Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 213: Lawless Maelstrom

The Red Corsairs, formerly known as the Astral Claws, were responsible for a rebellion orchestrated by their Chapter Master Huron in the mid-41st Millennium.

After the Empire invested countless combat forces in it, the traitors who ruled the Great Vortex were mostly wiped out, but with the help of their leader Huron, they soon revived.

Now they are Abaddon's right-hand men, with several Ominous Ark and a Blackstone Fortress, and their combat power is spread throughout the Maelstrom area.

In the vortex of chaos, they expanded lawlessly, because the light of the Emperor could not shine here, and chaos was the only rule here.

Now, from the Red Corsair's flagship, the Wraith of Destruction, countless artillery fire was attacking Guilliman's Glory of Macragge.

It was a red battle barge, a divine iron fist made of plasteel, adamantium, and thick iron mesh, with a total length of 7.5 kilometers.

The flagship was armed with orbital bombardment cannons, lances, and plasma torpedoes.

It now appeared to be a thousand years old, standing high above the fleet like a monarch, witnessing the suffering of Ultramar's visitors.

On it, all traces of loyalty that once represented the Empire have been erased, leaving only the blood-red mark of the Chapter...

Now, there is no order at all on the Ghost of Destruction.

There is no quiet place here, and normal people are rarely seen. Most of the crew members have many irreversible mutations in their bodies.

They are also decorated with horns made from the skin, teeth, and bones of many people.

On the bridge, a dark red giant wearing power armor was looking at the countless data on the panel and the fluctuations on the star map.

Is he the Holy Astarte? No! He is the very opposite of the word!
When the giant looked out of the ship, he saw an infinite number of distorted voids and bubbles outside the ship's windows.

There were also a lot of hallucinations, scary monsters, and demons, but he didn't feel fear. Instead, he laughed with joy.

That's a rift in the Warp, a place where time and space are distorted.

A mirror of the material world, and he is the master here.

He is the lord of the Maelstrom, someone even Abaddon has to stay away from!
He, Luft Huron, is the king of this place!
The irony is that he was once a champion Space Marine who stood tall among his fellows and was a representative of nobility and integrity in the galaxy.

He used his body, will and weapons as a shield to keep the empire alive.

In his own way, Huron once believed in the Imperium of Man and the Emperor, and the strict duty of his Chapter.

However, the Empire has no tolerance for behavior outside of what is permitted by its regulations.

Faced with the blasphemous act of accumulating gene seeds and expanding the legion's strength, the Empire chose to punish.

It stands to reason that tools that fail to fully perform their duties will be discarded.

But for a tool like Luft Huron, it is too powerful to be easily destroyed.

Now he has become the one who bites back at the empire.

They returned to the Empire, but their bodies, wills and weapons were no longer the Empire's shield.

But it is a sword aimed at its heart!

Now, his battle-brother emerged from the side warehouse to report to the Lord of the Maelstrom.

"My Lord," he said, kneeling on one knee. "We have locked onto Macragge's Glory. Guilliman, overcome by Magnus's spell, is apparently unable to strike back.

Huron now sits on a metal throne, half of his huge body is burned, his neck is pierced by hot melt, and now he is relying on vicious witchcraft to survive.

He gently clenched his huge scarlet power pliers and spoke viciously.

"Show Abaddon that what he fears is worthless."

The scarlet battle-brother, Chaos Astartes, replied, "My lord, I believe the fleets from Macragge still hold considerable strength!"

Huron touched the strange creature on his shoulder nonchalantly. It was an ugly parrot-like thing.

He said in a hoarse voice.

"So what? Tell the Runesmith to keep firing until the Light Lance melts and the Macro Cannon collapses. Don't forget, we're up against a Primarch!"

He gave a malicious smile.

Because he understood that if he wanted to make this rotten empire fall apart, then Guilliman would be his biggest obstacle!
On the other side, Taylor's Franstan cut through the bodies of many demons and walked through one path after another. At the same time, they saw that most areas of Macragge's Glory had been paralyzed.

This made Taylor feel like he was almost suffocating.

As he walked to the bridge, escorted by the Librarian, he heard Guilliman speaking rapidly to the Living Sage and Cawl.

"Unable to warp jump?"

Guilliman's expression was filled with gloom. His ships had been completely paralyzed due to repeated attacks, and now the large number of demons made them even more confused.

He had to admit that the expedition had failed.

He looked at the red dots flashing on the star map in disappointment. At the same time, several signals appeared that did not belong to the Empire or Chaos.

Guilliman immediately perked up and asked Cawl, "Unknown ships? Where did they come from?"

Kaul operated the screen, focusing on those guys, and soon, signals from those ships appeared.

A blue alien appeared on the bridge's display screen. They were wearing high-tech equipment and looked at the humans in surprise.

Titanium family.

Guilliman had heard of them, a weak xenos race on the border of the Ultima Segmentum, and they were probably a Tau expedition on an exploratory mission.

Alien...

Guilliman looked at those guys with disappointment, and the high-ranking members of the Water Caste spoke at this moment.

"We, the merchant fleet, hope to pass through this area. Although I don't know why the imperial ships would come to the deep submersible area..."

The Librarian couldn't help but ask, "Deep? This is the shallow layer of the High Heavens, and they call this the Deep Dive Area?"

Taylor said. "This is their bubble drive, allowing them to travel into the shallow reaches of the subspace. This is cutting-edge technology for them."

"I have fought alongside the Tau, so I know it well."

At this point Guilliman said, "I want you to fire on those red ships. If you buy us time, I will pay you well."

His tone was like he was giving orders to the Tau.

They replied. "We serve only the Aether's bidding, humans."

But at this moment, Taylor came here.

"Hey, old man, you owe me one, remember?"

The expression of the Shui clan executive changed slightly.

"Sir Taylor, it's been a while, but after the Battle of Behemoth, we've settled our differences."

"And I don't think humans would come to this area. This is our most confidential technological achievement..."

"I do owe you a debt, but there's still no need to declare war on a strange force just for you."

Taylor said at this moment. "If I am willing to provide you with the subspace engine, would you consider it?"

Call looked up now, his indicator flashing, and said, "Negative, Taylor, I deny this."

Guilliman insisted. "I can tolerate the aliens acquiring Warp Drive technology, as long as we can win."

"This is for the future of the Empire, Cawl!"

The metal giant lowered his head silently and continued to maintain the stability of the equipment.

The leader of the Water Clan hesitated for a moment, and after communicating with the Tu Clan member wearing yellow clothes next to him, he answered.

"We will open fire in three standard Terran minutes."

"For the Greater Good..."

Taylor replied. "For the Emperor, my friend."

(End of this chapter)