Curved loyalty truly lived up to its reputation.
When Duanmu Huai led the Inquisition Fleet to Rumiere's homeworld, the Emperor's Children and the World Eaters were still locked in an all-out battle. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought the two fleets had some blood feud between them.
"These are our enemies? Aren't they invading us? Why are they fighting each other? Could this be a trap... it doesn't look like one, though?"
Ann stared blankly at the battle between the two sides, unable to make sense of it for a moment.
"That's how the Chaos Legions are, especially the followers of the God of Tyranny."
Duanmu Huai, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. What, did he think curved loyalty was just something he made up? Not to mention that, although these Chaos Legions had all pledged themselves to Evil Gods, they had never possessed any sense of camaraderie with one another—not between legions, and not even within a single legion. Although the traitor legions had not been divided into countless warbands by a Second Founding like the Loyalists, their ranks were still filled with countless factions, leaving them little more than a loose rabble.
"Did they come to plunder this world?"
"Of course. If I'm not mistaken, these two legions came from the Eye of Terror. Resources are scarce there, and it's practically indistinguishable from Hell. Since the legions in the Eye of Terror are constantly short on supplies, fighting over each other's resources is practically an everyday occurrence. It would be stranger if they didn't fight."
"But they're outside now, aren't they? Could they be fighting over how to divide the spoils?"
"Or maybe the World Eaters simply don't like the Emperor's Children..."
Duanmu Huai let out a derisive snort, then leaned back in his