This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 481 Ramses's Clever Use of Provocation—

The communication initiated by Abaddon was like a signal.

He could no longer tolerate the status quo and hoped to end the war in the most decisive way.

While the two sides, as Astartes, were arguing with each other, stalling for time and interfering with each other's judgment, the mortal commanders still in the fortress had already learned of their perilous situation and began to silently transfer their duties and their lives to each other.

"If you can't wait, then go now!"

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes let out a scream, admonishing Abaddon.

They're not ready yet!

"As expected, he is cunning and ruthless."

Ramses' gaze turned slightly cold.

As the most fickle fickle fickle investor in the warp, and an observer, Tzeentch is the most unpredictable, and he has never liked dealing with these things.

Even now that Tzeentch has revealed his desire for Abaddon to win, he can't help but wonder if there are other ulterior motives at play.

but--

Ramses raised his hand and plunged it into the waves of the warp.

We should be able to stop them a little.

He wasn't good at playing tricks on the ever-changing Demon Lord, but he could manipulate the judgment by using numerical values.

After all, the core of this decision was Abaddon.

Abaddon, being arrogant, would not ignore the words of a fickle demon lord and would be wary of him.

"If you want to die, then go now!"

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations uttered another sentence, which made him quickly cover his mouth.

Damn it, it's not Carlos, how can it say such contradictory things?

The giant eagle, sent to be cannon fodder, began to examine its own perception. Its consciousness wandered within its subspace body, only to find that a sentence had been added to its words for no reason.

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Cold sweat trickled down from between its ever-changing, magnificent feathers.

"That last sentence is a lie!"

It hurriedly tried to explain, but the explanation sounded extremely weak and powerless coming from the mouth of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

As expected, the enraged war commander was as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

He began to scrutinize Huron, whose smile was growing increasingly arrogant, and subconsciously began to wonder if this was another trap, another stage that the gods were preparing to weave for him, to mock him.

There's no other reason than that Tzeentch's destructive power is simply too great, because he not only betrays his opponents, but also often treats his own allies the same way.

Abaddon would never have wanted to deal with these things if he hadn't been so desperate for manpower.

"What are you afraid of, Abaddon?"

In the video, 'Huron' spreads his arms in a provocative gesture.

"You keep saying you won't be controlled by Chaos, so what are you hesitating about now? Why let the devil interfere with your judgment?"

"He's lying, he's not Huron at all!"

The ever-changing Demon Lord roared.

“Astartes can’t see me at all! Let alone hear what I’m saying.”

"I'll say it again: if you really want to kill him, now is the time. I've completed the psionic link for you, I've found his coordinates for you, and now I've earned this opportunity for you!"

The blue giant eagle wanted to sever the psionic link, but now it was no longer something he could control.

An existence undetectable to anyone in the subspace, the 'Formless and Shapeless Lord' has already entangled himself with them.

"Shut up!"

Abaddon roared, silencing the Demon Lord of a Thousand Faces.

He looked at his spirited opponent, pondering the contradictory thoughts in his mind, his expression growing increasingly agitated.

"You're starting to waver again. Are you going to become arrogant again?"

Huron pressed his advantage.

"Are you going to do what you did with Devon, listen to Eribas, 'overrule the objections' and reject the other members' suggestions, and send Horus to the temple of the Devon Serpent Cult for treatment, causing Horus to become a puppet manipulated by the gods?"

On the bridge of the Vengeance Soul, a group of high-ranking members of the Black Legion couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Is this really that explosive?

Even among the Chaos faction, most were not entirely clear about the ins and outs of the entire rebellion. For example, figures like Kayan, who were on the fringes during the rebellion, only knew bits and pieces from the word-of-mouth accounts of the core members.

They whispered among themselves, some even using it as a medium to activate chaos magic, hoping to learn more information.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations' expression changed drastically.

It wanted to stop these people, because at this moment, it wasn't just the gods behind them who were watching the Souls of Vengeance; the deeper these people connected with the warp, the more dangerous other beings would know their coordinates.

But it's clear that given the trust it currently enjoys in the eyes of the War Commander, it's difficult for him to do these things.

"Are you going to do what you did to Tarek Torgadon after the events of Istervane, letting Erebas take his flesh and blood, stitching him together with Graai Noktua with witchcraft, turning him into a filthy lump of flesh and blood of unknown origin, and then letting him rejoin the Council of the Four Kings?"

"Warmaster?"

Fakus Keber, the Gastrin who retrieved Horus's body at the end of the Great Rebellion, guarded the Soul of Vengeance for centuries in the Eye of Fear, preventing anyone from desecrating Horus's body. He once advised Abaddon to come out of seclusion and took the initiative to become his right-hand man. He can be described as an elder of the Black Legion, looking at the leader beside him.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

Everything that happened to Devon was a secret; apart from the Shadowmoon Council, no one knew what had happened.

He was also unaware of the internal problems of the Shadowmoon Council. The anomalies of Togaton were obvious to everyone during the Siege of Terra, but no one dared to speak out at the time.

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Abaddon remained silent.

He could sense that things weren't going well when Huron started speaking, but now that the words were out, he couldn't do anything to stop him.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be admitting that the other party is right?
"lie."

He feigned composure and stubbornly insisted.

"is it?"

"Huron" mocked.

"In my opinion, you're the one who's full of lies."

"You keep saying you don't rely on the power of chaos and don't want to understand it, but you always rely on it and always use it at crucial moments, letting this power poison the people around you!"

Abaddon's forehead veins bulged.

This is what truly makes Abaddon seem like a clown.

No one would deny his own will, and no one would think that he is nothing without the power of chaos.

But even though he is using chaotic power, he is always stubborn. It's like someone who works out every day, and no one will think your muscles are bad. From a professional point of view, no one has said you are bad, but you keep claiming that you don't use drugs and that you are all natural.

The worst part is that even they don't know what kind of drugs they're injecting!
And you even call other people!
Ramses had his own agenda.

He needed to test the gods' tolerance for their actions, to gauge the Chaos Gods' attitude towards their further encroachment, and now—

He still needs to do one more thing.

Over thousands of years, Abaddon used a lie to unite countless humans who had fallen into chaos around him, stirring up wave after wave of rebellions that brought endless disasters and losses to humanity.

So what needs to be done now is to break it, to tear apart the lies that Chaos used to attack the Empire.

This is too difficult for modern humans who have long forgotten history and turned it into myth, but it was very easy for Ramses.

"This is the real you, Abaddon: wavering, ignorant, and self-righteous."

Huron's face on Vengeance was almost touching Abaddon's face.

"In Devon, it was your wavering that plunged Horus into the abyss; in Istvan, it was your ignorance that plunged your brother into the abyss."

"At the Saturn Gate of Terra, you arrogantly led Gastrin in an infiltration operation, then turned Horus's three most elite companies into Dorne's foundation for the palace, and you were kicked out of the Terra palace by Dorne along with Forgrim like a dog."

Beside Huron, the Emperor Champion, who had been furious at Abaddon's provocation, couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

“You think everything you’ve done is for Horus, but you’ve done nothing but poison him, kill his children, and cover up one lie with another. Even at the moment of Horus’ death, it was Gavial Loken who was with him, not you.”

"You even let Erebas kill him, and you did nothing! What were you thinking? Have you forgotten the oath of the Council of the Four Kings? How dare you call yourself the son of Horus?"

After that series of questions, there were only sparse sounds.

The Black Legion's suspicions, the demons' mockery, and even the demon host suffering torture on a hook all manipulated their host into forcing an ugly smile.

Those warband leaders who were not particularly loyal to Abaddon were even more delighted to watch this spectacle, and didn't care whether the mockery was real or not. They stood on their own warships, arms crossed, laughing at the warlord.

"enough!"

Abaddon roared. "Look at me, look into my eyes!"

'Huron' shouted provocatively.

"Think carefully about which decisions are truly yours, and which are the real thoughts that have been marinated in your mind by the Four Gods. Figure these things out before you try to kill me!"

The dagger is revealed.

All the mockery was for this moment.

Others may not know whether these words are true or not, but does Abaddon himself not know?

It's all true.

So now he either has to admit that he is a puppet of the Four Gods and follow the advice of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord to switch sides, or he has to admit that he is an idiot and a fool, and that those decisions were made without being disturbed by chaos, and that he made them all by himself.

Can you recognize it?
No!
Huron!!!

The name of the Maelstrom Guardian echoed in his mind; Abaddon had never wanted to kill a person so much.

No matter who you are, no matter what's behind that face!
"I will kill you."

Chaos War General gritted his teeth.

“I will hang your head behind me, and your soul will suffer eternal torment in the palm of my hand.”

"Then come!"

The sound of 'Hurron' echoed across the bridge.

"Go and pray that you can do it, pray to the evil creatures you serve, kneel on the ground like my shameful brothers, like a lowly and twisted reptile, and see what your master can give you when we stand proudly with the Great, forging each other's beliefs into blades, fighting for the same goal—"

boom!
Abaddon smashed the communication device in front of him.

But the instrument did not truly end its mission until Huron's voice completely faded away.

Abaddon glared at the ever-changing Demon Lord.

At this moment, the ever-changing Demon Lord looked extremely tense.

The plan that could have led Abaddon to success has failed due to the interception of the 'Formless Lord', but the comical situation makes it instinctively happy.

Moreover, the more it thought about what would happen next, the more its expression became unable to hold back.

No wonder the Lord of All Changes likes to mess with him so much.

"Whoo~"

The great plunderer turned away in anger.

Abaddon had vowed to crush Badab's resistance with his own hands, and now he was about to finish what he had been waiting for.

"Abaddon!"

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations blocked Abaddon's path.

Out of consideration for its allies, it sincerely hoped that Abaddon could win. Even if Dawnwing kept winning, even if it was just one part of an endless game for its master, it couldn't keep losing.

"You can't go, it's too late."

It's unlikely that Tzeentch will consistently tell the truth; it all depends on whether you believe him or not.

But can we trust Abaddon now?
Can he believe it?

He looked around, and his spiky braid, due to the large movement, lashed out at the face of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

He saw shock in the eyes of his young admirer Kayan, suspicion in his old comrade-in-arms Fakus Kabo, and disappointment in Haken.
The Black Legion is faltering.

Clang!
The sharp blade passed by.

The head fell to the ground.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations' enormous and magnificent body turned to ashes, yet it carried a sense of liberation.

Abaddon looked down at the crowd, blood dripping continuously from the tip of his stabbing sword.

No one dared to utter a sound, and no one would deny the warrior's strength.

"Kayan".

The war commander spoke.

"Yes, sir."

After hesitating for half a second, the Chaos Wizard bowed and replied.

"Reconfirm the coordinates."

"Yes, my lord."

Kayan accepted the order.

"Kaibo".

Abaddon called out again.

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The leader of this messenger of despair finally came to Abaddon's side.

The Black Legion is the result of their joint efforts, and he will not squander it.

"I need an explanation, but not now."

He spoke beside Abaddon in a voice only Abaddon could hear.

"I will."

Abaddon nodded.

"Harken!"

"Yes, sir."

The Star Snatcher hurriedly replied.

"You continue to lead the attack."

"Yes, my lord."

Click!

Ignoring Harken's surviving expression, Abaddon led the Despairbringer toward the Soul of Vengeance's teleportation point.

He will devise meticulous plans, relying not on the power of chaos, but on his own wisdom.

Discover weaknesses, exploit weaknesses, use your wisdom to organize your team, and then go to that noisy defender, tear his mouth apart, and burn his soul.

This was his decision, a decision unaffected by the forces of chaos!
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"Oh My God"

Huron returned to normal atop the star ring fragments.

He and the Astartes around him exchanged bewildered glances, all shocked by the secrets they had just learned.

If everything is truly as His Highness Ramses says, how dare Abaddon mock them every day with the glory of the Great Crusade? Isn't all this a result of his being a fool?
The group exchanged glances, effectively demystifying the group once again.

"Organize defenses and summon troops from other blocks to converge on my area."

Huron touched his face, unable to maintain his composure, and addressed his soldiers.

This is precious time that Lord Ramses bought for them. The more fighting force they can concentrate, the more warriors will survive after the victory.

"Yes, my lord."

"Hahaha—It's all over!"

The light in his eyes did not diminish. Having detached from his upper body state, Ramses showed no signs of fatigue from the long-range spell. He immediately began monitoring the warp.

He needs to find Abaddon another good job.

As is well known, during the Shadow Crusade, when Astartes first faced a large group of Chaos traitors, his teleportation was disrupted by sorcery, resulting in a very serious defection.

Now, as one of the big fathers and little fathers of the warp, Ramses is also preparing to give Abaddon, who has been provoked into no longer trusting the power of the warp and intends to prove his pure nature, a good life.

Tzeentch has been banished, and Abaddon no longer intends to believe in wizards; he is currently devising his plan to switch sides.

With only Kayan left, who has the right to challenge him?

"I wonder if we can dig up these fragments when the Star Ring is rebuilt, and then transport them to Terra to serve as the foundation for the Royal Palace."

Ramses was organizing the Eldar prophets in the park to weave spells together, while chanting them with great interest.

Guilliman, who witnessed all of this, broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Ramses was busy doing 'bad things' and had no time to continue teaching, he hesitated for a while, but finally put aside the Imperial Code, which he was preparing to further improve, and continued to study the psionic notes.

At that moment, he felt that he must maintain a good relationship with this brother in the future.

(End of this chapter)