Chapter 465: I want to focus my energy on military affairs

The Mistress panted on the command throne, the blood-colored chains mixed with the iron cables injected into her body, looking exceptionally terrifying.

The bald man chanted spells in a low voice, and the Blood God's power lingered in the air, restraining, controlling, and enslaving the Mistress, that is, the machine spirit of the Conqueror.

She struggled painfully, ultimately gaining nothing.

"She is my slave now." That bald man————the Hand of Destiny, Erebus, said so.

Kossolax's face twisted.

This was his ship, his Conqueror, and now he was the one who was like a guest.

As for snatching it back from Erebus...

Erebus had already shown his strength. He summoned four Greater Daemons at will, crushed the crew under the Mistress's control, and easily bound the Mistress, forcing her to submit to Erebus.

And the Blood God stood on Erebus's side... The Blood God even dragged Angron back into the Warp to pave the way for Erebus.

Kossolax laughed mockingly.

Now it was good; both the Mistress and he were just Erebus's slaves.

"..." That multi-limbed scarlet giant beast brought by Erebus, with a child's face and a huge body, seemed to sense the anger toward Erebus hidden in the bottom of Kossolax's heart and leaned toward Kossolax.

Kossolax glanced at the giant beast and casually reached out to rub the shriveled and blood-stained head of the child's face.

"He seems to like me quite a bit." Kossolax looked at Erebus and said.

"It doesn't have the emotion of liking." Erebus said mockingly: "Anger and madness, it only has these two emotions, and it should only have these two emotions, just like the World Eaters."

Kossolax had no reaction to Erebus's mockery.

He was good at suppressing anger; he could even curb the Butcher's Nails, let alone Erebus's mockery.

And he had long been accustomed to being obscure and subservient to others.

"What do you want the Conqueror for?" Kossolax asked.

The Conqueror was incomparably powerful. She was a Gloriana-class battleship, a Primarch among warships, and the throne of the entire World Eaters Legion.

Erebus snatching the Conqueror must have some big plan.

"Do you want to invade Terra? Kill the False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and sit on the Golden Wang Zuo yourself?"

"Or attack Baal? Let the sons of Sanguinius suffer and bleed?"

"Or Ultramar? Go and avenge the old hatred of the Word Bearers, and let the Ultramarines' homeworld burn?"

Kossolax's questions made Erebus freeze in place.

What were all these things? Sit on the Golden Wang Zuo himself? Attack Baal and Ultramar?

He, Erebus, was bold enough, even daring to face Saint Doraemon.

But to face the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, Sanguinius, and Guilliman at the same time...

"I don't want to face the anger of Sanguinius and Guilliman at the same time again." Erebus thought Kossolax must be provoking him and said coldly.

Kossolax laughed out loud upon hearing this: "The era of Primarchs has ended."

There was a deathly silence in the gloomy air.

Erebus stared at Kossolax, and even the Mistress on the throne stared at Kossolax.

"Don't you know that the Primarchs have returned?" Erebus asked.

"... Really?" Now it was Kossolax's turn to be stunned.

Facing the gaze of Erebus and the Mistress, Kossolax was silent for a while and then said:

"I haven't paid much attention to the intelligence between the galaxies. I have focused my main energy on military affairs."

Erebus was speechless for a while. He knew this little Chaos Lord couldn't be relied upon, but he didn't expect him to be so unreliable.

But he was not without value. He did have some brains, for a World Eater.

He relied on luck to snatch the Conqueror, and relied on the name of the Conqueror to gather a full eight warbands, crowning himself the Regent of the World Eaters.

Although this title was fake, the power of the eight warbands and this Conqueror were real.

Erebus could arrange the Conqueror into a new slaughterhouse.

The Conqueror was powerful enough. Although Erebus's own Blessed Lady as an Abyss-class was not inferior to a Gloriana-class battleship in terms of volume and firepower,

But the Gloriana-class battleship was the Primarch's flagship, the throne bestowed by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang to the Primarchs, and the mother carrying the legion.

In a deeper concept that transcended reality, the Gloriana was irreplaceable.

And using a warship as a slaughterhouse could also avoid Saint Doraemon entering the interior of the warship through a door.

Erebus sorted out the known information and guessed that the red-with-pink wooden door must have a map to teleport accurately.

And the interior of the Conqueror was twisted to the extreme, and its map had long since ceased to exist, which could avoid Saint Doraemon throwing in another bomb capable of destroying a planet.

But he needed time, time to control those eight warbands and the Conqueror, and also time to transform them.

He had to think of a way, a good way to delay Saint Doraemon's steps.

He had to send an assassin... this assassin's skills might not be the strongest, but when it came to disgusting people, he was indeed unique.

Kharn was sweating profusely, panting uncontrollably.

He woke up from his dream in pain and struggle.

Kharn seemed to have had a nightmare, in which he vaguely heard a soul asking him for help.

But Kharn didn't remember that dream clearly; he just felt his brain was in a mess.

Ding-dong————

At this moment, the doorbell of the room rang.

This room originally belonged to Macarius's adjutant, so it was naturally equipped with such a thing as a doorbell.

However, on the Lightbringer now, very few people would go there.

Seth would kick the door open if he wanted to find him, Titus would also push the door and enter, and that Raven Guard would inexplicably appear in Kharn's room without even pushing the door.

The only person who would follow this etiquette was...

He crawled up from the table————the bed in this room was really ridiculously large, Kharn couldn't stand it, so he slept on the table.

Kharn didn't need to wear power armor either. With a roll of flesh and blood, the demon possessing Kharn's body directly spat out the power armor, covering Kharn's body surface.

Then he pushed the door open and saw the warrior wearing purple power armor standing in front of him.

The Primaris warrior Saul, who claimed to be a son of Rogal Dorn, stood in front of Kharn, saluting Kharn with an elegant Aquila.

"I am a traitor, and you still pay attention to these etiquettes with me." Kharn laughed gloomily twice: "Are you hoping I will praise the False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang?"

"Etiquette is not just respect for others, but also self-restraint." Saul was not angered by Kharn, but said seriously: "If you cannot restrain your own pride, you will only become arrogant and degenerate."

Kharn laughed lightly two or three times again. He often suspected that Saul's gene-seed came from an acquaintance of his, an Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child from the Great Crusade era.

The style was a bit similar, but Saul was much more immature.

"Lord Zhou Yun invites you to attend the meeting."

This made Kharn show a wry smile.

"I am a traitor who has hit the Butcher's Nails. Is there really a need for me to participate in this kind of meeting?"

That Saint Doraemon often stuffed some daily management-related affairs to Kharn for no reason.

"You are the only person on the whole ship with legion-level management experience."

Saul said to Kharn while walking toward the bridge with Kharn:

"Especially since we are already quite a distance from Baal. Even if we take the Webway, we need to teleport with the Anywhere Door more than twice, and stuffing daily affairs to Lord Dante for management is a bit too troublesome."

"We can only let you, Lord Titus, and Lord Seth, who have management experience, worry about it."

Kharn responded to Saul with silence.

The two walked to the bridge and entered it.

Most of the people on the bridge had arrived: Zhou Yun, the captains of each company, Saint Doraemon's personal choices, as well as the representative of the Cadian 184th Regiment, Ms. Leina, and Ahriman, who served as a consultant on a daily basis.

Ahriman obviously started playing with his spells again. His muscular arms swept across the firmament, weaving a flickering star map.

After Kharn and Saul sat down, Ahriman nodded slightly to the two, and after paying tribute to Zhou Yun, he began to speak:

"Relying on Saint Doraemon's Finder Cane, we were able to locate Erebus's position."

As he said this, Ahriman waved his hand gently, and a red dot appeared on the star map. This red dot appeared intermittently in the starry sky, drawing a trajectory without regularity, chaotic and irregular.

"Erebus should have discovered the working mechanism of the Finder Cane to a certain extent, often using the ritual dagger to shuttle back and forth between the Warp and the material universe, never staying in one position for too long, interfering with our positioning to a certain extent."

"In addition to his ritual dagger, Erebus seems to have obtained some kind of powerful warship. The power of that ship itself is so powerful that our divination cannot determine its true identity."

"Can't you locate the specific position of that ship?" Titus looked at Ahriman and asked.

"It's very difficult. Erebus is not always on the ship. He has been using the ritual dagger to appear all over the galaxy, interfering with the Finder Cane's positioning. In addition, the ship itself is constantly moving. With the two superimposed, it's a mess. We don't know at all when Erebus is on the ship and when he is not."

"If we can know the true identity of that ship and know who else is on that ship, we should be able to use the Finder Cane in conjunction with divination to locate it."

"..." Kharn stared fixedly at the red dot on the star map woven by Ahriman.

Some of the red dots became more and more scorching and brighter in Kharn's eyes, vaguely resonating with Kharn.

"Lotara Sarrin."

Kharn suddenly roared in a low voice, the corners of his mouth split into a bloodthirsty smile with boundless anger:

"It's the Conqueror."

"Erebus has enslaved the Conqueror."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 466 =====