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Chapter 394: The Warmaster said he could fight four at once
The continent where the Black Legion is located is relatively close to the planet's South Pole. There are a large number of glaciers here that have not been polluted by industry. It was once one of the few sources of water on the Alert Star.

Large transport ships often come here to dig out clean glaciers to use as ingredients for tea used by the nobles.

Glaciers are also natural coolants for the Mechanicum, and abundant clean water is essential for industrial production.

Now the sharp wind blew across Taylor's cheeks. On the transport plane, Taylor looked at the gray-brown world under his feet, as if he had returned to his hometown.

"It's really cold. Although not as cold as Fenris, it's still scary enough."

"I feel like any liquid exposed here would freeze quickly, but at this point, it seems highly unlikely we'll be able to get any water molecules."

"This place is scarier than the desert."

Taylor looked at the strategic map in his hand and said, "We need some soldiers to control the glaciers. First, this will cut off the water source, second, it will shut down Abaddon's factories, and third, it will alleviate the soldiers' drinking water problem."

"It's only right to let the Ultramarines be in charge of this. Those warriors who have survived countless battles and many Primaris who are full of physical strength are obviously suitable."

"The next question is how to gain a frontal advantage. I want to wait until the Eldar cripple Abaddon's fortress."

"But it seems that Abaddon has already deployed defenses around the continent."

Taylor bit his pen and had a bored conference with Calga via radio. Although the signal was not very good, it was better than nothing.

On the tactical tablet, Calgar's face was slightly annoyed. "Who's the coward who has so much manpower but chooses to defend?"

"I think Abaddon is planning something, to be exact."

"What is he forging?"

Taylor complained. "The Sage is going crazy. He hasn't said anything. We should have tried to get the information out sooner."

"Let's make it clear first, there may be anything we can imagine on the Forge Continent."

"Honestly, I probably wouldn't be surprised even if I saw a big demon made of machinery."

Taylor jokes about this, but it's also true.

The smell of sulfur and forges was almost suffocating.

Death and adamantium gathered that aura, and at the same time, the Imperial Air Force, affiliated with the Imperial Navy, began bombing.

Several air squadrons now have to open enough gaps for the Imperial Guard, which should be a pretty crazy move.

No doubt several of the brave fighters would have been lost, for the heavy anti-aircraft fire existed on the shore.

Those were things forged by the Black Legion, although they were artillery batteries put together overtime, plus a large number of anti-aircraft vehicles to form the defense.

But the massive deployment of troops makes it deadly enough.

Maybe a few heavy bombs could tear open a gap, but dropping the bombs would be quite difficult.

Until the anti-aircraft fire suddenly stopped.

Since this was not the Emperor himself appearing, it was obviously their alien allies who took action.

A sudden gap, a place without flames, where the attack stopped, a fatal flaw.

The bombers dived, took their chance, and thunder fell, just as it had been expected.

A huge mushroom cloud rose, and the coastal defense artillery fire was temporarily stopped. The Space Marines and Imperial Guards were immediately ready and began to deploy quickly using transport planes and battleships.

It was like the Normandy landings, but this time the raid had no impenetrable bunkers or fortresses, as the Eldar had already dealt with the enemy first.

The invasion was easier than Taylor had expected, and the Eldar proved their worth for the first time, penetrating the Black Legion's defenses as quickly as if they hadn't existed.

The first reason was that Abaddon didn't prioritize the coastal areas. Even if the coast was lost, there was still enough strategic depth for the Black Legion to respond. Furthermore, the core Chaos Space Marines couldn't be wasted on abandoned pawns; all the defenses here were solely focused on inflicting as much damage as possible on the invaders.

It was obvious that Abaddon had a plan in mind and had no respect for mortals.

The fragile morale and quality of the soldiers here did indeed make Abaddon's calculations fall through.

When the Skadi first set foot on this continent of ash and dust, near the place covered by the smoke from the foundries.

Taylor had seen what they needed.

That is the railway and the camp. The coastline has been opened up and a steady stream of supplies are being transported in.

The Greenskins are the best field engineers, their simple and surprisingly durable equipment can successfully support a war, and the materials are just scrap metal and garbage.

Taylor chose a plain as his headquarters without hesitation, which was very close to the casting nest on the continent.

This was a provocation to Abaddon, but the greenskins immediately produced a sufficiently powerful waaagh force field generator and a large number of junk cannons to interfere with the enemy.

There is no doubt that Abaddon can only watch helplessly at this now.

The situation on the Vengeful Spirit is indeed in chaos now. Abaddon, as the Lord of Chaos, is presiding over a war meeting.

Here gathered all the Chaos Lords, Space Marines, Sorcerers or desperate rebels who betrayed the Empire that he could recruit.

At first, they told Abaddon the current progress of the war in an orderly manner.

At the beginning, Abaddon's smile was still very obvious. After all, he had the entire continent as a source of power, while the Empire only had a few legions.

They had no heavy weapons, only a few ridiculous void fighters. Those planes wasted a lot of fuel just to fly over, and the number of bombs they could drop was even smaller.

Abaddon did not believe they could break through his tight net.

But reality slapped him hard in the face. They quickly lost most of the areas as if they were free. His soldiers threw away all the precious strategic depth.

Soon, new reports arrived from Abaddon's company captains.

There's a part about the Imperial Guard being infested with greenskins, and the fortress starting to come under attack from a strange xenos race.

Part of it is about the glacial water source being cut off by the Ultramarines.

None of this was good news, making Abaddon's already pale head look even weaker and whiter.

And the war council he was so proud of now only insulted each other.

He said angrily. "If you feel comfortable continuing to discuss whether my soldiers are useless, then let's end it here."

"I need a win, not a bunch of complaints!"

His words were so powerful that they made the entire conference hall pause.

He continued. "According to reports, we're facing four forces: the Greenskins, the Imperial Guard, and a race known for their concealment, the Ultramarines."

"The Imperial Guard and the Ultramarines are certainly in league, and there's no way the Greenskins and another race would obey the Emperor."

"As long as we create conflict, we can win."

A wizard asked fearfully. "My Lord? What do you mean?"

Abaddon said. "I have seen a common mortal on Cadia take down four great daemons with this technique."

"Honestly, I think I can do it too!"

(End of this chapter)