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Chapter 382 Abaddon, Victorious in All Battles! Part 2
A huge golden war engine was parked on the battlefield. In the endless brown horizon, the war behemoth roared with artillery fire, flattening the enemy with the fury and the wrath of the Emperor.

"The Emperor is above." Taylor now looked at the mess of Black Legion corpses and craters on the ground.

Those elites from Chaos are mostly owners of Terminator armor, and some may even be veterans who have served since the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago.

Now their corpses have become materials for the greenskins. They are busy peeling off the high-quality ceramic steel from the corpses. As for what that thing will become, that is another matter.

Maybe it will turn into a shell on the green boss's body, or maybe it will be a new gun, who knows...

It can only be said that after the fall of those greatest Space Marines, they deserved to fall to this point.

This time, even Calgar didn't have to take action, the greenskins attacked eagerly.

They all wanted to be the first Greenskin General, and after Taylor promised them those positions, every Greenskin wanted to be the General.

Become a person who is second to none and above everyone else in this place!

A greenskin who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good boy!
Driven by those honors and growth, the greenskins soon became real killing machines.

Fighting and anger soon filled their little brains, which was also because they were too depressed by the regular life and rules.

Although every heavy training session makes them as exhausted as possible, the greenskins still have their own ideas.

For example, they would engage in brawls in their spare time, although killing other greenskins was strictly forbidden under Taylor.

And now they don't need to use such means to prove their strength, and some greenskins who aspire to become technical masters and mad doctors will also try their best to hone their skills.

For example, they could find local wild beasts, open their skulls, and then put them back together. Regardless of how good this training is, if they succeed one day, then a true greenskin legendary mad doctor will surely be born.

In general, the violence of the greenskins is fully stimulated under this rule.

Although such factors made the war go smoothly, Taylor still felt something was wrong.

After all, according to his understanding of Abaddon, the warmaster always spared no expense in such a core battle situation.

For example, in the Battle of Cadia, those troops fell like raindrops.

First the Daemons, then the Chaos Space Marines, then the Fangs of several Traitor Chapters, and finally the Great Daemons.

Although Abaddon was not a great strategic figure, he was quite talented in decisiveness and wastefulness.

There is nothing wrong with the overall strategy, but there are always minor problems in the execution.

But overall, Abaddon can still be regarded as a monarch with great talent and strategy, but he is too self-willed.

Therefore, Taylor realized that it was obviously wrong for him not to go all in here.

Internal conflict? Or?
Thinking of this, Taylor realized that there might be some changes taking place on the Spirit of Vengeance, but it probably would not shake Abaddon's overwhelming position.

Regardless, he completed the Black Crusade and held a position in Chaos no less powerful than that of the Primarch.

Obviously, there was something fishy about his suspension of attack.

Secondly, Taylor also had many complaints about this ancient giant machine...

His eyelids twitched when he saw the golden machine and the huge Imperial Sky Eagle. First of all, the Imperial Sky Eagle and the skull were not used in the same way, and secondly, the Emperor's name was not "The Emperor Himself".

Finally, the golden paint highlights a thought: although there is no way that a Titan-level monster engine can have any hidden features, isn't your reflective design a bit too abstract?

Taylor briefly considered how to make the orcs less abstract. He even considered holding a disguise competition to let the best-hidden greenskins suppress this terrible atmosphere within the camp. But before he could put his idea into practice, he was interrupted by the sound of the war engine that Calgardo was riding.

It was a huge Marauder tank, racing across the long stretch of brown soil, now appearing on the side of the horizon.

Calgar stood on top of the tank, witnessing the complete destruction of the Black Legion soldiers, the joy on his face was clearly beyond words.

This is the punishment a traitor deserves, without a doubt.

He quickly came up to Taylor and spoke under the hostile gaze of the greenskin.

"I underestimated you. This is not a mob, but a legion of warriors with sufficient combat effectiveness."

"They have their own unique tactics, and they were able to route the Black Legion without even getting our support."

Taylor said sheepishly. "I can't accept such praise. Ultimately, it's just that creatures like the Greenskin lack integration."

"They need a leader, and even that leader isn't necessary."

“As long as someone tells them what to do and they believe it, they are as terribly malleable as clay.”

"Then, it was baked into shape using the flames of war..."

Karga said. "You are talking about an ancient art, pottery."

"We phased out those things 10,000 years ago. Now we only have things made of metal, and all ceramics are just old toys."

"If it weren't for the power of stagnation, most of the antiques in the homes of the nobles would have turned to dust."

"So I don't need you to cast any ceramics, just make me some steel!"

“The war is not over.”

Calgar said uneasily. "I've complained a lot to you, but I must also tell you that the Black Legion has already seized this world and taken possession of most of the Mechanicus's territory."

"That is, the half of the continent that has not been attacked by orcs."

Taylor said in disbelief. "No, bad news comes one after another."

"This is completely different from the Abaddon I know. When did he ever develop such tactical thinking? He knew how to make a feint to the east and attack in the west, how to use sacrifice to gain strategic benefits. He kept us in the dark, yet took away the richest region in the world?"

"By the Emperor, could it be that Tzeentch has enlightened that boy Abaddon?"

Calgar said, bewildered. "Why do you look at Abaddon like that? He's the Warmaster of Chaos, the Chaos Lord who inflicted thirteen horrific attacks on the Imperium, the heir of the traitor Horus."

"Don't be careless. We need to use 100% of our energy to drive him out of this world!"

Taylor said, "Boss, you still haven't seen that guy..."

"From what I remember, that guy doesn't have the demeanor of a big brother at all, and his tactics are a mess. All he does every day is reminisce about his past glories and brag about how he destroyed Cadia."

"Now I have to tell you."

"Don't overestimate Abaddon..."

(End of this chapter)