Chapter 390 Abaddon: The Dark Crusade has not even started yet and it’s already hot!

Regent's Sanctuary, Observation Deck.

"Abaddon came just in time. Perhaps this is a gift from fate..."

Guilliman looked at the Chaos Fleet opposite, still feeling a bit of surprise and disbelief in his heart, but more of a surprise.

The resolute face couldn't help but reveal a smile.

He ordered all the reconnaissance fleets to search the Obscure Star Territory for nearly a month, but found nothing.

Now, the enemy who had been searching so hard came to his base camp so easily, like a lamb breaking into a pack of wolves.

Of course, this lamb chosen by the four gods is not that easy to deal with.

The dark, ferocious battleship, which was several times larger than a battleship, made Guilliman wary.

He could sense that Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was inside.

"Sir, the order for concentrated fire attack has been issued, and the command room is ready. You can take over and direct this war at any time!"

Felix came over to report.

He couldn't help but straighten his back, and now it was finally time for him to play his role.

The adjutant also had a hint of laughter on his face.

The Chaos Fleet led by Abaddon broke into the Dalova system without warning, almost entering the center of the area where the Indomitable Expedition Fleet was stationed, and was completely surrounded.

In this case, you don't even need to form a formation, you can focus your fire and hit the opponent with your eyes closed.

"Go to the command room and see if we can keep the Son of Horus this time."

Guilliman became serious, turned and walked back, this time he wanted to fight a battle of annihilation.

Perhaps the plan to cooperate with the Ron brothers needs to change. In this situation, feinting is not cost-effective.

It would be a good outcome if Abaddon could be buried here.

The airspace in front of the observation deck.

The menacing muzzle of the dark and ferocious battleship gradually extinguished, just like the chaotic fleet that came and broke into this place, it suddenly withered.

Aboard the Planet Killer.

The bridge became silent, the cheering postures of the Chaos warriors were frozen in place, and even the cheering and roaring were blocked in their throats.

They stared at the scene in front of them, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"Isn't the imperial regent in Baal? How could he appear here?!"

Abaddon's crimson eyes trembled wildly, and his hoarse voice had a hint of tremor.

He looked at the overwhelming human fleet in the airspace, and the little bits of light emitted by them were so dazzling.

The number of warships of the Imperial Regent is almost nine times that of our own Chaos Fleet!

All this caused the Chaos Warmaster's body to tremble uncontrollably.

No matter how the Imperial Regent arrived here, the intelligence error led to disastrous consequences, and the Black Legion's army fell into a heavy siege by the Imperial fleet.

Fear is uncontrollable.

No matter how terrifying and ferocious the beast is, it will still feel a trace of fear when it suddenly finds itself surrounded by hunters.

What's more, the hunter's name is Robert Guilliman, a powerful primarch, imperial regent, brother of his father Horus, with a great reputation!

"Damn the son of the pseudo-emperor, the corpse worshipers are so lucky!"

Abaddon was miserable.

Fate should be on the side of the great predator!

He had just announced the launch of the Fourteenth Dark Crusade to the Chaos Alliance and the forces within the Eye of Terror, announcing his magnificent hegemony in an unstoppable manner.

However, the first step of the 14th Dark Expedition plan encountered serious obstacles and was on the verge of bankruptcy.

He is even facing the danger of his life.

If the plan fails completely, he, the Chaos Warmaster, may lose all his majesty and become a joke.

At that moment, Abaddon was so heartbroken that he even wanted to have a "talk" with the Imperial Regent and the Primarch of the Ultramarines.

Maybe we can transfer some chaotic benefits to get a chance to leave here.

The Blood Scythe of the Great Reaver can not only tear apart the empire, but it can also be swung at those pretending to be gods and ghosts in the subspace.

He believed that the wise Primarch and Imperial Regent could make all these judgments and make the best choice for the Empire.

But Abaddon rejected such an idea.

His dignity as the Great Reaver and the Warmaster of Chaos did not allow him to seek reconciliation in a humble manner.

Even when facing his father Horus, he never bowed his head.

Fabius used the original body's bones to clone Horus in an extremely blasphemous way, giving him powerful power.

But he still led the World Seizers to defeat Horus and pierced the opponent's chest with his own sharp claws.

End it.

"I am not a stupid Horus. I know what I am doing. The Great Predator's great journey will not end here..."

Abaddon raised the Claw of Horus and looked at the bloody scythe, stained with the blood of a Primarch.

His gloomy face revealed a hint of ferocity.

If there was a chance in the future, I would not mind if this weapon was stained with the blood of the Imperial Regent.

Buzz~

A red light lit up from behind.

Abaddon walked back. The blood well-like building was placed in the center of the bridge, and he could see the twisted rune locks scattered around its periphery.

That is a means to prevent malicious people from escaping.

He came to the secret room of the Blood Well.

The only source of light in this dark, putrid place is the crimson eight-pointed star circle that runs through the floor of the room.

The crimson light illuminated the chains hanging with bloody talismans, and also illuminated the squirming body trapped in the chains and shrouded in rotting robes.

The oracles were fastened to their spikes and kept whispering and hissing.

These spirits that seem to come from purgatory are filled with subspace energy, and the chaotic energy they spill out is enough to frighten any warrior.

But Abaddon didn't react at all, he just hoped to get the answer he wanted.

"Warmaster, do you seek a prophecy..."

The black-robed wizard saluted his master respectfully while breathing hoarsely.

Abaddon's eyes were cold:

"You shouldn't act deaf, I don't have time, you know what I want, show me!"

He wanted an answer.

That is whether he can use the power of chaos to break through the weak points of the imperial fleet and gain a chance to breathe.

Abaddon clearly understands his own value. He knows that the Chaos Gods need him and the Black Legion, and he will not just sit idly by.

At the Warmaster's command.

The black-robed wizard recited an obscure spell, and his pupils turned pitch black.

For a moment, the bloody runes in the secret room flickered dimly, and the chains jingled amid the shock.

Those rotten oracles trembled in the spike grooves, and the outline of their twitching bodies became blurred, as if there were countless faces floating in the body.

Those faces were opening their mouths to say something.

The eight-pointed star forms a new image in the distortion, constantly changing in the glare:

The galaxy is burning, Chaos warships are engulfed in flames, and corpses are scattered across the stars.

The double-headed eagle tore through the shadows, and the faceless figure advanced in unison until it faced a dark body.

The golden giant sword pierced the body of the Dark One, causing him to turn to ashes in pain.

Abaddon stared at these images, his face like a cold mask.

He pointed at the picture with the golden giant sword, making it float in front of him.

Faint wails formed a painful melody.

Suddenly, the blood sickle's claw blade crushed the picture, completely shattering it.

"That was not the fate of the Great Reaver."

Abaddon said expressionlessly: "The controllers of Chaos, with frightening desires, always bluff, give me a definite answer before I regret it."

He just finished speaking.

Those pictures rotated like stars, all the pictures shattered, forming the stars of Darova, and a furious storm vortex appeared in one area.

The Chaos Gods responded, and that was where they came to help.

In Nachmund, a place covered with void scars in the Obscure Star Territory, it is easier for the Chaos Gods to project their power.

Abaddon got the answer and immediately turned around and walked out.

War was calling him, and he couldn't spend too much time staring at the corpses and listening to the murmurs of wizards and mystics.

boom! ! !

As soon as Abaddon came out of the secret room, the bridge shook violently, and alarms and roars rang out.

Above the dome, countless explosions and dazzling beams of light can be seen.

Led by Macragge's Glory, the Imperial fleet launched a devastating attack, destroying Chaos warships one after another.

Those ugly chaotic corruptions burned in the flames.

Just one round of concentrated fire attack caused the Chaos fleet to lose one-tenth of its warships, and they were unable to effectively fight back.

This is a war of unequal strength.

Abaddon's huge figure walked smoothly on the violently shaking floor, without any panic.

"Everyone breaks out!"

He issued several instructions in succession, ordering all fleets to cover the Planet Killer at all costs and break out in the direction predicted by the Chaos Gods.

The Chaos warships adjusted their formation.

They gave up any attack and formed a denser defensive front, firmly blocking the big predator's flagship.

Afterwards, the entire Chaos fleet moved towards the target area at full speed.

The artillery fire continued.

Every moment, the outer Chaos warships turn into wreckage and carrion.

"Regent of the empire, son of the false emperor, you have incurred my wrath..."

Abaddon looked at all this, his heart was cut by a knife, and he had more hatred for the Imperial Regent.

This Chaos Fleet is an elite force accumulated over thousands of years as a direct army loyal to him.

Now, they are being buried here one after another!

The Chaos battleships covered the Planet Killer, approaching the designated area bit by bit, and the Regent seemed to have discovered this.

Macragge's Glory led the guard battle group and rushed straight towards this side, launching a more violent attack.

The war has entered a more anxious situation, and the Chaos fleet's front is collapsing.

Abaddon stared closely at the star map. The Chaos fleet was still some distance away from the target area.

He didn't know if he could make it there.

Time passed little by little.

Amidst the roaring gunfire, the Planet Killer led the remaining dozens of warships to the area predicted by the Chaos Gods.

The warships of this Chaos fleet have been wiped out, and they are almost in dire straits.

However, nothing happened.

Abaddon's face turned gloomy.

Perhaps the Chaos Gods broke their promise, and those guys never had any credibility.

He looked at the Macragge's Glory, which was rapidly approaching, and suddenly pulled out the Chaos Demon Sword. There were countless demon faces wailing on the gray blade.

His hoarse and gloomy voice came out:

"World Seizers, prepare to join the gang and let me tear apart the bodies of the false emperor's parents and children!"

In this current situation, he could only fight to the death.

Kill the Imperial Regent, seize the Macragge's Glory, and perhaps gain some hope of survival.

The Chaos Warmaster boasted that he was not inferior to the Primarch, and was not afraid of any duel.

Encouraged by Abaddon, the Chaos warriors drew their weapons one after another, letting out thunderous roars, and their deformed bodies became even more twisted.

Chaos seemed to sense the determination of these warriors.

Visible to the naked eye, the airspace behind the planet killer became distorted and cracked, as if some invisible hand was stirring the space, making it chaotic.

A small warp storm landed here with difficulty, blocking the path of the Macragge's Glory.

This made the Imperial Fleet's attack difficult.

All ship-borne weapon attacks seemed to be swallowed up and transferred to an unknown evil space.

That is the influence exerted by the chaos gods on the real space. To achieve this, a large amount of evil energy needs to be invested.

But it's all worth it.

The Warp Storm prevented the Imperial Regent from launching a deadly attack on the Chaos Warmaster.

Abaddon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and sneered.

This storm gave me a chance to breathe.

As I once said:

The beings of the Warp are neither allies nor masters of the Black Legion, and they cannot grant the warriors the ultimate victory they seek.

The nature of those chaotic beings is the same as their unpredictable kingdom, and they are extremely dangerous to those who blindly follow and bow down.

But for a strong-willed warrior, it is a rich resource that requires no return.

Simply surrendering will only make you a slave, but if you have the power to fight back, you will be hurt.

Then everything is negotiable.

This is the eternal truth.

"World Seizers, it's time for us to fight back. The false emperor's parents and children must pay the price for all this!"

Abaddon's hoarse, powerful voice sounded like a vengeful rage.

He will mobilize more troops, inflict greater damage to the Imperial Regent, and completely defeat the Indomitable Crusade's attempt in the Obscure Star Territory.

Abaddon looked through the dark purple storm at the twisted shadow of the Macragge's Glory.

He knew that the Imperial Regent was also looking here at the moment.

Buzz~

A stream of chaotic evil energy was passed over, with the provocation of the Chaos Warmaster:

"Son of the False Emperor, your pitiful encirclement and suppression plan has failed. Chaos still has the upper hand in the Hazy Star Territory. Your fleet will be destroyed by the Great Predator..."

Abaddon seemed to be able to imagine the furious regent on the other side.

No one can afford to lose an easy victory.

"Warmaster!"

Suddenly, the black-robed wizard floated over in a hurry.

He seemed to have sensed new information, his pupils shrank into needle shapes, and he was a little panicked: "A new sign has appeared. We should abandon everything and return to the Eye of Fear..."

"shut your mouth!"

Abaddon almost blushed, his cold gaze was like a sharp blade.

It seemed that in the next second, the blood sickle would pierce the opponent's chest.

For some reason, he's been running into a lot of obstacles lately.

Just when he was about to attack Darova and launch the 14th Dark Crusade, he broke into the enemy's base camp, and now he finally had a chance to fight back and speak boldly to the enemy.

The wizard said that he had to leave it all behind and return to the Eye of Terror in despair.

He even wondered if there was an existence that was deliberately going against him and disturbing his destiny in some way.

"Perhaps it's the unpredictable master of conspiracy. That guy likes to be a troublemaker."

Abaddon thought coldly.

"I saw my destiny, and it would be best to return to the Eye of Terror..."

The black-robed wizard tried to persuade and continued to explain.

But the next moment.

His body became stiff, and he rushed forward suddenly, and was strangled tightly by the claws of Horus.

"Wizard, I don't want to listen to your nagging words. Destiny cannot make the great predator surrender..."

Abaddon's voice reached the ears of the Chaos Wizard, and he patiently issued an ultimatum: "If you make any more inappropriate noises, you know what you will face."

After saying that, he casually smashed the Chaos Wizard to the other side.

This time the Dark Crusade has begun, and it will never end in such a humiliating way.

On the platform of the fortress where the Black Legion is stationed in the Eye of Terror, there are more magnificent ships, which are the legacy left by the demigod demon pilot Vashtor and have never appeared in the world.

This time he will use this unparalleled power to plunge the Imperial Regent's fleet into destruction!

"Go and gather our fleet, a new war has begun..."

The Chaos Warmaster issued new orders.

He hoped that the imperial regent could continue to pursue him, so that the other party would meet a tragic fate.

…

Macragge's Glory, bridge.

"...Your pitiful encirclement and suppression plan has failed...Your fleet will be destroyed by the attack of the Great Predator!"

The provocation from the Chaos Warmaster came clearly.

But such provocation failed to affect the pleasant atmosphere on the bridge.

The regent and the attendants even had smiles on their faces, smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

"My lord, Abaddon may have to mobilize the army..."

Felix said expectantly.

Guilliman nodded, quite satisfied with the current situation, feeling that everything was so in line with his own wishes.

The failure of the encirclement and suppression of Abaddon did not bring him much setback.

Originally, his attempt to encircle and suppress the Chaos Warmaster was just an attempt, and he didn't hold out much hope.

What's more, Brother Ron once said this about the Chaos Warmaster:

"That guy Abaddon won't die that easily. The Chaos God will protect him and resurrect him. And based on his record as a great loser, perhaps keeping him alive is the best result for the empire.

Otherwise, if Abaddon dies completely, the Chaos God will support a more threatening figure, just like Abaddon rose up immediately after the death of Horus.

That’s the bigger trouble…”

Guilliman was rather sorry.

Unfortunately, I didn’t record it at the time.

He should learn Brother Ron's method of recording at all times, otherwise sending that paragraph would probably cause mental trauma to the Son of Horus.

Although this siege failed to kill Abaddon, it was still an outstanding achievement.

The First Fleet destroyed an extremely large Chaos Fleet at an almost negligible cost.

This is also a commendable result in the entire Indomitable Crusade.

And, there is the possibility of another project succeeding.

Guilliman looked at Felix and ordered:

"Send a message to the Savior, asking him to pay attention to the Eye of Terror, and tell him that I will cooperate with his actions and try to buy as much time as possible..."

Soon, a communication message was sent from the Regent's Sanctuary. It crossed the hazy star field and arrived at the stars under the gaze of the giant black eye.

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The airspace near the Eye of Terror.

The bridge of the Dream.

Ron dozed on the sofa, feeling a little bored.

He has been waiting here for more than a month.

In this place of rich chaos, Slaanesh had an even greater influence on him, seriously harming his physical and mental health, to the point where he became a little weak.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded.

At the same time, Ron also noticed something and looked in the direction of the Eye of Fear.

"What the hell?"

His eyes widened.

within sight.

A huge object wrapped in thick chaotic clouds and vaguely flashing tentacles burst out of the Eye of Fear.

The object was more than a hundred kilometers long, much larger than the Leviathan Hive Mothership, and more than ten times the size of the Dream!