and then a psyker warning came from inside the communicator, and the navigator who was connected to the ship's sensors at all times suddenly shouted. "Purple, purple everywhere, oh my!"

"Don't come, Emperor!"

The ship's steward replied. "Captain, the sound array system of the navigation sanctuary is offline, no one answers, the line is normal, the machine soul is probably normal, the engine prophet reported that the abnormal machine soul fluctuation was discovered, and they are carrying out an emergency pacification ceremony......"

Alan Baier asked. "How's the Startalkers?"

The steward replied. "The choir is in normal condition at the moment, but they also warned us that we are feeling strange noises, rippling in subspace, and that we need to retreat out of this area?"

The captain retorted. "No way! In any case, we must hinder the Red Pirates from entering the port of Njili! Notify the fire control family and fire with all your might, destroying the Red Pirates' flagship as soon as possible before the system crashes completely! His emotions twisted like a whirlpool, and Alan Baier realized that his order was impossible, and that strengthening the pressure of the fire control family would instead make the area collapse faster, and he yelled.

"In my name as the Commander-in-Chief of the Pangia Subsector, I have taken control of the Pordero! Captain, your order just now is to take us to the abyss! ”

Alan Bair's voice was like an ethereal imperial word, making the captain stunned, and then regained his composure, he thought about the impulsive decision he had just made, how could the Yue-class quickly destroy a barge with a shield comparable to that of a battleship?

He looked at the rudder in front of him with remorse, and said as if repentant. "Oh, Poldero, I have failed you to trust me, not even the damn subspace magic should have made me so, Alan Byer, my lord, thank you, ......"

Alan Baier's face was just frozen, he was also disturbed, at this moment in front of him was the shadow of his brothers leaving one by one, those hallucinatory hallucinations were real, if he didn't understand that he was on the battleship, he would probably believe it, at this moment he saw his friends leave after the war, he heard a gentle voice saying that as long as they obeyed its plan, they could live a better life and have more adventures.

Alan Baier's explorer's blood is ready to move, he has imagined, has seen many prosperous and complex uninhabited planets by him and his friends to open up, his expedition after adventure, discovery of special creatures, rubbing shoulders with cosmic monsters, and alien pirates to the death, get countless money, honor.

But now he is asking the sound array system to connect his voice so that the communicator can broadcast his words throughout the ship.

He shouted in a sonorous voice. "All the officers of Bordero, sailors! The power of the High Heaven has invaded us! But fear not, we need to understand that witchcraft is not an external force, but an internal force, and that if we are determined enough, I, Alan Bair, Lord of Skadi, can lead you to victory, just as I have always had through those experiences! ”

His voice was broadcast, and the families inside the rioting ship stopped, they understood who the owner of the voice was, and they understood what the words represented, and an imperial saint used his name to redeem them.

At this moment, a person with a twitch shouted all over. "The Emperor has not abandoned us!" His raging flames, which had never been extinguished even if they had choked the air, had begun to wane, and the people who had shouted that they had been nightmares had awakened.

Alan Bair succeeded, and Poldro became one of the few ships in the fleet to maintain a strong fighting force, and around the engillian's fortress track, the voice of Alan Baier was firmly released, so that several of the neighboring ships were restored to their combat effectiveness and became more stable.

The voice of the emperor's favored person became something to dispel the spell, not because Alan Baier was special, but because all the sailors who were fighting at this moment were serious, and the emperor's spokesperson was Ailan Baier, and they were willing to give everything for this powerful star lord, including believing in what he said, that they could resist the influence of subspace.

But that was all the power of such a belief was there, and in a short time many people's skin began to turn white, some began to grow tiny horns, and in the corners, the machinery of the battleship began to grow flesh and blood, and the souls of the machines made twisted errors from time to time, the contemplative arrays barely worked, and the priests and sages were sprinkling spices and reciting prayers all the time......

Even so, as if in the middle of the ocean a bucket of water shook the water entering the inside of the ship, the shells still prevented the heretical ships led by the Spectre of Destruction from approaching.

The angry Huron dialed Garon directly at this moment. Suleith's communication array, in order to express their equality, usually this communication array is just a decoration, but now it has really been opened, Huron's angry voice asked the wizard Garon. Sulet. "Where is your witchcraft and magic? Why do they keep attacking? If you believe in the gods and you have as many abilities as you, I wonder if you're better suited to stay in the Void! ”

Garon. Suleith was now weak and tired, and he could only slowly spit out a few rough, vague bytes, but Huron also heard eight of them, two names, two familiar names that he disliked.

He hung up the line of communication and looked at the Imperial Navy in the distance with an interested expression, and he asked his adjutant. "Can you jump to the gang?"

The adjutant replied. "Transport planes are ready anytime and anywhere, and we can fire a couple of smoke torpedoes as cover, so, we can do it anytime, anywhere."

Huron said at the moment. "Call the best brother, get on the ship, I'll go too, I'm going to solve a goal, and I'll choose that battleship for the gang jump."

The adjutant asked suspiciously. "That one?"

"Poldero" Huron read out, word by word, and at the same time said. "I need to find a friend and settle the score."

(End of chapter)