Chapter 546: The Spirit of Vengeance, the Battle of Vengeance

"What's that?"

Things happened so fast that no one had time to react, and no one realized the consequences of this counterattack.

The dazzling silver light was like a shadow. After passing through the steel of the battleship and the countless bodies inside, there was a faint thunder in the distant void.

Abaddon still sat on the throne, showing no reaction.

Kayon's secretive and worried eyes swept across him. He was probably still panting from the previous explosion.

The people who had the closest relationship with him were also the members of Azerkerion, the power organization that replaced the "Council of Four Kings" in the Black Legion. They could only watch the sword light passing through the fleet and disappearing. After the Starry Sky.

Of course, these people do not include Kayon.

This powerful wizard, who was dubbed the "Kingbreaker", was currently sorting out his spells in a panic.

The power of the original body based on the authority of order was too dazzling in his eyes. He had never seen such unscrupulous power. Even his own soul was shaken when he was swept by the sword light.

"Wake up, Ezekiel! My brother!"

Khayon's voice floated in the void, constantly trying to wake up Abaddon like catkins.

The wolf-like body of the accompanying guardian spirit Gaia was wandering near the fulcrum of his soul. Kayon knew that it was using its body and claws to deter any evil spirits who dared to overstep.

But that's all he can do.

The crown of the gods is so dazzling, and the authority it carries is so splendid, that his power cannot get close at all, and can only call to it from a distance like a ghost.

The effect of this call was not significant, and he could only wait for Abaddon to break free from that nightmare.

Yes, nightmare.

The Crown of the Four Gods is a curse to all. While it bestows great power on the chosen ones, it never conceals its naked malice.

Horus, the former Eye of the Empire and the genetic father of all Luna Wolves, fell into madness at the end of the Great Heresy because he could not withstand the pressure of the crown.

Not to mention Abaddon, who was born as a mere mortal and rebuilt the Black Legion on the remains of the defeated rebel legions.

But that is the choice of fate, and it is the will of the gods. Ezekiel had no choice, let alone refusal.

As long as he still wants to uphold Horus's wishes and take revenge on the Empire and the Emperor, he can only pick up the crown that was left behind by his father;

As long as he wants to regroup the former legions and make those Chaos Lords who only believe in power after throwing themselves into Chaos surrender, he cannot refuse the power from the gods.

So he recovered the sleeping Spirit of Vengeance, and also found and put on the lost crown again.

He even passed countless tests under the guidance of the gods, thus gaining the inhuman power in the crown;

After going through various magical experiences, he finally obtained the legendary regicide sword - Draconion.

With these powers, he fought a long campaign within the Eye of Terror that cannot be described in time, even as the Empire began to forget them after they were ruled by mortals.

He even donned the armor from Horus and resumed his role as Warmaster in defeating all duplicitous Chaos Lords.

Countless Astartes, scattered into Chaos warbands, were impressed by his inhuman force;

The once noble Primarchs also witnessed his position as the spokesperson of the gods in the mortal world after completing their ascension to the devil, and swore an oath of allegiance in front of him.

He witnessed all this indifferently, even though he knew the conspiracy in the hearts of those Chaos Lords;

He watched calmly as the noble demon princes bowed their heads, even though these beings were brothers who fought alongside his father when they were humans.

But that doesn't matter anymore, because he is Ezekiel, the strongest of all Astartes;

But it's too late. Who made them give up the road to championship in the first place and reach the end of their "road" with the permission of the gods?

No matter how powerful the demon prince is, he is still the incarnation and slave of the gods.

No matter how weak the four gods are, they are still the spokespersons appointed by the gods.

The former had already dedicated everything to the gods the moment he completed his ascension to the devil.

Everything in the world has nothing to do with them from now on.

The stage of destiny is also destined to need a new protagonist after their curtain call.

The latter is completely different. He is the embodiment of the will of the gods in the mortal world. He is also a fearless warrior. He accepts the bet given by the gods and embarks on the road to becoming a god.

Abaddon succeeded, but also failed.

His success lies in the fact that he successfully inherited all the property of his genetic father, Horus, and then established a huge army that could threaten the entire human empire;

His failure was that from the moment he put on that crown, he deeply understood all the pain that Horus experienced;

And for the next ten thousand years, he would always feel tortured by the price of this power.

"The road to becoming a god..."

In the darkness of countless eternal nights, Abaddon chewed on this tempting word over and over again.

He thought that he still had room to appease his subordinates, and slowly dismembered that decadent country in revenge against the empire.

But the endless whispers and constant erosion and corruption in his soul made him feel the danger from his soul, and even forced him to give up sleep...

He became more and more silent, and this was not only known by the "Ezekarians", but also by him.

It was increasingly difficult for him to calm his inner emotions, because sometimes he would doubt how many of these emotions belonged to himself in the endless illusions like the tide...

And this also relied on the "blessing" of the gods, so that he did not encounter truly dangerous enemies in the battle.

He only absorbed the outermost power of the crown, and "luckily" won the victory from several deadly enemies in the past.

He thought he still had time to find the secrets hidden by the gods in the universe.

But the news of Calvin's appearance was like a warning bell for him, which had already made him alert in a small voice.

But he still miscalculated, starting from the sudden arrival of the will of the gods to the Eye of Terror.

The dark expedition he had been planning for thousands of years was forcibly brought forward by the will of the Mighty Ones;

What frightened him even more was the awakening and burning of the crown in his soul after the will came.

Well, if he still had the right to feel fear now.

He was stronger, but also crazier.

The power of the gods was like a death warrant with a dead line. After the power was forcibly "given", it further burned his remaining sanity.

And now under this body sitting on the throne, even Khayon, who had the closest relationship with him, didn't know which will was leading.

"Wake up... Ezekel..." Khayon was still calling, and the shock from the rear of the fleet had already come.

He didn't even need to wait for the hateful intelligence report of the Spirit of Vengeance, he could see from his perception how many more souls of the Legion warriors were added under the destroyed star gate.

They would never come back. Unless the gods came, they would never find a way out in the subspace.

The fleet that the Legion had brought out with all its resources also lost at least half in this devastating blow.

And this is not the point. The point is Falkus Cayber, the warrior who has stood beside Abaddon since the Legion era.

His ghost is using his own death to warn everyone of the danger here;

And the man whose existence alone is enough to make Chaos wizards feel wary is also looking here with his inhuman eyes after penetrating layers of heavy decks.

Yes, inhuman! But it makes him feel contradictory.

Although Khayon had seen the primarchs of various legions with Magnus in the era of the Great Crusade, and even he himself came from the Thousand Sons Legion that was most targeted by the "Nikeia Accords".

But he had never seen a soul with this trait, because this soul had a clear part that did not belong to humans from the very beginning!

No, it should not even belong to life!

"How can there be such a life in the power of destruction?"

Khayon was amazed in his heart, but the spells in his hand had already begun to pile up.

Gaia's body loomed in reality, which was a sign that his soul was extending and accelerating synchronously.

He was preparing for the upcoming battle.

The fleet of the Black Legion undoubtedly had an overwhelming advantage in this starry sky, but this did not mean that they were sure to win.

If he were the owner of the Queen of Glory, who had never been seen before, he would definitely use a decapitation operation to buy enough time for the Imperial Fleet that was about to fail!

"He's coming..." A hoarse whisper sounded behind Khayon. It was Abaddon who was opening his eyes and becoming more powerful than ever in Khayon's psychic vision.

"He's coming." This was the psychic vision that Khayon saw in the surrounding space, the dense and abnormal static electricity and cooling.

The hateful intelligence of the Spirit of Vengeance could only belatedly start a piercing scream after the portal forged by storms and lightning appeared.

But everyone in this palace inherited from the Great Crusade era, where the blood of the Emperor and Sanguinius had been left, had already been shocked by the other party's trembling appearance!

"I'll be back soon."

This was the last sentence that Calvin said to Tiberus before leaving the Silver Dawn.

And both Tiberus and other Grey Knights knew that this was a last resort for the Primarch to make in the face of a huge disadvantage in military strength.

Boarding battles were not unfamiliar to the Grey Knights, and even with their unique psychic qualities, short-term warp shuttles were easy.

But no matter who it was, they could see from the Spirit of Vengeance and the terrifying fleet behind it:

The owner of this fleet was definitely the number one enemy the entire empire had encountered in the past thousands of years!

"Take us with you!" The sons of Calvin who stayed on the Silver Dawn prayed to their father.

But what responded to them was the calm command from the Legion's will:

"Hold the Silver Dawn and pick up the holy relics transferred from the ground."

"As you wish!" Many Grey Knights bowed their heads and responded, but the shame of not being able to accompany the Primarch was deeply engraved in their hearts.

Still too weak, still too few!

Tybos swore that if he could return to Terra alive, he would definitely propose to the Grand Master Council face to face to once again increase the frequency of recruitment for the Black Ship Alliance.

Even in some extreme cases, the more he refuses to recruit the legion, the more he will further decentralize it to various specific empire worlds!

The Emperor is above! What are they doing?

They want their Primarch to fight, but they have to stand behind him!

They want to watch the original body fight with the pitifully small Honor Guard in order to protect them!

This is a great shame for any Astartes who has the blood of the original body!

"Please take care!" Tabos looked at Calvin with red eyes.

On the land of Faer, the Gray Knights, who were already making rapid progress, were acting like crazy!

The roaring thunder is swaying in their hands like no money!

And the heavy halberd with the azure blade was waved endlessly by these giants in silver armor!

"Are they crazy?" said two messengers of despair in the shadows on the towering tower on the edge of the hive.

The black Gastalin terminators reflected a dim light on their bodies;

And under those ferocious spikes and long horns that are integrated with the body, there are doubtful eyes that cannot be blocked through the T-shaped eyepiece.

Looking at these unfamiliar Astartes, in just a dozen breaths, they rushed from the end of the field of vision to the corpse wave to their feet.

The two elite Chaos Astartes felt a huge threat, but had not yet waited for them to send a communication to the main force.

In a burst of dazzling silver lightning, those "strange compatriots" far away in the horizon appeared in front of them with a roar, waving lightning that could melt steel!

"For the Emperor!"

Violating the laws of physics, liquid-like thunder was thrown towards him.

"For the Titans!"

In the thunder that was enough to burn souls and melt through steel even after death, the gray knights' halberds did not forget to chop off the fallen bodies of the messengers of despair!

"I……?"

The two desperate messengers, who encountered the enemy, then engaged the enemy, and then were beheaded in front of them, did not feel the belated pain until their heads were cut off;

Not far from the hive, several fallen Astartes gathered together were alerted by the sound of war cries.

In the open space in front of and behind them, new storms and thunder were gathering again...

At the end of the starry sky in Zerita's hive, Calvin in orbit had a panoramic view of it all.

In his eyes, the Gray Knights were quickly shrinking towards the center of the hive city under the leadership of little Calvin.

The vital signs of the scattered clusters of fallen Astartes were suddenly dimmed in front of these ten-man squads;

Large war gangs, swayed by powerful traitors, were surrounded and strangled with the support of several squads assembled and the Thunder Eagles descending from the sky...

The Death Watch team had been there since half an hour ago and had not moved anywhere.

The two guards belonging only to Sutherland were marching in a straight line, rapidly shortening the distance between them.

But under a larger overall perspective, the dimensions of this world and the color of the soul are conveying an ominous meaning to Calvin in a subtle way...

"I can't delay it any longer. I'll come as soon as I go!"

Calvin said to everyone in the will of the legion, and beside him, the members of the Imperial Guard and the Honor Guard had assembled.

On the huge psychic transmission array, the power bound by steel and crystal is rapidly condensing;

And as the Argent Dawn's auspicious array issued a "locking completed" notification, the original body and his guards disappeared in a dazzling light in the next moment!

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