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Chapter 381 Abaddon, Victorious in All Battles! Part 1
Warmaster of Chaos, tyrant of the Imperium's dark side, successor of Horus.

He has many names.

People fear him, are terrified of him, and regard him as the biggest shadow of the 40th millennium of human civilization.

Warmaster, Ezekiel Abaddon!
Today, the Great Plunderer Abaddon!
People trembled and succumbed to his power, especially after he burned Cadia...

The victory of the 13th Black Crusade made Abaddon realize how his great journey should unfold.

He walks the dark side of the empire in the name of the gods and is invincible.

But at this moment, he hit a stumbling block for the first time.

Abaddon asked in surprise. "What did you say? Those filthy and foolish orcs on the ground not only didn't flee from my brave and powerful Black Legion, but they even dared to fight back against us?"

"Where did this greenskin warlord come from? He's so arrogant."

"Could it be that he hasn't heard of the name of our Empire's Dark Warmaster, Abaddon the Great Devourer?"

A raspy, quick voice replied, "Oh, my lord, my great warmaster."

"Those reckless ones not only dared to fight back, they even shouted the names of Om Messiah and the Emperor..."

Abaddon watched the black-robed wizard report those things to him, he laughed, and then answered.

"They are just a bunch of lunatics, those reckless, stupid, ridiculous greenskins."

"They've been driven crazy by the world's circumstances!"

"Apparently they were short on ships after invading those stupid Imperials there, and ended up here."

"Learning Imperial culture has led to their madness and distortion, ha..."

"How ridiculous."

"Do they still wear military uniforms and leather boots, shout slogans, do morning exercises, and live like imperial soldiers?"

The wizard said awkwardly, "Ah, sir, you really are as good as a god!"

"Those greenskins sure do."

"But the problem is..."

Abaddon interrupted the wizard before he could finish. "They are nothing more than bandits."

"Send two more companies down to form a pincer attack and cut the throats of those greenskins!"

The wizard thought dully about the current situation. He wanted to tell the lord that his army was almost completely devoured by the orcs.

Those guys have serious Titan-class weapons!

Even if you throw three more companies there, you still won't be able to defeat the enemy!
Abaddon was pleased with the wizard's hesitation at this moment.

Abaddon said. "How is it? Is my command as perfect as it was when my father was alive..."

The wizard could only nod and quickly leave to announce the matter to the other War Lords or Chosen Champions of the other Black Legion.

That means Lord Abaddon plans to add some more stuffing into the meat grinder. Who of you plans to go down?
Of course, just relaying the message nearly cost the wizard his life, as a chainsword, two chainsaw axes, and several explosive bombs began to fly at him two seconds after he finished speaking.

The anger of the Black Legion soldiers can be seen.

Fortunately, rationality still exists in the hearts of those veterans, said a battle-hardened former Sons of Horus warrior before the wizard's psychic shield was almost broken.

"enough!"

"The Warmaster is actually dissatisfied with our performance."

"This is not an order, this is clearly a punishment."

"When he was the head of the Council of Four Kings of the Sons of Horus, he was also this angry."

"We can understand this order as asking the two companies to achieve sufficient results."

"Yes, merit."

"We want to please him."

As he spoke, the veteran recalled a moment of glory. They had once witnessed their father slay his creator before the Terran Palace. What a magnificent sight it had been, the Lord of Mankind kneeling before Horus, only...

He didn't succeed.

"Ah, father..." he said nostalgically.

After that, he spoke.

"Get ready for the airdrop..."

"I see there are Martian foundries in the western part of this world. Since the residential areas are occupied by greenskins, the ones we have to deal with there are probably the Mechanicus."

"But we don't need a head-on confrontation. We should opt for rapid airdrops, deep strikes, and use the mobility and combat power of the Space Marines to quickly capture the area."

"Yes, the spearhead tactics, it really makes me miss it..."

"It's just disgusting nostalgia!"

"I hate that name, Luna Wolf, but we need to become wolves again!"

"For Horus!"

With that, dozens of heavy airdrop pods fell from the Spirit of Vengeance.

At the same time, Abaddon was still on the bridge, hoping that the battle situation would stabilize.

He was thinking about his victory with great complacency. When he built the Vigilance Star into a real fortress, how would Guilliman deal with it?
He could even imagine himself trampling the Primarch under his feet, doing what those two idiots, Mortarion and Magnus, could not do.

He was very proud of this, even complacent, until the news came that the ground troops were completely wiped out, and then Abaddon realized it belatedly and cursed.

"Where's my pincer attack? Where are my two companies?"

"Father, how dare you insult my command?"

"The ground troops received no support and were killed terribly by the greenskins. Is this how you fulfill your duty? Your responsibility?"

"Go call the remaining captains. I want to tell them that they are derelict in their duty..."

About three minutes later, the overlords belonging to the Black Legion were called over by Abaddon.

At this moment, many elite warriors of the Black Legion were crawling on the ground, apologizing to their master.

But Abaddon was still very angry about this. He couldn't understand why those veterans would rather open up new war zones than listen to him!

Until the signal came from below.

The wizard said tremblingly, "My lord..."

"Companies 6 and 7 successfully captured the objective."

"Now, 30 heavy factories and 2000 priests are willing to work for us. They have used force to prove that the Mechanicus must submit to us..."

"We received 300 tons of usable ceramite and countless amounts of food, and..."

"My Lord, there is an Imperial Titan there, ready to go at any time, but now it has fallen into our hands."

At this, the other warriors cheered. "My lord, our master, this is the miracle you wanted to tell us about!"

"Lord Abaddon, you are truly invincible and your predictions are as accurate as a god!"

"Be worthy of the name of the Son of Horus!"

"First, deploy troops to disperse the local variables, those greenskins, and then divide the troops to capture the Forge Continent and obtain the precious Titans and war engines for us!"

Abaddon smiled. "Of course, of course. It's just a trick."

"Now station most of the troops on the Forge Continent. I will transform it into a furnace for forging demon engines and repay those greenskins with screams and flesh and blood!"

At this moment, the Black Legion soldiers shouted, "Honor always, victory in every battle!"

"Victory in every battle!"

(End of this chapter)