Chapter 298 The Rise of the Primarch: This Time, It Won’t Be the Same

Solar System/Throne Galaxy-Neptune Star Region

Neptune, the planet at the farthest end of the solar system, was believed to be full of seawater in ancient times, so it was called Neptune. But in fact, it is not the case. There is no sea or any liquid on Neptune, and even if there is, it is frozen into ice.

It is at the edge of the solar system, far away from the temperature of the sun, floating alone in the dark night sky. Uranus is too far away from the main galaxy of the solar system. Astronomers have discussed whether to expel Uranus from the list of planets in the solar system a long time ago.

Fortunately, it was not expelled in the end, and in the later years, humans in the Golden Age transformed it to develop heavy element bases of hydrogen, helium, methane and deuterium. Even in the later years, after the resources of Uranus were almost exhausted, the human empire built an outer warning fortress here to alert Terra and intercept the enemy when the enemy invaded, so as to buy time for war preparation.

However, the result did not seem to be as expected. The broken armor plates of the fortress branded with the Empire's golden sky eagle floated weakly, and countless broken fortress debris floated around it. They circled the planet's orbit like an asteroid belt, and fell into the planet's surface from time to time due to the gravity of the planet itself, just like a meteor sliding down the sky.

And in that distant orbit, the culprits who caused all this were hovering in the starry sky. The huge war fleets hovering together were like a group of wolves ready to go, dormant on the illuminated side of Uranus. The huge shadows covered them, and the scarlet propeller light flickered faintly in the darkness, like the blood-red eyes of a beast.

The warships that slowly slid through the shadows gathered around them, and they were like wolves surrounding their own alpha wolf, the largest, most vicious and brutal alpha wolf in the wolf pack, around the ancient Queen of Glory-class battleship named the Spirit of Vengeance.

The huge French windows reflected the shadow of the tall war marshal. He stood in front of the huge window of the bridge and looked down at the fleet outside. One after another, the warships flashing with blood-red light passed by him, and the cruising warships were like sharks in the deep sea wandering in the darkness.

Abaddon's scarlet eyes were raised from the French windows. He looked at his reflection in the window. For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of Horus. He was very similar to Horus. In the legion of that year, these warriors who looked very similar to the original body were called the eldest son of Horus.

And now Abaddon, he was wearing a dark Terminator armor, with an ominous red light flashing behind his head, and his eyes were as scarlet and terrifying as Horus's back then. He was very similar to his father in every sense. Like Horus, he came to the solar system and vowed to seize the throne world.

"Weak Horus, weak Horus, I will not fail like you this time." Abaddon looked at the reflection in the window and roared in a low voice. He turned around and looked at the tactical platform behind him. Sexus and the leaders of the Black Fleet were standing on both sides, waiting for the arrival of the Warmaster.

And Abaddon would not let them wait any longer. Wearing Terminator armor, Abaddon, who became almost as tall as the Primarch under the blessing of the power of the Warp, walked to the table. His heavy footsteps echoed in every step, and even the Space Marines and the traitors who had been in the Warp for 10,000 years were terrified.

"Report the situation." Abaddon walked to the table and roared, as if the nameless anger would tear Sexus in front of him to pieces at any time.

But Sexus had already learned how to judge whether Abaddon was really angry and when he wanted to kill someone, so Sexus calmly turned to the tactical table on the side, and his fingers quickly clicked on it. With the help of the dark mechanic priest beside him, he quickly projected the hologram of the solar system into the air.

The eight planets revolving around the sun appeared in front of Abaddon. His face was illuminated by the light of the holographic projection, and his blood-red eyes stared at the planet that was orbiting the sun. The planet with a satellite was called Terra.

Abaddon watched Terra slowly raise its huge power claws. He stretched his palm under the planet, as if he wanted to crush the ancient mother planet of mankind, but he didn't. Abaddon might have been extremely crazy, but he was not crazy. He knew that only when he won the war in the solar system would the planet surrender to him.

"Tell me, Sexus, when can we take it down?" Abaddon said as he slowly lowered the power claw. Sexus beside him glanced at Abaddon and pointed his finger at the holographic image in front of him. As the finger pointed, battle lines appeared on it, and the coordinates of the fleet in motion and the battlefield information currently in fierce fighting appeared on it.

Sexus stood beside Abaddon, pointing at the dazzling holographic military map, "The Death Guard has taken down the outer ring of Saturn, and all the imperial asteroid defense positions have been destroyed. Although they failed to attack the Grey Knight Fortress on Titan 8, the only Grey Knights stationed there can only protect themselves and cannot threaten our fleet flank."

Speaking, Sexus pointed his finger to the east side of the solar system, where there was a red fleet that penetrated inward like a dagger, stabbing inward little by little towards the heart of the solar system.

"According to your orders, the descendants of Angron defeated the fleet sent by the Empire to intercept them on Uranus. If nothing happens, the World Eaters can reach the orbit of Terra within three days and cooperate with the Word Bearers They began to attack the moon to destroy Terra's first line of defense."

"And on the periphery." Serksos said and nodded to the priest of the Dark Mechanicus on the side. The fallen priest wearing a dark red robe quickly tapped the tactical interface with his slender mechanical fingers, and soon followed by His operational star map changed, the solar system shrank rapidly, and several galaxies on the edge of the Throne Galaxy appeared in front of him.

Abaddon looked at the outer star field, his eyes looking through the bat symbols scattered on the map one by one. The Warmaster raised his head slightly, and the power claw in his hand slowly opened and closed.

"Have the Midnight Lords completed my order?" Warmaster asked in a cold voice. Xersos looked up at the star map and nodded.

"Yes, Warmaster, the Night Lords have destroyed several worlds in the Sun Star Territory. Their terrorist attacks and guerrilla warfare have forced the Sun Fleet to be unable to return for reinforcements. Now Terra is completely isolated."

Abaddon growled lowly, his eyes staring at the dots of light on the map. Each flashing label was an army under his command. Just as he expected, they used sharp razors. It was inserted into the chest of the throne world, causing the huge giant to bleed to death little by little.

Abaddon looked at the beacons in front of him, and suddenly the Warmaster was stunned when he looked at Mars again. He frowned suddenly, and slowly clenched his huge claws. He looked coldly at the people beside him. Xersos asked, "Where are the Iron Warriors? Why haven't they reached the attack position of Mars yet?"

Xersos was a little surprised when he looked at Abaddon. He immediately turned around and walked to the dark mechanical priest who was standing in front of the communication terminal. The admiral of the black fleet asked him in a low voice. The mechanical priest also immediately began to operate. Several of his The robotic arm plugged into the terminal began to operate rapidly.

Behind Serksos, Abaddon slowly opened and closed his power armor. He raised his head and growled and looked at Serksos. The Black Fleet officers beside the Warmaster subconsciously took several steps back. , they all know that Abaddon has little patience, and he will not allow his men to make mistakes or delay his time because of stupidity.

And if that person makes this mistake, the result is often blood and flesh flying everywhere, and at that time, believe me, you don't want to stand next to the Warmaster.

But maybe it was the blessing of the four gods that Xerxos did not let Abaddon get impatient, but he looked at the terminal display in front of him and his eyes widened in shock. He knew that this news would not satisfy Abaddon. .

"Warmaster, Otyk's fleet was ambushed and suffered heavy losses. He escaped with only five remaining battleships. He is now on his way to the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. If I am not wrong, he should It’s almost”

Xersos turned to look at Abaddon. Before he could finish his words, the heavy footsteps of Terminator armor came from the direction of the bridge door. The sound attracted the attention of everyone, including Abaddon. Everyone turned their heads and looked over, seeing Otik who was about to meet the Warmaster's wrath.

Abaddon roared and strode forward. His speed was quite fast, so fast that he couldn't run in a Terminator. Otik looked at the power claws he had grabbed, and he didn't have time to react at all. He was grabbed by the claws and slammed against the wall behind him.

The heavy power armor was slammed against the wall, and the steel wall sank inward in an instant. Otik looked at Abaddon, who was glaring at him in front of him. The Warmaster's claws held Otik tightly. his head, squeezing his skull inward little by little, as if he was going to crush the thing to death immediately.

"Otik, you failed. You know what happens to the defeated." Abaddon roared angrily. He grabbed Otik, lifted him up, and then slammed him back into the wall.

"Not only that, you also destroyed the fleet I sent you! Tell me, you fool, how did you fail in such an advantageous situation? Speak! Son of Perturabo!"

Abaddon grabbed Otik and threw him to the side of the terminal. The thrown war blacksmith directly knocked down the data terminal. The mortal sailor sitting there seemed to have reacted faster, and I am afraid that he is not the same now. The terminal was smashed into a pulp together.

Otik fell on the terminal. He grabbed the edge of the almost collapsed terminal with one hand and stood up. However, as soon as he stood up, he was grabbed by the roaring Abaddon's shoulder again. The Warmaster slammed Otik again. After hitting the terminal, the sparking terminal was completely destroyed this time.

Xersos turned sideways and looked in the direction of the two people. Abaddon pressed Otik on the paralyzed terminal. His eyes flashed with the anger of Khorne and stared at Otik under him, "For you Just excuse your failure, Otik, and that will be your epitaph!”

Abaddon roared and raised his power claw. The shimmering power claw was aimed at Otik's head, but the war blacksmith who was beaten by Abadon did not panic at all. He spit out what was in his mouth. The bloody phlegm looked directly into Abaddon's eyes.

"Marshal Vitor is back, Abaddon, the High Marshal has returned to Terra."

Abaddon was stunned by Otik's words, and the power claw that was about to fall suddenly stopped in the air. He looked at Otik's blood-red eyes and frowned, "You'd better not be lying about your failure." , Otik, otherwise it will only make your death worse."

"In the name of the Four Gods, everything I tell is the truth." Otik said and pushed Abaddon away with a palm. Although in fact, it was more because of the latter's initiative to push Abaddon away, otherwise Otik would never have been able to push him away. Go high and fight handsome.

Otik stood up holding the wreckage of the terminal. He turned his back to Abaddon and looked sideways at the angry War Marshal standing behind him. "The Marshal appeared in front of the fleet with a battle fortress that we have never seen before. That fortress It’s bigger than the Mountain Formation, and its firepower is incredibly strong. I think only the Undead Battle World can barely compete with it.”

"The marshal used that fortress to destroy my fleet, and only a few ships and I escaped."

"Then why did he come back to Otik? Why did he want to let a defeated person go?" Abaddon walked behind Otik, his anger still not dissipated, and the cold anger left his mouth along with those words. He said, his blood-red eyes continued to stare at Otik, he still had no chance of escaping death.

"The Marshal asked me to bring you a message." Otik said and turned to face Abaddon, looking directly into the eyes of the Warmaster without fear. The latter walked in front of the Warsmith, his head stopped as he walked. He swayed from side to side with his footsteps, and he stared at Otik. "What words?" "Marshal's exact words, let that bastard think carefully before coming to Terra to find me."

Abaddon was instantly enraged. He roared and strode towards Otik. He raised his power claw and slashed it down, but the claw did not kill the Iron Warrior. The Warmaster's power claw further chopped him behind. The remains of the terminal broke into several sections and collapsed on the ground.

Otik looked directly at the enraged Abaddon in front of him. The Warmaster snorted angrily at a very close distance in front of him. The cold anger spat on Otik's face, and his blood-red eyes stared into his eyes.

The traitor Space Marines behind Abaddon looked at each other in shock when they heard Vito's name. They whispered to each other, and the news of the Marshal's return exploded among them like a bomb.

Serksos looked at the brothers who were talking and took a few steps forward. He walked towards Abaddon and raised a hand, "No matter how strong the marshal is, Warmaster, we have four times more fleets than him! And there is glory." With the Queen in hand, the Marshal is no match for us."

"No, Threxos, you are too young, so you have no idea how strong the Marshal is, four times? He once fought ten times as many enemies. It was also on Terra, when we attacked Terra during the Horus Heresy, The Marshal, aided by Dorn, Khan, and Sanguinius, blocked our attack."

Otik looked at the Black Fleet Admiral and shouted. He looked at the "young" Serksos. In fact, he was not young. He was already several thousand years old when converted into physical universe time. But during the great rebellion that year, , Xersos is just a new recruit, and compared to Otik, he is just a new recruit.

"The empire has concentrated all the solar system defense forces on Terra. Maybe we have an absolute advantage in military strength in other parts of the solar system, but on the local battlefield of Terra, the empire after concentrating its forces is not necessarily much less powerful than us. The marshal has The troops are not as small as you think, and with that battle fortress, we can't attack rashly. "

Otik looked at Abaddon in front of him. He glared at Otik and snorted in annoyance, but Otik was very calm. He and the Warmaster looked at each other's eyes at close range, "Like a marshal. As said, Warmaster, you must think clearly before attacking Terra."

Abaddon looked at Otyk, who growled for a moment and then stood up suddenly. He turned around and smashed the steel wall around him with a punch, then raised his finger and pointed at Serksos, "Order all attacking troops to stop attacking immediately! The World Eaters and Word Bearers immediately turned and jumped away from the Terra area, and the Death Guard shrank all fleets to the vicinity of Neptune."

"Deploy all the reserve forces near the solar system, gather forces, and prepare for the attack again."

"All? Sir, is this possible?"

"You heard my order! I won't say it a second time!"

Abaddon roared angrily. Xexos nodded after being stunned for a moment and quickly went to give the order. The officers of the Black Legion all dispersed and returned to their posts after Abaddon's glare. As they left, Abaddon Barton slowly turned around and looked at Otik.

"I will spare your life, Otik, but next time, I will let you rush to the front to atone for your failure." Abaddon said and strode out of the bridge, without giving Otik anything to say. At any opportunity, the war blacksmith stood aside and watched the war master walking out in silence.

Abaddon walked out of the bridge and passed a marble wall. The smooth and clean wall reflected his face like a mirror, reflecting the same face as Horus.

The Warmaster roared angrily and smashed the marble with a punch. He walked towards the dark end of the corridor with heavy steps, his blood-red eyes flashing fiercely in the shadows.