Evan began to wonder whether he had made the right decision. Would traveling with these Lamenters really mean fighting every single day?
Then again, a few more people delivering warships to his doorstep would not hurt.
The Red Corsairs were a Chaos force still loyal to Huron. This pirate king had gathered a large number of Chaos Warbands that had defected "recently."
Thanks to the Imperium of Man's sustained deception and unreasonable demands that Space Marine Chapters do bizarre things, large numbers of Astartes had rebelled against the Imperium and embraced Chaos. Some did not turn to Chaos, instead roaming the galaxy as mercenaries or pursuing their own ends.
Many among them were willing to fight for Huron. After years of growth, he had become the most powerful Chaos Lord beneath Abaddon.
Huron himself was certainly not here. With the Great Rift opening up such a golden opportunity, why would a Pirate Warlord stay at some remote mining base? The leader of the Red Corsairs was forging an alliance with Abaddon and heading out to fight a major war.
Ever since Guilliman had become a Living Saint, the Adeptus Custodes had stopped remaining permanently within the Imperial Palace. Now they deployed in small squads, making life extremely difficult for Chaos on the front lines. Several Daemon Princes who had spent years shirking their duties had finally taken action, turning the main battlefield into utter chaos.
That rat Huron had surely seized the opportunity to plunder, poach other people's forces, and make a bid for Warmaster.
But enemies saw red when they met, even if all they had found was a base.
*We Lamenters only helped Chaos indirectly because Huron fooled us. That was why we were sent on a Penitent Crusade and marched straight into the Tyranids' jaws. Worse, the