Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 567 Black-Hearted King

The fame of the Red Corsair Lord is indeed impressive, and those Space Marine warbands that originated from the Maelstrom are no longer bound by the purity of their chapter seeds.

Today, the Red Corsairs are a massive multi-legion warband, rivaling, if not surpassing, the size of Abaddon's Black Legion.

And compared to the Black Legion, which still maintains the Sons of Horus as its base, its expansion is faster and more intense.

And after the Dark Side of the Empire unfolded, he became famous for his head-on confrontation with the Primarch and even forcing him into a desperate situation.

If Guilliman had not drawn the Emperor's Sword, it is clear that the Primarch might even have been imprisoned.

What Huron had accomplished was enough for him to live out his old age in peace, and if he continued to curl up inside that ridiculous maelstrom, he could still maintain his so-called dignity.

Relying on the instability of the Warp and the complex environment of the Maelstrom, this is the only way for Huron to spend his later years in peace, especially since the lifespan of Space Marines is so long.

To be honest, being a coward is what he has always done and should continue to do, but Huron is now taking risks for those ominous arks.

This is understandable. If the Lord of the Red Pirates had no ambition, he would have been the Empire's watchdog for the rest of his life without any second thoughts.

Now he wants to take back the spoils he never got, not only the Ark of the Darkness, but also a slave named Primarch.

That was the prisoner he wanted to take, and also one of the few prey he would care about. Now Huron gently grasped his power claws, and the scarlet claws showed a worrying halo.

At the same time, the complex rune array can be vaguely seen in this bizarre place made of metal. It is obvious that Huron did not come here for no reason. He has a certain degree of confidence.

It can even be said that he has the means to defeat the enemy with one blow, even if such an enemy is a powerful Primarch.

Is it a curse or a spell, physical technology or a vicious warp curse?

Taylor found it hard to imagine anything powerful enough to take down the Primarch stably.

If he had a hundred Custodes, then perhaps this could be considered, but a Primarch is not just limited to fixed abilities on paper.

A person's anger, adrenaline, or weaponry can alter their combat effectiveness.

Frankly speaking, even when facing his own fallen brothers, even Llane, who had expelled Angron, had never been forced into a desperate situation.

His sophisticated and powerful fighting skills almost made him forget the feeling of being injured, but Taylor could feel that the old beast had an amazing vitality in his body.

If Ryan gets angry, nothing can escape his wrath.

In Taylor's eyes, Huron was obviously too stupid to realize how powerful the enemy he was facing was.

And with the Emperor in charge, it seems that this task is much easier than expected.

But he was not a fool. It was obvious that Huron was planning something when the soldiers entered the core area.

As they immediately began shooting at each other from whatever cover they could find, the rune arrays began to flicker under the cover of the smell of blood.

The Ark of Evil Omen was originally part of the Warp, and now its power began to be fully revealed, becoming stronger and clearer.

This was part of the warp, so a great deal of power could be gathered here, transformed into a sickening yet familiar wave.

Big devil.

To be precise, it is a big demon with a name and surname.

Three monsters walked out of the subspace rift torn open by the cracked runes.

They are Khorne, Broken Wing, and Skarbranda.

The Great Demon of Tzeentch, the Weaver of Fate, and the three-headed demon bird Carlos.

And the notorious demon, Shalish, who is known as the Sexually Abusing Avatar.

These three were the most powerful minions of Chaos, practically the incarnations of the gods they served, even more terrifying. Kabrandt's entire body was now shimmering with a magical purple light. His broken wings had been restored, his axe had been completely repaired, and the chains on his body had been removed.

Carlos looked very energetic, with feathers all over his body emitting a strange glow, and it was obvious that he was in very good condition.

Shalis displayed a new level of magic and authority. She gained an almost impossible position as the Demon Prince. Apparently, the predecessor of this position is now in Taylor Sword.

Her figure became more graceful, and even the purple clothes with their hollow patterns could not hinder her figure. The Demon Prince never felt embarrassed, rather, she was still showing it off unscrupulously.

Behind her, there is a long and slender purple tail, a bit like a ponytail, but the end is smooth and slender, unique and strange.

And the extra tail she now had was very strange, and then Taylor quickly felt a familiar magic, which was the magic of the demon in his hand.

It was obvious that his prisoner had been abandoned by his own father. Thinking of this, Taylor felt the blade in his hand trembling slightly.

Rage, anger, disgust and madness.

For the devil, such a thing is like his own thoughts and existence being tarnished. What he wants most now is probably to rush out.

He wanted to kill the thing that stole his power, and then show his master openly that he was the offspring that he should love the most.

But Taylor just input a little of his own imperial power, and the guy had to calm down.

However, these three demon kings are no longer the same as before. To be honest, Chaos has invested too much to defeat Ryan.

Each of those big demons is now twenty meters tall. In comparison, Ryan looks so small.

What's more, Taylor is only 1.8 meters tall!

He said slightly timidly at this moment.

"Do you want me to call someone?"

Ryan said with a smile. "Who?"

"How about someone else here who can come?"

"This is the Ark of Evil Omen, the most dangerous place in the entire galaxy."

"And will your aid be the Custodes or my brothers? If possible, I would like to see Sanguinius again..."

He said it half jokingly, but he was actually looking forward to it.

Looking forward to this person creating another miracle.

The Primarch's soul will not be destroyed. Perhaps...

But his anticipation was quickly interrupted when Taylor spoke truthfully.

"Listen, there's a big demon in my sword, and he's in conflict with the one in front of us."

"If I release him, they will both lose."

"And I also know the Grand Master of the Grey Knights. I can call him over, using the Warp."

Ryan smiled and replied, "A few beasts don't require such a big show."

His old body sank at this moment, and thick fog began to spread, filling the entire area until it became pitch dark.

And Ryan's voice finally recited before disappearing.

"The hunt begins!"

(End of this chapter)