Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 396 The Real Abaddon
Huge mechanical creations rose from the mechanical city, and the pollution of chaos caused them to grow abnormal flesh and blood.

The machine soul of the Warlord-class Titan is now emitting a heartbreaking wail.

The ancient soul is now being forced to accept the pollution of Chaos. The 35-meter giant body is completely soaked in filthy engine oil, and the Chaos blacksmiths are allowed to chant the evil language from the warp.

The twisted metallic growths that grew upon the ancient machine grew more horrific as mortal servants poured rotting flesh into its storage chambers.

It was like a scene from a nightmare, with the stench of corruption, foul language, bullets left on the corpses, and the wailing souls within them.

Each one torments the Titan's loyal machine spirit, moving within its adamantine bones, its body, its turbulent flow of transistors and circuits.

Like a toxin, like a nightmare.

But the spirit remained unyielding, preventing Chaos Fang from using it.

Once a Chaos Warrior steps onto a Titan, he will at best go mad due to the powerful backlash from the system, or at worst die from a broken spine.

Even Abaddon would have found it difficult to muster enough Titan pilots to sacrifice their lives to tame the beast.

They were forced to choose the most troublesome and vicious means.

Now it has spent countless days and months in this torture, even so, the will of the mechanical soul exists.

It was far more reliable than those treacherous members of the Mechanicus, who chanted obscenities and used witty words and flattery to speak to the ancient machine.

When you must obey.

It refused.

This makes those traitors feel ashamed. Although those Mechanicus traitors claim to be fighting for the so-called truth, they are actually just trying to save their own lives.

Such mockery made the traitorous members of the Mechanicus torture it even more madly, doing their best to corrupt the huge metal.

But today, everything has changed.

Abaddon needed it to fight, so the Mechanicus began to replace its body. With each piece of metal that belonged to it leaving its body, the will of the machine spirit began to fade.

Traitors of the Mechanicum smeared corruption into his crystal plates and wires, causing abnormal emotions to begin to arise in the deepest parts of his soul.

It was anger, the simplest and most ridiculous emotion, making it like a drunk, unable to understand the situation.

Now the driver has successfully sat inside the Titan, and the huge machine slowly moves forward.

Although it was just a ridiculous method to paralyze the machine soul, it did work.

Abaddon's plan was now being realized. The huge Titan strode forward with each stride having a huge radius of more than 20 meters.

Every time he stepped on the ground, it would cause a roar, and every time he moved forward, it was like a giant god appearing above the earth.

By this point, Abaddon felt certain of victory, and even left the Vengeful Spirit for the first time, just to witness his victory.

Sweet victory!
Now Abaddon was almost insane, watching the battlefield from the high platform that belonged to him.

He said hurriedly.

"Look, it's truly a beautiful sight. Although it can't compare to the great wars that raged on Terra, where hundreds of Titans lay dormant, its beauty is still indescribable."

"I came down here just to see this kind of scenery."

Abaddon waved his hand. "It's not enough to watch here! I want to go to the front lines!"

His captains said hurriedly. "Sir!"

"You can't make any mistakes! You are the backbone of the Black Legion!"

Abaddon smiled. "What could go wrong?"

"I have seen the Emperor die, and I have fought in the cruelest wars."

"Is this worse than the bloodbath in front of the Terran Palace? Is this more insane than the Great Crusade's Strange Road?"

Abaddon strode down the platform quickly. When he left the battlements and lost the heavy protection, Abaddon realized that his idea was completely wrong... As soon as he left the protection of the walls and void shields, he saw the red artillery fire that covered the sky and the sun falling from the horizon.

A total of 128 heavy artillery pieces and 60 self-propelled guns covered the Titan with an unexpected firing density.

Almost in an instant, all six void shield groups were paralyzed, and fierce artillery fire sprinkled on the Titan's metal body, making it look like it was pulled into a furnace and rebuilt.

The Titan was clearly in danger, and Abaddon hurriedly ordered the soldiers to begin protecting the Titan, asking them to move forward, prepare artillery fire to hinder the Imperial Guard's attack, and be ready to exchange their lives for victory.

But all Abaddon saw was his flank being breached by the Ultramarines and his own artillery being killed.

For the first time, he got a clear look at the infiltrators who had killed his own soldiers.

Eldar!

At the same time, the high temperature and explosions on the battlefield are melting and removing the filth that binds the machine soul.

After the Titan's circuit boards were blown open, the giant Titan suddenly began to twitch and then fell to the ground abnormally.

Now both the Black Mechanicus and the Black Legion were in chaos, and Abaddon did not understand.

Why do greenskins and humans stand together.

Why are the Eldar backstabbing their own soldiers.

Why don't they fight?

Then an angry answer came to his mind.

That is the collusion between the Imperial Army and the aliens.

Even Abaddon couldn't accept this.

As a Space Marine who had experienced the Great Crusade, he could not understand why humans would mix with aliens.

Obviously, this is an almost comical betrayal.

He really wanted to ask the warrior who once protected Cadia, where is your dignity as a human being?

He once admired the warrior who single-handedly blocked the attacks of four great demons and almost caused his Black Crusade to fail!

Now, all that admiration is gone, leaving only endless annoyance and disgust.

Abaddon felt betrayed, betrayed by a great commander who could understand him.

The hero he thought of turned out to be something like this?

Abaddon drew his own sword and shouted, "Prepare the assault troops. I will personally take the field."

"I want to kill Taylor. I want to kill the man who colluded with the aliens!"

Having said that, Abaddon quickly moved forward. At this moment, he was no longer the confused, ridiculous and useless Warmaster.

But he was the First Captain of the Sons of Horus and the top general under the Primarch Horus.

He is the true warrior, the brave man who has longed for war for many years.

After all, a warrior, no matter how flawed, is still a warrior.

No matter how perfect a commander is, he is still just a commander.

No matter how bad Abaddon is, he is still a hero.

No matter how calculating Taylor is, he will only hide behind a woman and cannot understand what Abaddon, who experienced those glorious years, would think!
When Taylor realized that Abaddon was coming towards him, ignoring the battle line, he couldn't help but curse.

"Did that guy get kicked in the head?"

(End of this chapter)