Chapter 995 The Fear of the Ethers

Abaddon stood in front of the tactical holographic projection corrupted by Chaos, his scarlet eyes flashing with madness.

The power claw in his hand, "Claw of Horus", trembled slightly, as if longing for blood and killing.

In the projection, the unstable image of the Great Rift was like a hideous wound, stretching across the galaxy, emitting suffocating chaotic energy.

The energy of the warp twisted and tumbled in the projection, like an invisible giant snake, ready to devour everything at any time.

"The servants of the false emperor are gathering," Abaddon's voice was low and threatening, echoing in the dim conference room. "Their goal is obvious - to open the Great Rift and completely seal our power in the Eye of Terror. We cannot sit still and wait for death. The instability of the warp is our weapon. We must use it to intercept their fleet and destroy their plan."

His eyes swept over every Chaos Primarch present, trying to catch a hint of recognition from their expressions.

However, Magnus, the one-eyed Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, simply stared at him coldly, with undisguised suspicion in his eyes.

Magnus' body was enveloped in a faint psychic glow, and the arm holding the weapon exerted a slight force.

"Abaddon," Magnus' voice was like an icy blade, "your plan is full of uncertainty. If we are not careful, our own fleet will be swallowed by the turbulence of the warp. What makes you think you can control it?"

The corners of Abaddon's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of a sneer.

"I launched thirteen expeditions, and each time I won a stage of victory. I caused the fall of Cadia and the Great Rift across the galaxy."

Abaddon responded without giving in: "And you, Magnus, your caution will only cause us to miss our opportunity."

"The Warp is on our side, and its instability will be our greatest weapon. We will use its distortions of time and space to throw the Imperial fleet into disarray and destroy their fleet utterly."

Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, also stood up at this time.

His face was hidden by a heavy hood, and his voice was deep and full of religious fanaticism.

"Abaddon, your arrogance will lead you to destruction. The gods only let us block the army of the false emperor, but you tried to annihilate them all."

Lorgar said slowly, "We should follow the will of the gods, not blindly follow your ambitions. The power of the warp is not something you can control alone."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense, like a bowstring about to break.

Abaddon's lieutenants had already put their hands on their weapons, and Magnus and Lorgar's followers were not to be outdone. Fluctuations of psychic and chaotic energy intertwined in the air, making a low hum.

"enough!"

Abaddon slammed the table with a sound like thunder.

"We don't have time to argue here! The power of the Warp has paved the way for us. Its instability in time and space will plunge the Imperial Fleet into endless chaos. If you are unwilling to follow me, then stay in the Eye of Terror and wait for the fleet of the False Emperor to completely destroy you!"

A gleam of anger flashed in Magnus's single eye, and the glow of psychic energy around him grew stronger.

"Abaddon, you will pay the price for your arrogance," he said coldly, "The power of the warp is not something you can control alone. If you insist on doing this, don't blame us for not accompanying you."

Luo Jia slowly raised his hand, signaling his followers to calm down.

"We will see how your plans play out, Abaddon," he whispered, "but remember that the will of the Chaos Gods prevails over all."

Abaddon sneered and turned to the command deck.

He knew that the power of the Warp would be at his disposal whether or not the Primarchs supported him.

The Great Lord of Wisdom had given him a hint a few minutes ago, and Abaddon believed he would win this battle.

At this time, he will lead the Chaos Fleet and use the instability of the Warp to completely destroy the Imperial Fleet's advance. And all this is just the first step of his grand plan.

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钛星

Ether Supreme Council

The Aether are the fifth caste of the Tau and the ruling caste of the Tau Empire, sitting above the four castes of Fire, Earth, Air, and Water.

They are both the nobles and spiritual leaders of the Tau people, and are regarded as the only existence close to "mysticism" in Tau society.

Members of the Ethereal Hierarchy are known as "Aun", which means "celestial" or "ethereal" in the Tau language.

The main duty of the Ether is to guide the other classes to serve the Greater Good.

They coordinate the work of various levels through wisdom and authority to ensure the stability and development of the Tau Empire. In major decisions, the Ether will listen to the opinions of other levels, but the final decision is still in their hands.

And the Aether's influence on Tau society is absolute.

Their presence is considered a key factor in the Tau's rapid rise from a primitive state to an interstellar civilization, and the Ether's leadership is reflected not only in politics, but also on the battlefield.

They often take part in battles and expansion operations themselves, inspiring Tau warriors to fight for the Greater Good.

Although the Ethereals hold a high status within Tau society, their own origins and abilities remain shrouded in mystery.

The Aether's control over the Tau appears to be linked to some unknown psychic or biochemical mechanism, though the source of this ability is not entirely clear to the Aether themselves.

The highest authority of the Ether class is the Ether Supreme Council, which is composed of the most senior Ethers. The leader of the council is called the "Ether Supreme".

The Ethereal Supreme Council is located on the Tau homeworld of T'au. Orders are issued from here and all levels of the Tau Empire will obey unconditionally.

However, at this moment, there was a dead silence in the Ether Supreme Conference Room, as if even the air had frozen.

A huge holographic projection screen was suspended in the center of the room, emitting a faint blue light, reflecting on the faces of every Ether Elder.

Their expressions were solemn and their eyes were fixed on the images on the screen, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

On the other side of the screen was a bloody battlefield.

Sanguinius was wreaking havoc among the Tau forces with unrivalled power.

His wings spread out, like the shadow of death covering the earth, and every swing of the giant sword in his hand brought up a rain of blood.

The warriors of the Tau, those brave warriors who once conquered countless star fields under the leadership of Ether, were now like fragile ants, being ruthlessly crushed.

Sanguinius's movements were graceful and deadly, as if he were performing a dance of death.

His sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp scream, and every slash accurately took a life.

The Tau Fire Warriors opened fire in desperation, the flashes of plasma rifles flickering across the battlefield, but the energy shells could not reach Sanguinius at all.

His figure was like a ghost, moving through the hail of bullets, as if death itself could no longer hurt him.

The Ether Elders watched all this in silence, their hearts filled with complicated emotions.

Anger, fear, and powerlessness intertwined together, like an invisible blade piercing their chests.

They once thought that the technology and beliefs of the Tau were enough to allow them to gain a foothold in the galaxy and even challenge those ancient races.

However, at this moment, they truly realized what they were facing.