Leaving Cadia.
After strengthening the Tau Empire stealth technology a hundredfold, the orac began to venture deeper into the Eye of Terror.
At the same time, as they went deeper, more and more cleansed traitors were released along the way.
Although the traitors had sworn fealty to Sith and promised infinite loyalty without any reward.
However, when they learned that their rank would depend on how many people they brought back, the enthusiasm of the cleansed traitors was instantly ignited.
Furthermore, Sith wasn't asking them to do something for nothing; he also offered generous conditions to clear away the traitors' corruption and mutations.
The Imperial side might find it hard to empathize, but as former Chaos Traitors, they knew all too well the weight of Sith's words.
Because the Warp treats everyone equally; not only do Mortals suffer from corruption, but even the Astartes are no exception.
So, if someone were to show up and tell these traitors that there really was someone who could immediately cleanse their corrupted and mutated bodies, letting them say goodbye to eternal torment forever.
The entire Eye of Terror would go mad!
As for whether such an exaggerated thing could be a plot by some Chaos God, for the traitors in the Eye of Terror...
They were already in such a miserable state, why would they fear being targeted by a Chaos God?!
As long as it could help them clear the corruption, forget about the other party being a Chaos God—even if they weren't, they would worship them as one!
Watching another Transport leave the orac's stealth field and expose itself to the Warp.
Sith silently withdrew his gaze from the porthole; seeing the orac travel through the Eye of Terror with a stealth field and Holy Light Protection felt unreal, almost like a leisurely vacation.
After all, the Eye of Terror was filled with countless blasphemous and horrifying things, as well as traitors who madly tortured others to alleviate the pain of corruption.
Most Imperial forces that entered the Eye of Terror weren't eventually destroyed, but were instead driven by countless horrors to turn to Chaos.
This was the primary way the Chaos Traitors replenished their ranks: Tzeentch would make a slight move, causing Imperial officials to force loyalist forces into the Eye of Terror for a Penitent Crusade, then delivering them to Chaos in organized batches, unit by unit.
Therefore, upon entering the Eye of Terror, one couldn't even lower their guard, let alone look out the porthole.
Not to mention eating well or enjoying oneself.
For fear of attracting all sorts of blasphemous horrors within the Eye of Terror.
But now, with the hundredfold-strengthened Tau Empire stealth field and Holy Light Protection, not only could Sith casually observe the world before him like a sightseer.
Even the ordinary crew members inside the ship could soak in hot water by the porthole, enjoying fine food while admiring the brilliant universe outside, which was completely different from the quiet void.
Well~
This trip really had turned into a vacation.
"My Lord, the last batch of traitor Legions has been sent out. According to the agreement, they will gather at the Core World of the Eye of Terror in three months."
While Van Roth continued to assemble Imperial forces outside the Eye of Terror, Daviello temporarily served as the primary attendant by Sith's side.
It should have been Bruno, but Bruno had used almost all of the hundredfold enhancement Sith gave him on machine-gun combat power; as a primary attendant who needed to handle a lot of daily tasks, he was a bit lacking.
Hearing this, Sith withdrew his gaze from the brilliance outside the porthole; facing Daviello's questioning look about what to do for these three months, Sith thought seriously for a long time and found there was really nothing to do, so he could only let out a long breath and relax.
"For these three months, we'll just travel around the Eye of Terror and take a look, giving everyone who has fought all this way..."
"A vacation."
Never mind Daviello's speechlessness upon hearing about vacationing in the Eye of Terror.
And never mind how Van Roth, who was busy arguing with the sector government for supplies and receiving Imperial forces arriving to answer Sith's call, regretted not following along.
Within the Eye of Terror, which hadn't changed much for ten thousand years, an undercurrent began to surge.
Who knew what methods these cleansed traitors used? Not only did the later-recruited Chaos Traitors become restless, but even true Long War Veterans—those who had participated in Horus's Great Heresy and even fired shots at the Imperial Fists Primarch, Rogal Dorn—emerged from the corners of the Eye of Terror.
However, the grand scene of everyone rushing to the gathering point that Sith had imagined did not occur; although the Eye of Terror was extremely restless, almost all Chaos Traitors were actually in a wait-and-see mode.
These ancient Legions, exhausted by Abaddon's Long War, really didn't have much strength left to keep struggling.
If it weren't for the conditions Sith offered being too tempting, they would have preferred to stay in their corners, continuing to endure the pain and silently waiting for death.
So even if they came out, they just watched from the sidelines while frantically gathering information.
At this time, on a certain world in the Eye of Terror.
In the territory of the Dark Mechanicum, the entire world was covered in endless, malevolent factories.
Pirates from Huron and even the Aeldari were transporting Mortal slaves to the surface ship by ship.
Then, carrying various malicious creations forged by the Dark Mechanicum using Warp laws in the Eye of Terror, they returned to the Realspace.
Besides the usual bustle, in a certain marketplace on this world.
Not only was there the clamor of pirates and Warbands trading, but in a few taverns, traitors enjoyed the rare conventional entertainment found in the Eye of Terror.
Free from that blood and filth, this place had also become a hub for people to gather and distribute intelligence.
The tavern was noisy; traitors who had retained some semblance of humanity got themselves dead drunk, then slumped over the tables, ears pricked to listen to the low-voiced exchanges around them.
Almost all conversations revolved around the sudden rumors of cleansing corruption.
Until the tavern door opened once again, and a tall figure wrapped in a black robe walked in.
Everyone glanced over, and the noisy sounds instantly ceased.
The Eye of Terror isn't small, but in this specific tavern, it isn't that large either.
So much so that the appearance of a new face immediately caught everyone's attention.
The figure scanned the room, then walked to the bar, revealing his face under everyone's gaze.
Then, a cheerful atmosphere instantly filled the tavern.
"I was wondering who it was! Isn't this Black Skull, the one who was chased away by Mortals?"
An Astartes pointed at Black Skull and mocked; although Black Skull wore a face mask, they were all Astartes with senses far beyond Mortals, and they recognized him instantly.
Then a group of people lowered their guard, seemingly finding a place to vent in their inexplicable agitation.
A group of people pointed at Black Skull and laughed, while Black Skull silently observed these former comrades through the eyes behind his mask—comrades whose original features were almost unrecognizable.
And then...
Black Skull yanked off the robe covering his body.
Black Skull was bare-chested, his body without any armor directly exposed to the eyes of the crowd who had been mocking him just a moment ago.
Why a moment ago?
Because when everyone saw that Black Skull's body had actually returned to normal, they collectively held their breath!
Black Skull looked at the crowd, who were too stunned to even breathe, and said nothing more; he simply counted the number of people before him, calculating how many more he needed to become a Chapter Master.
While under the wide, corrupted eyes of the crowd, he looked down at them with his head held high:
"Do you want to stay here and continue to rot,"
"Or will you come with me..."
"To follow that Lord!"
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