Chapter 112 112, Abaddon and the Primarch

After Duker had a brief exchange with the Raven King in the Sea of ​​Souls, the Raven Lord left him a raven feather even though he left in a hurry.

This black feather is a tiny essence of the Raven Lord. Although it cannot bring any enhancement to the Primarch, it is enough to serve as a medium for the two to communicate.

Duker's mind's eye can see through the layers of fog on the Sea of ​​Souls and has an almost infinitely far-reaching visual range.

He can clearly see the direction where Lorgar left, but that's all. He can't shine his sight directly into Abaddon's legion under the protection of countless demons.

But now, the Raven Lord acts as his eyes, and through this raven feather, he conveys to him the detailed situation inside the Chaos Demon Alliance.

Duker never thought that after he defeated the trap of the Dark Gods, the people who should be most grateful to him were not the people of the Empire, but the victorious warmaster-Abaddon.

In the images sent by the Lord of the Dark Raven, in the mysterious and unpredictable chaos fog, some terrible howls echoed in the raging storm, gradually possessing crazy entities.

This is the subspace, where all laws are lies.

In this dark world that is cursed forever, an unprecedented terrible force is gathering.

In the territories of some demon worlds, in the vast foundry workshops, countless Mechanicus priests who have fallen into darkness drag their rusty steel prostheses and shuttle back and forth in the complex pipes of the huge workshops.

They maintain the daily operation of these horror factories and transport terrible war machines for the eternal war. In the core area of ​​the factory, there are lava and steel everywhere.

The hideous and muscular demon blacksmiths are here. They hammer the steel in their hands day after day, creating one machine after another that exists only for war.

These machines will only pursue the maximum lethality on the battlefield, equipped with extremely sharp single-molecule battle blades, chainsaws that can easily cut the enemy, and tentacles connected to spears.

These things will become the nightmare of countless creatures in the physical universe.

The dark wizard with a rotting body chanted blasphemous spells and carved out evil prayers that spread pollution. Some captured humans were sent to the altar as sacrifices for the ceremony.

Some inferior demons were attracted by the painful screams of humans and emerged from the hidden sea of ​​souls, but what awaited them was not the expected feast, but being stuffed into hideous war machines and becoming different kinds of demon engines.

The dark wizard bound the souls of these demons with runes and tortured them with the help of fallen warriors until the demons were forced to sign an ancient contract that ensured that they would become slaves of the machine forever.

The demons who originally planned to enjoy the souls of the sacrifices were forced to bear a contract that could never be repaid, and were stuffed into the demon machine to fulfill the impossible treaty with killing.

Being deceived, constrained, and enslaved, the resentment and anger of these demons ensured that they would become qualified war weapons.

Whenever these war weapons appear in the real universe, it often represents the beginning of a terrible massacre.

There are countless such workshops, working day and night just to create equipment that can support the Dark Expedition.

After Duker defeated the gods' tricks, the gods' legions gathered again, and the scale was unprecedented.

Chaos demons controlled the lesser demons, restraining the desire to attack like a real army, which was something that had never happened before.

When all this was in full swing, Abaddon looked at the largest and most powerful legion that had never been seen in the galaxy, and his heart was filled with almost infinite pride.

The vast sea of ​​stars and the endless world, nothing can stop this legion.

When this demon legion is assembled, it will carry out an unprecedented cleansing of the entire real universe when it comes out in full force.

This victorious warmaster should indeed be grateful to the Primarch.

If it weren't for the return of the Primarchs and their successive thwarting of the gods' plans, I'm afraid he would not have the opportunity to command such a large legion until the day he died.

Countless terrible demons were roaring, and no one would be restrained willingly, but no one in the chaos would take care of the demons' emotions.

The great demons would directly attack those restless demons to ensure the stability of the entire demon army and make the demons follow the will of war.

The only relatively harmonious area was the area where the Nurgle demons were located. They sang songs praising the kind father together, although the sound was very unpleasant.

One after another, the ancient ships were found by the demons from hidden corners. The hulls of each ship were covered with hideous horns and dense skulls, and were engraved with blasphemous runes.

What surprised Abaddon the most was that his legion actually welcomed a distinguished guest, Lorgar the Great Bearer of Words. The addition of a demon primarch immediately attracted his attention-although the other party did not look very good, bleeding and covered with wounds.

But he still received the other party warmly.

But what surprised him even more was that only a moment later, this dark world welcomed another uninvited guest.

Shrouded in the shadow of a vast warp, countless ravens fluttered and hit the demon shield of this world. It only took Abaddon a moment to recognize the other party's identity - the Lord of the Ravens, Clarks.

The arrival of the Primarchs one after another aroused an inexplicable emotion in Abaddon's heart.

Under the protection of the demon shield, he was in high spirits, "Krax, the great Lord of the Dark Raven, why do you have to flap your wings so hard? No matter how you revive your wings, you still can't fly to the height you once did!"

"The era of the Primarch is over, you are just a sad person forgotten by the times!"

Hearing his sarcastic voice, Clarks emerged from the shadows, most of his body was shrouded in shadows, his hair was like ink, his skin was like snow, his body was emaciated, and his tall and thin body overlooked the gods in front of him.

"Never like this!"

The voice of the Lord of the Dark Raven was cold and low, and he was frugal with words, and then he returned to the shadows.

The image that Duker received through the Dark Raven Feather ended here.

"Brother, the power of chaos is gathering, and you must be careful in everything you do."

Finally, Clarks' reminder came.

"Oh, the era of the Primarch is over?"

Dukel recalled the victorious warmaster's ponytail, which looked quite arrogant indeed.

"Okay," he muttered to himself.

He remembered the reminder of the Raven Lord.

At the same time, Dukel was also a little worried about Clarks' safety.

After all, his poor brother was alone in the warp, alone and weak, and there was no guarantee that he would not encounter those terrible demons.

The era of the Primarch is over. This is too worrying.

In the following days, the expedition fleet's speed suddenly increased.

Guilliman's army was a little too large. Although Duker had sent hundreds of thousands of members of the HeartNet to build a huge mind matrix to ensure that they could sail smoothly in the warp, it was still difficult to move fast.

It was easy before. Duker was immersed in the laboratory and didn't care much about the speed of travel, as long as he could reach Baal on time. But now, the Lord of the Expeditionary Corps was restless, and their speed naturally continued to increase.

They left the fleet of the Regent Legion far behind and took the initiative to take on the responsibility of opening the way.

The expeditionary fleet kept shuttling between the nodes of the real world, cleaning one world after another occupied by heretics and aliens.

As the tentacles of the Zerg approached, the closer they were to the Baal galaxy, the more chaotic the human world here became. Genestealers started a rebellion, and cultists took the opportunity to spread blasphemous sounds.

These chaotic worlds along the way also need to be saved.

Aliens and heretics are equally annoying. Which one should be cleared first is a question that Duker has been thinking about recently.

This question troubled him until he reached the next world. It was then that he realized that heretics and aliens could be cleaned up at the same time.

When the expeditionary fleet arrived at a hive world called "Sika".

Dukel was not rescued by this world. He originally planned to go to this planet for supplies and recruit a group of fleet workers from the hive.

But what he didn't expect was that when the ram of the Soul Fire just poked out of the barrier of the subspace,

the Soul Fire detected that a terrible war was going on here.

A Khorne fleet painted with blood red and brass was fighting fiercely with the Zerg's hive ships in the outer orbit of the Sika world.

When Dukel learned this, his face showed a strong surprise.