The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Yeah, does the great Black Heart King still lack more than a dozen of us? You have hundreds of thousands of troops under your command."

The question was full of unspeakable mockery, and Huron was a little pissed, but then he felt like he saw something glittering like an eye in the void, and he knew his words had caught the attention of that being.

So when he answered, he stared at the rift in the warp with all his strength, letting his emotions pass through as much as possible.

"The inextinguishable, let's talk frankly."

After being silent for a long time, Huron felt something terrifying creeping on his skin, one eye even twitched, he realized that something dangerous was staring at him, it was his Warp instinct warning to him.

At the same time his pet growled menacingly at his feet.

I don't know how long it took, and another lazy voice changed to the other side of the void. Sexless, echoing, almost no noise, but to Huron's senses, it was as clear as day.

"Huron, let your dog shut his mouth and get out of here."

Huron immediately touched the pet beside him with his foot, it closed its mouth immediately, walked sullenly into the distance and started scratching the wall with claws angrily. Hamadaria has a unique ability to read minds. It negotiates with others, allowing him to always have the greatest advantage, although the other party is clearly aware of this.

After the bark disappeared, the fear inside the rift also disappeared into the darkness.

For a few seconds, it was as slow as dripping asphalt, and then there was a voice in the darkness, the same as before.

"Hello, Black Heart King."

"Indestructible, I hope you can join this war. I can provide you with anything you need, whether it's a slave, a battleship, or any weapon that has been contaminated with the power of chaos."

Unfortunately, the other party did not buy it.

"Ah, sorry, joining the war is not on my schedule, and my cabin is already full of slaves and ammunition, oh, forgot to mention, some of them were borrowed from you, I will consider paying them back when I have time. ."

"Those things are supposed to be our greetings to each other, but the immortal are you here for this petty profit? For an existence like you, it's not worth a trip in person, right? The imperial expedition The army has come to the maelstrom, they are a group of cowardly lambs, are you willing to miss this feast?"

"Come on, it's true that I despise the imperial people, but if they are really vulnerable, you will come to me? I heard many people say that your power is close to Abaddon, why do you still need to find me? A nameless person? As for cowardice, I haven't felt it in the Empire for a while, but here...hehehe."

Huron was not annoyed, smiled slightly, and asked:

"Then why did you go to the Maelstrom? I've heard a lot of your deeds, I know that you like to hunt valuable prey the most, and those champions you think are worth fighting, so I guess... must be Someone saw or heard something and told you."

There was no response from the hollow side, only a slight wind, Huron continued to speak in a relaxed tone.

"We have fought astral knights several times, and just a few veterans who have experienced thousands of years of war noticed that some of them used some unique swordsmanship skills, which originally belonged to the first ten thousand years ago. An elite group of the Three Legions, but it almost disappeared after the Horus Heresy, and very few people still know how to use it."

"You know a lot, and then what?"

Although the other party's voice seemed casual, Huron already understood that he had mastered the other party's mind, and there was some smile in his voice.

"I have also heard a legend from veterans who have experienced the Great Crusade. In the past, the Third Legion had a group of elite warriors called the Blades of the Royal Court. They were champions of champions with superb swordsmanship, and each had his own unique sword. Road, but most of them died in the long war, especially the part loyal to the Empire, all died in...Istvan III."

Silence fell again, this time for an extraordinarily long time.

"Oh, the news is very well-informed."