Chapter 316 The Hunt Begins

In the real universe, Calvin is still busy with the smooth growth of his new legion.

Government affairs and disputes with mortal colleagues have taken up too much of his energy, so that he doesn't even have time to sort out the fruits of his recent battles.

But the enemy will not wait for him to slowly adjust, and the Chaos Gods in the Warp will not sit idly by and watch him grow.

Although he has tried his best to hide himself, after several inevitable battles with Chaos, the evil gods of Chaos still know more or less about his existence.

Among them, Tzeentch is the most serious, because Calvin has dealt with this man's descendants the most in the battles since he was born.

And not long ago, Calvin even had the honor of seeing a ray of his essence.

This god who holds the power of wisdom and hope, conspiracy and usurpation obviously has an extraordinary interest in Calvin.

And based on the evil taste engraved into the bones of this god and his instinct to distort all knowledge and information.

Under his deliberate manipulation, the news that Calvin might be a Primarch was spread obscurely by countless demons with his blood.

But the fact that Calvin possessed a divine soul was kept by him, and even the demon princes who were projections of his will were isolated from the truth.

The space that had never been calm became more lively in his mocking and malicious eyes.

The performance of several fallen Primarchs who had been promoted to demon princes after hearing about Calvin was his favorite program to watch.

Different from this unpredictable style of behavior were the reactions of the demons and death guards of the Nurgle family.

Nurgle, the god who controls life and death, disease and evolution, has known the fall of Typhons.

This perception has a very high timeliness, because the latter's fall in the mortal world led to the destruction of the chosen position, and its theological significance would be reflected in real time in the subspace where idealism prevails.

In the garden of Nurgle, there was a bright red blood rain, and thousands of twisted trees wailed and withered under the corrosive rain;

Large tracts of land cracked and desertified because of the loss of faith and worship in the mortal world, and countless rotten demon fly pupae died before they broke out of their shells because they did not have enough souls to nourish them.

Rainfather Rotigus was the first to feel the strangeness of the garden of Nurgle, because the death and exhaustion brought by the barrenness were the environment it hated the most.

It raised its tree staff angrily and wanted to stir up the waves of the subspace, forcibly descending on the land that dared to challenge the majesty of the Father God, and using "rich rain" to cleanse those mortals who did not know fear.

Kugas also cast a curious gaze from the depths of the garden, because the relationship between the two favorites of the Father God was subtle, and he rarely saw the anger of the Rainfather.

But what Typhons and Mortarion did in the Storm Star Region was like a shot of vaccine for the physical universe. Just after it made a slight move, the terrifying existence that was cursed by the triple curse had already cast a cold gaze at it from Terra in the center of the galaxy.

Father Rain put down the staff in his hand in dismay and decided to be patient for a while. It looked around with a guilty conscience, but there was no sight of Kugath here.

After making such a big fuss, Mortarion naturally knew about Typhon's death.

Like every father who was not in harmony with his eldest son, Mortarion's first reaction after losing his eldest son, whose original name was Typhon, was not gloating, but deep hatred for Calvin.

But he was also afraid of the existence that created him. Although he had thousands of complaints about the Emperor in private, it was obviously a bit difficult for him to face that existence directly.

The two huge camps did not directly intervene in Calvin in the real universe under various considerations;

And just when this farce was about to end, an unexpected force, after noticing Calvin's existence, launched a carefully prepared hunt for him.

Abaddon, the extremely evil person who inherited the mantle of the rebellious Primarch Horus Lupercal.

This is the only one who can fulfill the bet with the gods after the death of Horus, and he is a fallen Astartes who forcibly assumes the responsibility of being chosen by the four gods as a mere mortal.

Warmaster is the name he inherited from Horus, and the Black Legion is the powerful legion he built up bit by bit from the defeated rebels.

This is the 757th year since Abaddon, the Warmaster of the Black Legion, ended his infamous Tenth Black Crusade, and the 500th year since he prepared for the next war against the Empire.

Limited by the position of the Eye of Terror and the equally complicated affairs in Abaddon's hands, Galvan's existence should not have attracted his attention so quickly.

But the impact of Typhon's death was far beyond his expectations. The First Company of the Death Guard, without a leader, began to return to the Garden of Nurgle in an organized manner.

And this impact is not even limited to the Death Guard itself. Even other Chaos warbands that believe in Nurgle, such as the "Purge of the World", have been affected and began to waver.

This loss of personnel is certainly not something Abaddon can tolerate. There is also a Mortarion behind the Death Guard. He cannot and does not want to interfere, so he can only allow them to leave;

But the loss of other scattered warbands is something he cares about very much.

Abaddon is different from ordinary Astartes. His reverence for the Primarchs is limited to when they are strong enough, not superstitious worship.

He obviously would not have any awe for a being like Calvin who had no legion and no glorious record.

On the contrary, it was a rare thing to gain both fame and fortune by hunting down a new Primarch before he became a real threat while he was still young.

Fortunately, he still had some basic rationality and saw the inhuman side of this being.

In the spirit of caution that a son of a rich man should not sit in the hall, this cunning ruler made a deal with a guy who had no sense of existence after he became a demon after careful planning.

He was responsible for asking the gods for help with a sacrifice, so that the gods' power would temporarily transfer the guy's old friend away.

In return, this guy would replace Abaddon himself and go to the real universe in person to bring back Calvin's head.

The fleet to hunt Calvin began to be planned. After Abaddon sent a powerful warband directly under his command, he saw the legion that had been silent for a long time and the tattered flag as he wished.

"Bring him back with honor and cruelty, or die there foolishly and tragically."

Abaddon looked at this "cousin" and said without respect, and the latter also carefully observed the powerful aura of the Four Gods' Chosen on the Black Warmaster, which was exactly the same as his father's in his lifetime, and nodded silently and left.

Yang... After writing the last sentence of this chapter, I curled my fingers subconsciously. Joint pain and skin pain plus obvious coughing during the day. Well, probably no need for antigen confirmation.