Scenes like those of Black Skull's appeared countless times in various gathering places after he realized his messages were still being met with a wait-and-see attitude.
Then, under the gaze and even the touch of comrades covered in corruption and faces full of pain, nothing was more convincing than the images appearing right before their eyes.
So, when these corrupted rebels returned to their corners and found their comrades who were also struggling to survive, the originally restless Eye of Terror...
Instantly boiled over!
Then, facing the Legions of old who were rushing like madmen to the locations Sith promised would wash away their corruption, the pirates passing by in trade also spread the news.
Thus, in the face of a galaxy that was already bad enough, another piece of explosive news was spread across the galaxy by the Astropathic Choir.
However, because of the 'efficient' method of Imperial communication via 'prophetic dreams,' the prophetic images of this news actually showed the Ancient Legions, who had once caused endless disaster to the Empire, gathering once again in grand military formation to pay homage to a Saint Sith, who had only recently been grandly proclaimed by the Ecclesiarchy.
And the most terrifying scene of all was Sith facing the Ancient Legions, leading a massive number of rebels, raising various weapons time and again, and shouting 'Terra'.
To be honest, after receiving these prophetic images, let alone the Empire outside, even Sith himself, just looking at the images, found it hard to say he had come representing 'justice'.
So much so that when Daviello brought the communication Van Roth had sent at the risk of his life and listened to its content, Sith could only boredly flip over while enjoying his sunbath in the Eye of Terror.
"Right, right, right."
"I'm just going to lead the rebels to Terra for a grand birthday pilgrimage."
"Let them say whatever they want."
Sith buried himself in the lounge chair, complaining boredly with his back to Daviello. Seeing Sith's attitude, Daviello could only hold it in for a long time before transmitting Sith's response back.
And then...
Sith has defected to Chaos!!!
Of course, he hadn't actually defected, but everyone in the outside world was spreading the rumor like crazy.
For the vast majority of ordinary low-to-mid-level people, this news didn't even elicit a reaction; in fact, because communication was so slow, many people had to first ask who Sith was.
But among the high-level officials who knew of Sith, this news was no less horrifying than the idea of Terra being swallowed whole by two Tyranid tendrils or the Emperor being about to stand up from his toilet.
Then, unable to get any more useful news, various factions began desperately contacting their own gods in the Warp, hoping to get more useful information from them.
Then, even more horrifying news came out.
The news was that there was no news. Whether it was the Empire or Chaos, no matter how massive the prayers or how evil the sacrifices, they were actually unable to get even a shred of information from the gods.
It was as if all the gods had vanished overnight, or rather...
Regarding this matter, even the Chaos Gods chose to remain silent.
The Four Gods simply couldn't explain it, and for the Emperor, explaining it would be worse than not explaining it at all.
As for the many other minor chaos gods, since the big brothers above weren't speaking, they had even less courage to speak up.
So, as the news began to explode and spread with even more violent reactions, the top levels of various factions had no choice but to face this rumor.
The first to learn the news was Huron of the Red Corsairs, who was closest to the Eye of Terror.
The core of The Great Maelstrom was a universe far more 'normal' than the Eye of Terror.
Still bearing the battle scars left by Sith's pursuit of Abaddon that day, Mortal slaves were desperately repairing the surrounding damaged wreckage. On the other side, at the feet of four giant divine statues.
Huron looked at the statues of the Four Gods, which had accepted all the sacrifices but provided no news. He could only bury his head and silently curse the Chaos Gods for being inhuman while turning to return to his palace, picking up the meager information before him to look over it once more.
The various Pirate Lords below looked at each other, some even glancing at the nearby damaged wall with its obvious patches, recalling the scene of Sith firing a shot with the power of an artillery shell. After swallowing hard, one Pirate Lord still braced himself and stepped forward.
Then, in a state where even Huron was choked into a violent coughing fit, the Pirate Lord spoke hesitantly:
"My Lord, regarding Lord Sith..."
"Should we change his title to Warmaster?"
The Pirate Lords nodded frantically, fearing they would be too slow to show their support. They waited for Sith to truly follow the prophecy of the images, using an appeal far exceeding Abaddon's to actually lead the army that once performed the grand birthday pilgrimage out of the Eye of Terror.
If they didn't call him Warmaster now, they wouldn't have the chance later.
Faced with his subordinates' 'initiative' and 'proactiveness,' Huron coughed for a long time before suppressing his emotions, looking at his subordinates with a flushed, speechless expression.
He blamed himself for not paying enough attention that day, which led to almost all of his slightly capable Pirate Lords being killed by Sith.
Otherwise, how could it be this group of useless trash's turn to be his subordinates!
Huron put down the report in utter exasperation. In the absence of much information, he could only wave his hand impatiently:
"What are you panicking for?!"
"Send more people to keep a close eye on the Eye of Terror for me. If there's even the slightest movement inside, report to me immediately."
Hearing this, the Pirate Lord nodded quickly and turned to carry it out. After arranging his subordinates, Huron sat back down, frowning as he couldn't figure it out, his head buried in constant thought about what play Sith was acting out this time.
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought of another fun thing. With a gradually widening smile, he looked up in another direction.
There, Longlin Star was fighting fiercely with the Dark Angels led by Lion El'Jonson. Having received the reinforcement of an entire Unyielding Fleet, the Lion had no time to care about anything other than the destruction of Longlin Star.
However, inside Longlin Star, Abaddon suddenly stood straight, holding a report, his face flushed and his eyes wide with rage:
"Sith wants to launch an expedition to Terra?"
"And he wants to take the rebels from the Eye of Terror with him?"
"Isn't that what I, the Warmaster, am supposed to do?!"
"If he does it all, then what am I?!"
Abaddon was furious, and then another piece of news arrived, causing not only his face to flush but his eyes to instantly become bloodshot.
"What do you mean my Warbands are leaving the battlefield?"
"The reason is to go follow the new Warmaster???"
Abaddon was so provoked he was about to turn into a Champion of Khorne. On the other hand, his arch-rival, who had received this news, had a much calmer reaction.
In a certain dead universe, the regrouped Imperial Fleet was fighting a bloody battle with the Necrons.
In particular, that massive glory of macragge was charging through the Necron Fleet with an invincible and powerful posture.
However, such an intense battlefield did not attract the attention of the bridge high command.
Because everyone was gathered together, staring dumbfounded at the urgent news sent by the High Lords of Terra.
Sith has defected to Chaos?!
Not to mention Inquisitor Greyfax, even the Living Saint Saint Celestine, after failing to receive a prophecy from the God-Emperor, had a rare look of panic in her eyes alongside her shocked expression.
On the contrary, Guilliman, sitting at the very top, stared at the report sent by the High Lords for a moment before reaching out and tearing it to shreds without even looking.
Then, amidst the astonishment of those around him, Guilliman said with a look of displeasure:
"Send a letter to Lorgar Aurelian, and then give each of the High Lords two good 'thumps'!"
"Remember, they have to be 'thumps'! They have to ring out!"
Guilliman's attitude suppressed the bewilderment of his subordinates, and then everyone looked at Guilliman, wondering how he viewed the matter.
Faced with his core team, Guilliman did not hide anything. He simply stood up, walked to the porthole, and silently looked toward the Eye of Terror.
At the same time, he recalled the image of Sith in the prophecy leading the Legions from that year's grand birthday pilgrimage, raising his arms and shouting for Terra. Although helpless, he finally felt a bit of relief.
Guilliman's voice echoed in the room:
"Sith is going to the Eye of Terror to lead the Empire's former Legions out."
"And then..."
"To reinforce Terra!"
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