Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 437 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows (22) Court Meeting
"tomorrow?"

Under the ancient Colchis sculpture in the dark hall, a faint sneer came out.

Bellorum suddenly raised his drooping head, but it was difficult to find the source of malice from the dim figure.

No, too many.

The Dark Apostle is a walker who serves the Power of Destruction, and the chaos caused by infighting and disputes on the road to power is naturally one of the ways to please the Power of Destruction.

Maliciousness is commonplace among these people of chaotic beliefs. As for this kind of ridicule that does not involve bloodshed, it can be called a kind of "warmth".

Eugenio, who was kneeling beside him, was stronger than him, and his armor was more solemn and magnificent.

But the label of being a loser made this more experienced shepherd no different from him, and even looked more embarrassed at this moment.

"Tomorrow?" The questioning voice in front of him made Bellorum bow his head again.

The person sitting in the middle of the seat hadn't spoken yet, but the noncommittal tone of the leader of his own faction made the new shepherd withdraw his thoughts instantly and calm down.

The laughter also subsided after the superiors spoke out. It was not a big deal to laugh at a newly promoted apostle, but continuing to laugh after Black Sir had spoken was undoubtedly a provocation to the Sir himself.

No one dared to do this, because that was the only person who could stand in the first position of the chief priest and the archbishop at the legion ceremony, and stand outside the struggle between the two for thousands of years without falling.

It is not uncommon for people to challenge him in thousands of years, but just seeing that it is still him sitting here today, one can know the fate of those challengers.

The power scepter and the molecular blade rapier are his favorite weapons, and as the symbolic meaning of these two weapons:
Once you are regarded as a threat by him, then you will face a fatal blow stabbed from the darkness under many conspiracies.

And another such veteran apostle—the general, Urik, is sitting on the other side of the head pastor at this moment.

Unlike the black knight who has always been in charge of planning and planning, Eugenio's status, like his "nickname", is obtained entirely by military exploits.

This is a rare professional soldier who is good at maneuvering, and the faction formed by him and his subordinates is also a powerful composition of the dark apostles who specialize in the frontal battlefield.

The pocket of logistics and the sharp edge of the battlefield are the core functions of the black knight and the general.

The reason why the two factions were able to maintain and not be annexed by the chief pastor and the archbishop, of course, was due to the fact that the two were in control of power and strategy, but the core reason was the functions of their two groups, and the Word Bearers Legion was inescapable missing part.

The darkness became quiet again, and many cold eyes once again focused on the two losers.

Everyone is waiting for the judgment of the superior, and among the dark apostles, Gein's sharing of food for the losers is also a cruel but indispensable ritual.

Can the Jazz and the General keep their vassals?

If so, what price will they have to pay?
If not, does it mean that the authority of the two is no longer stable, so there is a chance to challenge?

The careerists are waiting for the leader's order, just like greedy hyenas are looking at their wounded companions.But no one dared to challenge the dignity of the Jazz before the chief pastor made a statement.The malice in the darkness was churning and surging like substance, but there was no extra sound.

beep... beep...

Erebus finally paused his cane in satisfaction, and the eyes of many dark apostles followed the right and focused on him.

This is the scene he is most happy to see. No matter how sweet the taste of Gein's power and strength is, it needs to be foiled by this silent solemnity from time to time.

Under his management of the Word Bearers Legion for thousands of years, the chaos, bloody but authoritative order in the darkness can now be seen at a glance.

"Continue." Feeling the joy of the chief priest, the Sir turned his head to look at the general sitting opposite him. This kind of "tolerance" is rare among the chief priest, and he certainly would not let go of this opportunity.

"Yes! The Imperial Navy does not have heavy battleships, so there is nothing to be afraid of. I have forced them out of the central area of ​​the Alto [-] galaxy, and the conditions for a full-scale war on the ground are ready.

Just give me another 24 hours and I will dedicate that damned planet to you! "

Bellorum reassured the chief priest with a hoarse throat, but his eager gaze was suppressed by reason, and he stared at the ground firmly;

The clenched fist armor left dark marks on the obsidian floor, and the steaming water vapor on the power armor silently reflected his embarrassment...

"What about you? Eugenio, what do you want to say?" The general opened his mouth after Bellorum's voice fell, and while finding opportunities for his apprentices to express their views, he blocked any chance for a third party to join the discussion.

"20 hours." Eugenio's tone was as cold as his mentor's, without any room for guarantee, but it became a clear stream among the dark apostles full of intrigues.

The general's eyes moved away from the apprentice after receiving the answer, and he also looked at Erebus, who was sitting on the throne, waiting for the ruling of the helm of the legion.

one second...

two seconds...

three seconds...

"27 hours."

The embarrassing silence was finally broken, the head priest looked at the time on the arm armor and said to the two.

"From now until the end of Alto-27's next rotation cycle, you have [-] hours left."

"Your will!" Belorum's hanging heart finally let go, and after the fear darker than death passed, the flame of ambition burned from his eyes again.

He couldn't wait to express his attitude to the superior, but before he got up from the ground, Erebus' voice made him fall into a trough again.

"And... correct me, it's not my will, it's the will of the legion master."

"Yes..." Belorum lowered his head again, he knew that his little thoughts had been seen through.An overly urgent tone betrays his weakness, and flattery to the head priest betrays his own faction.

But no one cared, the brief war review came to an end, and amidst a series of armor rubbing sounds, Erebus had already left with a group of dark apostles.

Belorum raised his head to look at the leaving crowd, but all he got was the meaningful gaze of the Jazz in the crowd...

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

On the central avenue of the Three Holy Prayer, Erebus is leading his subordinates to walk on the central avenue leading to the first deck.

He didn't care about the victory or defeat of Otto in the first battle, but he felt a rare joy in playing with this ambitious man.

In his eyes, this war is like a well-prepared banquet. When the dessert before the meal is tasted, he should also lead his fleet to the most valuable "dinner".

Only allowed to win, not allowed to lose.

Haze surged from the corners of Erebus's wrinkled eyes, and the smile just now was replaced by gloomy eyes.

Lorgar's change made him have some doubts about this war that must be won, but Erebus, who thought he was well prepared, had no room to retreat after the war started.

After winning, he is still the Son of Chaos who single-handedly led the fall of the Shadow Moon Wolf, and the scepter of the chief of the Dark Council is naturally still brilliant.

If he lost, then under Luo Jia's extra "generosity", he completely lost the reason to defend himself. As for the end, he no longer dared or wanted to imagine...

The defeat of Alto No. [-] and No. [-] had no effect on the situation of the battle, or on the contrary, the stalemate on the two battlefields was within his expectations.

The resistance encountered here confirmed his guess about the deployment of the empire's troops, and after confirming the deployment of the enemy's troops, Erebus no longer had any doubts about Moro's invasion.

Ten large warbands already surpassed the strength of a complete battlegroup in the era of the Great Crusade. Excluding the two warbands deployed on Otto's front line and one warband stationed in the three galaxies behind, he still has There are a full eight thousand fighters available.

And the sacrilege ceremony at the rear continued.

The two warbands sent out to kill and plunder across the galaxy will bring back a steady stream of people for sacrifice.The sacrilegious holy objects that I personally placed among the three galaxies will also continue to accumulate the death and hatred brewing and accumulating here.

When the turmoil, chaos, and the hatred and death they brought reached the next high point in the entire Zhan Morrow, the army of millions of demons belonging to the Word Bearers and the accompanying Titan Ark will be able to descend from the subspace smoothly Reality.

And more importantly, the erosion of Moro.

Without the noble bloodline of Horus as a sacrifice, if you want to open the great portal to the land of the gods, you need to use a large number of sacrifices to please the gods.

And the opening of this portal is even more important to Erebus than the outcome of the entire war.

Whether it is to use it to lead the corruption ceremony to Calvin to fulfill his promise to Lorgar; or to use it to complete the sacrifice with the life of a high lord and the entire star area, and finally achieve his own goal, this portal does not allow lose.

But in the dark, there is a force reminding Erebus that there may be unexpected changes in the ritual there.

So after careful consideration, the chief pastor finally decided to follow his instinct and follow the prompting of fate.

"Zarulak." Erebus stopped and said softly.

"I'm here." A tall warrior in the crowd jumped out and walked in front of Erebus.

On the scarlet-black Terminator power armor, in addition to the gorgeous Colchis inscription, there are also real demonic documents flowing like blood.

The Dark Apostle, the honored and blessed Zarulak, a warrior given demonic form by the Power of Destruction, leader of a veteran warband directly subordinate to the Demon Primarch Lorgar.

"Take your men back to take over Padilla's defense."

"Yes! But as far as I know, Cole is in charge there now." Zarulak's tone contained subtle emotions, because the dark apostle named Cole happened to be his political enemy in the legion.

The same family background as Colchis, the same pious city-state of Marche, the same origin from a conscription in the middle of the Great Expedition, and even the same upper-class nobles of Marche, and mutual enemies...

"Just say it's my order." Erebus obviously knew the background of the two people, or what he wanted was the competition between the leaders of the two warbands.

Zarulak, who had no doubts, saluted and turned to leave, but Erebus, who watched his figure leave, seemed to have an illusion, an illusion that the situation was out of control...

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