Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

As the battle rages on in the system of the Great Evil, the vast Tyron fleet is still reclaiming more worlds, driving their enemies from Tyron's Gate at a speed that depends on their speed of sailing.

For those who follow the Lord of the Maelstrom, they have already failed in this war when they settled down after the Battle of Beijuku Hive City. The war has only progressed to this point because of inertia.

inertia.

All objects in the real universe have inertia, not just objects, but things are the same.

When Huron and his army realized that they had been defeated, they could not immediately declare the war failed and then run all the way out of the Tyrone sector and rush into the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom.

In those galaxies at Talon's Gate where the war has not yet ended, the enemy's escape and bloody battles coexist.

Some Space Marines may have fled a month ago, while others may still be fighting on the battlefield against the Tyronian Army and the Space Marines who support them.

Those renegade mortal legions similar to the Voskani Iron Cavalry may have arrived at the Maelstrom at this time, or they may be being dropped into the war zone on transport ships.

If you want to ask the latter: What are you fighting for?

The latter themselves don't even know what they are fighting. Anyway, they have various reasons to continue fighting. The inertia brought about by the huge war gives them a series of things that give them reasons.

Like a huge machine that turns on and drives forward using the flesh and blood of soldiers as fuel, it relies on inertia to slide forward to complete destruction after losing its meaning and ability to function normally.

Defeat is a foregone conclusion, and neither those who have run away nor those who have not run can change this fact.

For Huron, the leader, the concept of a crushing defeat was reviewed more clearly. He could not immediately order the troops still fighting to get out of the battlefield immediately because of poor communication.

He also had no way to obtain the situation on every battlefield on the front line, because the mountain of reports and requests for help had caused his command system to collapse.

Some warbands loot the supplies of another warband they once fought with as they retreat.

The warbands who worshiped Khorne helped the Tyronians slaughter their own people, and then launched counterattacks against the Tyronian artillery fire and fought to the death.

Some conspirators and careerists suddenly realized that this defeat was a good opportunity for them. They tried to use the trouble caused by the defeat to kill their battle brothers or superiors, so as to seize their Terminator armor or power.

In some mortal legions, Chaos believers tried their best to squeeze into a transport plane during the evacuation from the planet. They listened to the officers' remarks about faith and gods, and recalled their dead wives and children or The husband then shot his superior during a breakdown, seized control of the transport plane, and ran to a world outside the Gate of Tyrone to become a refugee.

There were also some mortal soldiers who were tricked by their commanders into shooting and killing each other, just because their commanders wanted to shock the survivors with a little tragedy.

The bloodletters who had failed to kill during the defense of Tyrone targeted the evacuation ship and slaughtered the mortal soldiers of Chaos inside. In their panic, these mortal soldiers had no idea why the angels of God would slaughter them.

In short, everything can be seen in this situation of overwhelming defeat.

As for Huron, the Lord of the Maelstrom, the Lord of the Red Pirates' 18,000 Space Marines, the Blackheart King... he doesn't care about the plundering of other warbands, or the chaos caused.

Only when his confidants report that a ship in the Red Pirates has been plundered by other warbands, and that the ships are all your followers, will Huron be furious and send out warships to kill all the warbands who dare to offend him? Clean until all their armor paint was wiped off.

Huron would even order the seizure of some warband ships.

Those warbands that could be won over had long been taken away by Huron's personal orders and arrived on the Red Pirates' flagship. The warband lords and Huron stood hand in hand by the portholes and laughed as the torpedoes of the Red Pirates warships blew up other warbands. ships.

The Chaos warbands who once fought side by side with the Red Corsair Space Marines who shouted for the Lord of the Maelstrom did not receive fair treatment from Huron when they were defeated, and Huron was not afraid of their dismay.

Because in the eyes of the Black Heart King, those war gangs who are not used by him and are eyeing the red pirates with sufficient supplies...

These livestock warbands can always disappear for a period of time with only a few people dead, and then suddenly a large group appears again to rob a certain ship of the Red Pirates, a certain void stronghold... Finally, in the Red Pirates Fortress When there is a big move, he shamelessly stands up with a lewd smile and asks the Black Heart King to give him a chance to drink soup - just like before the start of the Tyrone War.

They are as tough as weeds and as cheap as pigs and dogs.

Just like the wild monsters that were regularly refreshed in games with inferior mechanics on an ancient game console in Badaburi that Huron had seen.

But the warbands also knew what Huron feared.

Before and after the order to retreat was finally made public, many warbands would kidnap Huron's former veterans of the Star Claw Chapter, or a Red Corsair recruit who was particularly loyal to him, or... some mortals who followed Huron.

At this time, Huron would personally go to the ships of those war gangs to negotiate with them, exchange the people back with generous supplies, and then retreat with those war gangs when his own fleet has the advantage.

In Huron's eyes, revenge does not necessarily have to happen now. He has plenty of opportunities and means to kill everyone in the war gangs who dare to covet the people he values ​​most at the lowest cost, and these war gangs will also be attacked in the future. When he was playing with death, he thought it would be nice if the person who killed him was someone as easy to talk to as Huron.

In short, regardless of what happened to the other warbands and other mortal legions, whether they stayed in Talon to fight or ran away, the Red Pirates successfully evacuated.

Although the number of people has shrunk from tens of thousands close to the size of the legion to more than 18,000, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there were less than 10,000 Star Claws when they defected. As long as the Star Claw veterans are still alive, the scale of the Red Pirates will only become larger. A matter of time.

As the flagship turned into the maelstrom, Huron realized one thing, that is, the words spoken by the Four Gods and their lackeys must be farts appropriately.

"A big hole has been made in the center of the Tyrone star sector. Demons can invade at any time. The entire star sector is as fragile as a piece of paper."

"The Lord of Tyrone has been brought into the subspace. Keep fighting. Victory will definitely be yours."

"The great evil star aspect, this is the curse used by the Eldar God to deal with the Star God. Believe me, we can take down the Lord of Tyrone and his Star God companions in Elona."

Thinking of these words, Huron, standing by the porthole, couldn't help laughing.

There are many Star Claw veterans on the bridge, and they are here to report what happened.

In the corner of the bridge there are many pieces of armor belonging to the dead of the Red Pirate Warband. It is an iron law set by Huron that these armors must be found and passed down.

Now that so much armor is here, you can imagine how much the Red Pirates paid.

"Hahahahaha!" Huron was still recalling the words of the gods and their lackeys, listening to the explanations and promises the four gods kept saying in his mind, and laughing at them with a sarcastic laugh.

But his expression under the helmet was not cheerful, but twisted and painful.

Staring at the armor with wet eyes, tears kept falling down his face and into Huron's laughing mouth.