In Emrys' opinion, these Chaos Lords were like spinning tops, just begging to be whipped!
When spoken to nicely, not a single one would listen, but once a slap landed on their face, they realized the pain and all became compliant.
Seeing their fearful gazes, Emrys stroked the 'head' that Av Krast had cut off and thrown to him, his eyes falling on them.
"Gentlemen, I know you harbor resentment and anger in your hearts, but it doesn't matter, I am magnanimous, I don't mind."
As soon as these words came out, their faces twisted slightly.
You're magnanimous?
Then what about the person you shot dead just because his smile was too ugly?!
But alas, intimidated by the gun pointed at their foreheads, they dared not express their anger, only forcing strained smiles and offering their compliance and flattery one by one.
"Gentlemen, what you are thinking in your hearts, I do not know, nor do I wish to know."
Emrys seemed to have returned to his previous calm demeanor, tapping the table.
"But the importance of Avakalon, you should all understand. Just yesterday, lord Abaddon was already pressing for it, and I'm sure you all know what that means, right?"
lord Abaddon is pressing for it?
This news made the expressions on the faces of many Chaos Warband Lords change again.
This was exactly what Emrys wanted. He continued.
"Let me be clear, if anyone's actions disrupt lord Abaddon's plan, don't blame me for reporting his name to lord Abaddon."
The faces of the many Warband Lords contorted.
If you're going to complain, just complain. Saying it so directly, is he afraid they won't cooperate after they go back?!
"Alright, you all should return as soon as possible."
Emrys waved his hand and said.
"In two days, I hope to see you all here."
After seeing these trembling Chaos Lords, full of unexpressed anger, leave the council chamber one by one, Emrys couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha."
It must be said, this was the most satisfying time he had felt since playing 'Zane'.
"How was my acting?"
Emrys smugly turned to Av Krast.
"Was it like a true Khorne worshipper?!"
Just thinking about how those Chaos Warband Lords had been like cicadas in winter, each shrinking their necks, terrified of somehow angering this madman, Av Krast couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and grunted a muffled nod.
"...Like it."
Given Emrys' performance, he could say without exaggeration that it already far surpassed that of an ordinary Khorne worshipper.
Capricious, prone to sudden murderous outbursts, acting like a madman, and occasionally having a fit—this could no longer be described with the word 'like'; it should be 'is'!
Never mind, this matter wasn't for him to worry about.
If the sky falls, Lyon will hold it up.
He now had only one wish, and that was that Lord wouldn't lead the Sons of the Forest Chapter astray, otherwise—
Thinking of the entire Chapter's brothers taking on Emrys' appearance, Av Krast felt a toothache and a chill down his spine.
Av Krast shook his head, casting aside these jumbled thoughts. Now was not the time to consider such matters.
"Lord, you let them go back like that, aren't you afraid they'll renege?"
After the council, Emrys had allowed these Chaos Lords to return to their respective warships to gather elite warriors and prepare for the assault on the hive city in two days.
But in Av Krast's view, this was a bit reckless, as these people had been threatened. Who knew if they would still be obedient and follow the orders of this tyrannical Lord after returning?
"No need to worry, they will definitely return."
Emrys was not worried about this, looking utterly confident.
"They will definitely come, whether willingly or not, unless they don't want to be in the game anymore."
"Why?"
Av Krast asked, puzzled.
After all, these people were not willing; they had all been compelled by 'Zane's' intimidation, and it was under duress that they reluctantly agreed.
Now that they were out of danger, it would be good if they didn't seek revenge on 'Zane'; there was no way they would come back, otherwise wouldn't that be walking into a trap?
"You still don't understand 'Chaos' ah." Emrys glanced at him and said earnestly.
No need to understand it that much—Av Krast silently grumbled in his heart.
"Whether they are willing or not, they must come, and they absolutely must come!" When Emrys said this, his words were firm and his gaze extremely resolute.
"The reason is simple: they can outwardly comply with me while secretly defying me, but—they are even more afraid of Abaddon!"
"Abaddon?"
Hearing this name, Av Krast finally understood.
"I see. If they don't come, you can completely shift all the blame onto them, and then Abaddon will surely not forgive them, right?"
"Exactly." Emrys showed a hint of appreciation, slowly nodding.
"Avakalon's geographical location is special; it is the only industrial world on the navigation route to the Rock Fortress. Its importance is self-evident. Whoever can fully control it will hold the dominant position in the entire war."
"If Avakalon remains under Imperial control, Abaddon's black Legion will constantly be in a situation of being attacked from front and rear, and because of the unique nature of this world, the Imperium can fully mobilize the Astra Militarum and Astartes Chapters around the Eye of Terror to continuously join the battle for the Rock Fortress."
"This situation is not what Abaddon wants to see. Once the war is dragged into a quagmire, the consequences are far beyond what he can bear."
At this point, Emrys' gaze also fell on the central control panel, on the holographic map marking the distribution of the Chaos fleet.
A fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
"In other words, if Abaddon wants to conquer the Rock Fortress, he must ensure Avakalon is completely under Chaos control. Only then can Imperial reinforcements be completely cut off, leaving the Rock Fortress isolated and vulnerable, to be devoured by him bit by bit!"
Although the main battlefield was the Rock Fortress, in reality—the key that could influence the direction of the entire war lay on this seemingly inconspicuous hive city!
This was precisely why Abaddon had dispatched a legion of ten thousand, intending to conquer Avakalon!
"You tell me—if a strategy so highly valued by Abaddon is disrupted by these Chaos Lords, can they still remain in Chaos?" Emrys withdrew his gaze, saying rather playfully.
"They have already pledged allegiance to Chaos, but if they can't even stay in Chaos, that is the true dead end. So, whether they want to or not, they must come in two days!"
This was an overt scheme.
If they didn't come, Emrys would report them.
But if they did come, the fate awaiting these Chaos Lords would be to fall into the trap Emrys and Lyon had set early on.
"Lord is truly—" Av Krast racked his brains, unable to think of a suitable adjective, and finally could only say.
"Full of stratagems!"
...Emrys gave him a deep look. If you can't say anything nice, you can shut up. What do you mean 'full of stratagems'?!