Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 274: First Meeting with Abaddon

The Vengeful Spirit is one of the oldest ships in human history that is still afloat.

Her history can span the history of the empire, and her experience is the experience of the empire.

The dark corridors contained the problems of most Chaos warships, an unusually large number of strange Warp creatures and giant Chaos Space Marines, as well as mortal cultists who lived in a daze.

Who knows...

Taylor was wearing a strange robe that felt damp, but actually, it felt quite comfortable.

It's like chilled silk against the skin, one of the few salvations in the hot cabin, but the problem is.

This thing is likely to have a spirit ring...

It was a small matter. Although the cold touch might have come from an improper source, Taylor was still more concerned about the situation here.

Now the huge Fabius and his clones were walking in front, the cultist girl was leaning next to Taylor, his boys had not come yet, and to the outside world he was currently a cultist serving the Lord of Pleasure with this lady.

Apparently this role-play had been unfaithful enough for the Inquisition to fuck him over a hundred times, and he was thinking two things right now.

First, how to get back alive, and second, how to get away with it.

Taylor's current situation is also thanks to Abaddon's obstruction. At first, Fabius just wanted to give some money and let him go, but it was obvious that Abaddon's goal was not this.

He took inventory of the personnel list and easily picked out Taylor's pseudonym from it, and asked him and Fabius to meet with him.

Being chosen by the Chaos Warmaster is not an uncommon occurrence...

Either it's bad luck or the emperor's blessing. Taylor was quite unsure about this.

When they entered Abaddon's chamber, it was a warm room made of dark marble, with a fire decorated with carved skulls that crackled like the flames of hell.

Warm, but not cozy, with strange spikes, a sign of Chaos taste, and Abaddon's large bald head that flickered with the light of a hearthfire.

The Chaos Warmaster and his Librarian rested here, looking quite confident of victory. Even when Fabius approached, Abaddon, who had won 13 Black Crusade victories, did not want to look up.

Arrogant, that was Taylor's first impression, but he immediately thought of what Ryan, the Lion King and the Lord of the Forest said.

He wants to give Abaddon some tutoring.

Thinking of this, Taylor couldn't help but want to laugh. If it weren't for his good self-control, he would probably have laughed out loud.

However, this big boiled egg didn't actually realize what was going on. He just stood up and held his claws of destruction in front of Fabius.

"Byer, Fabius..." He spoke as if he were talking to an old friend.

"I didn't know you and I were so eager to leave my kingdom. I guess you're hiding something from us, from... your masters."

Fabius responded without hesitation. "Master? That's your master, Abaddon. You're a good dog, whining and barking, wagging your tail."

"If I went to the Empire to plunder and tarnished your interests, you should have been straightforward, instead of acting like a bandit or a hooligan..."

Abaddon was not angry. He laughed and swung his braid, which was quite eye-catching.

"My old friend, you are mistaken."

"I want to get a piece of the pie. I know your intentions. As for those supreme wills?"

"I think we should stand together on this."

Fabius asked. "You can start your own business if you want, but don't drag me into it."

Abaddon said seriously. "You have changed, Fabius."

"If it was before, you would definitely agree. What changed you?"

"Where has the last noble of Europe gone, the seemingly gentle but actually barbaric, crazy and arrogant Terra?" His huge claws pressed against Fabius' neck, as if he would tear him in half in the next moment.

But Fabius is a strong mother... and a strong father, he dragged his old body and said to Abaddon.

"Our fleets are now no more than 300 kilometers apart. The plasma engines only need a moment to warm up before we can collide."

"Even a ship as magnificent as the Vengeful Spirit would fall apart under the gravitational pull of several massive metal behemoths."

"If you don't want your victory to become a joke, if you don't want to bring shame to your dead father any longer..."

"Then let me go, Abaddon."

Abaddon replied with a hint of grievance, "You won't even call me Warmaster..."

Fabius replied. "I only call him Warmaster if he defeats Cadia head-on."

"In this life, I only respect two people: Warmaster Horus and my father, the Primarch."

He shook off his claws, looking as if the negotiation had failed.

Abaddon wanted to use the Immaculate Sons to supplement his legions, but Fabius refused the request, using his own life as a bargaining chip.

Taylor never thought he would see such great humanity in Chaos...

He hurried to leave, but Abaddon said.

"You, mortal, you stay."

"I know who you are, and I know why you are here. Now we have to talk about another matter."

"That's about what happened on Cadia, and also about the dark side of the Empire."

Tyler, feeling uneasy, looked at Fabius. The old man said, "You can't keep anyone, Abaddon."

Abaddon replied at this moment. "No, no, old friend, you misunderstood. I don't want anything to happen to him."

"I asked him to tell me about the information about Lion El'Jonson."

"I know who he is, even if he pretends to be very good and seems to be flawless."

"My friend, I don't know if you've been deceived by him, but I can swear that this guy is definitely not the one written on your list."

Taylor felt like something was stuck in his throat, and his fingers gripped the chainsaw sword at his waist.

At the same time, many of Fabius's prosthetic bodies had begun to move, and the atmosphere was tense.

Taylor thought that Fabius had no obligation to help him in this way... He felt that this great and evil madman wanted to ask him for something.

But now the few people here, Fabius and his clone, the witch and myself, can definitely fight our way out...

At least the probability is not 0.

Taylor was ready to fight to the death, but Abaddon said.

"I know you. You're a wizard from the Hundred Eyes Warband. You've fought a war with the Kamasu. I've investigated your movements. You actually boarded Fabius's ship while under siege by the Primarch!"

"You even seem to be pretending to be Tyler, the hero of Cardia. This is a masterpiece!"

He smiled happily, and Fabius and the female cultists put away their weapons.

Taylor asked Fabius in a low voice at this moment.

"Is the Warmaster... not using his brain well?"

(End of this chapter)