"Hmm?"
The Chaos Lord's eyes turned cold. He was about to make this disrespectful mortal pay, and it would be a good chance to try out the six extreme tortures he had devised during his boring wait.
However, he quickly realized what had happened.
The mortal attendant stumbled to his side, finally unable to stand, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Every nerve, every muscle, even her skin and other organs seemed to come alive, wriggling like worms. With a slight popping sound, she instantly unfolded into a carpet of flesh and blood on the spot.
And the head of the mortal maid, who should have died instantly, was perfectly intact under the influence of some Chaos power. It even seemed to retain consciousness, displaying an expression of despair and pain.
Dense bloodlines extended in mid-air, forming a hollow sculpture with a blurry face, but it was roughly discernible as a female.
The figure opened what could be called a mouth, and psychic energy vibrated the air as a giggling sound emerged:
"Heh, Malven, are you planning to violate our pact?"
The Chaos Lord recognized the newcomer and said coldly, "Miriael Sabathiel, I don't know what you're talking about. When did I ever violate our pact?"
To communicate with the Fallen Sister far away in Slaanesh's Sixth Ring and facilitate his grand plan of ascension, as a seasoned Dark Apostle, he successfully created a Warp ritual. Mortals inscribed with ritual runes could provide a temporary vessel for the Fallen Sister's consciousness to descend, allowing them to discuss the next plan.
"Oh? Is that so?"
The Sister's voice carried a hint of mockery, "But that's what you say, yet you've been playing many tricks behind my back. Although I'm very optimistic about your future, that's no reason for you to pull stunts in our pact."
The Chaos Lord narrowed his eyes, feeling a subtle sense of unease in his heart. He said in a deep voice, "What tricks? When have I ever deceived you?"
"Still denying it?"
The originally sweet and mocking voice suddenly turned colder, "You've secretly intercepted many souls, haven't you? Those souls that were supposed to be offered to me—Salinas, McKnight, Simms... Where are their souls now? Don't tell me you don't know!"
"Also, the soulless one I gave you, why can't I sense its presence at all anymore? What have you done?"
As she spoke, as if thinking of some possibility, Miriael's voice suddenly turned grim.
"Are you secretly seeking pacts with other Warp gods behind my back? Let me guess..."
She paused slightly, though it was a question, she was utterly certain:
"...It's the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, isn't it?"
What are you talking about!
The Chaos Lord's eye twitched.
I'd sooner believe in the False Emperor than in Tzeentch!
Tzeentch, the God of Change and Mutability, truly turns his diligent Chaos Space Marines, who aspire to daemonhood and worship him, into Chaos Spawn just because he enjoys the spectacle!
Even though he found it utterly absurd, the Chaos Lord quickly used his intellect to extract keywords from Miriael's words.
Wait, those names she mentioned... they were all from the same group, the Commanders of the Chaos Astartes squad who had just boarded the cruiser together?
Salinas was the overall Commander, a Chaos Space Marine Captain. In the Chaos Lord's view, this guy, though arrogant and incompetent, was a good-for-nothing, but his basic command abilities were passable.
McKnight was a Chaos Sorcerer who claimed to merely use Slaanesh, rather than fanatically worship him like others, acting as if "everyone else is drunk, but I alone am sober." In the Chaos Lord's eyes, he was a complete idiot, but his spellcasting abilities were indeed not weak.
Simms was a sword-wielding madman, an Enchanted Warrior who spent his days seeking pleasure and thrills, often annoying the Chaos Lord.
But undeniably, they were all powerful Astartes, and the Chaos Lord had been very confident sending them to board the ship.
But how could something have gone wrong?
Could they even all be dead, their souls not even returning to the Warp?
"I'll repeat, I have no idea what you're talking about."
The Chaos Lord suppressed the surging anger in his heart, trying to keep his voice steady, "Those people you mentioned just boarded a lunar cruiser under my command, and then lost contact with us. Like you, I don't know what happened."
Miriael "stared" intently at the Chaos Lord, as if trying to discern if he was telling the truth, and murmured, "A lunar cruiser?"
"A lunar cruiser."
The Chaos Lord repeated.
"...How is that possible? Is there something strange about that cruiser?"
Miriael's voice was full of disbelief.
"I will investigate thoroughly and give you an explanation."
The Chaos Lord gritted his teeth, "I will certainly make amends for this."
He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by an urgent commotion.
The Chaos Space Marine who had run out of the Bridge earlier now returned, a hint of terror on his face.
"What is it?"
The Chaos Lord frowned, looking at the person reporting.
"Lord, we... might be in trouble! We just received a report of unusual activity in the teleportarium. It seems enemies have teleported through there and invaded our ship!"
"Say that again?"
The Chaos Lord was stunned. How could this be possible?
It was simply inexplicable!
He suppressed the urge to cut open the other party's skull and devour their brain directly to find out, and said in a deep voice:
"What is the enemy's number?"
"Unknown."
"What are the specific details of the enemy?"
"Unclear."
"...How can you know nothing? What good are you to me!"
The Chaos Lord gritted his teeth and roared, "Where are the guards of the teleportarium? Are they all useless? Go and find out what's happening immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the Chaos Space Marine shake his head with difficulty: "The defenders there... were almost all gone in an instant."
"Their life signals... have almost all disappeared. We know nothing about the attackers."
"Ha!"
The Chaos Lord laughed in exasperation.
He still didn't believe it and glanced outside the ship.
Indeed, this was just an ordinary lunar cruiser, the kind that any Imperial world could assemble and manufacture.
Listening to your description, I thought I had just boarded the Vengeful Spirit!
Even Warmaster Abaddon wouldn't be this exaggerated!
"It seems you've encountered trouble?"
As if realizing the Chaos Lord wasn't faking it, Miriael was no longer as angry as before. She spoke with interest, "Do you need me to help?"
The Chaos Lord was about to refuse, but a faint intuition quickly made him change his mind.
"If I need it."