Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 558: Abaddon is Scare

The war in the Eye of Terror has reached a fever pitch, like oil in a hot pan. It looks calm, but as soon as something is thrown in, it will explode with a crackling sound.

The Long Live the Empire was like a bottle of cold water to the front line, which was poured in all at once, making both the Empire and Chaos dizzy.

The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Quartermaster, the Ministry of Logistics and the Inquisition, and the Imperial Administration were all scrambling to make sense of the situation, not to mention the more staid and slow-moving departments.

But generally speaking, it was still the same as usual, with a bunch of "experts and scholars" within the empire who were supported by taxes paid by countless worlds.

Once again, I was confused about the direction in an unexpected situation.

Their performance was terrible, while the apostles of the Imperial Church who worshipped the Imperial Eternal and called it a miracle of the Emperor looked much calmer in comparison.

Finally, Primarch Guilliman almost immediately began to prepare to thoroughly investigate the origins of this behemoth. After all, the Empire is now approaching the core of the Eye of Terror.

But soon, when Guilliman learned that this monster was the work of Taylor, the Primarch could no longer control his emotions and let out a helpless bitter smile.

It seems that even the Primarch can laugh when he is speechless.

He finally prepared a big surprise for himself.

I saw a ghost...

Guilliman looked at the report submitted by Taylor in disbelief. This was a mobile fortress that was no less powerful than the Phalanx, and he had built it right under his nose in just a few months, just like building a toy.

Let's put it this way, such productivity is basically impossible. After all, it takes the Empire a full hundred years to forge a single battleship. Even if they go all out, the speed can only be reduced to one third.

Apparently, Taylor's fortress used some weird technology, or even worse.

For example, artificial intelligence, modular processing, or a large number of alien manpower, but now we are in a state of war, and obviously those methods can be tolerated.

Guilliman was a little wary of this, but generally accepted it. After all, a controllable war fortress was obviously more important than those ferocious Chaos fangs.

Now Guilliman put down the parchment and said to his offspring beside him.

"What do you think, Sicarius?"

The high-spirited Ultramarines replied, "It seems to me that the former mortal has reached the pinnacle of his power. This is completely different from the usual practices of the Imperium."

"It's difficult for me to judge whether this matter is right or wrong, but I prefer to trust his choice."

Guilliman thought for a moment, then said, "I must try. Even if his actions become more and more insane, I must see if I can entrust him with this."

"My father..."

"Our Empire..."

"Brothers."

“It’s time to draw a line in the sand.”

Sicarius knelt on one knee and said obediently, "Yes, my father."

"The Ultramarines, the Men of Macragge, and the Unofficials, the Primaris Space Marines."

"Including me, and Lord Calgar, will carry out your will."

"Father, you are the Regent of the Empire, the Primarch, and our hope."

"Please... do it."

Guilliman sighed now and replied.

"Then arrange a welcoming banquet now, in the Macragge style, to the best of standards."

Sicarius hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh..." "I'll do it. Shall we prepare the banquet?"

Guilliman replied. "And me. After all, Taylor is someone we have to win over. Of course, I have 100% confidence in you, my child."

"That man will definitely side with the Empire. I just want an excuse to eat something good."

Sicarius smiled and said, "Father, you are even more lovely than our legends say."

Guilliman rubbed his head and replied. "It wasn't like that before. Secondly, my eldest brother has changed a lot too."

"I can only say that time and failure have changed too many things."

"Okay, now go prepare the banquet hall and food. We are going to have a fight like the Fenrisians."

"Even though I hate Ruth."

"But I have to admit that people are always willing to stop by him, not like me."

Sicarius replied. "Not really, father."

"The people of Macragge love you."

Guilliman replied. "I know, and that's why I've been able to persevere until today."

"Once this banquet is over, we can reunite with Big Brother."

"I didn't expect that Abaddon could hold us off for so long. Maybe I'm too old?"

"But that guy is definitely not having a good time right now, right?"

Guilliman's words came true at this moment. On the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon was looking at the star map with confidence.

Let’s put it this way, the two generals of Chaos have lost their combat effectiveness, and Typhons has also chosen to leave and betray.

In the final analysis, this was just a group of ragtag people, and he, as its backbone, simply used the gods and his own fame to stick the entire legion together like a patched-up trash can.

By now Typhons and his Plague Fleet had left the battle lines, and Slaanesh's forces were weakened by the sudden attack and Fabius's absence.

Now a huge void fortress has appeared, which is enough to give him a headache for a long time.

Abaddon has gradually been unable to rally the morale of his army. It can even be said that the guardian power of the Eye of Terror has reached its weakest point.

The remaining Tzeentch forces are basically useless, and the personalities of the Word Bearers are like ridiculous things.

As for Khorne, those Scarlet Angels were basically useless because Angron was defeated head-on by the Primarch Llane El'Jonson on the Ark of Malevolence.

It can be said that Abaddon has realized that his defense is insufficient and that the enemy has a terrible weapon.

At this moment, he was ready to retreat. Let's put it this way, he was going to give up the greatest achievement of his life and keep his tail between his legs in front of the empire.

Abaddon could never have done this before, but now he can let go of those things and devote himself to the great cause left by his father.

But frankly speaking, he must be unwilling to do so, and the gods would not allow him to give up everything here.

Abaddon was at a loss as to what to do until he saw the new Star Voice coming. It was a somewhat arrogant proposal with bargaining chips, but it was also what he urgently needed.

Abaddon said hoarsely. "Huron, if you want to kick someone when they're down, now's a good time."

"But I have to say, I agree with this proposal."

"For the gods."

(End of this chapter)