The deepest part of the maelstrom, where reality meets illusion.

Surges of supernatural energy from subspace burst out of the fountain, like a spreading festering abscess, infecting what people call "normal".

It was an evil thought made up of nightmares of thousands of living beings.

There is a deep malice contained in it, and even the most basic laws of physics can be distorted, and mortals cannot escape its influence.

Only those who dedicate their fate to the dark gods can consider such a place as their own refuge.

They are often pirates, traitors, criminals, and the like, relying on a frenzy of killing and looting to get what they need.

The most massive of these is the notorious Red Pirate Gang under Blackheart Huron, a group of Chaos Space Marines with the size of an old-time legion.

In terms of numbers alone, this sentence may not be exaggerated, and there are tens of thousands of Chaos Space Marines who nominally belong to the Red Pirates.

However, the Red Pirates are a rather loose organization, so loose that Blackheart Huron, as its leader, is unclear about what is going on.

He didn't like it very much.

I think that when he was still the leader of the Starry Sky Claw Battle, he could keep everything under control and organized.

That's why Huron was able to unite the Maelstrom Guardians and unite against the Empire, which eventually led to the tragic Badab War.

At this point, however, he could do nothing about the loose structure of the Red Pirates.

Because it is closer to the nature of chaos than to prohibit it, to do what you want.

Aside from the lineage around him, all he could do was to give as much favor as possible in exchange for the nominal allegiance of those below.

In the hall of the battleship Bloodattack, a battle is underway.

It's a regular event held within the Red Pirates – an army-wide martial arts tryout.

As the King of the Red Pirates, Huron would not hesitate to reward those who excelled in their performances.

This is one of the means by which he maintains his influence.

In other words, if you have the ability and want to get ahead, Huron doesn't mind giving you that opportunity with no strings attached.

Such a normal ascent channel is simply commendable for a Chaos Space Marine's life full of killings and betrayals.

Huron would rightfully win their favor and reward.

It can only be said that Huron's ability to rise quickly after suffering a heavy blow from Badab does have his set of means.

At this time, the Tyrant of Badab was sitting on his throne, silently watching the two Chaos Space Marines below fight.

The two of them were the winners after going through layers of battles, the confrontation was fierce and evenly matched, and they both showed the superb martial arts that only elite veterans can have, and the angry battle cry was mixed with the sharp sound of weapons colliding, which constantly echoed in the wide hall.

"So, my lord, have you heard those rumors out there?" The Red Pirate Forge Master and Alchemist, Valtex asked.

He knew that Huron wasn't really paying attention to the battle in front of him, and that the tyrant of Badab was completely distracted.

"If you're referring to the Empire concentrating forces against us, yes, I did, but it's not a very serious problem, the Puppet Emperor's lackeys are just a desperate struggle, and the rotten Terra government will fail once again." Huron spoke in a calm tone and spoke lightly.

The response was the same as the countless encirclements they had dealt with before.

But the master foundry knew that the tyrant of Badab still had a mustard in his heart.

The former Huron, like Killiman, hated the decay of the Empire, and the two were one and the same from the beginning.

The difference between them is that Killiman is a genetic proto, a mythical being.

He was able to use his supremacy to overwhelm the high lords and force the Terra government to carry out reforms, accompanied by the forbidden army, known as the Emperor's Voice.

With such a powerful force, even the Minotaur Warband, a thug raised by a high lord, abandoned his master and swore allegiance to Killman.

Eventually, Killiman was crowned regent of the Empire, and the disobedient lords were replaced, and the decrees of the original were unimpeded in the territory of the human race.

Huron couldn't do that.

He can't overwhelm the High Lord, he's the one who is being suppressed.

I can't stand the decay of the empire, and I can't change it by my own power.

If we do not want our ideals to be stifled by the short-sightedness and stupidity of mortals, conflict will inevitably break out.

Since then, Huron has traveled further and further down that path, gradually becoming what it is today.

"Maelstrom Envoy, a young mortal, maybe we should devise an assassination plan for him, or find a way to drive a wedge between the warbands," Valtex tried to suggest.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Foundry." Huron looked at Valtex and smiled, "I've let go of the past, I don't have the slightest nostalgia for the rotten imperial regime, that young man is just another enemy who is about to fall in front of us, he is nothing special. ”

The master of the maelstrom that he once had in his heart, did not hesitate to face the blade of the empire, but now he was taken by a hairy boy who was less than thirty years old. Valtex was skeptical that Huron's open-mindedness at the moment was genuine.

"Of course, my lord." The Master Foundry finally nodded.

"But one thing you are right, we can't let that kid do whatever he wants, the Maelstrom is our territory, and the name of the Red Pirate should make any puppet emperor lackeys fearful." Huron said, a strange glint in his eyes.

The opening of the Great Rift has muddied the galaxy, and now is a good time for those of them who have been suppressed by the Empire to rise.

It's just that the dark gods clearly favored Abaddon.

All servants of the true God know this, and the Great Marauder is their nominal leader.

He is the Chaos Warlord, the man who has been given the mandate to overthrow the Empire.

But Blackheart Huron is clearly not a leader who is used to letting people ride on his head.

The puppet emperor can't do it, and neither can the war commander.

The end of the empire is doomed, and the one who finally reaches the top doesn't have to be Abaddon.

After all, once a commander fell, and it could have happened again.

"So what should we do?" Valtex asked.

"We have to take our chances." Huron looked down and thought about it.

If they can use their defensive counterattack to thwart this massive attack of the Empire, then he will completely dominate the Maelstrom region, and the power under his command will swell to an unprecedented level.

The original Killiman is leading an unyielding expeditionary army to collide head-on with Abaddon head-on, with a large marauder in front of him attracting fire, and he can attack from the flank.

When everything goes well, great things can be done.

At such a critical moment, he had to turn to the High Heavens and the gods for some advice.

Of course, there is a price to pay.

It's just that the one who pays the price doesn't have to be himself.

"Millions of souls should be enough." Huron muttered.

(End of chapter)