For the inhabitants of subspace, the soul is a resource they cannot refuse.

As long as you give enough souls to intelligent beings, they will help you and be at your disposal, and even the dark gods will send down their blessings themselves.

However, even if the price is to harvest the souls of others, it is very dangerous to make a deal with subspace.

They will tempt with more benefits, subtly influencing the minds of mortals until they completely dominate them.

It takes a strong will to reject them.

So Huron always kept this kind of transaction to a minimum, and more just opened the subspace rift through the chaos ritual, and let the demon legion go and cut people everywhere by themselves.

At the end of the relaxing martial arts competition, Huron presented a total of 300 sets of Seiko Power Armor produced by New Badab.

In this way, the tyrant of Badab once again proved that his power has not waned, and he is still the undoubted king of this star region.

Then, he led his Red Pirate Gang to carry out a bloody massacre of the nearby world.

It is a planet where the main nation is mutants, and its ancestors may have been colonists who were unaware of the dangers of subspace, or they were just criminals who escaped from the outside world.

Because of the long-term exposure to the energy of the subspace, the bodies of the residents here have undergone varying degrees of mutation, so the empire will not care whether they live or die.

In the eyes of the Chaos Space Marines, this world is not worth their effort to rule because they have no resources.

The poor inhabitants of the planet are like wheat for them to harvest when they need it.

The Red Pirates slaughtered the planet for nine days and nine nights, sacrificing countless lives to demons in the subspace, allowing for the ritual of desecration.

In the center of the complex and mysterious magic array, the man who was the ultimate sacrifice was stuffed into the consciousness of a demon lord of all changes.

The dead man stood up again, feathers growing from his skin and eyes glowing with a faint blue light.

He became a vessel for demons to temporarily walk in the mortal world.

"Well, Lord of the Red Pirates, Tyrant of Badab, Lord of the Maelstrom may be in doubt by now, but dear Blackheart Huron, I'm glad you have made the decision to ask us for help again. But as always, I'm jealous that you're being paid so stingily, and it's completely different from your generosity to your men. The twisted man said with a smile.

"That's because I know that your rules are not about giving and getting off, but the more you seek, the more you can't get out." Huron replied lightly.

"You still have reservations about the gods, don't you? Poor Huron. Don't you realize that since the day you accepted the bounty of Chaos, you have no choice but to reach the end or die halfway through? ”

The Lord of Changeling likes to see him struggle.

If a mortal easily resigns to his fate, then what fun is there.

"I trust my own power, and I just use other things."

After gaining a certain understanding of Chaos, Huron knew very well that what the Great Demon said was true.

If he was careful, there was still a long, long time before the day of repayment, and that was enough time for him to do a lot of things.

"Even if your faith is not very religious, your spirit has been praised by the gods, so I will fulfill the contract between us." The Demon Lord of Changeability smiled and said, "As usual, it's still nine seconds, so please start your question." ”

That's right, the offering of millions of souls in exchange for nine seconds of question-and-answer time is the limited deal that Huron has made with the demon in front of him.

He could at least get a complete answer to a question.

If the Great Demon slows down and deliberately lets him know more, he can get two more answers.

It's just that with the evil nature of the Demon Lord of All Changes, they always like to see mortals scratch their ears and cheeks when they have questions and can't get answers, or get answers that they don't want.

"How will the enemy win?"

Time was limited, and Huron voiced his problem in the most concise and clear way.

"Blackstone Technology, Cologne Star, Closed Maelstrom."

The Lord of Changeling's words were quick and concise, giving Huron a chance to ask questions again.

"How do I win?"

He didn't have time to think, and continued to ask.

These two questions are enough to run through the core of the whole game, and they are completely enough for the famous tyrant of Badab.

But that's the usual thing.

"Rely on the power of the gods."

The Demon Lord replied.

"What?"

Huron was a little caught off guard because it wasn't an answer at all.

The Gods of Chaos are so powerful that most of the troubles you encounter can theoretically be solved by "relying on the power of the gods".

"I'm not playing tricks, former Maelstrom Master, that's the answer to your question." A strange grin erupted from the beak of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Changes, "Blackheart Huron cannot defeat his enemies on his own, he must pray to the gods in order to achieve ultimate victory. ”

"No, that hairy boy won't be my match!" Huron retorted.

But time has passed.

Tzeentch could no longer remain in the body, and it was about to be repatriated.

"Pathetic mortals, who seek answers on their own, are unwilling to accept the truth." The demon laughed insolently, "The key to victory in this war is whether Blackheart Huron embraces himself with an open heart, and he has to be fast, and the opportunity is passing by every second. ”

"Their gift is your salvation. If you can only "

Gradually, as the subspace energy dissipated from the man's body, he fell down again, lifeless.

The Lord of Changeability was stripped of and sent back to where it had been, leaving only Huron and a group of guards, as well as the corpses of innocents strewn across the ground.

The answer given by the demon brings up very serious morale problems, and the enemies they face seem to be much more intractable than they think.

The reason why the Red Pirates were able to become bigger and stronger was largely because of the protection of subspace, and the empire could not go deep into the maelstrom to wipe them out, but now that people have moved out of Blackstone Technology, they can just offset the negative impact of subspace.

"If the warning from the Supreme Heaven is true, then the lackeys of the Puppet Emperor do have a chance to completely close the maelstrom." The Red Pirates' master forge, Valtex opened his mouth to remind.

They had a Blackstone Fortress in their own hands, and they knew how powerful it was.

"The empire can't get through that technology, it should just dig up the real thing from which necromantic tomb world, and after figuring out how to use it, we plan to put it into actual combat, we can attack Cologne and destroy those alien creations." Apothecary Galeon suggested.

"There must be a heavy enemy garrison there, and we have to find the right time to attack."

"But the gods warn us that with every second wasted, the odds are slipping."

The members were a little anxious because the prophecy was very bad for them.

But Huron himself remained calm.

He noticed the words of the Demon Lord of Change, "Huron can't defeat the enemy", just because his allies can't do it.

The Red Pirates will always welcome those who turn their backs and provide them with support against the Empire.

Recently, I heard that there seems to be a renegade mechanical sage on the side of Cologne, and he also has a certain forbidden technology.

(End of chapter)