Chapter 1072: Daily Tricks by Abaddon
Abaddon's boots rolled over the road paved with skulls, and the eye sockets of each skull under his feet burned with the eternal fire of chaos.
The new warsmith of the Black Legion knelt before the Iron Throne, his mechanical prosthesis still stained with the brains of the previous blacksmith: "Eight hundred and eighty-eight Warforges have been restarted, and the butchers of Khorne are forging new blood..."
The Warmaster's Draconian magic sword suddenly pierced the blacksmith's throat, and the black flame burned his modified organs along the mechanical interface: "I want the Legion, not a sacrifice."
Abaddon's single eye swept across the blood-mist-filled foundry hall. "What we need are warriors, not the kind of rubbish that can be easily killed by mortals."
In the twisted timestream of the Eye of Terror, the Black Legion's resurgence is a prime example of Chaos artistry.
The Butcher World of Khorne uses blood sacrifices to speed up time, compressing the berserkers that take a hundred years to train into a seven-day product.
In Nurgle's Plague Temple, the rotting remains of Space Marines were thrown into the time-reversal pus pool, and when they crawled out, they were newborn Plague Marines covered in pus.
Slaanesh's blissful labyrinth uses pleasure to stimulate nerve growth, allowing recruits to complete nineteen transformation operations in eternal pleasure.
Tzeentch's Paradox Spire was the most efficient. They directly stole the Black Legion from other timelines, allowing the Black Legion's strength to expand infinitely.
Abaddon stood on the observation deck of the Planet Killer, watching the Chaos warships pouring out of the Warp rifts.
These ships bore the hallmarks of different timelines: a Hellclaw gunship still bore remnants of the Horus Heresy livery; the World Eaters' boarding claws came from the unaltered Eye of Terror; there were even a few Emperor's Children mechs whose decorative style clearly belonged to the battle ten thousand years earlier.
"It's not enough." said the Warmaster angrily.
"We need more fighters! More fighters!"
"We need to regroup the fleet"
When the number of the Black Legion's fleets broke the record of its heyday, four intertwined oracles descended from the depths of the Warp.
The brass messengers of Khorne and the maggot envoys of Nurgle tore at each other, the succubus messengers of Slaanesh performed a blasphemous dance in the blue flames of Tzeentch, and finally merged into the Chaos Stele forged by the four gods.
"Let the real universe burn, and let all those who interfere with the great game be reduced to ashes."
Black blood oozed from Abaddon's black armor, and the four graces tore at each other in his body. The Warmaster suddenly swung his sword to shatter the stone tablet, and forged the fragments into a new war horn with black flames: "Praise the gods! In the name of the gods! We will bring them eternal victory."
The new war council gathered in front of a round table made of skulls, with data projections of representatives from the twelve legions carrying afterimages of time.
The World Eaters commander was immersed in killing, and all around him was a projection made of blood and bones. The face of the Emperor's Children commander kept changing between male and female, but the projection of the Black Legion general remained stable.
“Latest intelligence.”
Abaddon's sword burned scorch marks on the star map. "The false emperor's lackeys are playing house with metal skeletons, and the zerg swarm is devouring the galaxy."
The axe of the Khorne Champion smashed a galaxy projection: "Let's go straight to Terra! And chop off the head of the false emperor!"
"Do you think you can defeat the fake emperor? You brainless idiot," the representative of the Purifying Plague Army said slowly.
"Time to drop the virus bomb on the hive fleet..."
Abaddon suddenly activated the space-time stasis field, freezing the quarrel into a funny sculpture.
He pointed his sword towards the eastern part of the galaxy. "The Iron Warriors' burrowers are gnawed at the Volaxis system, where there are thirty Imperial arsenals."
Jianfeng suddenly turned to the edge of the galaxy, "And here, the tentacles of the main force of the Zerg just brushed past the Eye of Terror."
The Warsmith's mechanical eyes flashed red. "You want us to...fight at the same time?"
"That's right!"
"We must wage war on both those lowly bastards and the false emperor's followers!"
"The great God of Wisdom has told me that we will win this battle!"
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Cadiz III
Dusk Fortress
Valak's chainsaw halberd split open the fourth adamantine gate, and the roar of the demon engines mixed with the screams of the mortal auxiliary troops.
The boots of the Black Legion's vanguard officer rolled over broken skulls, followed by a kill team of twenty Terminators, their power armor stained with the flesh and blood of the Imperial defenders.
"Clear the southeast area!" The communicator of the Purifying Plague Army member spurted pus, "Advancing towards the reactor..."
Abaddon's flagship was suspended in the ionosphere, and the Warmaster's single eye reflected a hologram of the battlefield on the ground.
Thirteen of the seventeen main strongholds have been marked with the Chaos Eight-pointed Star. The void shield generator in the core area of the fortress is being corroded by the corrosive bombs of the Purification Plague Army.
"Let the Red Corsairs' plunder ships enter the battlefield." Abaddon's magic sword drew a bloody track on the star map, "Turn this fortress into an outpost of the Eye of Terror within three hours."
Khorne's demon engine smashed through the last line of defense, and its eight-meter-tall brass body charged forward under the ion cannon fire.
The automated turrets set up by the Mortal Auxiliary Army had barely completed a salvo when they were chopped into metal scraps by the World Eaters' chain axes.
A Leman Russ tank that attempted to counterattack was melted into molten steel by the lava cannon of the Demon Engine.
"For the Dark Gods!"
The Emperor's Children warrior gracefully pierced the throat of the defending commander, and the sonic sword shattered the corpse into a bloody mist.
The followers of Slaanesh danced a waltz of death in a sea of corpses and blood, and neural bombs blew the entire reserve team into twitching pieces of meat.
Valak's Terminator team had already reached the outskirts of the armory, and the melta bombs had turned the half-meter-thick armored door into molten iron.
As soon as the vanguard officer stepped into the warehouse, his pupils suddenly contracted. Rows of poison blade super-heavy tanks were turning their guns towards them.
"spread!"
His warning was drowned out by the roar of the engines, and the first plasma cannon vaporized the two Terminators.
Valak's chainsaw halberd pierced the nearest tank's sight system, pried open the hatch and tore the driver in two.
The Black Legion soldiers shuttled between the steel behemoths, using their power claws to tear open the side armor and drag the crew members out to be slaughtered.
As soon as Abaddon's fingertips touched the core area mark, the tactical screen was suddenly flooded with scarlet alarms. A distorted roar came from the orbital monitoring station: "An unknown fleet has broken through Mandeville Point! The number... the number cannot be counted!"
The atmosphere of Caddis III was instantly dyed a sickly yellow-green as tens of millions of Tyranid spore sacs penetrated the clouds.
These organic meteorites, which were over a hundred meters in diameter, smashed into the surface, and the acidic mucus that erupted dissolved the corpses of Chaos and the Empire.
"It's a swarm of insects!" Valak kicked away the warrior insects that were rushing towards him, and the chainsaw sword crushed their shells. "They want to steal food!"
The axes of the Khorne Champions were striking at the Baneblade Tanks as the first wave of Tyranids crashed into the Black Legion's flank.
Six-meter-tall executioner worms swung their bone blades and chopped off the berserkers and tank turrets. Chaos cultists' flamethrowers swept through the swarm, leaving only scorch marks on their chitinous carapaces.
