Kilsager and Chat Groups

In the previous naval battle, the undead fleet led by Tarasin did not participate.

His flagship, the Sands of Time, carrying dozens of Blessed Sons and a space necromancer force, set off to pursue the planet-killer that had not traveled with the main fleet, while the necromancer fleet naturally accompanied it.

After a long search, the Necromancer fleet finally detected the target's trail in the distant Sinchar sector.

This terrifying planet-killer is currently traveling alongside a smaller fleet of Chaos ships.

Upon discovering the massive warship, Tarachin did not hesitate to use his extraordinary technology to instantly transfer his consciousness to a ready-made body on the Sands of Time, thus taking control of the entire situation.

At this moment, the Chaos Fleet is quietly anchored in orbit high above a planet.

It is not difficult to deduce from this situation that they are plundering the planet below that belongs to the Empire without restraint in order to replenish their supplies and personnel.

"Lord Huron, an alien warship has been spotted."

Now, the one in command of this colossal ship is none other than the infamous traitor who betrayed the human race—Blackheart Huron!

Moreover, he was also in control of the warship by his infamous Red Pirate gang.

It's important to understand that this warband's strength is terrifying. Although it is slightly smaller than the various Chaos Astartes Legions, it still possesses several thousand exceptionally ferocious Chaos Space Marines.

With such a powerful force, even if faced with a combined attack from several Imperial Astartes chapters, they could probably handle it with ease, and might even be able to achieve victory.

“An alien warship?” Huron strode to the divination box, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the distinctive crescent-shaped warship.

He knew these creatures all too well—space necromancers, both the mortal enemies of Chaos and an ancient civilization that even the human empire could not defeat.

However, there were only three warships in front of him at this moment, which did not frighten Huron in the slightest.

After all, his fleet still had over a thousand Red Pirate traitor Space Marines, not to mention the Planet Killer, which gave him confidence.

"Start the engine immediately and move our ship over there at full speed!" Huron felt a surge of adrenaline rush to his heart, as if he could already see himself wielding his sword and severing those alien heads to decorate his armor.

“But, sir… the order given by the war commander is…” a subordinate said hesitantly.

"Who do you take me for!" Before the man could finish speaking, Huron, enraged, swung his right arm and slapped the Chaos believer who dared to contradict him hard across the face.

With a loud bang, the believer's head was smashed open, and blood gushed from his neck.

"Pull the boat over!"

Huron was certainly not a mindless brute; he knew very well that his fleet would be at a disadvantage in a cannon battle against an alien race like the Space Necromancers.

Therefore, the only feasible tactic was to use the Planet Killer's heavy armor to quickly approach the enemy and then project the thousands of Space Marines on board onto the enemy's warship.

Only in this way can we have the opportunity to paralyze or even completely destroy these hateful alien ships, thereby winning this crucial battle.

As for the damage the Planet Killer would suffer, he didn't care much. After all, it wasn't his ship, and he didn't believe that Abaddon hadn't left any backup plans on the warship.

The two fleets began to approach each other, and Tarasin, seeing the planet killers charging towards him, gave the order not to fire on them.

Now that his Trinity Guard has returned to the Sands of Time after the battle with Kirsaj, and the other marines have also been deployed here via the chat group, the once empty hall has suddenly become crowded.

Huron felt he was getting a little carried away; the space necromancers' firepower was terrifying.

He watched with heartache as warships were blasted apart by Gauss's flail, the Void Shield rendered meaningless, and the armor blessed by Chaos was torn to shreds like a piece of paper.

Their attacks only created ripples when they hit the shields of the space necromancer ships, and most of their attacks missed these space necromancer warships that were maneuvering in bizarre ways.

Huron overestimated his fleet's resilience, and the price he paid was that by the time the planet-killers finally reached the teleportation range, all the remaining Chaos ships had been sunk.

"Damn aliens!" Huron cursed. These warships were his entire fortune, his people's ships!

"Lord Huron, we've been boarded!" a Terminator reported. "Those damned traitors and aliens are attacking us together! Wait! What's that? Enchantment..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huron heard a noise, and without a doubt, the Chaos Terminator had been killed.

"The False Emperor's lackey! Humph! He's actually stooped to cooperating with the Xenomorphs!" Huron picked up his battle axe and strode out of the bridge. An ominous red light emanated from the power claw in his right hand. The traitorous Space Marines belonging to the Red Pirates followed him away.

They were going to tear apart the traitors and aliens who dared to invade this giant ship, and rip off their heads to decorate their armor and weapons.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The massive, multi-ton object stomped on the warship's floor with a series of thuds, accompanied by the sound of creatures falling to the ground. There were no gunshots, nor the sound of explosives being fired.

The demon has been unleashed; bizarre bone spurs protrude from the terracotta armor, and the joints of the legs no longer resemble those of a human, but rather the reversed joints of a vampire.

His right hand had transformed into a grotesque demonic claw, and several eyes had sprung up on his helmet; everything was so bizarre.

At the monster's feet lay a Red Pirate Terminator with his head crushed, surrounded by more than a dozen renegade Space Marines, all reduced to corpses.

This was the scene Huron saw when he arrived, an enchanted warrior skilled in combat, or at least that's what he thought.

The blessed son also saw them, or rather, he was the first to spot Huron. He stood silently, watching the leader of the Red Pirate Warband.

"Who sent you?" Huron asked tentatively. Although enchanted warriors were normally irrational, this one was different from the one he remembered.

The Blessed Child's size slowly shrank, the bone spikes retracted, and the demonic claws transformed into a hand covered in steel. A Word Bearer Space Marine wearing MK4 Extreme Power Armor appeared before them.

"Blackheart Huron, former Chapter Master of the Starclaws, son of Guilliman, inherited his ambition... and arrogance."