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Chapter 429: Fuck Abaddon, Part 3
Abaddon, Warmaster of Chaos, has had a tough time lately.

His body was now filled with tubes, and the best Chaos Apothecaries and wizards in the entire galaxy were feeding him nutrients and repair materials.

Today, all known repair tools of mankind are trying to repair Abaddon's body, which was gifted by the Chaos Gods. The scale of the operation is even greater than that of Calgar, the commander of the Ultramarines.

But even so, Abaddon only recovered 90 percent of his body functions.

There were still scars on his skin and his muscles hadn't fully healed. These were some of the most brutal wounds he had ever experienced.

Even now he thought of Taylor's smile at that time, the funny look in the suit, and that sarcastic smile.

Abaddon suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

"I can't believe it."

"I was defeated by mortals' schemes and tricks, but he made good use of everything on the battlefield, including aliens."

A wizard said, "My lord, it's just a trick."

"Sideways."

"It's nothing compared to a real army!"

Abaddon now raised his arms in anger, grabbed the wizard's neck and shouted.

"Don't insult him!"

Countless hoses on his arms burst open, and his strong arms grasped the wizard's vitals, his muscles bulging like a ferocious tiger.

Abaddon uttered a few words in a hoarse voice. "Lost."

He paused.

"We lost because of those so-called unorthodox methods we gave you."

"But next time I want to win."

"catch him……"

That tone made all the Chaos veterans here feel cold, but the next moment Abaddon said.

"I need him to be my military advisor. I need him to help me achieve truly great things and great achievements."

"He's the type of talent that can make us successful."

At this moment, Abaddon's words became excited, as if he had already seen such a future.

Abaddon also understood that he was not cut out to be a commander, so he chose to use an ancient mechanical AI to formulate plans.

The reality is that the effect is unexpectedly good. He was able to rest, and the arrogant Primarch, the Imperial Regent Guilliman, was now forced to face him and stand on equal footing...

If he could defeat Guilliman, he could surpass his father and become the true Warmaster of Chaos, the eternal Warmaster.

Abaddon suddenly said, "Increase investment in source power and increase the demand for diviners. We need more intelligence!"

"Confirm the Lion King's movements once again. Secondly, these invitations still need to be submitted to the War Council for discussion."

A Space Marine, a Chaos Space Marine Captain stepped out at this moment.

"My Lord, your tactics have lost their former swiftness and sharpness. I fear we have missed our opportunity. Guilliman's last attack was strange..."

He said seriously.

"My Lord, I am afraid they have some conspiracy, and our actions are so slow now."

Abaddon pondered. "If you merely came here to mock me, I would probably ignore you."

"But what you said is actually quite correct. As the battlefront expands, our war planning is becoming increasingly arduous and slow."

"I need a new war plan, which is why I want Taylor."

"That mortal alone is enough to rival an entire think tank. Look how powerful that ridiculous guy Guilliman is because of him."

"The failure of Vigilance Star has completely awakened me..."

"It was a crushing defeat, and it left a lasting impression."

"It told me why it took 13 of my 13 expeditions to succeed. Apparently, it wasn't just bad luck..."

Abaddon said bitterly. "He is my lifelong enemy."

"But this time he's helpless against me. We've taken control of this front, the entire war, impeccably, perfectly..."

"victory."

"Even Taylor can't do anything. He's absolutely helpless!"

Abaddon said decisively, but at this moment, the wizards sent a warning.

"Warmaster! The psychic veil has failed!"

Abaddon cursed. "What's going on?"

The wizards said, "A strange fleet crashed into it! They hit the very core of the curtain and tore it apart with a strange force!"

"The Emperor's power was then, and it was immense and pure!"

"But our informants within the Empire haven't discovered any living saint with such power leaving his post!"

Abaddon said. "In other words, the one who came here is not a living saint, but he has that kind of power."

"Although I don't want to admit it, I do know a mortal who possesses such power, and he is registered as an Imperial Saint."

The wizard said incredulously. "Saint?"

"Isn't that a dead person?"

Abaddon said. "If he hadn't died, and if he hadn't become like Celestine, he would have been the perfect Imperial Saint, and there is only one such man."

Abaddon said angrily. "The one who hurt me like this!"

He said quickly. "Ready the fleet!"

Just as he finished speaking, a violent vibration was transmitted to the Spirit of Vengeance, and Abaddon said in disbelief.

"what's the situation?"

They were at the core of the fleet, and there was absolutely no way there could be any problems here. That was why Abaddon felt something was wrong. At least he was familiar with the feeling and pattern of this kind of collision.

The familiarity lies in the fact that the spear-point tactics used by Horus are always effective, so boarding is also the norm.

Abaddon was no stranger to such collisions; they were the preferred method for boarding, the very movement required to disable a reactor.

But the question is, what happened?

Is it a riot? Or are the beasts breaking out of the pen?
Abaddon thought uncertainly.

But soon, the answer came.

The vanguard troops sent to conduct reconnaissance and maintenance were completely wiped out within three hours. Only a few demons belonging to the wizards relied on their psychic powers to transmit the information.

They said two words without hesitation.

lion.

Abaddon immediately understood and made the decision.

"I am retreating outside the ship, as we need to maintain the war effort, and the Vengeful Spirit must not fall into Imperial hands."

"If this place falls, please make sure the Empire can't take her."

"This is my father's legacy, but I can't protect it..."

Abaddon said angrily.

"Ryan!"

"Lion King!"

He walked towards the hangar helplessly, and secretly swore that the Primarch would pay for his blood debt with blood one day!
But Ryan didn't care, and it could even be said that the Lion King always had a mocking view of Abaddon.

But accurate...

And today, the Spirit of Vengeance will fall, which also means that the demonic warships that brought endless darkness to the empire, the Black Legion, are doomed in this 42nd millennium of human civilization.

(End of this chapter)