This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 484 This is the real opponent
Life is always so wonderful.

Just when you think things can't get any more outrageous, something will pop up to teach you what humility is.

But Abaddon never knew what humility was.

He viewed the vicissitudes of fate with a sufficiently rational attitude—most of the time it was sheer luck, but whenever he narrowly escaped divine retribution and instead turned misfortune into a blessing, stepping onto the next opportunity for 'intellectual' growth, it was hard not to feel a little proud.

Most of his fellow travelers have disappeared.

Those heroes, pigs, dogs, and wizards are now mostly struggling to survive in the tides of the warp, either having dealt with him or having sworn enemies with him.

Only he and a few old guys survived, along with a group of Chaos Slaves who remained in the Four Gods' Demon Realm, like spare parts of a machine awaiting their inevitable replacement, or perhaps as a few passable exhibits clinging to life.

There aren't many left.

He and 'Little Horus,' a pair of bickering rivals, used to tease Forgrim about his transformations back in Saturn; he and Loken, a pair of rivals, often exhausted from their repeated clashes, constantly grumbling about their conflicts, and there was also the steadfast Togadon.
The best years of my life have passed.

Abaddon never missed most of the rest.

Eldoron, son of the Emperor, was indeed a good companion, at least in his youth, but apart from that, most of the flamboyant Legion was unremarkable. The Legion's era and the life of the white-scarred barbarians were quite interesting to him, but those isolated barbarians were often difficult to confide in, just as Horus had presumptuously believed that the Khan would join him in rebelling against the Emperor, only to be dealt a fatal blow by the Khan's offensive on Terra.

He has killed many people: veterans, company commanders, and renowned warriors.

They perished, while he grew, contributing to the formidable reputation established after the Great Expedition.

Same now.
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Boom!

The 'Vortex Guardians' launched the first attack on the Despair Messenger, who had not yet organized their formation. The Hades-type Terminators are capable of short-distance teleportation jumps, enabling them to carry out precise surprise attacks in close combat.

During the Great Expedition, the emperor's sons, who were few in number and often had to cooperate with mortals, were most adept at this type of tactic.

Under the Primarch's leadership, the Emperor's Sons can swiftly eliminate the enemy's command center, minimizing the risk of positional warfare where the enemy cannot afford to suffer losses.

Huron has maintained contact with the Ultramarines—thanks to the great forefathers, Digglis, who was in charge of maintaining communications, was able to find the combat records and analyses of the various legions from the library in Macragge, and even had the author Hill make corrections.

We should also be grateful for the decadence and stagnation of the war over the past ten thousand years, which makes the battle plans from ten thousand years ago still quite relevant today.

This greatly facilitated the formation of the 'Vortex Guardians,' at least allowing them to explore practical methods from actual records, rather than relying on repeated bloodshed to add vague and impressive requirements to tactical operations.

One of them is...

Unauthorized transmission is strictly prohibited under any circumstances.

Except in cases where a think tank is present.

The man-eating shark's treasury, Kahulangi's eyes radiated psychic light, from the High Heavens, a great blessing unique to the Son of the Dark Raven descended upon him, shadows shrouding his soul to provide protection for his spellcasting.

In a burst of blue light, one-third of the 'Vortex Guardians' entered the ranks of the Despair Messengers. Their noble silver-blue armor overlapped with the twisted demonic carapaces, and their powered halberds and demonic weapons began to collide.

The guardians inside showed no sign of ignoring their comrades' duel. They activated their disintegration weapons, and in the instant of the battle, four Despair Messengers were instantly pulverized into dust.

In the past, the use of rift weapons often tore open warp rifts in this era of weakened reality, causing even greater trouble, and thus they were gradually phased out over time. However, with the increasing influence of the Dawnwings and Primarchs in the warp, rift weapons have been re-equipped to various elite combat units.

Because other things besides demons emerge from the rift.

"Roar!"

Chaos is never something you can afford to play with.

The signing of the agreement meant that only 130 men under Abaddon's command could remain.

As long as it's not a human, as long as it's not under Abaddon's command, that's fine.

Clang!
Before the threshold for tearing apart the subspace was even reached, several rifts opened one after another.

These fissures, constantly emanating storm-like howls, spread mist throughout the vast, multi-layered structure of the command center, occupying a massive passageway large enough to accommodate a warband.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

With a terrifying roar, the first true monster emerged from the burning smoke. He stepped over the destroyed equipment and the wreckage that had seeped into the steel. Khorne, the Bloodletter, wore horned armor and massive steel boots. His presence seemed to declare a fact, as if the war had brought them an undeniable truth, telling them of the vast difference between them and the truly great power of the High Heavens.

He saw these rare heads, each one precious, hanging on their weak necks.

The Khorne vampire's battle cry even drowned out the chainsaw axe that was whistling and pounding in his hand.

A gaping maw stretched open, its enormous teeth gleaming in the firelight.

He charged towards them.

Behind him were demons of all kinds.

It stretches endlessly.

Yes, that's right. You can't abandon me. You can only support my actions time and time again because I am the only one who is the right person.

When he realized that the gods could not abandon him, and that everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction, Abaddon broke free from his anger and regret, and then raised his head.

Only he could command the gods, and for that reason, he was the only Chaos Warmaster.

"This should be the first time we meet."

Abaddon began.

What was infuriating was that Huron still wore an open and disdainful expression. He remained deep within the ranks, his arms gripping his weapon, ready to fire at any moment, seemingly unconcerned about his comrades who were already in disarray, and seemingly confident that his few remaining men could stop the attack.

Lord Ramses only agreed to spare 130 of Abaddon's men.

Boom!

Huron looked up.

Several large doors opened in mid-air with a loud bang, startling the surrounding demons.

The sound of the massive bolts retracting into their bolt holes echoed through the hall, and then the heavy explosion-proof barrier began to slide upwards, emitting a harsh friction sound from the grooves, accompanied by the clanging of giant chains being pulled.

As the bells fell silent, the engine's rhythm changed, gradually rising higher, and gusts of steam billowed out from the open gaps, scattering the rising smoke.

Human-made weapons of war are being deployed.

Those were great mechs blessed by primordial power.

With their immense power and impenetrable armor, Castellax-class combat automata have become indispensable combat units in the Imperial Mechanized Legion. These general-purpose robots, developed by human ancestors during the Dark Ages, possess extremely high modification potential and can be customized to meet the needs of different Mechanicus Sages. Renowned for their exceptional adaptability, they are a formidable force on the battlefield.

Every sage who expands the boundaries of knowledge, making it no longer the sole possession of any one person, is qualified to merge with their own sacred machinery and control the guards under their command.

Their footsteps crushed the carpet ruins, as they launched a series of bombs that caused a series of collapses toward the demons' camp, advancing with equal arrogance and confidence.

A row of massive 'iron ring' machines followed behind them. These advanced mechs, no longer affected by Peturabo, had joined the Empire's camp after the self-defense counterattack in Kadia and were now gradually being deployed. Their heavy footsteps pressed the remnants of the Khorne demon's brass armor deep into the steel floor.

Imperial forces and the Chaos army clashed on this massive platform formed by dozens of intersecting corridors.

Perfect, nobody can afford to play this game.

This is a match made in heaven.

"Suppressive fire!"

Huron immediately ordered the remaining men to pull out the Hydra cannon that he had prepared in the command room.

The roar of machine guns began firing projectiles capable of penetrating the armor of super-heavy tanks like the Brutal Blade from the side, sweeping across the formation in front of Abaddon in a fan shape, just missing the Guardians who had jumped into the enemy's rear.

Phew!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

With Abaddon's furious roar, another sparsely numbered troop of warriors was swept away.

Huron was not one to value Space Marine honor. He might put on a show in conversations, but he never considered such things in battle, and he wouldn't even mind using methods that would be considered extremely blasphemous by other Astartes.

Perhaps it is because of the constant exposure to Ramses's various comments about the imperial high command that most of the loyal Astartes are now unwilling to acknowledge any honors belonging to the rebel Astartes.

One of the great benefits of supplementing history is demystification, allowing people to reintegrate into the human subjectivity and preventing them from being isolated to the point of empathizing with traitors.

These traitors are traitors. Their great contributions and noble character in history vanished the moment they were thrown into the highest heavens. The honor duel that limits oneself is reserved for one's comrades, so that while determining the victor, they can ensure that they can fight side by side for the same ideal in the future, not for these despicable beings.

Nowadays, Astartes no longer needs to demonstrate its loyalty to traitors by showing honor. There are plenty of human commanders who can empathize with them, and they will be present at mortal celebrations as well.

As the battlefield began to heat up due to the intervention of the gods, another third of the guards pressed forward from the front!

The rest of the chapter commanders and legion champions, who were also responsible for protecting Huron, quickly locked onto the outstanding individuals in Abaddon's guard as the formation unfolded. Apart from Ledodes, who had already been selected as the 'Emperor's Champion,' the others all went after their opponents.

The leader of the Manhunter, Tiberius, faced off against Farcus Cabo, the leader of the Despairbringers. This killer, whose size rivaled that of a Primarch, tore apart two Wolf Brothers who were still recovering from the chaotic teleportation, leaving a bloody path in the ground.

Chapter Master Stiblalzarek of the Firehawks approached Lord Ellarrak of the Raptors, who had once been jealous of Huron but had now chosen to reconcile with him after participating in the defense of the Maelstrom.

The Black Sword Champion stood beside Huron, the burning candles at his waist casting a bright glow on his black knight's armor.

How bold!

How dare they?

These unknown individuals have never experienced brutal battles, nor have they ever obtained the power of the highest heavens. Their combat experience is only a fraction of that of veterans who have fought for thousands of years. How dare they challenge the legends whose names were etched into history ten thousand years ago?

Abaddon picked up the sword.

He easily dealt with two 'Guardians' on his way forward.

Although Abaddon was not known for his martial prowess during the Great Crusade and never received the title of 'Sword Saint' like Sigismund or Akulduna, his impressive record of fighting three War Gods single-handedly and killing two of them, along with the power of the nine dragons bestowed upon him by the Warp Gods while simultaneously bestowing upon him countless titles, already made the current Chaos Warmaster appear exceptionally composed in front of Astartes.

He strolled leisurely through the conflict, breaking through the first wave of enemy formations in just a few strides, with several corpses falling at his feet.

Abaddon stared straight at Huron, who was now clearly visible.

"This should be our first meeting, Huron, the guardian of the Great Vortex."

He repeated what he had just said, emphasizing Huron's name as if to highlight the other person's identity.

"Ha~"

Huron crossed his arms, feigning disdain.

He was still self-aware enough; it was mainly the uncompromising comments from the four adults and the presence of various powerful warrior leaders around him that made him realize the reality. His job was simply to draw attention and provoke hatred; the rest was not his responsibility.

Suck--

Sure enough, Abaddon took a deep breath.

He commented, feigning nonchalance:

"Your sarcasm is very sharp; even Eichmann didn't have such eloquence. It's very interesting."

"So I will cut off your head and stick it behind me, and I will make your soul suffer eternal torment until the day you can no longer utter any sarcasm that satisfies me."

His voice was loud and clear, and it seemed that he wasn't speaking only to Huron.

"You can try coming to me first, and then imagine the rest."

Huron replied dismissively.

"Yes, I will."

Abaddon gritted his teeth.

"Give me just nine more seconds, and I can cut off your head."

"is it?"

Huron still maintained a rather disdainful expression.

Why don't you look behind you?
His gaze seemed never to be fixed on Abaddon.

Clang!
Abaddon parried with his sword.

The attack came suddenly, right behind him, behind the trail of blood he had torn out.

how come.

Abaddon turned around and looked at the 'Guardian' who had stood up again.

A huge gash remained on his skull, and a warm-toned lantern shone from his waist.

Unremarkable, such weak strength couldn't even leave a single wound on him.

But Abaddon was shocked.

He looked at Astartes' fatal wound.

Abaddon was aware of the modifications made to the Proto-Forged Space Marines, so every attack he made was meant to end their lives. Even the Proto-Forged Space Marines could not be resurrected under such circumstances.

"what are you?"

Sensing the extent of the other party's strangeness, Abaddon questioned them.

At the same time, he swung his sword and severed the opponent's head.

"Wait, I'll come and take your head right away."

He uttered these harsh words and turned to eliminate the attacks coming from behind.

However, the attacks continued unabated.

The headless body continued to wield its sword, as if it would never stop until it had crushed its opponent into pieces.

Other fallen bodies rose one after another, and they rushed toward Abaddon and their former opponents, like a group of puppets manipulated by their own will.

One, two, three.
As familiar figures fell and rose again before him, Abaddon's anger flared.

Skull, heart, spine
Fatal wounds were inflicted on their bodies time and again, yet these bodies resolutely rose again.

They roared the war cries of the chapter, then charged at Abaddon, only to fall again and rise once more.

How many more can he take down? How many more times can he prove his strength?
He is Abaddon.

Let them go.

Let them all come at once.

Find more, all together.

Bring in anyone, bring in everyone.

He'll kill them!

and also!

His sword cleaved a warrior he had killed twelve times in two.

Endless!

Abaddon flew into a rage and swung his sword, shattering the lantern at the man's waist.

and also!

Chi!
The blazing flames rose from the fallen body, accompanied by the sound of steaming blood.

Those are Mars, they are flames.

The flames leaped and ignited on the soldier's chest, then spread throughout his body.

The flames traveled up the gauntlet, igniting the hilt and broken blade still held in the hand, and then extended upwards, forging a brand new edge for the blade whose nicks and imperfections had been cleansed by the flames.

The flames ignited the gaping holes in the warrior's armor, and the terracotta steel, tempered by the flames, melted into liquid, repairing the warrior's armor.

Flames ignited on the warrior's body until there was nothing left to burn.

Crimson patterns coiled around his body, as if breathing, sometimes a bright crimson, sometimes a gleaming pure white.

Then, he lunged at Abaddon again.

As the 'Wolf Warriors,' resurrected warriors from demonic possession, rise from their deadly wounds, demonic limbs begin to grow back at their sites. Their adversaries, the 'Guardians,' who have also suffered fatal injuries, ignite flames and begin a seemingly endless battle.

On the surface of Badab, a cluster of Warmaster-level Titans, primarily composed of the 'Vulcan Legion', has already penetrated the central region of the surface fortress complex, and the two sides have engaged in close-range firefights inside the Void Shield.

In the sky, mortal naval aircraft from the Maelstrom Watchers, carrying fighters reinterpreted from ancient technology by the Mechanicus, launched air raids on the Chaos forces' portals on the surface and provided markers for heavy artillery and missile units. Under the combined attack, strongholds were gradually being destroyed.

However, the gods would not be satisfied with this.

As the Black Legion launched its frenzied attack, the Four Gods and Demons Army also emerged from the scattered corpses in the wasteland.

Similarly, the fiery cursed legion followed in quick succession.

Badab is no longer a land known to anyone. It is a strange place, and the mortals and Astartes who are involved here have all noticed that it is completely different from the place that was once called Kadia.

The Four Divine Demon Army, the Cursed Legion.

Demons roamed the earth, but they had little time to hunt souls. Instead, they engaged in a brutal massacre with the cursed legions that had been respawning in the real universe alongside them, amidst the ruins of the buildings.

As if in response to the battle in the void, the fighting intensified.

Click!

Abaddon numbly swung his sword.

At the moment he crushed a burning skeleton into ashes with the sole of his foot, a spark illuminated the Chaos Warlord's golden eyes.

Huron was still waiting for him in the same spot.

But he remained in the same place.

Whoops!

Several more burning skeletons rushed toward him.

Abaddon has never missed Draconian as much as he does today.
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"Is this the current mode of warfare?"

As a learner still adapting to the times, Guilliman pointed to the special line Ramses had set up for him and asked a question.

From the sky to the earth, from the planet's surface to the boundless void, from the details of the local battlefield that psionicists can perceive to the changes in the overall battle situation, he can see everything clearly.

"uh-huh."

Ramses pondered for a moment, and also felt that this scene was somewhat absurd for Guilliman, so he explained.

"Actually, it's mainly because Badab attacked too hard. The subspace rift is quite close, and we can't keep using the old methods and keep getting attacked, right? This isn't the normal situation."

Normally, to ensure the safety of local residents, they certainly wouldn't do anything to weaken the veil of reality, but they can't be completely helpless when the other side summons demons, can they?

The Four Gods opened first!
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So this is an abnormal situation, right?

Guilliman watched the war in Badab in silence.

Right—is that right?
　P.S.: Abaddon and Horus Jr. are probably the two with the worst mouths in the Horus.

　　Abaddon's famous quote about Peturabo—

　　"Like a Groxmon wallowing in a cesspool. He was born for that."

　　Horus the Younger and Idoreon's iconic moment—

　　“There’s still work to be done,” Edoron reminded him.

　　“I understand,” Abaddon said.

　　“My beloved lord,” said Edoron, “is increasingly—”

　　"Are more and more of the soft, feminine breasts that are unique to women growing out every day?" Eichmann asked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)