Chapter 383 Abaddon: It's all stable, all in!

Baal's months-long victory celebration is still going on.

Meanwhile.

The square of the Holy Terra Palace.

The kilometer-high, adamantine-embellished statue of the Primarch of Hope is so eye-catching, more magnificent and sacred than all the statues of the previous Primarchs.

Even the statue of the Regent is much dimmer in front of it.

That is obviously not appropriate.

This situation is the result of a series of unexpected superpositions.

Originally, the statue of the Primarch of Hope was built according to the specifications of other Primarchs.

However, due to the enthusiastic participation of the Pope of the State Religion, the Fabrication General of the Mechanicus, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, things have changed a bit, forming a situation of multi-party cooperation in construction.

There are even some disputes.

The State Religion, the Mechanicus, and the Astra Militarum all want to contribute to the statue of the Primarch of Hope, adding elements of their own forces to achieve better political goals.

The State Religion added adamantine laurels, a sacred sun backlight, inscriptions on armor, etc. to the statue of the Primarch of Hope.

This makes the statue more sacred.

The Mechanicus built more mechanical gears, mechanical bases, etc. inside the statue, so that the whole statue can move slightly with the sun and wind.

And they also secretly hid some high-level mechanical weapons inside, which can be activated in critical moments.

As for the poor Astra Militarum, they also gritted their teeth and provided some materials for decoration, trying to make the statue look more majestic.

The construction project reached harmony in the dispute, and everything was moving steadily in a good direction.

However, when it was about to be completed, everyone suddenly discovered a serious problem.

That is, with the addition of bricks and tiles from all parties, the size of the Primarch of Hope was a little beyond the norm, and it was taller than other Primarch statues.

It felt like looking down on the heroes.

Fortunately, this statue was not taller than the Emperor's statue, otherwise it would be rebellious.

But even so, this is a very serious problem, and it is also a kind of disrespect and blasphemy.

Do they think that the Primarch of Hope is greater than other Primarchs and even the Regent?

This situation made all parties involved in the construction dumbfounded. They didn't know how to deal with it. It was about to be completed, so could it be demolished?

Who will tear it down?

None of the Ecclesiarchy, the Mechanicus, or the Astra Militarum wanted to take on this responsibility.

The Imperial Guards were even less willing to do this.

The statue of the Primarch of Hope was originally initiated by them. Because of the matter of the Primarch of Hope, the Imperial Guards were reprimanded by the Emperor's Vision Order, and the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards resigned because of this.

Now the new Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards is attending the victory celebration with the Primarch of Hope in Baal, and it is obviously a blasphemy for them to tear down the statue.

What's more, it is too late to rebuild it now.

Under the influence of these reasons, all parties did not want to take responsibility, so they had to pretend to be dead and pretend not to see it, and no one said anything.

Anyway, whoever said something would deal with it.

In short, in a tacit harmony, all parties gritted their teeth and continued to build, so that the statue of the Primarch of Hope was successfully completed.

On the day of the victory celebration.

Boom boom boom——

The salute roared, and countless airships dropped ribbons and flags of honor.

The Supreme Lords, high-ranking nobles, officials, priests and citizens of the Empire participated in the ceremony and the unveiling of the statue.

The surging crowd gathered in the palace square.

Priests and choirs chanted hymns praising the Emperor and the Primarch of Hope on the flying preacher, and everyone looked up, expecting to see the face of that great being.

The huge curtain was pulled open by dozens of airships, and a statue slowly appeared in front of people.

At this moment, everyone was impressed by the holiness and majesty of the Primarch of Hope.

On the high platform, the Supreme Lords looked at the statue with different expressions, and occasionally cast their eyes on several lords who were responsible for building the statue.

They all found the problem, and the statue of the Primarch of Hope was far beyond the specifications.

But none of them pointed it out directly, not wanting to get involved in this dispute.

The commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum pretended to know nothing and praised with a dry laugh: "This statue really captures the majestic and heroic figure of His Excellency the Primarch of Hope."

"A flawless statue."

The Pope of the Ecclesiarchy nodded and praised: "The Emperor is above, His Excellency the Primarch of Hope is worthy of being the embodiment of glory, the miracle of God, and the embodiment of the Emperor's sacred will..."

The Mechanicus Casting General was browsing the Mechanical Forum and casually posted the picture of the Primarch of Hope statue and the casting details.

That was her careful work.

The Supreme Lords and high-ranking nobles watched the statue with their noses pinched and praised it a few times.

But looking at the statue of the Primarch of Hope, which was taller than other statues, they always felt uncomfortable, and felt that they had to speak out, but they couldn't say it.

After the tormenting statue unveiling ceremony, it was time for the victory celebration.

That was a more jubilant scene.

The huge projection machine projected the ceremony scenes on Baal, whether it was the battleship performance, the appearance of the Primarch of Hope and the Regent, or the grand parade afterwards.

They were all so shocking.

Even in Holy Terra, there has never been such a grand scene in these years. The last time was the return of the Regent.

But the scale of Baal's side was obviously bigger, with the appearance of two Primarchs, the Imperial Guards, many Space Marines, and the real Leviathan Hive Fleet!

The Savior used more than ten warships to drag the Leviathan Hive Mothership and the remains of the more than 30-kilometer-long Void Beast to the vicinity of the ceremony venue.

Display it as a trophy.

The remains of the void beast that destroyed the empire for a thousand years are hung with honorary flags of participating units, announcing the achievements of the participants.

The Savior also arranged an art cult on the back of the void beast to perform dramas related to this war.

Praise those heroes.

Some nobles, officials, and people were fortunate enough to board the sightseeing boat and visit this terrifying Tyranid alien beast up close with horrified eyes.

Although the remains have lost their vitality, the biological pressure it exudes still makes many people tremble and their legs go weak.

Fortunately, the Savior also arranged a shooting event, allowing people to personally fire shells at the Tyranid alien.

They only need to gently pull the mechanical trigger, and a missile will bombard the enemy of mankind.

That undoubtedly reduced people's fear of the alien.

This ceremony, which will be spread throughout the Baal galaxy, has many venues and lasts for several months. There will be hundreds of billions of people participating. It is undoubtedly a grand event.

It is enough to make any participant unforgettable for a lifetime.

That was even more of a glorious witness.

They could see with their own eyes the Tyranid alien beasts that once frightened and made humans unable to resist, crawling at their feet.

The images from the victory celebration were also transmitted to Holy Terra.

Due to time difference and long-distance communication.

Even though Holy Terra invested a large number of machines and astropaths, and had the assistance of the Savior Territory, these images from a few days ago were somewhat blurred and distorted after hundreds of transfers.

But this was enough to shock the people of Holy Terra.

They were quite excited to see all this, and also a little envious, hoping to be able to attend the event.

Fully enjoy this joy.

The holding of the victory celebration greatly dispelled people's fear and anxiety in the dark age of the Great Rift.

There was a little confidence in the future of mankind.

On the high platform, the supreme lords and high-ranking nobles looked at the pictures of the celebration and felt a little uncomfortable.

They felt that they and Holy Terra were neglected.

Such a grand ceremony should be held in Holy Terra, the center of the empire and the throne world, and it should be the focus of people's attention. However, all this has become Baal's. Although many Supreme Lords are not very comfortable, those Supreme Lords who have close relations with the Savior are happy. Especially the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum. Now the Astra Militarum has hooked up with the Primarch of Hope and the Savior to cooperate on some projects. The Savior promised to provide the Astra Militarum with a large number of supplies at extremely low prices, including some new pure meat canned foods. It can ease the logistical pressure of the Astra Militarum. And there will be a lot of weapons and vehicles to be supplied later. You only need to provide some cheap raw ores to buy them, which is almost the same as the price of cabbage. As for how to transport these things, it is still a difficult problem. Fortunately, the Savior has promised to build a large logistics center in the network soon. These difficulties can be solved well. The commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum looked at the statue of the Primarch of Hope and sighed: "Emperor, the Savior is so generous!"

...

Warp.

Deep in the Palace of Slaanesh.

"Damn it!"

A sharp and sinister voice sounded, foreshadowing the anger and resentment of the owner of the voice.

This gorgeous palace full of tentacles became a mess, and Chaos demons with multiple breasts and deformed organs trembled outside the palace.

The Fallen Phoenix got angry again and smashed the palace to pieces.

"You will eventually fall!"

Fulgrim's snake body curled up in the corner of the palace, with a tear hanging from the corner of his eye, full of brokenness and histrionics.

He looked at the only remaining mirror, admiring himself while getting angry.

Now he was very angry and his heart was sour.

Watching the Savior and Guilliman, who was once defeated by him, show off their heroic appearance at the celebration of the Baal system.

This was more painful than killing him.

Unexpectedly, this Fallen Phoenix actually lost to the Savior in terms of vanity and decoration.

Even when he was still in the Empire, he could not have such a glorious life.

In short, this extremely vain guy saw the Savior and the Regent pretending to be cool and show off in ways he could not imagine.

He was immediately broken.

What was even more uncomfortable was that the Lord of Joy also turned his eyes to those two guys.

At this moment, that existence was surging with an extremely joyful breath, making the whole palace wet.

He looked at the Savior and the Regent, and whipped the existence serving under him in high spirits.

Those joyful shouts formed by the whipping, especially the explosive voices of Lucius and Enkali, were all transmitted to this palace.

It made the Fallen Phoenix even more angry.

Because it was not him who was whipped, they did not take him with them.

The Fallen Phoenix fell out of favor again.

"This is all Roan and Guilliman's fault. They caused all this!"

The Fallen Phoenix gently stroked his delicate face, his twisted heart full of resentment:

"Wait, I will set the most perfect and gorgeous trap to capture you, and then torture you severely, making you rotten and ugly!"

He wanted to tear the savior's jealous face apart.

Fulgrim was thinking about what kind of trap to set and how to retaliate against Roan and Guilliman.

But when he thought of the virtual image of his own humiliation stored in the savior's hand, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his heart seemed to be clenched.

It was a huge and hard-to-dissipate shadow, and the humiliation of the past seemed to flood back into my heart.

He was even more afraid that the top-secret videos of his humiliation would be leaked, causing even more ridicule and contempt.

This is unacceptable to the extremely vain Fallen Phoenix.

Fulgan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down the humiliation and fear.

"Let's deal with Guilliman's defeated general first..."

The fallen phoenix thought bitterly.

…

Fungal abyss.

Black hyphae covered all areas and slowly squirmed.

The Fungal Abyss is the domain of the fallen Primarch and Death Lord Mortarion, and is usually located inside the clock room of his residence.

The physical location of the mysterious clock room varies, usually in the Black Demon Temple on the Plague Star, or in the Rotting Hive on the Corrupt Planet, and occasionally appears in the Warp.

The huge clock in the center of the abyss has stopped swinging, and Mortalion is stationed with the "Blade of Silence", which is generally regarded as a pendulum, performing some kind of ritual.

In the bell jar above the giant clock, the ghost of his alien adoptive father looked out with groans.

"My lord of the plague, this victory is really puzzling..."

Lord Death looked at the ceremonial scene formed by the thick liquid in the cauldron, frowning, and his respirator made a squeaking sound.

He doubted the possibility of victory.

No matter what, there was no way the Saviors could have won this Tyranid War so quickly and alone.

Even if he was conducting the war under Guilliman's planning and guidance, it would be impossible.

The existences of chaos do not deny the savior's ability, but it is still a bit shocking for him to win such a victory.

It is difficult for them to admit this fact.

Now, those chaotic beings are investigating this matter.

If the savior is really so powerful.

Then he will be more threatening than the Regent, and many plans will have to be adjusted, or the Savior should be dealt with first to better attack humanity.

However, due to the interference of Tyranid alien psychic energy in the warp and reality, it is difficult for these chaotic beings to observe this war.

It's hard to understand what's going on.

Mortarion drives the fungus Rot Flies to travel through the warp and some areas of the galaxy, searching for any possible information.

To restore the truth of this war.

Through the remaining information in the warp and the few words of the dead, all this points to a powerful Daemon of Khorne - Ka'banhar, the beloved of Khorne and the supreme bloodthirsty demon.

There is news that Kabanha led the demon army to attack Baal.

The whispers of the dead souls conveyed some gossip:

Kabanha clashed with the Tyranids.

The Savior once marveled at the power of Kabanha's demon army.

If that being hadn't led the army to kill most of the insect swarms, it would have been impossible for him to win so quickly.

Unfortunately, due to the interference of the Tyranid aliens, the duel between them could not proceed.

These fragmentary pieces of information pieced together the course of the Tyranid war - on the way to attack Baal, Kabanha clashed with the Tyranid aliens and fought a fierce battle.

The terrifying being severely damaged the swarm, allowing the savior to gain a lucky victory.

This is very likely to happen.

Because these irritable and brainless Khorne demons don't care who is friend or foe after being provoked.

There will even be bloody fights among themselves.

Such a conclusion is more acceptable to chaotic beings and feels that it is the truth.

Without the help of the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon, it would be impossible for humans to deal with the Tyranids alone!

Mortalion thought so too.

But he did not underestimate the threat of the savior. Although he hoped that the original body was not as threatening as the regent, it had begun to take shape and should not be underestimated.

"The tasks assigned by the Plague Father may need to be adjusted..."

The death lord let out a hoarse voice.

He contacted Nurgle's most favored one, the Great Unclean One who had swallowed his father's most powerful plague - Ku'gas.

Chaos sorcery formed a body of the Great Unclean One made of fungal roots.

That was Kugas' temporary stand-in.

"Mortarion, what do you have to do with me? I have too much disease work to do..."

Ku'gas always looks sad and glum, which is incompatible with the happy image of Nurgle.

And most of all, I hate laughter and lively music.

But in Nurgle's realm, laughter and music abound.

This also made his already unhappy mood even more unhappy, like a part-time worker working in emo all the time.

Mortalion told Ku'gas.

In addition to preparing a divine plague for Regent Guilliman that is enough to poison the gods, a new plague poison must be given to the savior.

This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of the task.

"Ah, this is really bad..."

Kugas became visibly sad, with a lot of dissatisfaction in his tone:

"In this way, I have to spend another seven subspace years, seven months, seven hours, seven minutes and seven seconds searching for seventy-seven new disease materials!"

"If you hurry up, there's still enough time."

Mortalion said calmly: "The war among the natural disaster stars is still being prepared, and my loving father's plan is on the verge of being launched. Don't you want to do more for him?

Don’t forget, you devoured the most powerful plague of the loving father...”

Kugath was originally a Nurgling, but accidentally fell into the plague cauldron of Nurgle, so he devoured the strongest and most perfect plague that the loving father had carefully prepared for countless years.

Then he turned directly from a small Nurgling into the most powerful Great Unclean One.

The loving father of Nurgle felt sorry for the plague that he had painstakingly prepared, because he might never be able to produce such a perfect work again.

But that existence did not blame Kugath, but gave him more favor, not wanting to make the Great Unclean One unhappy.

This also made Kugath feel more guilty and sad.

Kugath was immediately morally kidnapped when he heard Mortarion's words.

He was even more sad:

"Ah, you tore my wound again, I will go to collect diseases..."

This first favorite of Nurgle , the Great Unclean One lowered his head sadly, and his figure disappeared from the Fungal Abyss.

Mortarion lowered his head and took another look at the image in the fungus cauldron, then extinguished it.

Those jubilations are temporary. The empire will soon welcome the love of a loving father, and the fungus flies of the plague will flood one territory after another.

But before that, he must wait patiently for the gathering of elements.

The death lord walked deep into the fungal abyss. He had to deal with the war on the Scourge Stars.

It will become the landing site of the Nurgle army in the galaxy.

…

Khorne Realm, Brass Fortress Hall.

The bloody figure sat high on the brass throne.

His flames and anger burned forever, as if they would never subside.

It has been a long time since Kabanha led the demon army to attack Baal.

However, until humans in Baal Celebrating the victory, the Supreme Bloodthirster has not returned yet, and his whereabouts are unknown.

No one knows where he is or what he is doing.

In the hall.

The Khorne Demons whispered and discussed the information about Kabanha's expedition.

After the news of the failure of the expedition to Baal came, Kabanha's prestige in the Khorne domain was lost by half.

Now, many Khorne demons no longer fear him, and even want to challenge him.

Some demons bluntly said that no matter from which angle, the chief demon's expedition to Baal was a failure.

He is not worthy of occupying the position of the first favorite, and should be severely punished.

The demons even turned out Kabanha's terrible record in recent years and found that he had never won any important battles in these years.

This attracted more ridicule from the Khorne Demons.

And some Khorne Demons The demons were distressed because Kabanha had borrowed a large number of demon armies from them, and now they had lost all their money.

They were furious and wanted to settle accounts with the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon!

The former chief demon Angras did not participate in the discussion, and he sneered in his heart.

Because Kabanha was powerless this time.

After that guy fell, he could return to the seat of Khorne's favorite!

The Blood God said nothing on the brass throne, and seemed to be accumulating anger, and was somewhat dissatisfied with Kabanha, the favorite.

He could feel that Kabanha was still in the galaxy, but the specific situation was not easy to know. It was even more difficult for a warp god like himself to penetrate the layers of barriers.

Extend the tentacles into reality.

The Blood God thought about it, and then spent more power to contact Kabanha, but the other party did not respond after receiving the message.

The Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon hung up the "phone" of the Blood God of Khorne in an extremely tough attitude!

Boom——

The wrath of the Blood God erupted instantly, filling the entire Khorne domain with bloody flames.

However, no one knew what Kabanha was doing.

…

Alert the galaxy.

The airspace and even the surfaces of all planets are undergoing an endless war, with many human forces, Chaos forces, and alien races fighting in this area.

This makes this the most intense place of chaos in the galaxy.

Buzz~

The flagship of Chaos Warmaster and Great Plunderer Abaddon, the Planet Killer, was suspended in the airspace, and the huge cannon smashed a battleship.

Inside the bridge.

Abaddon's huge body was sealed in black armor, revealing only scarlet eyes.

His attention was not on this battlefield, but on the other side of the distant stars - Baal.

The Great Plunderer had no interest in the ceremony, but was concerned about the location of the Regent's fleet.

The Regent appeared in the Baal galaxy.

That means that his Indomitable Crusade First Fleet will not be able to support the Obscure Star Region in a short time, and the support speed is slow.

Perhaps this time will be longer.

Abaddon's eyes became more and more red.

He decided to send the fleet originally used to guard against the Regent to the battlefield in the Obscure Star Region, and also send more troops to fight quickly!

"Perhaps, the 14th Dark Expedition can begin..." Chaos Warmaster thought so.