Emrys never expected to meet his former 'partner' on a Chaos battleship!
Was this a case of meeting an old friend in a foreign land?
Since their parting on Vigilance, he had never received any news from Rosales and had assumed the guy was dead, so he never expected to run into him here.
"You, are you really Rosales?" He turned his head, scrutinizing the Tech-Priest who had nearly been chopped into a human stick, but still had some doubts.
"How can you prove it?"
"Me? How can I prove myself?" Rosales was stunned, but then the dagger pressing against his central nervous system intensified its pressure, immediately making him break out in a cold sweat.
"I, I can prove it! Do you remember? Back on Loser, I… I swindled you out of five hundred grams of black water!"
"And what else?"
Upon hearing this, Emrys could roughly confirm that this guy was Rosales, but he still pretended not to believe him.
"Based on just that, it's hard for me to trust you."
Rosales wanted to cry but had no tears. He gritted his teeth and said, "Also, on Vigilance, you helped me deal with that guy. We agreed that I could ask you for help when needed. Do you still remember that?"
"Oh~"
Emrys deliberately drew out the sound, and after thoroughly whetting Rosales' appetite, he feigned a sudden realization and signaled Krast to release him.
"So it really is Lord Rosales, he is my good friend, quickly release him."
Krast hesitated for a few seconds, but still obeyed Emrys' command and slowly released Rosales.
"Yes, Lord Emrys."
He retreated a few steps, but his gaze remained fixed on Rosales. If the other party made any abnormal move, he guaranteed he could chop off this guy's head in advance.
"I, I also never expected to meet you here, Lord Emrys." Rosales touched his neck, a bitter expression appearing on his face.
"Lord Rosales, it's been so long, how did you end up like this?" Emrys asked curiously.
He had initially wanted Rosales to be a 'nail' within the Dark Mechanicum, to facilitate some unknown transactions with him in the future.
But he never expected that since their parting on Vigilance, the guy had seemingly vanished into thin air. Emrys had thought he was dead and hadn't tried to contact him again.
"Alas—" Rosales sighed, his voice a bit forlorn and wistful.
"Don't even mention it. Last time on Vigilance, because Barton was defeated too quickly, the Imperium quickly regained control of Vigilance. We were forced to withdraw early and couldn't find the Blackstone. Because of the mission failure, I was also stripped of my Sage position and became a high-ranking Tech-Priest responsible for maintaining Chaos battleships."
"That's pretty miserable."
Emrys nodded, quite sympathetic.
Hearing this, Rosales cast a resentful glance at him. This guy didn't even consider who was responsible for his current state!
But soon, a chilling gaze made Rosales shiver all over, and he immediately retracted his resentful look, his voice somewhat dry.
"Lord Emrys, why… why are you here?"
"Can't you tell?" Emrys said in surprise.
"I am a Chaos Lord now."
...That was a useless statement. Rosales' mouth twitched, and he asked cautiously.
"You—how did you become like this? I remember you were a Rogue Trader before, weren't you?"
"I got tired of being a Rogue Trader, so I changed identities for a bit of fun." Emrys was still smiling.
"Originally, I was still worrying about how to bluff my way through, but luckily I have you, my 'good friend', Lord Rosales. You should know how to let me control this battleship, right?"
Rosales trembled, his body stiff for a few seconds.
"You—what do you want to do?"
"Does that even need asking?"
Emrys stared at Rosales with a half-smile.
"Of course—to find some fun for the great Chaos Warmaster!" Find fun?
Based on his understanding of Emrys, this so-called 'fun' meant causing trouble!
Hearing this, Rosales' heart sank, his face grew even more bitter, and his voice held a hint of pleading.
"Lord Emrys, for the sake of my past help to you, could you please choose another battleship? I am the high-ranking Tech-Priest of this battleship. If something goes wrong, I will be made into a Servitor Skull!"
"You're unwilling to help me?"
Emrys' smile immediately vanished, his change of expression so rapid that even Krast was taken aback.
"No, no—Lord Emrys, please listen to my explanation." Rosales felt bitter and almost knelt down, pleading with him in a pitiful, humble tone.
"I really can't tell you. If something goes wrong with this battleship, I'll be made into a Servitor Skull. For the sake of our past relationship, please spare me!"
"You disappoint me, Lord Rosales."
However, there was no pity in Emrys' eyes as he looked down at the kneeling Rosales.
"I thought we were friends, but you're unwilling to help me with even this small favor. You're unwilling to accept this friendship?"
"Al, Emrys—"
Rosales' heart skipped a beat, and he was about to beg for mercy.
But he was interrupted by Emrys, whose gaze was cold and chilling.
"Since you're unwilling to be my friend, then you're my enemy—Krast, how should we treat enemies?"
"Lord Emrys, I think—" Krast's grim gaze fell on Rosales, and he sneered.
"We can turn him into a wetware. I'm sure the Martian Mechanicum would be very interested in him."
"No! No! No!"
Upon hearing that he would be made into a wetware and handed over to the Martian Mechanicum, Rosales' scalp immediately tingled, and he screamed for mercy in collapse.
"I'm willing, I'm willing to help you, Lord Emrys! We're friends, please don't send me to the Martian Mechanicum!"
Krast's move was too cruel!
It was easy to imagine that a Dark Tech-Priest, handed over to the Martian Mechanicum, those oil-brained zealots who had long gone mad, would definitely make him experience what it meant to be worse than dead!
Emrys patted his shoulder, a smile returning to his face.
"No coercion, right? I'm not forcing you, Lord Rosales."
"No, absolutely not!"
Rosales really wanted to shout no.
But unfortunately, he knew that if he dared to say no, he would be made into a wetware and sent to the Martian Mechanicum as a gift. He could only force out a smile that looked like he was crying.
"Of course, how could I not help you, Lord Emrys?"
"Very good, I like smart people."
Emrys nodded slightly, very satisfied with his performance. After scolding him, he didn't forget to offer a sweet reward.
"Don't worry, Lord Rosales, when have I ever mistreated a friend?"
This statement was not a lie.
He still needed to use Rosales to make some 'deals' with the Dark Mechanicum.