Chapter 866: Mouth! God's Choice in Room 1

"Santana is gone...Sir...Santana planet is gone?" The crew's terrified voice came from the communicator.

When the support fleet rushed to the designated location at lightning speed, everyone was stunned by the scene before them - the originally dazzling Santana star had disappeared without a trace, and in its place was an unfathomable, boundless black void!

The captain's eyes widened, and he stared at the star map in front of him in disbelief. His hands trembled as he repeatedly confirmed the coordinates and route.

After verifying many times and making sure that he had absolutely no navigation errors, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and his heart was filled with fear and doubt.

Then, without any delay, he immediately reported this amazing discovery to the government department of his star region through an encrypted channel.

The sector government realized the seriousness of the situation immediately after receiving the report, and quickly reported the matter to the high-level decision-making body on Terra.

At the same time, a team of elite inquisitors sent by the Holy Hammer Order also rushed to the scene to conduct an in-depth investigation.

After careful investigation and analysis, the Inquisitors finally concluded that Santana was most likely sucked into the mysterious subspace by a force so powerful that it was beyond imagination.

In order to accomplish such an earth-shattering feat, it is speculated that the enemy camp must have at least one Alpha-class psychic of terrifying strength to make it happen.

However, based on the current intelligence and situation, it seems that the only forces with the ability and motivation to do such a thing are the Chaos Demons.

After basically understanding the ins and outs of the matter, the relevant information was quickly passed on to Abaddon, who was specifically responsible for dealing with such emergencies.

After hearing the news, Abaddon frowned and fell into deep thought.

He sat in front of the table piled with documents and materials, his hands quickly flipping through the piles of parchment in front of him that seemed like he would never finish reading them all. His brows were furrowed into a knot, and his eyes eagerly shuttled between the lines, trying to sort out a clear clue from the vast amount of information and figure out the intricate network of relationships hidden behind the incident.

At the same time, his mouth was not idle, and he kept muttering and complaining: "This is really getting more and more troublesome! What the hell are these chaotic things up to! "

At this moment, there was a slight noise not far away. Lucius was standing by, holding a whetstone in his hand, concentrating on sharpening his ceremonial sword that was emitting a cold light.

On the other side, Kahn was leisurely fiddling with a huge power axe, swinging it from time to time, creating gusts of wind.

Suddenly, Kahn spoke: "Abaddon, what do you think is the most important thing in war?"

Abaddon, who was studying hard, was stunned by this sudden question, but he quickly came to his senses and answered without hesitation: "Well... I think it should be resources. After all, without sufficient material support, a war is difficult to sustain."

However, Kahn simply continued to ask: "What if there are sufficient resources?"

Abaddon paused for a moment, then replied: "That might be excellent equipment. If the soldiers can be equipped with the most advanced and powerful weapons and armor, their combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly improved."

But Kahn was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He shook his head and asked another question: "What if even the equipment is not a problem?"

This time, Abaddon took a much longer time to think. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Oh! I understand. If we have all the resources and equipment, then the most important factor in fighting a war must be people! That is, the number of soldiers and their quality!"

Having said that, Abaddon couldn't help but get excited, because he felt that he had finally found the key to the problem.

But then, as if he remembered something, the joy that had just appeared on his face disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by deep worry and worry.

After careful consideration, Abaddon realized that if the group of chaotic creatures were really not going for the resources as he guessed, but were targeting the population of a certain planet and trying to replenish their army by plundering the population, then things would probably be much more complicated and difficult than he had imagined.

What made Abaddon even more troubled was that even if he figured out that the enemy's goal was to seize soldiers, there was still a crucial problem ahead.

Which planet are they planning to attack? When will they act?

At this critical moment, the door that was originally tightly closed slowly opened a gap.

As the gap gradually widened, a mysterious figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost and walked steadily into the house.

"Iskander Khayon?" Abaddon stared at the approaching figure, a hint of surprise that was hard to conceal flashing in his eyes.

His voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Iskandar Khayon, who once served as an important wizard in the rebellious 15th Legion - the Thousand Sons, now appears before everyone in a completely new identity.

He once resolutely joined Abaddon's army and became a Vigilant Lord in his entrepreneurial team. He eventually merged into Izekelion and assisted Abaddon in building the extremely powerful Black Legion.

"Abaddon? What do you want from me?" Khayon walked steadily and powerfully, and soon came to the center of the room. There was no expression on his cold face, but his eyes revealed a deep and sharp light.

At the same time, following closely behind Khayon was the captain of the Death Guard Corps - Typhons.

Typhons was a tall and burly man, wearing heavy armor and holding a huge power sickle in his hand.

His cold and ruthless eyes were fixed on Abaddon in front of him, as if he would swing his scythe and chop him in half without hesitation if he made the slightest move.

"Are you planning to reorganize the Black Legion? Humph, if that's the case, I will immediately make your head a decoration on my battleship!" Kahn said viciously, while raising the power axe in his hand high, preparing to chop it hard at Abaddon.

It was no wonder that Kahn was suspicious, because everyone in the room was once the chosen one among Chaos' subordinates, especially Abaddon.