Chapter 39: A Loving Father and a Filial Son, Abaddon (Please Read On)

Falling!

Falling!

Falling!

A sense of weightlessness appeared in the angel's consciousness.

Just as she was about to spread her wings, the sense of weightlessness disappeared in an instant.

When she opened her eyes, the picture in front of her was twisted into shape in a bunch of blurred mosaics. With the steady heartbeat, everything she saw became more detailed and more realistic.

She had left the Thinker's storage room.

Instead, there was a corridor.

This corridor was very familiar. It was the keel corridor that Horus had led her through when she came to the Spirit of Vengeance not long ago.

The floor under her feet, the glazed dome above her head, the huge columns on both sides, and even the ever-changing mist of stars and nebulae, were all the same, and there was almost no difference.

Sanguinius could smell the elegant incense in the air.

He could also detect the sizzling sound of electricity coming from the engine running in the floor under his feet.

When she was curious about all this, Horus' voice came into her ears again.

"How is the dream woven by the Thinker? This battle is a scene I have carefully set up. You lead the soldiers of the Ninth Legion to board, and I lead the soldiers of the Sixteenth Legion to guard the central control room. If you don't like this scene, we can also choose other maps, no problem."

Horus briefly introduced the rules, with a tone of exploration.

"Everything in front of us is exactly the same as the real scene. The technology of the Golden Age is really amazing."

Sanguinius said, "This scene is very good, no need to bother."

The voice on Horus' side was silent for a while.

Then there was a laugh, "I can feel your fiery fighting spirit. Our souls are all shaped for war. In this case, let's get ready."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Boom!"

At the moment the countdown ended, a violent explosion came from the depths of the battleship.

The hot flames gushed out of the sealed cabin like a waterfall.

The gorgeous glass dome above her head shattered, and countless tiny glass fragments fell from the sky like raindrops. The cables as thick as pythons were torn apart by a huge force, and electric lights flickered in the dim environment.

The smell of blood and gunpowder, along with the hot black smoke, rushed from the end of the corridor, lingering in her nasal cavity, causing the angel's blood flow to speed up and her muscles to tense.

She heard footsteps.

Two rows of Luna Wolves veterans wearing moon-white armor rushed out of the cabins on both sides of the corridor.

Although they were just products simulated by data, they were not much inferior to real Astartes warriors.

They were stronger than most of the mutants that Sanguinius had encountered on Baal Sparta, and they were proficient in various tactics and tacitly coordinated, equipped with the most sophisticated armor and weapons in the empire.

Ta-ta-ta!

Draco heavy bolters, laser cannons, and heavy firepower composite weapons that only veterans of hundreds of battles were qualified to use fired at the same time.

Destructive flames gushed out from the thick barrel.

Sanguinius narrowed her amber eyes slightly. She had already sensed the footsteps of these veterans before they appeared.

Moreover, it was not only the Primarch's own reaction ability, but also her prophetic ability. After unifying Baal, her connection with the two angels in the warp seemed to be closer.

This may not be a good thing.

But it did bring some unexpected changes to Sanguinius.

For example, her prophetic ability was enhanced. It was no longer some elusive random pictures, but could be extended to the future for a period of time with the current time and space as the anchor point.

This ability was a gift from the guardian angel.

Swish!

The wide corridor did not provide more cover for the angel, but the wings gave her extra mobility.

She just made two light movements, like a dancer dancing in a storm, and dodged all the dense firepower network, without even leaving any burning marks on the armor.

Sanguinius folded his wings and bent his knees to gather strength.

Just as she was about to charge.

Boom!

Amid the violent tremors of the entire hall, the Achilles-type fist assault boats painted crimson tore through the heavy armor on both sides of the corridor and rushed into the battlefield.

Rows of veterans of the Ghost Legion joined the battlefield like bloodthirsty beasts.

They first fired a volley to suppress the fire.

Then they released a large amount of smoke to interfere with the opponent's vision and battlefield perception system, and then launched an attack to drag the battle into the rhythm they are best at - close combat!

The chainsaw sword burst out with a monster-like howl, cutting through the ceramic steel shell of the armor in sparks.

The super-large power axe slashed violently with the butcher's grin, splitting a Shadow Moon Wolf veteran who had no time to dodge in half from the shoulder to the other side of the waist. The carefully polished armor made of ceramic steel and plastic steel was as fragile as rotten wood in front of such a cruel weapon, and could not provide obvious defensive effect.

The battle was cruel and swift.

The Astartes warriors of the two legions decided the winner in a very short time.

The warriors of the Ghost Legion won an overwhelming victory, but also paid a bloody price in the dangerous close combat.

Some people completely fell into a pool of blood, and some people's limbs were mutilated. Although it was just a simulated scene, the angel who saw this scene couldn't help but sigh softly.

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Such tactics are a bit too barbaric.

Moreover, there is still a long way to go.

"Charge with me!" She quickly focused her attention on the battlefield in front of her, raised the dyed red blade in her hand, and gave the order.

The warriors of the Ghost Legion roared and followed behind their Primarch.

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"Damn it!"

In the martial arts training ground, Togaton's worried voice sounded, "If you let your father know about this, he will definitely twist your head off."

"Hmph." Abaddon, who had a bunch of braids on his head, said disapprovingly, "If every threat can bring me a throne coin, I should be able to almost get half a ship of Vengeful Spirits by now. The number was bought."

Four of the mourners.

At this time, he was sitting in the corner of the martial arts arena, watching the image projected on Abaddon's gauntlet attentively.

What was playing on the screen was the battlefield between the two primarchs Horus and Sanguinius.

"The battle between the two original bodies! Although it is just a simulation, it is precious. We may not see it once in our lifetime. If you don't want to see it, you can leave now. I promise you in the name of the first company commander, I will never give you away at that time.”

"No!"

Togaton said cheerfully, "The punishment my father gave me will only make me suffer for a while. If I miss this battle, I will live in regret for the rest of my life."

"But, having said that, this Sanguinius, uh, aunt—it is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance."

Togaton is humorous and a living treasure of the Sixteenth Legion.

Whether he is a new recruit who has just joined the legion or the top wolf god Horus, he is very fond of him.

"She was a different person on the battlefield and in private, a ruthless and efficient warrior beneath her dancerly grace."

Little Horus Asymmond spoke. In the picture, Sanguinius swooped down from the sky. With just one strike of his sword, four veterans of the Luna Wolves fell in a pool of blood.

"This fight - simply! Unfair!"

The sound of gnashing teeth, containing the smell of anger and blood, came all at once.

"Gan!"

Abaddon screamed strangely, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

He turned around and saw the bloody face of Garnett of the Ghost Legion behind him.

Except for this notorious cruel butcher, soldiers from different legions were all gathered together, with their heads touching their heads and their arms touching their arms, forming a large, dark mass. There was unconcealable excitement and excitement in everyone's eyes.

"Abaddon——"

A champion in the War Dog Legion said with a smile, "My most beloved cousin, you don't want to keep this kind of precious scene privately."