This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 479 Abaddon: Haven't I just been wasting my time?
Abaddon walked along the bridge corridor in the center of the 'Soul of Vengeance'.

He was covered in blood, and in his hand he held a demonic sword 'given' to him by Forgrim, which was said to be the demon within the sword that led the noble Primarch to his fall.

He's not as good as Draconian.

Abaddon shook his head, brushing away the congealed scabs from his cheeks. His shiny black tuft of hair still bore the marks of burns. Thinking of the beatings that had been difficult for him to withstand, he couldn't help but feel resentment towards the Primarch who had taken his artifact and handed it over to the Empire.

The demonic sword vanished after Forgrim's defeat, leaving only its resentful, seemingly endless murmur echoing through the warp. Despite the golden flames of the false emperor, the formless and intangible concealment, and the strangulation of the eternal torch, it steadfastly proclaims to the warriors who still uphold the ideals of Horus, declaring the extent to which humanity has fallen.

A bunch of lackeys of non-human beings!
They fully embraced the vile forces within the warp, plunging all beings in the galaxy into the cradle of chaos, and lied to everyone!
"grown ups--"

Beside Abaddon was a demon wizard, who was incessantly reporting on the situation.

“We have disassembled the Star Ring into eight sections, but the machine spirits on them are extremely resistant to us. It is difficult to get them to side with you through rituals or technical means.”

"We don't know the situation on the surface either. The False Emperor's lackeys have usurped the great power of the High Heaven. They have stolen the great blessing that should have belonged to us. Those warriors shaped by the False Emperor's desecrated power have only appeared in the Plague Garden."

“The servant armies of those great gods showed signs of desertion, but it doesn’t matter. Their flesh and blood can be used as sacrifices, transformed into a more noble life form in the highest heaven, to tear apart the illusions constructed by those who believe in false gods.”

"There's still plenty of time. We still have the numerical advantage, and the Black Legion's invincible power will surely crush these enemies."

"Badab will be yours sooner or later."

"..."

Yes, although we can't handle the Machine Soul in our strongest area of ​​Chaos Corruption, we can't match our opponents in our strongest area of ​​Demon Summoning, and we are crushed by the False Emperor's lackeys in our most loyal faith and fighting will.

But Badab will be mine sooner or later.

Abaddon was very unhappy when he learned of this news.

He pushed open the bridge door.

"This will be a great victory!"

The booming voice of 'Starseer' Harken echoed across the bridge, and not far from him was Kayan, who was battling various 'demons and monsters' in the warp.

Abaddon's psionic advisor was in a bad state, looking like he had seen a ghost, and seemed to be questioning his long-held authority on warp knowledge.

The roar was met with a weak cheer, and a silence fell over the entire bridge as Abaddon entered.

"We have broken through the rings that have been blocking us. We will plunge the spears of destruction into the land of Badab. In the next eighty days, we will announce the arrival of the next destruction."

Harken was Abaddon's mouthpiece and derived great pleasure from this job, often choosing to plant a spear on the planet's surface to announce the world's destruction just as victory was imminent.

The spear of destruction is now planted on the outermost Frost Fortress planet of the Badab Sector, on the Sector Defense Fleet, on the wreckage of the Ramirez-class fortress, and on the collapsing star ring.

What did they sacrifice?
43 Chaos Fleets, 43 Chaos Legions, 430 Warbands he created himself, 6 Titan Legions, and 13 Dark Mechanicus Fleets.

Having fought this far, half of them can basically be declared obsolete after this battle. The Despairbringer forces, which were comparable to Gastrin, also need to be replenished. Those Chaos Warbands loyal to him have been wiped out in their entirety, and it is unknown how many people will remain loyal to him in the future.

To Abaddon, the incessant chatter from the Chaos Wizard was incredibly irritating, and the repeated pronouncements from 'Starseer' Harkenna on the bridge, 'This is yet another 80-day milestone victory,' were utterly grating.

It has been almost 800 days since we invaded the main planet of Badab.

It all began when he seized Typhon's fleet, crossed the void, and burst out of the vortex.

From the Dawnwings defeating Vashtor, to the Dawnwings finding the Lion King, to the Dawnwings supporting Great Alteramar in winning the plague war, to the Dawnwings completing their victory celebration, they finally have time to deal with the enemies still rampaging throughout the galaxy.

He is still in Badalb.

If we cannot win this battle.
Do not!
Abaddon stopped himself from having these wild thoughts.

He was destined to win the Battle of Badab, no matter the cost.

There can only be one winner.

It has to be me!

It's useless to be anxious.

Abaddon's sudden burst of terrifying power left the wizard beside him speechless, and Harken also lowered his voice accordingly.

Chaos War General stepped onto the stage, staring intently at the screen, staring intently at the unknown enemy who had blocked his way.

Huron.

His star ring is crumbling under the siege of an enemy force many times larger than himself; his hiding place is being exposed; and his dishonorable method of avoiding battle is coming to an end.

"How much longer!"

Abaddon grabbed a shapeshifting demon lord by the neck.

"Almost there, just give me nine more hours, no, no, just nine more minutes, just nine hundred and ninety-nine more offerings, just nine minutes will do!"

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes subconsciously said, as Abaddon's eyes gradually turned fierce, he hurriedly contacted his superior Carlos.

The Great Raider originally intended to summon renowned demons under the command of the gods to participate in this battle, but due to certain uncontrollable factors, Carlos could only remotely control it to do the work.

Since the environment changed, the hierarchy in the subspace has become increasingly rigid.

Those with names and identities, even the despicable chosen ones who ascended to godhood, were treasured by the gods, while those without names and identities became nothing more than cannon fodder.

As a nameless and faceless great demon, it now not only has to worry about being killed by the Dawnwings that may appear at any time, but also about being reclaimed by the Lord of Change after returning to the warp due to its poor performance after being exiled.

Damn it, the life of the nameless and faceless Demon Lord of Myriad Changes is no big deal!
It cursed inwardly, but finally comforted Abaddon.

"Trust me, give me nine minutes!"

"Humph!"

The predator released the other man's neck.

The time is almost here.

Abaddon thought to himself as he watched the beacon grow more accurate over time.

He had never been so impressed by a junior who was 40k.

It will be over soon.

The fighting on the battlefield was merely preparation for this moment, when Abaddon would punish this oblivious enemy, bring death upon him, destroy everything he had in the most brutal way, and mock his overestimation of his abilities.
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It's really over.

Creation and destruction—who will ultimately prevail in this clash of forces?
It has to be me.

Ruft Huron thought to himself, looking at the ring he had built with his own hands and on which he had placed great hopes.

The Iron Ring Rail Fortress Defense Network.

Now its resistance has finally come to an end.

The massive star rings continue to rotate under the gravitational pull of the main star Badab, but those tricky connections have gradually broken as the gravity systems in various places have failed.

The fragments, accelerated by gravity, spun rapidly along their trajectory, tearing apart the Chaos Believers who attempted to seize the opportunity to kill them.

The gunners on the track adjusted their tactics. With the forces of chaos gradually influencing reality, the mutation of mortal flesh was inevitable, but this was not a problem for them with the support of the Grey Knights.

Those silver knights who were blessed by the emperor possessed extraordinary power. At this moment, they were also exceptionally powerful because of the thinness of the veil of reality. On the battlefield, they were like the emperor incarnate.

The runes they pre-carved enabled those dutiful officials to maximize their abilities, allowing their souls to remain connected to their posts after death, and turning the damage scattered across the ground due to the disintegration of the star ring into concentrated firepower to properly deal with the uninvited guests rushing towards their comrades and compatriots.

Boom! The Star Ring Module began to lose altitude severely, descending rapidly under a series of dense hits. Large areas of the Void Shield were overloaded, exposing the hard armor plates below. Enemy atmospheric fighters continuously launched missiles at the thruster array. Some of the attacks were intercepted by the Fifth Legion's fighters, but a considerable number were able to penetrate.

The damage gradually accumulates, but it is still bearable.

The sheer size of the ring module is its primary defensive weapon. It is often thicker and heavier than the satellites that orbit a planet. Even as the void shield is gradually peeled away, the damaged pipes and escaping atmosphere are releasing the ring's heat into the void, and it will still take a long time to penetrate these layers of adamantite and steel.

The command area is still somewhat operational.

Most of the machinery is damaged or malfunctioning, but the surviving members can barely maintain power control, which is their only mission at present.

The rest was left to the 'Machine Soul' which was battling the chaotic code within the mechanical system.

A faith that arose after the self-defense counterattack in Qardia, these mechanical priests who work on the battlefield are happy to share their skills, focus on their duties, and spread the glory of the Om Messiah.

Because only in this way can they truly merge with their beloved machines after death, becoming 'Spirits of Ommesia' and protecting the safety of the Ommesia Sacred Machines in another dimension.

It goes without saying what it is essentially.

The star ring is becoming increasingly fragmented under the tearing force of gravity.

Huron gave the order two hours earlier to empty the fuel and force the debris to change direction.

This operation certainly requires foresight. Even though the main planet of Badab has been completely fortified and the Void Shield is connected across the continent, making the extermination order impossible to implement, these broken tectonic plates cannot easily fall onto the surface of Badab. Huron must consider every factor that could determine the outcome and issue orders in advance to eliminate potential threats.

Now, as the menacing outline of the occupied spaceport fills every field of vision, the energy supply to the sinking engines begins to take effect.

These tectonic plates were flung out by gravity, becoming increasingly fragmented while simultaneously losing their threat to the planet itself.

Huron stood and watched as the car turned.

He has been standing here for weeks since the command center began to experience static electricity due to the malfunction caused by the disconnection of numerous lines.

He didn't care.

For some reason, the feeling of making the big raiders swallow their bitter pills made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Just then, another laser beam struck from the orbit, piercing straight through the damaged area of ​​the void shield, cutting through the plates like melting wax, and shooting into the chamber below. Countless demons poured out from the crack torn open by the beam and fought against the living metal.

The entire tectonic plate trembled again as it dropped approximately one kilometer from the bombing.

The artillery system maintained its precise output. In the face of increasingly severe chaos pollution, the existence of ammunition seemed to be irrelevant. The heavy plasma cannons, which should have been overloaded long ago, allowed their molten metal shells to fall off and form scorching balls in space, while resolutely hurling bright blue plasma at the land occupied by the chaos traitors.

It's the same familiar pattern.

Even now, with all his ammunition depleted, those bastards still couldn't destroy his meticulously constructed defenses.

Huron beamed with joy.

Those Chaos traitors still on their ships must be heartbroken. The ring he forged absorbed everything thrown down by the fleet led by 43 capital ships and held out long enough to now fight against the evil forces controlled by the enemy with the help of a greater power.

The core structure has finally begun to fall apart, but its mission has been accomplished.

The Chaos Warbands in the surface landing zone were systematically wiped out, and Abaddon's Vulcan Titan Legion, which he had painstakingly built up over the years, was also severely damaged by the continuous orbital bombardment. Like the other five Titan Legions that had turned their backs on the Empire since the beginning of the Great Rebellion, they were now almost wiped out.

Boom!

The deck shook, the command platform was hit, and yet another energy coupler exploded.

Huron had once been proud of his ability to judge the health of any part of his tiny kingdom from the buzzing of thousands of systems, but now, the vast majority of systems were responding with unfamiliar sounds, and the only thing he was certain of was that it wouldn't last much longer.

His attempt to re-establish communication with the Black Templar Emperor Champion, and his struggle in yet another ring, gave the artillery array another chance to fire, bringing yet another shining opportunity to countless human warriors.

As expected, the connection failed.

He sincerely hoped that the soldier could continue to shine in another world.

Huron sighed and was about to press the communication button.

Although the area he was in remained impregnable thanks to the steadfast efforts of countless selfless individuals, he could not leave himself in danger.

As a leader personally acknowledged by the Primarch, everyone needs him to hold on to the end, not only to uphold the Primarch's authority but also to safeguard the planet's will to resist.

Huron glanced at Tiberius, the leader of the Shark Chapter, who was now standing beside him as his bodyguard, as well as Androcris, the captain of the Starry Night Phantom Chapter, who had come as an advance support force after the Lion King's return, and an Emperor Champion from the Black Templar.

Besides its own Great Vortex Guardians, it also has a considerable number of Grey Knights.

It is easy to imagine how much the entire empire valued Huron.

However, communication did not end with the closure of Huron.

"Sir, the communication has been forcibly connected to an unknown signal. Should we—"

Before the communications officer could finish reporting, an unfamiliar communication was forcibly connected to the system.

Huron instinctively sensed something was wrong.

beep—

A psionic flash echoed through the communication, and a holographic projection of the Great Raider appeared before Huron.

"Ruft Huron".

Abaddon stared intently at the unremarkable Astartes, as if trying to dig something out of the man's body.

"It's really not easy to find you from those layers of tortoise shells. You like to hide in the coffin you prepared for yourself. I thought you were one of those single-minded idiots from the Imperial Fist."

The Black Sword Champion beside Huron was about to explode, but Huron immediately held him back.

He signaled to the Grey Knight through the psionic link blessed by the Wings of Dawn. The Grey Knight, his eyes glowing with psionic light, strolled around the warp park and, as if inspired, replied with a series of messages.

Then, as if he had suddenly gained immense confidence, Huron did not intend to run away immediately, but instead spoke arrogantly.

"As the son of the great Guilliman, I naturally inherited my great father's learning habits, which allowed me to learn the quality of perseverance from my most steadfast brothers, the precision of the Raven Cubs, and the invulnerability of the Lion Cubs."

Huron praised every loyal warrior, including those loyal to the Broken Legion.

The Wings of Dawn purged many hidden dangers within the Legion, including the bloodlines of those who betrayed the Legion's loyalists and secrets buried in history.

These histories were revealed and objectively depicted, allowing warriors from ten thousand years later to picture what life was like back then, and letting them know how worthless the pride these traitors spoke of was compared to the ten thousand years of steadfast perseverance of these loyal warriors in the darkness.

And inevitably, jokes about Primarchs and Legions circulated among the Astartes high command because of a certain person's existence.

"I can even glimpse their invincibility and unwavering discipline in the Iron Warriors, and their lofty ideals and unbreakable brotherhood in the Shadowmoon Wolves."

"It is these brothers who have enabled me to stand firm with my like-minded brothers to this day, turning every one of your schemes to ashes and making you pay an unprecedented price for every step you take forward."

Huron then changed the subject.

"But unfortunately, I didn't learn anything from your Black Legion."

“You are like a bunch of Gross beasts rolling in the mud, your brains burned by those blasphemous powers, only knowing how to rampage and win by sheer numbers, and then throwing the filth that covers your bodies around.”

“I only need to set up my spear and shield to trap you in pigsties, cleanse you of your filth with the holy fire that blesses us, weaken your charging force, bind your kicking legs, and push you to the ground to slaughter you one by one.”

"Suck"

(End of this chapter)