The Goldenbeard Pirates, aboard the Iron Fist of Violence.

As early as when they cleared out the remnants of the Chaos Space Marines on the Crimson Star, Moore and Lucas had already led the Greenskin army towards the demon world of Galmek where the Whisperer was located.

The Seventeenth Legion's Bearers are, to put it bluntly, a bunch of crazy gods, the kind that must believe in a strong will in order to live.

The emperor once repeatedly issued a decree prohibiting the worship of all gods in the empire, but these guys just didn't listen, and still invested a lot of time and resources in building temples and statues, which greatly slowed down the progress of the Great Expedition, and finally provoked the emperor to be furious, and ordered the Ultramarines to destroy their holy place "Perfect City".

"God is real, but He hates us"

This is what the Speakers think about the Emperor's punishment, and the faith of the original Luo Jia has been severely damaged as a result.

The two protectors of Loga, "Cole Falun" and "Erebas", took the opportunity to persuade the original body to turn to chaos and believe in a more generous and obedient god.

This is where the Chaos Corruption spreads among Space Marines.

Later, they also corrupted the Warlord Horus, and they also took credit for the surrender of Motarion, the Lord of Death, to Chaos.

Although the Bearers fight and pull their hips, their quality is low, and they often have no pressure in their hearts, such as Lorgar trying to overthrow the commander, and Erebus kicking his nose in front of Horus, but their demagogic methods are really terrifying.

Fortunately, Luo Jia, the Ascending Demon, has been blocked at home by the Raven King who liberated the essence of the subspace, and he can't go out, otherwise with his ability, the spread of chaos in the physical universe must be quite rampant.

After all, aside from him, none of the other traitor Primordials had any interest in spreading the faith.

Oricon's prophecy caused Mor to worry that Lorgar was hunted down by the Raven King and was unable to spread the faith of the four gods, and that the four gods must want someone to take over Lorga's job.

When it comes to propaganda ability, Wei Mu's level is probably even more exaggerated than Luo Jia's, and he is the best candidate to take over this job.

They must all want Vimu to fall into chaos, and the consequences of such a would be unimaginable for the physical universe.

If there is a chaotic force that can force Wei Mu to rebel, the Bearers will definitely be at the top of this list - these guys simply can't keep a single bit, they must all be killed.

Once again, stepping on a battleship belonging to the orcs, Moore's mood was quite complicated.

When he became the Dark Angel, he never imagined that he would one day become the leader of the Greenskins.

And judging from the current situation, such things will definitely continue to happen in the future.

He walked through the passages made of broken and scrap metal, and all sorts of foul smells still permeated his surroundings.

Lucas kept chattering, sharing all kinds of fun things about his hometown Fenris.

The orcs and fart spirits rubbed shoulders with the two dark green angels, and they all showed infinite respect for them, as if they were admiring the clever boy himself.

The two of them came to an old man's hut, which was the room that Goldbeard had specially prepared for Lucas.

The space inside the hut was large, but the layout was very messy, all kinds of bottles and cans rolled to the ground at will, and the beds were not much better than the stables.

The life of the jackal is really down-to-earth, and it is simply completely integrated into the culture of the green skin.

Or maybe the life of the space wolf is so wild, after all, it is a group of space Vikings.

The Dark Angels were different, they were originally noble knights of the Kaliban.

"Come on, let's have a few drinks, you're going to love it!"

Lucas hurriedly invited Moll to sit down at the table, and took out two bottles of green mushroom wine from under the bed, and stuffed one of them into Moore's hand.

"There's no way this alcoholic beverage can affect us as Space Marines."

Moore only curiously observed the liquid in his hand, and did not open it.

He knew that the Space Wolves loved to have feasts with others, and it was a custom to entertain guests with sumptuous food and drink.

"You've heard of the secret wine brewed by our space wolves, and even space marines get drunk on it." Lucas said with a smile.

"Your family's secret wine is made from orc green mushrooms?" Moore was a little surprised.

"I'm a master brewer, so this little problem doesn't bother me at all." Lucas triumphant.

"Since that's the case, you can't drink it anymore, and there will be a battle to fight next!" Moore reminded.

"The time before we arrive at our destination is enough for us to metabolize the alcohol in our blood." Lucas smiled and invited, "Or are you dark angels not very receptive to this kind of people-friendly thing?" ”

This made Moll hear it very harshly, as if their dark angels were the kind of people who stood tall above and had no one in their eyes.

"No, Lucas the Jackal." However, Moore still refused him, "If you have any questions you want to ask me, you can just ask." ”

After learning about this guy's character, Moore knew that Lucas would definitely find a way to trick him, such as getting him drunk and talking, after all, the secrets of the First Legion were still quite curious.

Lucas, who was seen through his thoughts, laughed, and did not feel embarrassed, but opened the green mushroom wine in his hand and drank it bitterly.

The smell of that wine was so strong that the average person would vomit even the slightest smell.

Moore was a little glad that he was not reckless, and it was really possible to be drunk by the other party.

"I smell a strange smell on you."

After drinking the spirits, Lucas wiped his mouth and looked at Mohr with a mysterious look like a beast.

"Strange smell?"

Hearing this, Morton frowned and hurriedly began to check himself.

He's not a death guard, and he thinks he's okay with his usual personal hygiene.

The reason why wolves are difficult to infiltrate by enemies is that they have an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell, and like real canines, they can rely on smell to identify friend and foe.

"An indescribable smell, faint, as if it doesn't belong to this dimension."

Seeing Moore's confused reaction, Lucas realized that the other party might not know about it, rather than trying to hide it.

"Not of this dimension," Moore suddenly seemed to realize something.

As a result, in the next second, the robed villain Jawa jumped out of the dimensional gap.

"It's what it smells like!"

The jackal immediately pulled out the plasma gun on his waist and put on a posture as if he was facing a great enemy, obviously treating Java as some kind of parasitic alien, or even a subspace creature.

"Stop, he's not an enemy!" Moore hurriedly stopped in front of Lucas, "He's, he's the Imperial Spirit?" ”

After a short period of thought, the Dark Angel chose the easiest way to clarify.

"What are you talking about?"

Hearing this explanation, Lucaston had a "you seem to be teasing me" expression.

Then he remembered that the Greenskins had mentioned that there seemed to be a shrimp fart next to the smart boy.

"This name was given by Wei Mu." Moore explained, "In short, Java are trusted companions, and their clan is the sworn enemy of Chaos. ”

"They?"

Lucas put away his gun suspiciously, at least he was sure that the creature's scent had nothing to do with Chaos.

"That's right." Moore nodded, "Every Dark Angel will be told on their first day to join the warband that they can't influence their actions. Jawa must have followed us because the battle ahead was crucial. ”

The feeling of bad premonition grew stronger and stronger in Moore's mind, and a trial awaited him ahead.

(End of chapter)