Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 275: The War Marshal's Great Foolishness and Wisdom

After the cultist girl and Fabius were placed in the lounge, Taylor was invited to dinner by the great Chaos Warmaster Abaddon.

This is not something that mortals should enjoy. Not to mention who Abaddon is, the powerful and invincible warmaster who defeated the Empire.

Just take the wide variety of food here today, which comes from all over the dark side of the empire, as an example. It has reached an exaggerated level.

Perhaps, every dish on this long table is Abaddon showing how many stars he rules. Even if the transportation and processing require an exaggerated amount of manpower and material resources, it does not matter to the Warmaster.

The current Warmaster smiled and said, "Wizard, have you ever seen Lion in person?"

Taylor answered a little uncomfortably. This was probably the first time in his life that he was called a wizard.

"Well, my lord, I think we shouldn't talk about the Primarchs recklessly, especially Lion."

Taylor feigned an air of fear, something he had mastered during his long military service.

He smiled at the desperate and flattered the arrogant. He was an absolute liar and a guy who was good at adapting to circumstances.

Apparently his skills had fooled the Chaos Warmaster, and Abaddon consoled him like a good brother.

"Isn't he the Primarch? If he saw me, Abaddon, he would obviously burst into tears..."

"This is no longer the old days. The Emperor is dead, the Astronomican is extinguished. Even if Lion stood before me, I could easily defeat him!"

How to say it, it sounds more like self-affirmation and self-boasting than comfort. Obviously, the existence of Llane or Guilliman is of little use to this Warmaster who is a bit unworthy of his title.

The pressure it brings is a bit too much.

He had witnessed the wars of the gods, seen the battles between Horus and Sanguinius, perhaps because of this he understood better the gap between the Primarchs and the Space Marines?
Abaddon, noticing the atmosphere was becoming strange, said, "Try this. It's a local food we plundered from the world of Catachan."

Taylor looked at the strange lizard on the table and fell into thought.

"My Lord, are you invading Catachan?"

Abaddon replied confidently, "The advance troops have already taken control of that world. I believe they are celebrating their victory now!"

Taylor tore open a lizard leg and tasted it. It tasted good, but he had doubts about the victory that Abaddon mentioned.

Why would anyone want to invade Catachan? The only reason Catachan didn't invade you is because those vines can't fly!
Taylor gloated over this somewhat, savoring the blood-stained tribute to the Warmaster.

Now Abaddon asked. "What do you think of the Primarch's expansion?"

"As a wizard, you have witnessed many things, the Battle of Kamas, the resurrection and return of the Primarch, and I wish to know firsthand."

He took this matter very seriously, and rightfully so. After all, for Abaddon, the one who could shake his rule was undoubtedly Llane.

Guilliman has the dark side of the Empire as protection, but Lion is different, he has returned to the dark side...

This was Abaddon's concern, and Taylor saw it.

He said, "The Primarch doesn't intend to attack anytime soon. I think he's gathering his forces, his pride."

"My lord, I do not recommend that you make an enemy of him, even if you are quite powerful."

Abaddon replied in disbelief. "He's just a remnant of a bygone era. What's there to be afraid of?"

He looked confident, but his hesitation actually exposed his insecurity.

At this moment Abaddon said, "Tell me more..."

Taylor, using the donkey to go downhill, began to tell a half-truth, half-false story. The true part was the Primarch's short-term plan, and the false part was the Primarch's future intentions. For example, Taylor thought that Lion would find a time to attack the Nachmond Corridor to gain the initiative, but this was cleverly covered up by Taylor.

As a Warmaster, Abaddon not only failed to hear anything wrong, but it might be that he simply didn't understand Llane.

He now nodded repeatedly at Taylor's nonsense and said.

"You are quite a wizard. Are you interested in serving on the Spirit of Vengeance? I will give you the opportunity to please the gods."

He looked at Taylor expectantly, but Taylor just replied immediately, "No, sir..."

"I want to go to the Holy Land of the Empire to visit my relatives. My relatives are still in the Empire World. They are one of the few people in this world who can understand me."

"Of course, they are also followers of the Chaos Gods, so I hope to bring them to join the Spirit of Vengeance!"

Abaddon fell silent. He stood up and moved his massive body closer to Taylor.

Taylor thought that this unpredictable overlord was angry, and he was ready to dodge, but at this moment he raised his hand and patted Taylor on the shoulder.

"Very good, you are indeed an excellent follower of the Chaos Gods. However, I cannot help you much now. I can only wish you well as you move forward under the gaze of the Four Gods."

Taylor's heart sank...

This is simply the most vicious curse in the entire universe.

He replied with a forced smile, "Thank you, sir."

But Abaddon seemed to be moved. He smiled and said, "Here, take this."

He stamped his seal on a piece of vellum, then wrote a letter of guarantee to Taylor in the capacity of the Lord of Chaos, and specified.

He is Abaddon's man!

Taylor looked at the dark brown paper with mixed feelings. Was this considered a vote of chaos?
What if the court saw this?
But Abaddon understood that complicated expression as embarrassment, and the giant said cheerfully.

"As long as this galaxy exists, all Chaos warbands must respect Abaddon."

"Hold it tight, it might save your life!"

He stuffed the thing into Taylor's hand without caring about what Taylor thought.

Very domineering, like a big brother. If you ignore his tragic record, Abaddon is actually a pretty good boss.

But Taylor works for the Inquisition, to be frank, and is directly under Guilliman's staff. When did he ever work for you, Abaddon?
Especially a year ago, Taylor killed countless Black Legion soldiers on Cadia...

And after the Calamity of Cadia, he was chased all the way to Macragge by the Black Legion. This is also an old account!

Now he wants to drink and chat with his biggest enemy, and you want to join him?
Isn't this nonsense? Although Taylor wasn't a good man, he was still loyal. After all, the Emperor had appeared so many times, he was considered half a living saint!

After he and Abaddon had a long and arduous conversation, he prepared to leave.

After a quick farewell, and under Abaddon's admiring gaze.

He walked out of the restaurant with the brown paper in his hand. After this indescribable dinner, he returned to Fabius's ship and made one thing clear.

The Warmaster's brain is indeed not very good...

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)