The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2176 - Raging Huron

“Ah——”

Gasping and retracting his consciousness, Sosi Yang found that the world before him had gradually quieted down. He was still at this console, the silver threadworms still wriggling. He now knew they were called Magesteel Neural Clusters, a magical and bizarre semi-warp creation, and a very worthwhile research subject. Now they were all concentrated around him, invisible, but everywhere under the floor and in the walls.

After resting for a while, and his body recovering some mobility, Sosi Yang slowly stood up, but still couldn't help but sway.

“Chapter Master.”

Mark and Murad immediately supported him from the left and right. Sosi Yang turned his head and saw everyone looking at him.

Then Talos spoke:

“The warp engine has been shut down, but this derelict ship has also disintegrated. It is now divided into dozens of pieces. The place where we are standing is relatively complete. By the way, the Grey Knights are cursing. They don't know what happened, but they were almost thrown into space for a cosmic wander. Now they seem to want to talk to you.”

Sosi Yang replied with a wry smile:

“Let them wait a bit.”

Then he found Rogris and connected to the fleet communication.

“Captain Losa, what's the situation?”

“Report, Chapter Master, fleet communication has been restored, but the situation is not very good. The Mantis Warriors and the Flesh Tearers have privately detached from the formation to behead Huron, but they have been temporarily blocked by the Red Corsairs' ships. Huron's flagship is transferring and may escape. Our formation has been scattered and unable to organize an effective interception.”

Sosi Yang was not very surprised by this. In fact, he had expected that this might happen.

“Understood, you now send a message to Chapter Master Arash, asking him to pursue the Red Corsairs from the side. The main fleet will also immediately pursue Huron's flagship. I will return to the flagship immediately.”

“Chapter Master, when the communication was restored, there was also a mysterious message sent to the ship. It was an encrypted signal... because it was an emergency, I opened the message. It said that Huron had changed his flagship. He was aboard a Murder-class cruiser. The 'Doom Wraith' is just a decoy, and that ship is hiding in a small fleet, moving in the opposite direction to the 'Doom Wraith' and the Red Corsairs' main capital ships.”

Immediately, Sosi Yang knew that it was Okam who sent the message, and then said calmly:

“I know, the original order remains unchanged, but the 'Eternal Fidelity', 'Unbound Soul', and 'Soul Bringer' will reorganize the formation. After I return, immediately change direction, and arrange several destroyer squadrons to harass that slow small fleet.”

“Yes.”

Sosi Yang looked at the others.

“Everyone withdraw from the derelict ship and return to the flagship. →”

Then he looked at Rogris.

“Forge Master, you and the Tech-Priests will stay here temporarily. After returning to the flagship, I will immediately arrange for people to drag this part of the wreckage out of the battlefield. It has some very important things.”

“Received, Chapter Master.”

And just thirty minutes before the Death Spectrum completely shattered—

Sitting on the command throne, looking at the chaotic battlefield, and listening to various terrible loss reports, the Lord of the Maelstrom had a hearty smile on his face.

“Sosi Yang, you have a path to heaven but you don't take it, and you choose to board the derelict ship. Good, very good, just wait for the Blackstone Fortress to arrive——”

Thinking of Sosi Yang's surprised expression when he heard the Blackstone Fortress, Huron was delighted, so he turned to the servant beside him and said:

“Pour me a glass of Blood Rose.”

“Yes, Master.”

Not long after the servant left, his other confidant, the wizard Galon, hurried over, but he didn't speak immediately, because he knew that the news might cause Huron to go berserk.

After Huron cast a questioning look, Galon coughed lightly, looked at the display, and said with some worry:

“Blackheart, the situation is unfavorable to us. The Death Spectrum did not play its ideal role. If we continue to fight, why don't we withdraw from the battle first?”

Huron smiled and waved his hand.

“Everything will be fine when the Blackstone Fortress arrives on the battlefield.”

“Ahem, that…”

“What's wrong? Stuttering, not your style at all.”

“Vortex just sent a signal…he said…he said the Blackstone was…was seized by the Eldar…”

For a moment, Huron's expression froze. At this time, the servant also came to his side with a glass of wine.

Huron stretched out his hand as if he were a puppet, picked up the glass, and brought it to his mouth, but his constantly trembling hand caused the liquid inside to spill on his armor, unable to reach his mouth at all—

“I told him ten thousand times!!!! To be careful!!!!”

In a frenzy of roaring, Huron stood up abruptly and smashed the glass on the ground. The huge noise made everyone around him subconsciously glance over, and then immediately withdraw their gaze.

“Be careful!! Be careful!! Be careful!!!! I said it countless times!!!! Must be careful of the Eldar!!!!!! And so many troops!!!!!! Even if they were millions of pigs, the Eldar couldn't kill them all!!!!!! I ordered him to guard the Blackstone Fortress!!!! That was an order!!!!!! That was an order!!!!!! He has no reason to live and say such shameless words if he didn't complete the order! You are all lying to me! The entire Red Corsairs are just a bunch of despicable, disloyal cowards!!!!

“My lord, mortals are meaningless to the Eldar… and Vortex explained that it was Viengeal colluding with Salvor-Pontus to launch a rebellion that weakened our forces…”

“Idiots!! All idiots!!!! You all are!!!!!!”

Huron almost fell into complete madness. He began to curse Vortex, then the other Red Corsairs, then Sosi Yang, the Imperium, and even the Warp—

“In the past, I fought against Chaos for the Imperium! Then I fought against the Imperium for Chaos!!! I know you all think I've been defeated! Failed! Waiting like hyenas to devour my corpse! If I could purge you incompetent people like Abaddon, I would have won long ago!!! Abaddon! Abaddon! A self-proclaimed Warmaster! A loser from ten thousand years ago! What qualifications does he have to swagger in front of me! I've never seen any damn Primarch! However, I alone created the power that took those pigs ten thousand years to create!! Traitors! From the beginning, I was betrayed! But all these traitors will pay the price! With their own blood, they will pay the price! They will be drowned in their own blood!”

Galon looked around uneasily. The Red Corsairs were casting suspicious glances here. They might be guessing whether this failed Blackheart King had gone mad.

Then he said in a low voice:

“My lord, saying that is too demoralizing…please calm down.”

But Huron continued to vent his emotions madly. Even his evil pet cowered in the shadows of the throne under his anger.

After roaring until his throat was almost hoarse, Huron swayed and staggered back onto the throne.

Finally, he calmed down, but it was not just his thoughts that were cold, but also his heart, and even his blood...

At this moment, he had only one thought left—

It's over, he's done for, the Red Corsairs are done for, everything he had worked so hard to build for so many years is completely over.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone!