In orbit of the Red Corsairs' homeworld.
A batch of boarding craft, trailing plumes of exhaust, surged toward the lunar class cruiser.
On the ground, Huron and Abaddon watched as the boarding craft, packed with Astartes, slammed into the ship and vanished as if into an abyss, without a single reaction. The two waited for a full ten minutes before withdrawing their gazes, their expressions filled with confusion, wondering what was going on.
Huron's thought was simple: where did his Astartes who jumped over go? Why wasn't there even a splash?
Abaddon, unaware that Sith had subsequently been forced to accept recruits from the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, simply assumed that Sith was still carrying the blessings of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods.
Thinking this, Abaddon even felt that the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods were being completely unreasonable!
Watching the silent lunar class cruiser in orbit and confirming that his Astartes had been lost, Huron had no choice but to cast his gaze back down to the ground below.
There, more troops were gathering, including quite a few newly joined Astartes.
Huron first glanced at his old guard, then shook his head inwardly and looked at the new recruits, a decision forming in his eyes.
'I will have a camera installed on each of you and have the fleet provide cover. Go and prepare for boarding.'
The new recruits looked at each other, but the vast majority, after glancing at the broken fleet in orbit that looked so easy to bully, turned to prepare for the mission.
Only Black Skull, who had just stepped off the transport ship and was immediately called to assemble, looked at Huron and Abaddon in front of him, then up at Sith who had arrived shortly after, his face full of resignation.
Faced with Huron ordering him to board Sith's ship, he felt resigned, yet also couldn't care less.
Running was impossible; even for an Astartes, Chaos would never tolerate betrayal.
If he were outside, it might be fine, but now, right under Huron's nose with more Red Corsairs veterans around, Black Skull had only one path: to board Sith's bridge.
Soon, to figure out exactly what was happening on the bridge, the Dark Mechanicum installed a large number of cameras on Black Skull and these new recruits.
Then, the already prepared transport craft took another batch of boarding teams into space.
But this time, Huron and Abaddon, who stayed behind, stared at the monitors without blinking.
It was as if countless mobile cameras followed the crowded personnel into the warship, shuddering under artillery fire as they entered the boarding craft. In the violently shaking footage, the front door of the boarding craft suddenly opened. Just as the group of boarding teams was about to rush through the obscuring smoke and open fire, a figure rushed out ahead of everyone else with both hands raised high.
Because everyone had a camera, it could be seen very clearly from other angles.
The Chaos Warband leader known as Black Skull simply raised his hands high, holding no weapons.
'Is he used to using his fists?'
A bewildered ground leader asked, and Huron glared at him fiercely, while a subordinate acted as a mouthpiece:
'That's a surrender!'
When Huron withdrew his gaze from this blind subordinate and looked back at the screen, the boarding team, which had been so aggressive, actually knelt down in unison after rushing out of the smoke and catching a glimpse of what was in front of them.
Uh, along with the first batch of boarding teams who were also kneeling in front of them.
Huron's eyes nearly popped out in shock. He didn't even know what was happening at that moment until he frantically scanned the views and finally looked further ahead from the perspective of a bolder boarding team member, discovering the culprit who had made all his boarding teams kneel so neatly.
When the group saw the Khorne Berzerkers picking up the Chaos Astartes one by one and slapping them, surrounded by elites who obviously had the favor of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, as well as a large group of silent Legion of the Damneds who were simply aiming their black-flame Bolters at them, they all wisely chose to kneel first.
After all, not to mention the quality, which was clearly inferior at a glance, even in terms of quantity, those Greenskin Bosses in the back were almost as big as Dreadnoughts—that was just too excessive!
What? Is your frontline Greenskin cannon fodder starting at the level of a Boss?!
This scene even made Huron below feel that his subordinates had done the right thing, because even if it were him, he would probably have considered how to jump back the moment he saw this.
Thinking of this, Huron finally recalled something. He jerked his head to look at Abaddon, who was also dumbfounded beside him, his eyes filled with irrepressible anger.
'You call this a little tail?!'
Facing Huron's angry questioning, Abaddon awkwardly withdrew his gaze, trying his best not to look at Huron, who had lost two waves of boarding teams.
At the same time, he grumbled that he understood this universe less and less.
Although the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods had not continued to grant blessings, seeing Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Nurgle, the God-Emperor, and even Greenskin troops teaming up was less shocking than seeing the divine light still shining brightly on Sith.
At the same time, according to Abaddon's frantic recollection, he didn't remember there being so many Greenskin Bosses on Sith's ship.
Looking at their size, if they grew any taller, they would almost be 'War Bosses' capable of ruling a planet.
But that didn't make sense; after all, where would one find assembly-line 'War Bosses'?!
Furthermore, looking at that group of 'demons' of the five gods, as a Warmaster who had dealt with these Warp entities for many years, he couldn't help but feel that these 'demons' were suspiciously strong!
After all, whose Thousand Sons Sorcerer would switch to being a melee mage after only following Sith for a few days?!
Khorne wasn't just head-down hacking anymore; they had actually learned to teleport?!
If he looked again after some time, and Sith's subordinates had all suddenly ascended to Greater Daemons, and the Greenskins had inexplicably changed into Krorks, Abaddon felt he might be able to accept it.
As for the remaining Legion of the Damneds... well, at least their methods for destroying everything were indeed simpler, more brutal... and efficient!
At this moment, Huron hadn't noticed these details. He was busy ordering the fleet to prepare to destroy Sith from a distance, while also ordering ground-based anti-aircraft fire to be set up, constantly guarding against Sith landing.
He prepared to drown Sith in artillery fire.
But just as Huron finished all this, the most unlikely dark magic appeared in the most unlikely place.
Imperial faction... Warp teleportation entry!
When the Thousand Sons cast a large-scale teleportation spell, allowing Sith to lead the favorites of the Five Gods and the Greenskin Bosses to the surface directly via dark Warp magic, the surrounding Chaos pirates were instantly shocked, their mouths agape.
Huron was also thrown into a panic by this sudden scene.
Only Abaddon, who had been deep in thought, watched these favorites of the gods who had finally appeared in front of him. Only then, with eyes gradually brightening, did he suddenly clench his fist and strike his hand.
'No wonder they were forced to accept recruits.'
'This is for Sith to train SSRs for them!'
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