Chapter 324: The Primarch Rises: The Warmaster Will Not Reject a Challenge
The Terminator armor walks heavily along the corridor of the battleship. When one Terminator walks around, it is heavy enough, but when dozens of Terminators walk together, the shock is literally earth-shaking.
Everyone in the corridor immediately retreated to both sides. The rebel navy sailors who had surrendered to Chaos, the Dark Mechanicus priests and their servitors, and even the Chaos Space Marines passing by the corridor subconsciously retreated to the side. Give way to those passing by.
Warmaster Abaddon was walking in the corridor. He was walking in the corridor of the Vengeful Spirit wearing a Terminator. Behind him were dozens of guards who were also wearing Terminator armor. They followed him. The Warmaster marched down the corridor leading to the bridge.
When Abaddon came, everyone shrank away from him. In fear, the mortals quickly retreated to the sides and stood against the wall, fearing that they would be crushed because they blocked the way of the Warmaster and his guards. The Chaos Space Marines who were also members of the Black Legion also moved to both sides and bowed to the Warmaster.
But although they were bowing to Abaddon, the latter didn't even look at them. Abaddon led his guards past the floor-to-ceiling windows on the bridge corridor. Abaddon glanced at the assembled fleet outside the window. , countless teleportation rifts are flashing in the dark background of the galaxy, and giant ships are jumping out of them.
Abaddon looked at the fleets that were gathering towards him. He said nothing but turned around and walked straight to the door at the end of the corridor. The Chaos Warmaster strode towards the steel door. When Abaddon walked in front of it, The door immediately slid open to both sides, as if afraid that it would be shattered for blocking Abaddon.
Abaddon walked into the bridge, and a group of Terminator guards behind him also walked in. The Warmaster walked straight to the bridge holographic platform in front, where Serksos, Otik, and a group of The officers of the Black Legion war fleet are already waiting there.
"Tell me, Thraxos, what do you want to tell me?" Abaddon walked up to Thraxos and asked. The tall warmaster stood like a mountain in front of Thraxos, and he looked down at him. The Admiral of the Black Legion, who looked up at the Warmaster's eyes and was silent for a moment, then clicked on the holographic panel next to him.
As Xerxos clicked, an image of a person appeared on it. It was a man wearing a golden power armor. That armor was familiar to all Chaos Space Marines and all traitors, and they were also extremely afraid of it. The ground armor, because that armor once belonged to a man who made these traitors and even their masters of the Four Gods fearful.
"Corpse Emperor?!" A guard behind Abaddon exclaimed. All the Terminators around him instinctively took a step back, taking a few steps back under the golden armor and the golden halo behind him. Only Abaddon stood steadily in front of the image and looked at the man. The Warmaster frowned and walked to the table.
"No, it's not the False Emperor, it's Vito." Abaddon growled. He looked at the holographic image of Vito in front of him. All the Chaos Space Marines came closer again. They looked at Vito's face on the image. , everyone can see it.
"Marshal? Is it the marshal?" A guard behind Abaddon asked in a low voice to another person beside him. The latter nodded slightly and looked at the image, "It's him, it must be right. Marshal Vito is still the same as Marshal Vito." They look the same in my memory, but why is he wearing His armor?"
Abaddon glared at the guards behind him with his peripheral vision. Everyone immediately stopped from their memories. The Terminators stood behind Abadon and took a few steps back. Then Abaddon turned and looked at the man in front of him again and frowned. brow.
"Are you calling me here just to let me see him and let me know who I am fighting?" Abaddon turned his head slightly and looked at Serksos beside him, his eyes as scary as a sharp knife.
"Do you think I can't defeat him, and are you trying to persuade me to retreat in this way? Thraxos, are you afraid?" Abaddon growled, but Thraxos shook his head slightly, his His palms were still pressed on the interface, and he looked at Abaddon with a slightly worried look.
"No, my lord, the Marshal released a holographic speech on the public frequency band of the solar system. We also received it. We thought maybe you should take a look, but"
"But what? Xerxos." Abaddon asked in a deep voice, which sounded like the hiss of a bomb slowly passing through the barrel of a gun, sending a shiver down the back. numb.
"The Marshal's speech may displease you, my lord." Thraxos whispered, as if to remind Abaddon, but the latter raised his head slightly and looked at Thraxos in front of him.
"Play it."
"My lord, I must remind you that its contents are very serious."
"Play it and I will not repeat the same command twice, Threxos."
The Warmaster roared and gave the order and then looked at the image. After Serksos and Otik looked at each other, Otik nodded slightly to Serksos, and then the admiral of the black fleet showed up. I took a deep breath and pressed the play button.
The video began to play. Abaddon watched Vito's speech, and his face changed suddenly as he listened to each sentence. The Warmaster's expression changed from calm at first to stiffness, then to displeasure and finally to anger. When Vito When he said the words "We will defeat his failed son Abaddon just as we defeated Horus", the current Warmaster Abaddon's anger completely burst out.
Abaddon roared angrily and smashed the holographic imaging device in front of him with a punch. The furious Warmaster slammed his huge power iron fist and lightning claw onto the electronic table. The CNC display screen was completely shattered at the first blow. , the shattered glass fragments spread out and hit the Astartes standing around.
Everyone instinctively stepped back, even members of Abaddon's own escort wanted to retreat. No one wanted to stand by Abadon's side when he was angry, except for Serksos, who continued to stand. The table calmly faced Abaddon's fury.
The Admiral of the Black Fleet watched as his Warmaster kept hitting the holographic instrument in front of him, his iron fist hitting the instrument again and again. He looked at Vito's image and his anger was as strong as a boiler being continuously thrown into coal. , the entire tabletop completely fell apart under his slap, the twisted metal finally broke under the deformation, and the entire holographic instrument collapsed completely and hit the ground sideways.
After the holographic instrument was completely paralyzed, Vito's image finally flickered and disappeared. Serksos looked at the collapsed instrument and then looked at Abaddon. Standing in front of the pile of steel debris, Abaddon snorted angrily. The already scarlet eyes became even redder under the anger, and the bloodshot eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.
Abaddon suddenly raised his head and pointed a paw at Xerxos, "Order the fleet to set sail! Attack Terra immediately! I will let that old bastard sit on the golden throne with the false emperor! I will cut him into pieces Hang on the edge of the throne!"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Warmaster, but our fleet has not completed the expected assembly, and quite a few fleets are coming." Xexos was not afraid of Abaddon's anger and poured cold water on him, and he also responded to this After paying the price, Abaddon stretched out his claws and grabbed Threxos' neck before he finished speaking.
Abaddon roared and grabbed Serksos, strode out, and then slammed it against the wall. The Black Fleet Admiral was hit like a cannonball against the steel wall of the bridge, and the entire wall was sunk inward. After falling down, Xexos was hit by Abaddon against the wall and strangled by the neck.
"You failed! Thraxos, you let me down!" Abaddon roared and pinched Thraxos' neck. The huge force quickly made Thraxos feel unable to breathe, and his throat was torn apart. Slumping down, his breathing becoming difficult and short, the Admiral looked at the Warmaster in front of him with his head held high and his eyes lowered, and his words were squeezed out of Abaddon's claws with a painful opening.
"Killing me will not help, Warmaster, your anger cannot be released here." Serksos looked at the furious Abaddon in front of him with a livid face. He was like a wolf whose fur exploded after being angered. The blood-red eyes were flashing red, and the teeth were biting and chattering in the mouth.
Abaddon looked at Xerxos, roared angrily and threw Xerxos to the ground. He turned around and walked to the side with a roar. When he passed a terminal platform, he punched the instrument through it, causing it to explode and turn over. The broken cable structure of the instrument was attached around his arm, and the tiny beating arcs struck the iron fist that penetrated the back of the instrument.
"What happened? Why wasn't my order carried out?" Abaddon growled and pulled out his fist. He stood a few steps away with his back to Xerxos, who had just risen from the ground. Climbing up, he rubbed his bruised neck and coughed to answer the Warmaster's question.
"Ahem! When the outer fleet returned to defense, it was intercepted by the entire Sun Fleet and dozens of Astartes battle groups. The Night Lords and Death Guard were originally sharp blades that delayed the empire's return reinforcements, but now they are because of It was inserted too deep, and it was held by the body of the empire's huge fleet and could not be pulled out. "
"The Night Lords and the others are unable to escape the war now. In addition to the White Scars who were engaged in guerrilla warfare with them on the periphery, as well as the Raven Guard, now according to the latest news, various war fleets of the Ultramarines have also disappeared in the Maelstrom in Guilliman. After the Star Territory, Guilliman's last orders were carried out."
"If Guilliman is unable to lead the fleet, the Chapter Masters and the highest military commanders of each battle group will continue to carry out the return orders issued by the Primarch and lead their respective fleets into pieces. They will gather together as much as possible to reorganize and then rush towards Terra. , regardless of the life and death of the original body, and tried to rescue Terra. "
"Did the Ultramarines do as they were told? Did they abandon their father?" Abaddon turned his head and looked at Serksos, who stood up, and asked in a low voice. After finally regaining his balance, Serksos silently turned to the Warmaster. He nodded.
"Yes, Warmaster, the Ultramarines have faithfully executed the orders as always. The largest main fleet, after Captain Mikael reorganized the sporadic fleets, still broke into the outer reaches of the solar system from the east side of the solar system. , pierced our blockade like a dagger."
"Not only that, there are many war groups that are urgently joining the battle, especially the Tauren war group. The Tauren are like madmen and completely ignore any imperial planets and friendly forces along the way that need protection or help. The entire war group is in need of help. They attacked Terra with the same fate, and they almost succeeded in reaching the jump point. If it were not intercepted in time by a defensive fleet of the Iron Warriors, the Tauren war group would have broken into the solar system. "
Threxos looked at the angry Abaddon. His eyes were enough to scare a mortal to the point where his heart would explode. Even the Astartes would have been frightened half to death, but Threxos had no choice. Admiral of the Black Fleet, he must face Abaddon's wrath.
"Now the outer fleet can no longer come back to help us. If they leave, the Empire's huge reinforcements will immediately rush into the solar system, and our military advantage will be instantly eliminated. We can only rely on the current troops, Warmaster."
Abaddon looked at Serksos in silence for a moment, then roared in a low voice. He turned his head and walked to the huge glass window of the bridge to look at the fleet outside, the fleet that barely escaped from the front line and assembled here.
The Warmaster looked at them, his red eyes reflecting on the glass windows, emitting a faint halo. "You said Guilliman disappeared in the Maelstrom? What about Huron? Did you ask him if he caught Guilliman?"
"The Astropath contacted the Red Corsairs, but Huron said he didn't catch Guilliman, but I'm sure he's lying. The spy we sent to the Red Corsairs told me that he saw Huron taking a huge warship back to the Blackstone Fortress after capturing it, and then secretly imprisoned a group of people in the fortress. He refused to tell us who it was, but I'm sure it was definitely Guilliman."
"Huron wanted to hide it from you and secretly offer this great gift to the Four Chaos Gods to challenge your position, Warmaster." Sexus said behind Abaddon. The Warmaster looked at Sexus from the reflection of the window and raised his head slightly. "Did he succeed?"
"No, it didn't. Our spies said that the Blackstone Fortress was suddenly attacked by a whole company of the Bound Legion and a group of blue-armored Astartes. The Red Sea The pirates had no idea where they came from, but they were led by a fallen angel, who was holding two guns and carrying a huge sword. He led the assault troops through the corridors of the Blackstone Fortress, broke into the prison, rescued Guilliman and others, and evacuated the Great Vortex area. "
"What about Huron? How is he?" Abaddon asked in a low voice, and Sexus shrugged slightly as if it was good news. "Our arrogant young ally who tried to betray you had a fight with the fallen angel, and the result was quite tragic. One of his eyes was blinded, and his mechanical body was also scarred by the fallen angel. It is said that he is now being repaired by the Dark Mechanicus. "
"Humph, this is the only good news. A stupid betrayal plan failed." Abaddon said, looking at the magnificent warship flying past the window. The heavy cruiser spewed dazzling flames and flew to the side and below the Spirit of Vengeance, diving to join the fleet circling below.
"Where is Guilliman? Is he anywhere?"
"No, Warmaster, we have no news about the Emperor's Thirteenth Son. He disappeared with the mysterious Fallen Angel and has not been heard from since."
Abaddon looked at a battleship outside the window and raised his head. It was a gray-black battleship with a winged sword branded on the side of its armor. "Who is that Fallen Angel?"
"Cypher, Warmaster, that mysterious Fallen Angel, I have asked the Fallen Angel veterans who cooperated with us, they said Cypher is a lost knight, he has been away from his brothers for a long time, no one knows what he is doing, and no one knows why he does that."
Sexus walked behind Abaddon and looked at the fleet outside the window with him. It must be said that he was very brave. He dared to walk to Abaddon when Abaddon was so angry.
But he was lucky, or rather, his talent prevented Abaddon from killing him. Abaddon may have fallen into the edge of stubbornness and madness, but he was still a wise leader. He knew that those with gifts and talents could not be killed easily. Keeping them was more useful than killing them.
In order to conquer Terra, kill the false emperor and end the eternal war, Abaddon needed the help of people like Seksos, so although he was angry, he would not really kill him.
"How much more powerful is our fleet than Terra?" Abaddon asked sharply, while Seksos looked at the fleet outside the window. His eyes quickly swept across the huge fleet gathered around the Spirit of Vengeance, as if he was counting their number.
"Our current strength is three times that of Terra, and the gap between the strength of the Astartes is more than ten times. We can attack the Warmaster."
"No, don't underestimate the Marshal, Serksos. Marshal Vito's fleet is not far behind us. He can still use the defense arrays on the ground and in orbit to make up for the difference in the number of warships. Facing those heavy orbital defense systems, our current number of warships does not have a crushing advantage."
Otik walked from behind the Warmaster and Serksos. The Iron Warriors' Warsmith stood beside Abaddon and said seriously, "Warmaster, our fleet cannot guarantee a complete defeat of the Marshal. You know how outstanding his military talent is. He is known as a tactician and strategist as talented as Horus."
"Do you mean that I am inferior to him? Otik." Abaddon growled and glared at the Warsmith, but the latter was not afraid of the murderous eyes at all. Otik raised his head and looked directly into Abaddon's eyes.
"I am only doing my duty, Warmaster, as a senior officer of the Black Crusade. I remind you again that our fleet is insufficient and cannot guarantee absolute victory."
"Contact the Fabricator General of Mars and ask him to send his Mechanicus fleet to join us. Since he wants me to spare his life and grant them forbidden technology that the Emperor forbids, he needs to show sincerity and loyalty. Let him join the war. Together with the Mechanicus fleet, our numbers will be sufficient."
"No, Warmaster, this is exactly the problem. We have lost contact with the Forge General on Mars. There has been no news since the last contact. The representative of the Dark Mechanic Sect to Mars has also disappeared. I think the Forge General is either because of The marshal showed up and repented, or he was killed, but now we can't use the power of Mars."
"And if the Mechanicus chooses to support the Marshal, they will also send their fleet to Terra. In this way, the force ratio between us and the Marshal will only be twice that, and the gap will be even smaller. In addition, the absolute advantage of the orbital defense system will continue to shrink. ”
Otik was quite bold. Since he directly told Abaddon the news of the failure, the Warmaster turned around and walked up to Otik and looked down at the war blacksmith like a giant wolf looking at its prey. His huge sense of majesty directly affected all the people. Pressed on the war blacksmith.
"You have brought me another disappointing news, Otik. This is the second time you have brought this kind of news. Tell me, is there anything else you want to say?"
"I suggest retreating, Warmaster, using our still strong military power to attack and occupy other areas of the empire, and establish a stable position from subspace into the physical universe. This way, the demon army can continue to flow and steadily enter the physical universe to strengthen us. The power allows us to compete with the Marshal and Guilliman."
"No, Otyk, on the contrary, we must not leave. Guilliman is returning to Terra, and Vitor has reappeared on Terra, killing those stupid High Lord idiots. He united Without the political power of the Empire, if we wait until Guilliman joins him, the Empire's huge war potential will be unleashed, and it will be even harder for us to achieve absolute victory."
"Our war with the Empire will become a war of attrition, and the time of the eternal war will be extended for God knows how long. Now is our best chance. Terra is still isolated and helpless. We can take advantage of our local military advantage. This is a rare opportunity to capture Terra and kill the false emperor! This way we can tear open the gate of the Webway and turn Terra into the new Eye of Terror to tear apart the Empire! In this way, Guilliman will not be able to fight with us! Confronted, I will win!"
Abaddon said, but Otik frowned and looked at the Warmaster in front of him, "I must remind you, Warmaster, the Marshal is also on Terra. He will definitely stop our attack with all his strength and provide support for the peripheral reinforcements to break through midnight." The Lords' defenses were fighting for time, and as more Imperial reinforcements arrived, the outer blockade forces could not hold on for much longer. "
"Isn't this just right? Doesn't this excite you? Otik?" Abaddon said, looking down at the war blacksmith in front of him, his eyes filled with excitement? An almost crazy excitement.
The Warmaster turned to look at the dark Milky Way outside the window, and at the Terra star shining in the distance, "This kind of battle is the most interesting, a crushing victory without any suspense? No, my long battle will not It ended so boringly.”
"He is challenging me, Vito, he is challenging me, just like he challenged Horus, and I will not lose like the weak Horus, I will win, I will defeat him and then in the palace of Terra Zhong used that epic battle to crown me and ascend the throne.”
Abaddon watched Terra raise his power claw. He looked up at the planet as if the throne world was already in his hands. "I accept his challenge and order the fleet to set off."
Xerxos and Otyk looked at each other and bowed to Abaddon together before walking to the inside of the bridge. Abaddon continued to stand in front of the window. He looked at Terra in the distance, huge beneath him. The Spirit of Vengeance battleship is slowly turning, and it and the hundreds of black fleet battleships around it are turning in the direction of the throne world.
The huge jet of flames lit up the edge of the solar system like a large meteor. In the black night sky, it was as if the entire universe was ignited with flames. The huge destruction fleet was flying towards the planet under Abaddon.
"I will take Terra, I will make the galaxy burn!"
Abaddon clenched his fist violently, submerging Terra in his power claws, the bells of war, the silent announcement of destruction.