Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Are you Huron, their leader?"

"Why don't you come down and fight me yourself?"

The unarmored warrior raised his head and shouted to Huron above the arena.

Huron looked the warrior up and down and asked him, "What is your name?"

"Sefro."

"Okay, Sefro. My people are just going to the planet to collect taxes. As long as the people you protect pay the taxes, nothing will happen. I will even help them when they are robbed by other war gangs. But because of your crazy actions, not only are you going to die, they are going to die too.”

"I don't care, I only know that when I escaped to the maelstrom, the mortals who protected me were massacred by your people because they didn't kneel down the whole time!"

Having said this, Huron said no more, turned around and gave an order to his adjutant that puzzled everyone.

"Give this bastard his weapons and equipment back, and send him where he came from."

"I don't want to disobey, but...I can't understand..."

"Do as I say."

Huron sent away his lieutenants.

Soon the set of weapons and equipment was brought into the arena and thrown in front of Sefro.

It was a set of black armor with a cross on a white background.

Belongs to the Black Templars.

Huron suddenly realized why Sevro had escaped into the maelstrom.

The Black Templars hate psykers, hate mutants, hate... Anyway, there is almost nothing they don't hate. They will only use psykers blessed by the Emperor, namely Navigators and Astropaths. There is no think tank in the chapter. of.

A half-awakened psychic warrior has not even been trained to become a think tank. If he does not run away quickly, he will be secretly executed by the battle group.

Sefro looked at his armor, hesitating whether to put it on, and also wondering why Huron did this.

"As far as I know, another warband's squad is looting the world you want to protect, because they resist taxes and the red pirates will no longer protect them." Huron looked down at Sefro, "But, go back. If you can drive away the plunderers alive, I will appoint you as the lord of that world. Those mortals who protect you will still have to pay taxes, but at least they will not be slaughtered for not kneeling."

After hearing this, Sefro was still doubtful.

Until Huron's adjutant walked up to Sefro and gritted his teeth and said: "You heard what he said, get out of here, get on the ship that escorts you, and wait for it to send you back to face other war gangs." If you are a person, we will know whether you are just a sharp talker or whether you really have two brushes."

Sefro immediately put on his armor and walked out towards the open door of the arena.

Huron did keep his word, and no one pursued Sefro until he walked to the corridor leaving the Blackstone Fortress.

Before leaving completely, Sephro saluted Huron: "I hope to be of service to you in the future."

"Go back where you came from. If you continue to be as stupid as before, then you probably won't be able to survive in the hands of another warband team." Huron held his head high and looked down upon Sefro, his voice Echoed in the arena, "Then you probably won't have the honor of serving me."

Sefro nodded, saluted again and turned to leave.

Huron looked at everyone in the arena and warned in a cold voice: "How many times have I told you not to massacre just because of trivial matters? Who will hand over food to you when everyone is dead? Do you want to fight with other war gangs?" Are you going to fight to the death for a little fresh water and food?"

The red pirate warriors lowered their heads.

After Huron finished dealing with the current matter, Carlos asked Huron: "Can we continue talking?"

"I know what happened in Cadia. You did almost nothing and were almost exiled by the Soulless Legion. You alone may not be able to intercept the original body." Huron felt that Carlos' plan was not feasible.

Carlos's lying head is a pure lie, but what the truth-telling head says is absolutely true. But even if it is true, the power of the Lord of Changes has increased unprecedentedly due to the changes in the universe, that does not mean that Carlos Los can wield the power of its master in the maelstrom.

Furthermore, the reputation of Carlos, the blue-feathered two-headed chicken, is not very good either.

It would be boring if the Primarch really came and Carlos ran away halfway.

"Not only will I carry out the will of the Lord of Change, but there is another person." Carlos said, "A Primarch with powerful magic and the ability to manifest in the material universe."

"Magnus?" Huron raised an eyebrow.

Carlos shook his head and nodded.

"What good will it do to me after this is done?"

"Knowledge." Carlos stared at Huron with both heads. "The knowledge you dream of, about the Tyronian warships."

Huron was not someone who was easily persuaded. He continued to ask Carlos: "You will let me know how to build a battleship with a physical shield that can not sail from the subspace and can teleport people to any place on the planet at will. Bar?"

"Of course!" One of Carlos' heads responded immediately, but the other head said contradictory words, "It's not that easy. At most, I can help you learn how to transplant the shield device. As for the dimension engine... for you Entering the dimensional space is ten thousand times more dangerous than entering the highest sky. And for you, isn’t the most tempting thing the Macragge’s Glory?”

"Just the transplanted shield and the Macragge's Glory are enough." Huron nodded in agreement. He had a big plan.

The most critical aspects of this plan are the Blackstone Fortress and the energy shield, both of which are indispensable.

In the future that Carlos saw, Huron agreed to his conditions, but this still made him feel lucky and excited.

Huron, the Black-Hearted King.

The Chaos Lord of the Red Corsairs Warband, Lord of the Maelstrom, an ambitious leader who hopes to replace Abaddon as Warmaster.

His strength is fully worthy of his ambition.

The Red Pirates Warband is a warband in name only, but in fact it has the size of a legion. Various Chaos Space Marines from different origins are impressed by the personality charm of the Red Pirate Lord and are willing to be loyal to him. There is also a huge Red Pirates fleet... This is completely another dark army.

In some aspects Huron is better than Abaddon, and his reputation is also better. At least he will not deceive his good brother out of his pants.

Carlos believes that with the help of Huron in this operation, he will be able to capture the Primarch No. 13.

"Guilliman is a primarch who is good at fighting." Huron pointed at Carlos's chest. "If you want to take him down, you'd better find some way other than strategic planning."

"Of course." Carlos waved the Staff of Tomorrow, "I will make a ritual, you just need to help me."

Huron nodded, he could think of what rituals and help Carlos was talking about.

Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people are used as ritual materials to turn several imperial worlds on the edge of the maelstrom into demon worlds, so that the dark gods who have power in the subspace can have more influence on the material universe.

There is nothing wrong with this. Badab no longer belongs to him, and the mortals who have not followed him into the maelstrom should have a tragic experience.