The light of the engines converged into a floating galaxy.
Dense formations of warships formed a long dragon,'slowly' traversing the boundless void.
Flying Servitors swarmed out from the hangars like stars, busy performing emergency repainting on the warships while wiping down Macro Cannons that hadn't been activated for a long time.
As the warships sailed, several ships would occasionally emerge from the surrounding void; these vessels included both Chaos Warbands and Imperial Sector Navies.
Yet, these two enemies, who were once locked in a fight to the death, did not fire upon each other after arriving beside this massive fleet; instead, they both raised their arms and cheered for the fleet named the 'Sith Legion'.
Then, they pushed their engines to full power and merged into this sea of ships.
Bridge of the orac.
The few crew members below worked within the highly intelligent warship, while the officers responsible for managing the entire fleet bustled back and forth.
"Seventeen more ships have joined us recently, and they are all relatively well-equipped active Warbands and regular Sector Navy vessels."
Without much excitement, Van Roth handed the organized list to Sith; there was no longer any joy over receiving reinforcements visible on his face.
After all, the fleet under Sith's command was now so vast that no matter which direction one looked, a boundless sea of ships could be seen.
Reinforcements of a dozen or so ships were no longer enough to stir any reaction from the crowd.
Instead, how to manage such a massive fleet had become a headache for Sith.
Sith tiredly took the new list and, after a quick glance, handed it to the black gold skull beside him. orac immediately scanned it, then used its intelligence to help Sith command this massive Legion with the highest possible efficiency.
In the distant void beside the fleet, a warship utilizing unknown alien stealth technology had shut down all its systems, not even turning on the bridge lights, and simply drifted in the dark universe like a meteorite, silently watching this 'galaxy' glide past it.
Only after Sith had finished accepting the nearby fleets and restarted the engines to jump away did this warship dare to ignite its engines and immediately initiate a Warp jump, heading straight for The Great Maelstrom.
Soon, unlike Sith who stopped and started along the way, constantly absorbing fleets that responded to his call.
This single ship did not stop at all and arrived directly at its destination. When it burst out of the Warp and returned to the homeworld of Huron of the Red Corsairs, Huron, who had been waiting for a long time, was even standing directly on the landing pad, anxiously awaiting the return of his reconnaissance team.
Soon, the Transport landed slowly. Just as the hatch opened and before the pirates inside could come out, Huron hurried forward to meet them.
"Quick, play the footage you recorded!"
Huron urged as he walked, his tone filled with anxiety and terror.
After all, when everyone thought that after Sith had brought a massive fleet out of the Eye of Terror, his next step would be to turn towards Terra, Sith had actually found time to make a detour and head towards The Great Maelstrom first!
Those who quickly realized what Sith wanted to do were both astonished by his immense appetite and frantically revising their original estimates of the scale of Sith's fleet.
And on top of the already exaggerated fleet size, they added the Red Corsairs to the total as well.
What?
The Red Corsairs haven't agreed to go yet?
Regarding this question, all parties just smiled inexplicably. It would be best if the Red Corsairs agreed, because if they didn't...
There would be no more Red Corsairs!
While bystanders could tease and joke, after all, they were just watching the show, for Huron, who truly had to face Sith, he was so anxious he was ready to curse.
The returning pirates also knew the gravity of the situation, so they did not delay at all.
But before the recording was even projected, just by looking at the expressions of the pirates he had sent out, Huron's heart skipped a beat.
Because even after so long, and even though Huron was standing right in front of them, the faces of these pirates who had witnessed Sith's fleet were all deathly pale.
Even when releasing the projection, they appeared extremely distracted.
This scene caused the remaining pirates to look at each other, and at the same time, look at each other with even more curiosity, until the footage they had seen earlier was projected. To ensure every detail was recorded, the infinitely enlarged and high-definition images were presented before everyone.
It was as if everyone had also arrived at their position at that time, witnessing this Ancient Legions, reinforced by Warbands and the Empire, pressing down on The Great Maelstrom in an overwhelming force.
The deathly pallor of the reconnaissance pirates instantly spread to the faces of the other pirates.
Everyone stared blankly at the boundless fleet in the projection, and after reacting for a long time, they buried their heads in complaints, filled with helplessness and speechlessness.
A fleet meant to fight the God-Emperor, even if it's just the remnants after failure, but to use it against us pirates, wouldn't that be a bit...
Too unreasonable?!
The pirates gritted their teeth and held on, while Huron, as the leader, was completely stunned on the spot, his eyes completely unfocused, and for a long time, he did not react.
It wasn't until the projection ended that the entire landing pad returned to its previous state.
All the pirates looked at Huron with panic in their eyes. Being watched by countless subordinates, Huron finally swallowed and forced himself to pull it together.
He turned to walk back to his palace, but the stumble of his burly body when he turned still frightened his close attendants into rushing forward to support him.
Then, in a daze before Huron himself could react, his subordinates looked at each other, and finally, one close attendant gritted his teeth and spoke:
"My lord, should we..."
"Send someone to meet Warmaster Sith?"
Huron glared at his close attendant in anger. His subordinates, these pragmatists, were quick to change their tune.
Then, as Huron looked at the inexplicable expressions gradually appearing on the faces of the pirates around him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat in alarm.
Immediately pushing away the close attendant, Huron straightened his body, and then tried his best to display his previous confidence and ruthlessness. Huron opened his mouth, and after holding it back a few times, he finally spoke:
"First, send an envoy and say that we acknowledge Sith as the new Warmaster."
"As for the rest..."
"Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer..."
How could he bear to give up such a great foundation!
Even if it was impossible for him to abandon The Great Maelstrom and run away, even if resisting Sith when he arrived would only lead to death.
But Huron still couldn't make up his mind.
The subordinate pirates looked at each other, and the pirate lord who had been prepared the earliest turned directly, boarded the Transport, and rushed to report to Sith.
The other pirates who were a step slower were furious that the opportunity to defect to Sith early had been snatched away by the other.
When the pirate lord acting as the envoy arrived before Sith with extreme respect and caution, even piling on smiles, and after quickly stating Huron's attitude, he kept hinting that he could defect to Sith.
Sith sat on the bridge, handling his work without even raising his head.
It wasn't until a gap when he finished another task that Sith slightly raised his head and looked at the pirate at his feet.
Then, under the sycophantic smile of the other party, Sith boredly buried his head back down:
"Go back and tell Huron."
"I'd better not have to wait until I reach The Great Maelstrom to see him!"
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