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Chapter 283 Abaddon: Who Speaks for Me?

The Black Legion's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, hovered in a vast, boundless void.
Countless chaotic warships floated around it.

These chaotic warships were covered in flesh and blood, and were covered with eyes and sharp teeth. Some warships were also crawling on the surface with bizarre and twisted warp creatures.

This is an extremely terrifying military force, capable of easily conquering a star sector and crushing all resistance.

As a Warmaster, Ezekiel Abaddon stood on the bridge, planning the next battle and pondering how to completely destroy the Empire of Man.

Since the fall of the Cardia Fortress
Abaddon then ordered the Crimson Crusade, which involved many battles, all in an effort to open the road to Terra, end the rule of the false emperor, and accomplish what Horus had failed to do.

However, with Guilliman's return and the rise of that saint, many battles were lost.
With the offensive of the chaotic forces thwarted, the human empire, which had been on the verge of collapse, rapidly grew in strength.
If this trend continues, the situation may reverse in a while.

My right-hand man, Kayan, is still imprisoned in Terra!

Before launching the thirteenth Black Expedition, he was full of vigor and believed victory was assured.
Therefore, Kayan was sent alone to Terra to surrender to the Inquisition.

This move was solely to tell those damned high lords that the Empire was doomed to defeat, and Chaos would ultimately triumph.

Of course, the outcome of the thirteenth Black Expedition was as he had predicted: the capture of the Cardia Fortress was carried out smoothly, the Great Rift was opened, and the entire galaxy was torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, he launched the Crimson Crusade, which dealt a heavy blow to the Empire's loyalists, forcing them into a series of defeats as they marched towards Terra.

However, Guilliman's return disrupted many plans that should have gone smoothly.

The enemy's Unyielding Expedition thwarted the Crimson Expedition and recaptured those important resource planets.

Many Chaos factions were routed by the counterattacking Imperial army, suffering heavy casualties.

The Crimson Expedition has completely failed.

For now, Kayan can only stay in Terra for the time being.

We'll talk about attacking Terra when the situation reverses in the future.

Abaddon suppressed his many thoughts, looked around the bridge of the Vengeance Soul, and basked in its magnificent glory.

Looking out the porthole, countless arched gun arrays with exaggerated calibers lined the edge of the warship.

Some cannons were so enormous that they could fit an entire Imperial Knight.

The vicious servants of the Dark Mechanicus were melted into the thick, tubular internal organs.

The warship's gargoyle-shaped jets spewed subspace flames that tore through the mortal starry sky.

The iron fence beneath his feet was stained dark brown with blood.

These drops of blood are marks of history, where many imperial heroes shed their blood, some of whom were emperors and saints.

Abaddon smiled as he looked down at the Claw of Horus mounted on his hand, savoring the memory of slaying the Primarch within it, reminiscing about it once more.

The demonic sword Drachanien trembled behind the Great Raider, envying the glory of its rival weapon in that time and place.

"Alright, you will also have the opportunity to drink the blood of the Primarch, or even the blood of the Emperor himself."

Abaddon soothed the demon sword, which gradually calmed its rage.

"Let me see the situation in the galaxy."

Abaddon turned to his wizards and spoke.

"Follow your will, plunderer."

The wizard bowed respectfully, and then led a group of dark wizards in casting a spell.

Some loyalists in tattered uniforms were dragged up.

Their throats were slit, and their crimson blood sprayed onto the chaotic magic circle, making its radiance shine even brighter.

“You will perish!” shouted a ragged female officer prisoner. “The God-Emperor will surely triumph, and humanity cannot be defeated.”

The other party's shout elicited a mocking smile from Abaddon.

"Your words make me laugh, you poor thing."

"No one can defeat me, not even the gods."

The eight-pointed stars carved on the floor gleamed with a scarlet light, their interlacing patterns depicting different regions of the Milky Way.

Abaddon glanced around at the many portraits floating in front of him, then pointed to one of them.
The image automatically floated in front of the Great Raider.

Faint howls formed a melody of pain, constantly emanating from the images.

Amidst hellish glare, a brutal battlefield scene is revealed.

Countless corpses piled up like mountains, and screaming beasts roamed the ruins, howling at the sky.

The Empire's double-headed eagle banner fell to the ground and was then set ablaze.

Countless worlds are burning, engulfing the city in darkness.

A satisfied smile spread across Abaddon's cold face.
"After the fall of the Cardia Fortress, the throat of the Corpse King's kingdom was cut open, and it should have bled wildly until it died."

Thinking of this, Abaddon's eyes suddenly turned gloomy.

It's all Guilliman's fault and that saint's fault.
Without them, the empire would have collapsed long ago.

Abaddon suppressed his emotions, waved his hand to make the image disappear, and then looked at another image.

"I will succeed; the era of the Primarchs is over."

“One day, they will all kneel before me.”

"Whether it's Guilliman or Lane, they will both become my defeated opponents."

Abaddon swore in a low voice that he would never give up like this.

He could spend ten thousand years crippling the Empire, or another ten thousand years defeating the Primarch.

Just as Abaddon was preparing to continue reviewing the footage and focusing on the key war zones,

A hellish light suddenly flashed, and the image tilted strangely.

A surge of psionic energy, a mixture of anger and panic, erupted and swept across the bridge of the Vengeance Soul.

"what happened?"

Abaddon shouted, looking up and around, and saw the wizards presiding over the ceremony kneeling on the ground, their faces contorted in pain, groaning incessantly.

Chaos warriors clad in Terminator armor rushed in through the door to protect the Great Raiders.

But the next second, they were all blown away by the sudden burst of spiritual energy.
A gale, carrying with it a bright glare, created a storm that swept everyone on the bridge away.
The grotesque flesh and blood, fused with the cables, emitted a piercing scream, terrified by the terrifying pressure it felt.

A dozen or so tall figures appeared in the center of the storm.

The three leaders were very tall, like gods descended to earth.

They are none other than Magnus, Forgrim, and Lorga, the three Primarchs.
After reaching a consensus on cooperation on Wizard Star, they acted swiftly.

To deal with Guilliman and Lane, as well as that saint, we need an army strong enough to rival the Empire.

So they set their sights on the Black Legion formed by Abaddon.

This legion absorbed the vast majority of Chaos forces and is the Chaos army that the human empire finds most troublesome.

By controlling this legion, they could naturally fight against the Imperial army. Magnus cast a spell directly on Wizard Star, using his powerful psychic energy to send himself, his two brothers, and their offspring aboard the Soul of Vengeance.

Abaddon's eyes widened instantly upon seeing the three Primarchs appear.
this! !

What is this ghost?

Why are those three of them running out instead of staying in the Eye of Fear?
"I never imagined that so many years would pass in the blink of an eye, and Abaddon would have become a War General." Luo Jia looked down at Abaddon, who was being protected by Terminator warriors.

“Luojia.” Abaddon looked directly at the other person.

Ten thousand years ago, he would never have had such courage.

But times have changed; it's no longer the era of the original.
Rather, it belonged to the era of him, the great plunderer.

"From this moment forward, the Black Legion is under our command," Magnus said, looking at Abaddon.

“No!!” Abaddon angrily refused, “The Black Legion is mine, you have no right to command it.”

"You don't have the power to choose."

Magnus reached out his hand

Abaddon was gripped by an invisible hand, his throat pinned down.

Immediately afterwards, he was lifted into the void by an invisible force.

An invisible force came from all directions, squeezing his armor until it groaned in pain.
If he refused to relinquish power, Magnus wouldn't hesitate to grind him into a pulp.

A group of Chaos warriors and wizards tried to rush over to rescue their master.
But Forgrim and Loka stepped forward, looking at the Chaos warriors and wizards.
Their mere gaze instilled fear in these people, preventing them from approaching.

"Okay, I agree."

Abaddon, who was on the verge of suffocating, used his last bit of strength to squeeze out what he wanted to say.

As soon as he finished speaking, Abaddon was thrown out and crashed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

"You're smart to know what's good for you," Magnus said coldly.

Abaddon struggled to his feet, looking at Magnus but daring not to offer the slightest resistance.
Even with the blessing of the Chaos Gods, he could not truly fight against a Primarch.

"And you?" Magnus looked around at the Chaos warriors and wizards.

Those guys looked at each other, then knelt down on one knee and pledged their loyalty to the three demonic principalities.

Seeing this, Luo Jia smiled with satisfaction.
“Very well, let’s get down to business and how to deal with Guilliman and Lane.”

"We need to find a suitable location to set a trap."

Luo Jia reached out, and the chaotic eight-pointed star shone even brighter.

The light traced the star map of the Milky Way in the void.

The massive rift that tore apart the entire galaxy was exceptionally conspicuous.
"Let's choose this one."

Luo Jia pointed to the star map.

It is the Nachmond Corridor that connects the dark side of the Empire with the Holy Land.

“As long as we cut off this connection, we can completely sever the Empire’s dark side from Terra, and our father will lose half of his territory.”

"When war breaks out here and the Imperial army is bogged down, I will use Guilliman's foster parents to force him into a trap alone, and then defeat him one by one."

…………

Comoros,
Qin Yun stood atop a magnificent imperial building, overlooking the bustling network city.
After such a long period of reconstruction, the city has regained its former prosperity.

The Eldar and humans on the Ark live in harmony here.

Every day, countless ships pass through the network to come here, using Comoros as a transit point on their way to other parts of the galaxy.

Most of these were Eldar ships; the Imperial Fleet still habitually uses the warp as its primary means of navigation.
However, Qin Yun believed that as time went on, the number of human fleets using the network channels would inevitably increase.

During this period, the repair work on the network tunnels also made considerable progress, with several large network tunnels leading to the dark side of the Empire being cleared out.
At present, small fleets have been able to pass through, proving that these network channels are usable.
This means that the human empire now has the confidence to break free of the Nakmonde Corridor.

“It’s time to set a trap for Abaddon. If we can retrieve the souls of Sanguiles scattered throughout the Soul of Vengeance, we can fully resurrect him.”

Qin Yun was already planning his next move.
The plan is to revive Saint Gilles first.

By then, the Empire will have three Primarchs.

"It feels like the Second Empire is being reborn."

Qin Yun muttered to himself.

Could the other Primarchs be fighting another war on Terra?

These three were the only ones who didn't participate; they hid on the sidelines and built a new empire.

Qin Yun wanted to summon Eldrar and the incarnation of the God of Laughter.
Then, they connected with Guilliman and Lane again to discuss the Battle of Nakmonde Corridor.
How to attract Abaddon
How to seize the Soul of Vengeance
How to save Saint Gillespie

And after the destruction of the Nakdom Corridor, how should the Imperium of Man seamlessly switch to the Webpath?
Once inside the Webpath, how should the rights of passage for humans and Eldar be determined?

These issues all need to be discussed clearly.

Just as Qin Yun stood up, preparing to convene a meeting, he suddenly remembered something else, so he summoned Xiling.

"By the way, Xiling, award rewards to the player organizations that participated in the expansion of the Colonus region, such as the Desert, especially those that participated in capturing Eribas. Each player team should be awarded a bronze Sky Eagle Medal."

Qin Yun was somewhat surprised to learn that Da Mo and his men had captured Irebas alive.
The worst guy in the entire galaxy has actually been caught.

If Qin Yun hadn't actually seen the video and photos, and hadn't been verified by Xiling, he would have thought that the players from Damo and the others were just joking around.
After all, what kind of being is Irebas? His escape skills are unparalleled in the galaxy.

The main trope is to cause trouble and then run away.

"Yes, Master." Xiling nodded and turned to get busy.

Meanwhile, on the Yatoma side,
The thirteenth batch of players has also logged in.

With flashes of light, players appeared one after another in the wide square and church.

In no time, it was packed with people.

These players were the same as the twelve groups of players who had come in before them.
I was utterly stunned by the incredibly realistic game world of Warhammer Online.
For a time, exclamations came one after another.

Wow, the air, the light and shadow.

"I'm not very educated, so I can only use the word 'awesome' to describe it."

"..."

Of course, many players also did some bizarre things.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Thunderclaps continued to appear,

Players who break the rules are occasionally hacked to pieces.

"I came, I conquered, brothers, for the Emperor."

One player raised his arm and shouted, which prompted other players to respond. In an instant, the shouts were like clouds, and the sound shook the sky.

P.S.: Another chapter, hope you guys like it.

After finishing coding, I didn't have time to correct some typos.
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