"So, you're going to continue working with me now."

As the battleship approached the Black Legion fleet, Ahriman tilted his head slightly, and a muffled voice came from under his horned helmet.

As the blue gaze under the gap in the Horned Helmet's eyes fell on Lupelzi, the latter clearly knew that even with so many people on the command deck, Ahriman was saying what he said to himself.

"My condition is to kidnap Fabius and clone my father, it's as simple as that." "You've helped me do that, you've helped me kill the Whisperer's Pig's Nest, so that I can grab the Blackstone Portal, so I can grab Fabius, and I've achieved my goal." ”

After that, Lupelqi paused for two seconds: "But your goal has not been reached, and I can't cancel the cooperation yet." ”

Ahriman was silent, his head just turning for a moment, not looking at Lupelzi.

Of course, the latter couldn't guess what mood and thoughts Ahriman had.

Anyway, after a moment of silence, Lupelzi stroked the magic sword and asked, "What are we going to do next?" I mean, we're going to go straight into the warship of the damn Abaddon lackeys, snatch the artifact from your mouth, and then what are we going to do? What is the use of the artifact to you? ”

"It works." Faced with Lupelzi's inquiry, Ahriman only gave a two-word response.

Lupelzi didn't know what Ahriman's wish was, and if he did, he would have been taken aback.

Ahriman's wish is to enter the Black Library, a library of the Spirits, which stores a lot of cosmic truths, past histories, and countless psionic related knowledge.

He thinks that by entering the Black Library, he will be able to find a way to restore the Thousand Sons Legion to normal, instead of remaining in a state of being tied to armor like a puppet to be played with forever.

In addition, Ahriman also has a grander ambition, he wants to be a transcendent being, he wants to ...... Ascend to the gods.

But the premise for all these wishes to come true is to enter the black library.

One of the surviving gods of the Spirit Clan, the belief of the Harlequin Troupe, that is, the laughing god Lego, is guarding the black library at the end of the network, and normal means cannot be entered.

But if there were three artifacts that could open the way in the network......

"Well, I know you don't talk much." Lupelqi held the magic sword, lowered his head and looked at the eyes and hideous face at the hilt of the magic sword, "Since I stabbed Abaddon ten thousand years ago, I have lost the home of the Legion, and I don't care for the Black Legion. ”

Hearing the Son of Horus mention something he had never mentioned, Ahriman, who was standing in front of the porthole with his back to Lupelzi, tilted his head slightly.

"I don't want to be a lackey of the dark gods, and you shouldn't, so I see how much cooperation we have." Lupelzi lowered his head as he spoke, reaching out and touching the terrifying demonic face on the hilt of his sword.

"Agreed, agreed. Hahahaha! The demonic face on the hilt of the sword let out a tooth-aching laugh.

It was only at this point that Ahriman completely turned around and confronted Lupelzi: "The only good is knowledge. The only evil is ignorance. ”

Lupelzi felt that the aphorism quoted by Ahriman was meaningless, but what he didn't know was that Ahriman was praising his knowledge.

In the eyes of fear, only a wise man would not be a lackey or a slave of the dark gods, because a wise man knows the abomination of the gods and knows how to use the power of the gods without being trapped by them.

That's what Ahriman had in mind.

When the Chief Wizard was still fighting for humanity, he never revered the emperor to the extreme like the others, and he thought he was fighting for the continuation of the human species.

But it wasn't clear to Ahriman that Lupelzi hadn't broken away from the legion because he had seen through the abomination of the gods, or for some other reason.

Lupelzi only felt that Abaddon had deviated from the true goal of the Father of Genes, which was to kill the abominable people who wanted to sacrifice humans to gods, and to save the human race from the disgusting plot of a super-conspirator.

When he believed that the Black Legion led by Abaddon was simply burning, looting, and cowering, becoming lackeys of the gods, and that he had left the legion as a result, he hated the strange forces that made the fighting brothers an abomination, hated the gods, hated the Whisperers......

He hates everything.

Son of the Emperor, Bearer, Black Legion.

For 10,000 years, Lupelzi has been taking revenge on the people he hates, and he has been hunting until he meets Ahriman and learns some secrets from him.

"Full speed ahead." Ahriman said.

His tone was flat, and there was indifference and scholarly arrogance in his voice, but his voice would echo in everyone's ears.

Even what everyone hears is different.

The sailors trained by the Red Pirate Gang from among the mortal slaves in the demonic world in the Maelstrom immediately operated the entire warship according to Ahriman's orders.

The captain who led this group of sailors came to Ahriman and asked him questions: "The King of Blackhearts warned you to bring more warships to do your business after reaching an agreement with you for some reason, but you only brought us. ”

As he spoke, the captain's eyes kept sweeping over the porthole and across Ahriman's face.

He was terrified of the vast Black Legion fleet outside.

Compared to the battleship called the New Vengeful Spirit, this small ship is a sampan.

“……”

Ahriman was silent, turning around and walking to the center of the command deck.

The scarlet warriors who followed Ariman also gathered, neatly and woodenly arranged like machines.

"Come on." Ahriman raised his hand to Lupelzi, who was still standing in place, and extended an invitation.

"What do you mean?" Lupelzi thought that Ahriman had just turned away and was just going to make a tour of the bridge.

If you want to go to the boarding torpedo, then you should go in the other direction.

"You're a warrior, Lupelzi." "You're thinking of using a boarding torpedo, but we don't need that." ”

"You're going to teleport over?" Lupelzi walked over to Ahriman.

Ahriman wields his scepter.

Time has become faster, but only here in the battleship.

Almost instantly, Huron's battleship, emblazoned with a black emblem, traveled a great distance as if it were fast forward, and came to the Black Legion's fleet, even crashing into the new Vengeful Spirit flagship.

The ship shattered, and only Ahriman and Lupelzi were on the command deck unharmed.

But then the broken battleship quickly recovered, and then ran backwards for a long, long distance.

The shattered ships were restored to normal, and the crew members who had died in the crash disaster were repaired, and they were on standby at a far, far distance from the Black Legion fleet.

All of this happened in a very short period of time, and it was as if the Ariman group and the battleship had been sped up hundreds of times, while the Black Legion fleet, the New Vengeful Spirit, was still at the same speed.

The latter is naturally impossible to prevent.

(End of chapter)