The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Get up."

Sothoryn glanced at Kharon, who was kowtowing like a pestle, and handed the bottle to the Starbane.

"In the Throne, there is no need to kneel. There are no slaves here, nor slave owners."

Seeing Kharon still kowtowing, Duran grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up like a trash bag.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. It's just an insurance measure to make sure our conversation isn't being heard by anything else. Vect has many tricks, who knows how many eyes he has in other Kabals."

Hearing Sothoryn's words, Kharon finally calmed down a little. After swallowing, he hoarsely raised his hand and said:

"Your Highness, the great, eternal Phoenix King, I swear in the name of Asuryan that I will never coexist with the vile Vect! I am definitely not his spy, otherwise—"

"I know you're not now, tell me about yourself first."

Kharon then described himself in detail. He held a rank second only to the Archon in the Iron Thorns Kabal, and was known for his cruel domination and ruthless methods in ruling a raiding party called the Venomous Blades. This team consisted of a group of elite assassins, infiltrators, spies, saboteurs, and weapon masters. They were the most skilled and ambitious warriors in the Kabal. Their most common activity was to go to the material universe for looting, and the hunting ground Kharon chose was none other than the Screaming Vortex.

His reason for choosing the Screaming Vortex was also very simple. The inhabitants there were deeply polluted by the power of Chaos and possessed a large number of strange mutations. In Commorragh, humans with mutated bodies were actually more popular than normal humans, whether used in Kane's arena or elsewhere. Torturing these servants of Chaos would give the Dark Eldar a sense of revenge against the destructive gods.

In addition, the Screaming Vortex was an important gathering area for the ancient Eldar. Although it was lost, it still retained many relics of the past, hiding many treasures and ancient technologies, and even powerful weapons. The Iron Thorns Kabal started as an armory, and their desire for lost technology was stronger than that of ordinary Kabals. Apart from plundering, the most frequent thing Kharon did was treasure hunting.

"Kharon, I ask you, have you ever heard of a group called the Phantom Warriors, Chaos Space Marines?"

Sothoryn asked this, and Kharon was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"I've heard of them! I've heard of them! Not just heard of them, we've fought them several times. These guys... are a bunch of sorcerers, and they use a lot of weapons possessed by demons. They are indeed a bit difficult to deal with, and we haven't gained any advantage in several encounters with them."

"Where is their lair located?"

"This—"

Kharon frowned, pondered for a moment, then looked at Sothoryn, shrank his neck, and said cautiously:

"I... didn't specifically try to find out, but I roughly know that they are active in the seventh boundary of the outer ring of the Screaming Vortex, and they have many war machines with the power of Greater Daemons. I guess... maybe their lair is near Ghibolim."

Sothoryn raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and then a star map of the Screaming Vortex appeared directly above the side hall.

"Where is Ghibolim?"

"Here! This location!"

As Kharon pointed, the star map quickly locked on an area on the edge of the Screaming Vortex at 8 o'clock. Sothoryn looked at the locked area and nodded slightly.

"What's the situation with this Ghibolim?"

"Your Highness, this is a world occupied by lowly ape-like humans. The humans there have become servants and puppets of the Great Enemy. They are good at manufacturing war machines driven by demons, and they hold a dedication to the Great Enemy every once in a while. At that time, the entire planet becomes a huge carnival that lasts for several months, filled with food, drinks, addictive substances, and strange torture instruments. Humans do everything possible to stimulate the senses and drown reason. Even houses will open their doors, and everything is allowed. Usually at this time, we will take the opportunity to plunder the Great Enemy's servants who are negligent in their defense, but not long ago, our plunder encountered the Phantom Warriors you mentioned, and then we encountered them in other places as well."

Sothoryn supported his chin with his hand and thought for a moment, then said slowly:

"Very good, the information you brought is very good, I will remember this credit."

As soon as Sothoryn said this, Kharon immediately turned his attention to the bottle containing his soul.

"Your Highness, then can—"

"Don't worry, let's talk a little more."

Sothoryn raised his hand.

"Give our meritorious servant a glass of wine."

Soon, a maid came out with a golden cup filled with fine wine on a plate. Kharon glanced at it, hesitated for half a second, and picked up the cup.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Then he drank it all in one gulp.

"Kharon, tell me, what do you think of the current situation in Commorragh?"

"Your Highness, almost... nothing has changed. The vile Vect still controls the overall situation, and all the Kabals are being played by him with various tricks. No one can truly challenge and threaten him, but... the appearance of the Death Guard has triggered some kind of change. I heard that Vect sent a large number of assassins to try to eliminate the Death Guard but failed. Some people regard the Death Guard as a new possibility."

"What about the Throne?"

"Uh—"

"It doesn't matter, say whatever you want, I will never punish you for what you say."

"Yes, Your Highness, many people in the Throne are very afraid, and also very resistant and opposed."

"How many people are many people?"

"Probably... eighty or ninety percent."

"Why?"

"Because many people believe that if the Throne really unifies the Eldar, then their accustomed entertainment, plunder, as well as status and wealth will be deprived. They cannot accept returning to the austere life of the Ark."

Sothoryn narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Even if they are constantly under the threat of Slaanesh?"

"Your Highness, the threat of the Great Enemy is insignificant to many people, especially the Archons, compared to losing their status and boring lives."

Sothoryn was silent for a moment, then stopped asking this question and said instead:

"Kharon, after you go back, tell Caddis Aberahak that I have only one request for him: collect all information about the Phantom Warriors, determine how many strongholds they have, where their lair is located, and how many people they have now. At the same time, find a way to attack those worlds that belong to them, whether it's killing or robbing, leave no mortal related to the Phantom Warriors alive!"

After hearing this, Kharon looked a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he still said:

"Your Highness, this... the Archon is afraid he won't agree."

"Because there is no benefit?"

"Those Phantom Warriors are indeed difficult to deal with, and attacking them will cost a certain price, which cannot be compensated by harvesting slaves, and more importantly..."