Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 796 Pursuit
"I know my ending. The moment I betrayed the Empire, I knew my ending. I will not become a puppet of Chaos. I will not be like Abaddon, who said he would not become a puppet of Chaos, but in the end he was still filled with Chaos's deception. I know what my ending will be, just like the Empire killed those traitors. I cannot control the future of the galaxy and mankind, but I can get what I want in the process."

In the Milky Way, in the Holy Land of the Empire, in a certain galaxy, the Lord of the Red Corsairs, Huron, the former Captain of the Star Claws, is now leading the powerful fleet given to him by Chaos to plunder in this galaxy. He has reached an agreement with Chaos and became the second Chaos Warmaster, but he does not have such great ideals and ambitions as the previous Chaos Warrior Abaddon. He does not regard himself as the savior of mankind, nor does he regard himself as the master of the power of Chaos. He is not as stupid as Abaddon.

It understood one thing, that everything that relied on the power of Chaos would be destroyed, including it. There was no essential difference between it and those traitors. In fact, they were all the same existence. The four Chaos powers took a fancy to it only because it had a huge Chaos Astartes warband in the physical universe. Those four guys just wanted to find a spokesperson in the physical universe.

All people and things related to Chaos and the Warp will fall into destruction. It knows that the Warp is a piece of shit, but it needs the power of the Warp. The Empire can no longer accept it. It can no longer return to the Empire it was once loyal to.

Now it can only accept the proposal of the Chaos Powers, allowing it to become the Chaos Warmaster in the physical universe, and use the power given to it by the four Chaos Powers to plunder more resources and power for itself. It will not have a peaceful death after all. It knows that it will die a miserable death like those traitors, but it has no choice.

Huron looked at the planet being plundered outside the porthole of the bridge in front of him. On that world, the imperial troops were still defending this world, but their defense was in vain, no one would come to save them, the death of this world had become an foregone conclusion, the demons had already descended on this world, a big demon was soaring in the sky of this world, and the death of those imperial defenders on this world was only a matter of time.

In this world, countless humans have been dragged onto the sacrificial altar. Their bodies and souls will continue to open up the dimensions of reality and nothingness, allowing more demons to descend upon this world. Huron looked at this world that was being destroyed by them. It was silent. Suddenly, it closed its eyes, as if it could hear the wails of the humans in this world before they died. The wails of human death seemed to appear vaguely in its ears.

However, it did not have any reaction or action to these wailings. It knew what it was and what Chaos was. It would not have any pity for any human being, nor would it have any unnecessary emotions towards anything in any empire. It just stared at the world they destroyed, and then began to count how many weapons, equipment, resources and slaves they could get from this world.

While this huge Chaos expeditionary force was plundering the Holy Land of the Empire, the Empire's fleet and army had already learned of the news. But for some reason, every time they arrived at the world invaded by the Chaos expeditionary force, they found themselves a step slower. Under the power of the Dark Powers, the huge Chaos expeditionary force could sail unimpeded in the Warp, and with the help of the Chaos Powers, their speed was much faster than that of the Empire's fleet.

Even though the Empire now has access to the Webway, allowing them to travel faster than the speed of light between galaxies for a split second, they still cannot catch up with the Chaos Fleet. After all, this time the Chaos Expedition has the full support of the powerful Chaos. The Empire's fleet will never be able to catch up with that huge Chaos Expedition, let alone support those worlds invaded by Chaos.

Every Primarch in the Imperium was aware of this situation. Except for Rogal Dorn and Guilliman who were still working on Terra, the remaining five Primarchs were already hunting down the Chaos Crusade all over the galaxy. However, their speed was still not as fast as that of the Chaos Crusade. After all, under the arrangement of the dark powers, their time flow was actually not on the same timeline as that of the Chaos Crusade.

And it is precisely this problem of time flowing at a different speed that has plunged dozens of worlds into war, and more than twenty worlds have been destroyed by the invasion of the Chaos Expeditionary Force. In this holy territory of the Empire, the huge fleets of the five Primarchs and the huge fleet of the Imperial Navy were completely helpless against this Chaos Expeditionary Force. They could not even catch up with them.

This situation made Wang Ming extremely angry. Wang Ming used psychic spells more than once to try to stabilize the unstable flow of time, but all his efforts could only make the unstable flow of time closer. However, just getting closer was useless. When they arrived in those galaxies, the human world in those galaxies had been destroyed.

Looking at those destroyed worlds and the human buildings on those worlds that were plundered and turned into wastelands, Wang Ming felt a nameless anger in his heart that he couldn't vent. This situation of being unable to catch up and unable to hit was the first time that Wang Ming felt, and it was this feeling that made his subspace projection in the subspace, causing a very small subspace storm, and it was this subspace storm that interrupted the instability of time, and finally allowed Wang Ming's fleet to see the huge Chaos expeditionary force.

But this was just what they saw, because the moment they saw the Chaos Expeditionary Force, it was already sailing in the Warp, and it was impossible to stop them. The fleet could only watch them enter the Warp, but there was nothing they could do.

Wang Ming was so angry about this incident that a subspace storm quickly gathered in the subspace. This subspace storm threw the Chaos fleet out of the subspace. This subspace storm was not only caused by Wang Ming's subspace projection, but also with the help of the cold sun in the subspace.

The cold sun has been fighting against the four disgusting things that keep jumping in front of him. He has spent some energy to help Wang Ming in the galaxy to catch up with the Chaos fleet. Now Wang Ming and his men can only rely on themselves. After the huge Chaos expeditionary force was thrown out of the subspace, their subspace engines were instantly overloaded. This caused them to be unable to enter the subspace for a period of time, and this gave Wang Ming an opportunity. The think tanks on the fleet frantically predicted the location of the Chaos fleet. They kept sinking their souls into the waves of the subspace, trying to get the subspace to bring them some news. Under their completely life-threatening predictions, the location of the Chaos fleet was finally found.

After obtaining the location of the Chaos fleet, the fleet set off immediately. They did not use the Webway or the Warp route, but directly used the warp engine to travel at superluminal speed. After all, the Chaos fleet was not too far away from their location, and there was no Webway in that area. Moreover, entering the Warp now would likely involve huge risks.

Therefore, the curvature engine, a superluminal engine, is the only way to travel at superluminal speeds under such circumstances. When the fleet was rushing towards them, the traitors on the Chaos fleet immediately received the news from the Dark Powers. Faced with this situation, Huron ordered the fleet to continue using subluminal engines to sail away from the fleet, and at the same time let the technical priests of the Dark Mechanicus quickly repair a space engine in the fleet.

In fact, they can rely on the power of the Dark Powers and enter the Warp without going through the Warp Engine, but they need to pay some price, some prices that Huron cannot afford at present. After all, this is the help of the Dark Powers, and their help has a price, whether it is their blessing or something else. To help the fleet enter the Warp without a Warp Engine, the price Huron has to pay is to accept more blessings from the Chaos Powers. And these so-called blessings, Huron also knows very well what those things are. The so-called blessings are actually some back-up plans laid by the Chaos Powers in order to control it, and want to make it their puppet.

Huron is different from Abaddon. It knows what the blessings it has received are. It also understands that Abaddon's so-called use of the power of darkness to help himself and thinking that he is the master of the power of chaos is completely stupid. The power of chaos has never been something that mortals like them can control.

That's right, mortals. Even though they are the extremely terrifying Chaos Astartes in the eyes of mortals, they are still just a group of mortals in the eyes of Chaos. In front of the four terrifying dark powers of the Supreme Heaven, they are actually no different from those mortals.

After separating from the powerful body of the Astartes, their souls were as fragile as those of mortals. In front of the God of the Supreme Heaven, they were no different from those mortals. The idea that they could become the masters of the power of Chaos with the help of the power of the Warp was complete nonsense.

They will never be able to master the power of the Supreme Heaven, and will never be able to be in front of the dark powers. They are just a group of mortals, just like those mortals in their eyes. Those dark powers only regard them as tools that can be manipulated by them in the physical universe, and they want to turn them into their puppets at all times.

Huron could not possibly want to become a puppet of those dark powers, so he did not accept the blessings given to him by those dark powers. Those dark powers had already given him some blessings when they just found him. After receiving those blessings, he obviously felt that something had appeared in his consciousness, just like he had heard the wailing of humans before their death in those worlds before. Something had been implanted in his soul by those chaotic powers, something that was imperceptible to him, something that he could not know what it was even if he tried his best. However, there was no doubt that these things were prepared to control him.

It does not want to be the next Abaddon, does not want its soul to be filled with the power of Chaos and become a puppet of the Chaos Powers. However, it actually knows that it has already become a puppet of the Chaos Powers. Although it is trying its best to avoid this direction, the moment it accepted the blessing of the Chaos Powers, it has already become a puppet of those Chaos Powers in the physical universe. All Chaos Space Marines like it are the same.

The moment they accepted the blessing of the Dark Power, their souls had actually fallen into the arms of the Dark Power. There was no turning back. After they died, their souls would not return to the Golden Throne and be protected by the Lord of Mankind. The souls of these traitors would only be torn apart by countless demons in the waves of the Warp and swallowed by the Chaos God in the High Heaven.

They will not get a peaceful death after all, just as they actually know very well in their hearts that as a Chaos traitor, as a Space Marine who betrayed the human Empire, they will not die a good death.

But Huron only hopes that his miserable death will be delayed indefinitely, just like he does not want to be turned into a complete puppet by the Chaos Powers yet, and does not want to be overtaken by that miserable ending.

Huron was escaping happily with his huge Chaos Expeditionary Force in front, and behind them, on the fleet of the 21st Legion, Wang Ming had already placed the golden power sword and power hammer on his waist, and the traversers had also prepared all their weapons and equipment. All the boarding torpedoes on the fleet were packed with traversers. They kept checking their weapons and equipment, and constantly maintaining their bolters and ammunition. Every bolter was almost polished to a shine, and every bomb was almost polished to a reflective finish. They just waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the boarding torpedoes were launched, waiting for the moment when they would tear apart the bodies of the traitors with their bolters and power swords.