Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Abaddon was protected by his own guards who risked their lives. The Gastlin Terminators piled up into a human mountain and pinned his company commander down.

The violent shock wave directly tore through the atmosphere, turning into a roaring wave that blew away the broken corpses. The Gastlin Terminators fell everywhere in a very miserable manner, but they had already become mutilated.

Some Sons of Horus had such strong vitality that even though their upper and lower bodies had been separated, they still hadn't died. They struggled and crawled on the hot and molten ground with their charred hands.

The air was filled with thick, hot smoke and the stench of roasted humans.

Abaddon struggled to crawl out from the pile of dead bodies and shouted at the top of his lungs into the communication channel that was interfered by the electromagnetic pulse waves from the fusion nuclear bomb.

"Steinbeck, are you still alive?"

"Karl, Karl! Answer me!"

Abaddon did not suffer much damage because the core of the nuclear explosion was in the middle of the team, and he had already entered the palace with the vanguard.

The armor blessed by Vashtor protected him very well, and the bound Chaos Daemon within it was using foul psychic energy to heal Abaddon's wounded body.

However, apart from the rustling sound caused by the strong electromagnetic pulse in the communication channel, there was no response.

The crystallized land was steaming with scorching heat waves, and the temperature of thousands of degrees was enough to ignite all combustible materials.

Abaddon began to run in fear and helplessness. He walked alone in the inner wall area of ​​the palace, which was like hell on earth, searching for any battle brothers who might still be alive.

"I shouldn't have come in!"

"Ahhhh! What have I done!?"

"This is a trap. That bastard Perturabo saw through everything, but he let me get here!"

Abaddon searched for a long time, but only found some brothers who were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion at the edge of the trap.

They are still alive. Astartes' superhuman body and the protection of the soul-attached armor make his vitality extremely tenacious.

His power armor gradually regained its functionality. On the transparent display screen, a large number of Sons of Horus had turned silent scarlet, which was a sign of their death.

"The Katurian raiders have been completely wiped out, and most of my Gastlin Terminators have also been lost."

"Where's Eichmand? Where's Tiberth Marr?"

If the near destruction of the Gastlin Terminator had made Abaddon so heartbroken that he almost fainted, then the silence of Horus Eichmand Jr., who was also a member of the Council of Four Kings, made him even more terrified.

After Horus revealed his ambitions to his offspring, Garviel Loken defected, and Eichmander killed Tarik Torgaddon himself, leaving only two of the Four Kings Council.

But today, he suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his bones.

If he was the only one left in the legion, no matter what he did, he would not be able to restore the legion to its original state. How would Horus view him, the sinner who ruined the legion?

"Abaddon!"

"You bastard!"

"Get out here and look at me!"

In the nuclear dust, countless unfamiliar figures emerged. The heavy footsteps sounded like a death knell, shaking Abaddon's heart.

Because he was so familiar with this voice, even in the deepest dreams, he had never forgotten the other person's appearance.

"Loken!" Abaddon shouted.

Even if he just listened to the familiar footsteps, there was no way Abaddon would make a mistake; this was definitely the person who had defected.

"It's me. Aren't you looking for Eichmand? He's here with me."

Gavial Loken spoke slowly, his tone filled with indescribable joy and sadness.

"I have avenged Torgaddon. I'll give you this head back!" Loken said, throwing the spherical object in his hand to Abaddon.

The captain took it subconsciously and held it in his hands. Through the dim light of the power armor helmet, Eichmand's charred head appeared in front of Abaddon.

Eichmand's proud ceremonial crown had long since disappeared in the nuclear explosion. His tactical helmet was badly shattered and had lost its airtightness in many places. The interior was in an extremely miserable state due to the burning of thermonuclear radiation.

His eyelids were completely burnt, and his eyes, full of unwillingness, stared at Abaddon's eyes, but he still struggled to move them.

"Stop talking nonsense, I won't give Abaddon to you anymore, his head is mine!"

Next to Loken, a giant wearing heavy black armor and over three meters tall spoke in a voice that was almost like grinding teeth.

He was armed with an extremely terrifying master-grade power fist, from which emanated a heart-pounding force. Even among other rangers, Endred Hal was a veritable giant.

A ferocious and dangerous look appeared on the Broken Hound's face, and then, ignoring Loken's hesitant look, he rushed forward and hit Abaddon in the face several times.

After activating the Disintegrator Field, the Power Fist in his hand flashed with crackling blue electricity, and smashed Abaddon's helmet with thunderous momentum.

One punch from Hal was enough to kill a Gastlin Terminator, but against Abaddon, he threw more than a dozen punches in the blink of an eye.

The immense rage turned into extreme calmness. He was always like this. The angrier he was, the calmer he was, and the more deadly he was.

The captain's huge body was smashed away in the battle. In Hal's hands, Abaddon was no different from a rag doll.

He was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood and had multiple comminuted fractures all over his body, but he was still alive and kicking.

Not only that, Abaddon was still running away, and his speed was no slower than before.

"What the hell is this monster's physique?" Even Hal, who usually has a cold personality, couldn't help but hold his breath and cursed in his heart.

Even if it was him, he would die miserably after being hit by more than a dozen power punches, and perhaps not even his body would be left.

This is the power fist, the most lethal type of power weapon. Its biggest weakness is that it is too slow.

Hal pounced and knocked Abaddon to the ground again, and then beat him hard.

Abaddon, who was still lying on the ground gasping for breath, suddenly stood up, and the broken tactical helmet quickly healed in the black fire.

Before Hal could continue his attack, Abaddon ran in the direction he came from without looking back.

It was a pity that he brought thousands of elite troops with him when he came, but now three large companies including the first company have long been wiped out, and those who were lucky enough to survive may not be able to escape the stranglehold of the rangers.

"I can't die yet. The future of the Legion depends on me..."

"I still have to go see my father. I can't die!"

Abaddon ran extremely fast, even the old scouts of the Raven Guard might not be able to run as fast as him.

The company commander was shocked that the bastards behind him didn't catch up with him. He felt strange and happy at the same time.

"I laughed at Gavial Loken's soft-heartedness for not catching up. If it were me, I would never let the enemy go even if there was only one person left."

"If they were to ambush a group of Space Marines here and wait for me to tire myself out, even if I could break through, I would still be seriously injured. I am amused that they didn't expect this."

How could Abaddon just sit there and wait to die? Even if it was extremely humiliating, he had to live on. Only by living could there be hope.

However, before Abaddon could leave, he heard a loud bang of a bolter, and Jagatai Khan, with his White Scars, drove a battalion of Tengu mechas to block in front of him.

"Abaddon, we have been waiting for you for a long time, but you run faster than we thought." The Khan's long beard fluttered, but the White Tiger Knife in his hand was still dripping with undried blood.

When Abaddon saw Chagatai Khan standing in front of him, he was almost frightened to death.

As one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, Abaddon also has his own pride. He is confident that he can fight with Gaviel Loken and the war dog named Endred Hal whom he just met.

Didn’t you see that he took more than a dozen power punches from Hal, but was still running briskly with only some minor injuries on his body that were not worth mentioning?

Abaddon was well aware that he was definitely inferior to Sigismund and Radolon in terms of martial arts, both of whom were at the pinnacle of Space Marine combat skills, and their skills were even enough to exchange a few moves with the Primarchs without being defeated.

The strongest point of the First Captain is his monstrous physique, as well as his extraordinary endurance and recovery ability.

In the era of the Great Crusade, when the adamantine armor had not yet been invented, Abaddon had already customized a finely crafted Terminator armor for himself, and greatly enhanced its defense and strength, but the price was extremely heavy.

And Abaddon trained himself to the point where he could drive this power armor with ease without relying on a power backpack.

The purity of his body was incredible, even Sigismund could not match it.

He is best at using defensive counterattack tactics. He first relies on his physical advantage to find the opponent's flaws, consume the opponent's physical strength, and then wait for the right opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

But all this is based on the premise that the enemy is a Space Marine.

If facing a Primarch like Chagatai Khan, or even Lorgar who was the weakest in melee combat among the Primarchs, the physical strength and endurance that Abaddon was so proud of would be a joke.

The strongest Space Marine can only fight with the weakest Primarch for a few rounds, and it is not a serious life-and-death battle.

Even though the White Tiger Blade was still quite a distance away from him, Abaddon still felt that his life was over.

You should know that among the Primarchs who had the closest relationship with Horus at the time, there was Chagatai Khan, and a large number of people in the entire Fifth Legion were pro-Horus. Abaddon knew this Khan too well.

Chogoris's war eagle is extremely low-key, but its own martial arts should not be underestimated. Chagatai once commented that Fulgrim's swordsmanship was flashy and impractical. If he took action, he would be able to defeat the Phoenix of Chemos at the fastest speed.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Abaddon definitely didn't want to give it a try.

Abaddon's arrogance and confidence vanished the moment Chagatai appeared. It seemed that the war at Lion's Gate was really over, otherwise a Primarch would never have come specifically to wait for him.

Although he enjoyed great prestige among the Space Marines, in the eyes of the Primarch, he was nothing special. How much face did he have to make Chagatai come to him in person?

No, I can't die yet. My father's great cause needs followers.

When he thought of the legion that he had betrayed, and the insane Horus who had been infused with the power of the Warp, Abaddon's desire to survive burned again.

He dropped his magic sword and walked slowly to Chagatai Khan with bare hands.

Then, the proud company commander knelt on one knee before Chagatai Khan and lowered his head.

"Khan, long time no see." Abaddon ignored the contemptuous looks of the White Scars warriors and greeted them.

"Great Khan, do you still remember that when you were in the Sixteenth Legion, I was by your side? I saw the brotherhood between you and my father.

Although you have gone your separate ways because of different paths, my father has always missed you very much. He has told me countless times how much he hopes you can continue to support him unconditionally as before. "

Abaddon began to play the emotional card. Although in the eyes of the proud White Scar warriors, this was a completely shameful act of throwing away their dignity and honor, Abaddon no longer cared about it.

He could only gamble that Chagatai Khan, a man with a clear distinction between love and hate, would remember their old friendship and let him go.

The Khan stroked his long beard and couldn't help but fall into memories of the past.

The years spent with Horus were pleasant memories. At that time, the wolf-god was as warm and easy-going as the sun. He showed his true love to his brothers and tried his best to live in harmony with every brother.

Even brothers like Angron and Perturabo, who were hot-tempered and erratic, usually did not have much malice towards Horus.

Abaddon is Horus's little follower, the eldest son who looks silly and has no brains.

He is also his eldest nephew.

"Go away. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

The Khan was in deep thought for several seconds, which was a very long time for a Primarch.

Abaddon's face was filled with ecstasy. He bowed deeply to Chagatai Khan, then fled in the other direction regardless of anything.

"Sir, are you really going to let this traitor go?" Qin Xin couldn't help but ask. He instinctively hated the guy with the pointy head.