"You're Huron, their head?"

"Why didn't you come down and fight me personally?"

The unarmored warrior raised his head and shouted at Huron above the arena.

Huron glanced the warrior up and down and asked him, "What's your name?" ”

"Sevro."

"Okay, Sevro. My people just go to the planet to collect taxes, and those people you protect will be fine as long as they pay taxes, and even when they are plundered by other war gangs, I will help them, but because of your crazy actions, not only will you die, but they will also die. ”

"I don't care, I just know that when I fled to the maelstrom, the mortals who sheltered me were slaughtered by your people because they didn't kneel all the way!"

Having said this, Huron said no more, turned around and gave the adjutant an order that puzzled everyone.

"Give him back this bastard's weaponry, and send him wherever he came from."

"I don't want to disobey, but ...... I can't understand ......"

"Do as I say."

Huron sent his lieutenant away.

Soon the set of weapons and equipment was brought into the arena and thrown in front of Sevro.

It was a set of black armor with a cross on a white shoulder plate.

Belongs to the Black Templar Warband.

Huron suddenly realized why Sevro had fled into the maelstrom.

The Black Templar loaths psionics, mutants, and ...... Anyway, they have almost nothing that they don't hate, they will only use the Psionics blessed by the Emperor, that is, the Navigator and the Star Whisperer, and there are no think tanks in the warband.

A half-awakened psionic warrior doesn't even have the process to be trained to become a think tank, and if he doesn't run away quickly, he will be secretly executed by the warband.

Severo looked at his armor and hesitated to put it on, wondering why Huron was doing it.

"As far as I know, another squad of warbands is raiding the world you want to protect, because they are no longer going to protect them if they resist taxes." Huron looked down at Sevro, "But, go back." If you live to drive the raiders away, I will appoint you lord of the world, and the mortals who shelter you will still have to pay taxes, but at least they will not be slaughtered for not kneeling. ”

Hearing this, Sevro was still skeptical.

It wasn't until Huron's adjutant walked up to Sevro and gritted his teeth and said, "You hear him, get out of here, get out of here, get on the ship that escorts you, and when it sends you back to face the rest of the gang, we will know if you only have a good mouth or two brushes." ”

Safro immediately put on his armor and walked out towards the open gate of the arena.

Huron did mean what he said, and no one pursued him until Sevro walked into the hallway away from the Blackstone Fortress.

Before leaving completely, Sevro saluted Huron: "I hope to serve you in the future." ”

"You can go back wherever you came from, and if you go back and be as stupid as before, then you probably won't survive at the hands of another warband." Huron held his head high and looked at Sevro with contempt, his voice echoing through the arena, "Then you probably don't have the honor to serve me. ”

Suffro nodded, saluted again, and turned to leave.

Huron looked at the people in the arena and warned in a cold voice: "How many times have I said, don't slaughter for a little thing, everyone is dead, who will hand you in for food, do you want to fight to the death for a little fresh water and food like other war gangs?" ”

The Red Pirate warriors bowed their heads.

Waiting for Huron to finish dealing with the matter at hand, Carlos opened his mouth and asked Huron, "Can we continue talking?" ”

"I know what's going on over there in Kadia, you barely did anything, and you were almost banished by the Soulless Legion, so I'm afraid you won't be able to intercept the Primordial Body." Huron didn't think Carlos's plan was viable.

Carlos's lying head is pure lying, but what the truth-telling head says is absolutely true, but even if, as it says, the power of the Lord of Change has increased unprecedentedly due to the changes in the universe, it does not mean that Carlos can exercise the power of his master in the maelstrom.

Moreover, Carlos's blue-haired two-headed chicken is not very good.

If the original body does come and Carlos runs halfway, it won't be interesting.

"It's not just me who will do the will of the Lord of Change, there's another person." Carlos said, "A primordial body with great mana that can manifest in the material universe. ”

"Magnus?" Huron raised an eyebrow.

Carlos shook his head and nodded.

"What's in it for me when it's done?"

"Knowledge." Carlos' two heads were fixed on Huron, "What you dreamed of about the Tyrone's warships." ”

Huron was not one to be easily convinced, and he went on to ask Carlos, "You're going to let me know how to make a warship with a physical shield that can sail without subspace and teleport people to anywhere on the planet at will, right?" ”

"Of course!" One of Carlos' heads responded immediately, but the other said contradictory, "It's not that easy, I can at best help you learn how to transplant the shield device, as for the dimensional engine...... For you, entering the dimensional space is ten thousand times more dangerous than entering the Supreme Heaven. And the most alluring thing for you, isn't it the Glory of Macullag? ”

"Just transplanting the shield plus the Glory of Maculag is enough." Huron nodded in agreement, he had a big plan.

The key to this plan is the Blackstone Fortress and the Energy Shield, both of which are indispensable.

In the future that Carlos saw, Huron agreed to his terms, but it was still quite fortunate and excited.

Huron, the Blackheart King.

The Chaos Lord of the Red Pirate Warband, Lord of the Maelstrom, an ambitious leader who hopes to replace Abaddon as Warlord.

His strength is fully worthy of his ambition.

The Red Pirate Warband is nominally a Warband, but in fact it has the size of a legion, and the various Chaos Space Marines from different origins are convinced by the charisma of the Red Pirate Lord and are willing to pledge their allegiance to him, as well as the large Red Pirate fleet...... It's just another dark legion entirely.

In some respects, Hullon did better than Abaddon, and he had a better reputation, at least not leaving his good brother with no pants left.

Carlos believes that with the help of Huron, this operation will definitely be able to take down the Thirteenth Gene Proto.

"Killiman is a good Combat Primitive." Huron pointed to Carlos' chest, "If you want to take him down, it's best to have something other than a strategic plan." ”

"Of course." Carlos waved the Staff of Tomorrow, "I'll make a ritual, you just have to help me." ”

Huron nodded, he could think of what the ritual and help Carlos was talking about.

Tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of people are used as ritual materials to turn several imperial worlds at the edge of the maelstrom into demonic worlds, so that the dark gods with power in the subspace can influence the material universe more.

There's nothing wrong with this, the badabs who no longer belong to themselves, the mortals who didn't follow them into the maelstrom, they deserve to have a tragic fate.

(End of chapter)