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"Who exactly are you?" Huron asked seriously, his eyes wide as he stared at the enchanted warrior who could regain his human form, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

You should know that he had never heard of such an ability before.

"Hmph, all eighteen legions harbor secrets and trump cards that no one knows about. It's perfectly normal that you know nothing about them," the blessed son replied unhurriedly, his words revealing an air of superiority.

Then, he slightly raised his head, his gaze piercing as he looked at Huron, and continued, "I am one of the Primarch Guard, one of the first enchanted warriors—a member of the Blessed Sons!"

Upon hearing this, Huron was startled, knowing full well that these Primarch Guard members were powerful and held prestigious positions.

And standing before him now was none other than a member of the Word Bearers Legion from the Great Expedition, a true veteran of ten thousand years.

Thinking of this, Huron couldn't help but ponder how to deal with the situation next.

"Could it be... that even your Primarch is going to personally intervene in this war?" Huron tried to remain calm, but his voice still betrayed a hint of tension.

After all, the consequences of provoking a Chaos Warband are worlds apart from those of provoking a Primarch.

If that great man truly desires this ship, then relinquishing it might be the wisest course of action.

As for that guy named Abaddon, what does he amount to?

However, before Huron could figure out a solution, the blessed son had already stepped in front of him.

Suddenly, black mist billowed around him, and his demonic form reappeared. As the shadow expanded, it quickly enveloped the Red Pirate Lord completely.

Huronton felt an immense, invisible pressure bearing down on him, as if his heart were being gripped tightly by an unseen hand.

He was having difficulty breathing, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

At that moment, he clearly realized that if the blessed son in front of him were willing, he could easily take his head off at any time.

Faced with such a life-or-death situation, Huron suppressed his inner fear and tried to make his tone sound as calm as possible: "Okay, I understand. I will order my battle gang to evacuate this ship immediately."

"Not bad, Son of Guilliman." The blessed son's terrifying demonic body gradually shrank, eventually returning to its normal human form.

He stood quietly in front of Huron, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, carrying a hint of contempt and disdain.

“However, you need to understand the situation. The Sons of Guilliman, whether it’s Abaddon or any other great Primarch, they don’t respect you as a traitor.” The Blessed Son said this casually, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"You mean..." Huron frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

"Hmph, you'll understand in time, Red Pirate." The Blessed Son sneered coldly, said no more, turned and strode away, leaving Huron and the Chaos Space Marines who had followed him standing there dumbfounded.

Only after the blessed son had completely disappeared from the sight of the Red Pirates did these people finally seem to be freed from some kind of restraint and begin to whisper among themselves.

"Are we really going to leave this ship, sir?" a Red Pirate Terminator asked cautiously.

Huron was panting heavily with anger when he heard his subordinate's question. He turned around abruptly and glared at the man fiercely.

"This is clearly Abaddon's plot to get rid of us! You utterly stupid bastard! Can't you even see that?" Huron roared, clenching his teeth, his ferocious expression sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Wh...what!" The other Red Pirate Space Marines were all taken aback, their faces filled with disbelief.

Prior to this, they had always believed that Abaddon had entrusted the ship to their protection as a gesture of goodwill towards Huron, hoping to win over this powerful ally.

Little did they expect that this was actually a meticulously planned conspiracy.

“There are no Word Bearers warships outside; they’ve been on this ship from the very beginning!” Huron’s right-hand power claw dug deeply into the wall. “Damn Abaddon! He thinks he can get rid of me!”

"But sir, all our warships have been destroyed."

“Send a star message to our wizard to begin the ritual, and we’ll teleport away,” Huron said. The Chaos Wizard had previously told him that the undead aliens didn’t interfere with psionic energy, and they still had a way to leave. “All Red Pirates, come to me.”

"Are we just going to let them go like that?" Kirsaji asked, controlling the Blessed Son and standing next to Tarasin.

"Do you wish to reduce the power you have?" Tarasin replied.

"What I value is Huron's operational ability. When he was the leader of the Star Claws Chapter, he steadily suppressed the Eye of Fear."

"I think you should resurrect Guilliman and make him your prime minister."

"Come on, I know the difference between subduing a Primarch and a Space Marine. Even Old Man Huang couldn't get him to work wholeheartedly."

"Whatever, I'm taking Planet Killer anyway."

"Could I get a discount on your collectibles next time?"

"hehe."

The retreating Red Pirates, listening to the intense battle sounds from Planet Killer, stepped through the opened portal and left the coveted giant ship.

The show on the ship ended abruptly after the last few red pirates left.

The machines that emitted sounds of battle stopped playing, Lerna and the Blessed Son, who were firing blanks, stopped what they were doing, and the undead warriors who were randomly waving green flashlights switched back to their own weapons.

At the same time, Kil'jaeden had the Chaos Fleet construct a massive magic circle centered on the Mithra's Disdain.

As Magnus and Kirsage simultaneously channeled their psionic powers, a massive portal opened.

The planet killer slowly drove to a distance from the living planet, and the giant child waving its tentacles and trying to grab the warship also noticed the commotion.

What greeted it were seven world-destroying beams of light from the planet-killer, crimson pillars shooting into its abyssal maw.

Even the divine power left behind by Nurgle could not withstand these seven pillars of light. Under the surging waves of warp energy, the living planet cried out incessantly.

It was dying; it was just a baby a few months old who had been attacked by bad people while playing with its little friends.

It desperately wanted to tell the bad guy on the other side that as long as it joined the loving father's family, everyone could live happily together, but unfortunately, it was only a few months old and couldn't speak.

Under the seven crimson lights, the enormous child exploded with a deafening scream.

The living planet is dead, and Tarasin has been crowned a planet killer. Kirsaj has successfully hinted to Huron to join him. The other group members have also earned a lot of points. Mortarion has found his path to the future, and everyone is happy.

So who was injured?