Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 390 Abaddon: The Dark Crusade isn't even started yet and it's already hot!

Regent Sanctuary, Observation Deck.

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

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

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

He ordered all the reconnaissance fleets to search the hazy star field for nearly a month, but found nothing.

Now, the enemy that they had been searching for so long finally arrived at their base camp like a lamb among wolves.

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

The dark and hideous warship, which was several times larger than a battleship, made Guilliman alert.

He could sense the presence of Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos, within.

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

Felix came over and reported.

He couldn't help but straighten his back. Now it was finally his time to play a role.

The adjutant couldn't help laughing.

The Chaos fleet led by Abaddon broke into the Dalova system without warning and was about to enter the center of the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet's station area, and was completely surrounded.

In this situation, you don't even need to build a formation, you can concentrate fire on the enemy with your eyes closed.

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

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

Perhaps the plan of cooperating with the Ron brothers needs to be changed. It is not cost-effective to launch a feint attack under this situation.

If Abaddon could be buried here, it would be a good result.

The airspace in front of the observation deck.

The fierce gun muzzles of the dark and ferocious warships gradually died down, just like the chaotic fleet that rushed in and broke in, and it wilted all of a sudden.

On the Planet Killer.

The bridge fell silent, the Chaos Warriors' cheering postures froze in place, even their cheers and roars were blocked in their throats.

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

"Isn't the Imperial Regent in Bar? How come he is here?!"

Abaddon's scarlet eyes trembled wildly, and his hoarse voice had a slight tremor.

He looked at the overwhelming human fleet in the airspace, the little points of light it emitted were so dazzling.

The number of warships of the Imperial Regent is almost nine times that of its own Chaos Fleet!
All this made the Chaos Warmaster's body tremble uncontrollably.

Regardless of how the Imperial Regent arrived here, the error in intelligence led to disastrous consequences, and the Black Legion's army fell into the encirclement of the Imperial fleet.

Fear is uncontrollable.

Even the most terrifying and ferocious beast would feel a little fear if it suddenly found itself surrounded by hunters.

What's more, the hunter's name is Robert Guilliman, a powerful Primarch, Regent of the Empire, and the brother of his father Horus, with a great reputation!
"Damn the fake emperor's biological son, those corpse worshippers are so lucky!"

Abaddon was distressed.

Fate should be on the side of the great predator!
He had just announced the start of the Fourteenth Dark Crusade to the Chaos Alliance and the forces within the Eye of Terror, declaring his grand ambition in an unstoppable manner.

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

I am facing the danger of my life.

If the plan completely fails, he, the Chaos Warmaster, will probably lose all his dignity and become a joke.

At that moment, Abaddon felt hopeless and even wanted to have a good "talk" with the Imperial Regent and Primarch of the Ultramarines.

Perhaps I can give up some of the interests of chaos to get a chance to leave here.

The Blood Scythe of the Great Plunderer can tear apart the empire, and naturally it can also be used to swing at those mysterious creatures in the warp.

He believed that the wise Primarch, the Regent of the Empire, could make the most beneficial choice for the Empire based on all these judgments.

But Abaddon rejected such an idea.

His dignity as a great plunderer and 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 bones of the original body to clone Horus in an extremely blasphemous way, giving him great power.

But he still led the World Reapers to defeat Horus, and personally stabbed his opponent's chest with his claws.

End it.

"I am not a foolish Horus. I know what I am doing. The great journey of the Great Plunderer will not end here..."

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

His gloomy face revealed a hint of ferocity.

If there is an opportunity in the future, I wouldn't mind if this weapon was stained with the blood of the Imperial Regent.

hum~
A red light lit up from behind.

Abaddon walked back. A blood-well-like building was placed in the center of the bridge, and twisted rune locks could be seen all around it.

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, fetid place is a crimson eight-pointed star array that runs through the floor of the room.

The crimson light illuminated the chains with bloody amulets hanging on them, and also illuminated the squirming body trapped in the chains and shrouded in rotten robes.

These oracles were fixed firmly on the spikes, and they kept whispering and hissing.

These spirits, which seemed to come from purgatory, were filled with subspace energy, and the chaotic energy emanating from them was enough to terrify any warrior.

But Abaddon did not react at all. He just hoped to get the answer he wanted.

"Warmaster, are you seeking a sign..."

The black-robed wizard bowed respectfully to his master with hoarse breathing.

Abaddon's eyes were cold:
"You shouldn't play dumb. I don't have time. You know what I want. Show me!"

He wants an answer.

That is whether he can use the power of chaos to break through the weak point of the Imperial Fleet and get a chance to breathe.

Abaddon clearly understood his own value. He knew that the Chaos Gods needed him and the Black Legion, and would not stand idly by.

At the Warmaster's command.

The black-robed wizard chanted 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 in the vibration.

The rotten oracles trembled in the spiked grooves, and the outlines of their twitching bodies became blurred, as if countless faces were floating in their bodies.

Those faces were opening their mouths to narrate something.

The eight-pointed star formed a new image in the distortion, constantly changing in the glare:
The galaxy burned, Chaos warships lay engulfed in flames, and corpses littered the stars.

The double-headed eagle tore through the shadows, and the faceless figures moved forward in unison until they were faced with a pitch-black body.

The golden giant sword pierced the body of the Dark One, turning him into ashes in pain.

Abaddon watched these scenes, his face like a grim mask.

He pointed at the image with the golden giant sword and made it float in front of him.

The faint wails formed a painful melody.

Suddenly, the blood sickle claw blade crushed the picture and shattered it completely.

"That is not the fate of the great predators."

Abaddon said expressionlessly: "The manipulators of chaos, the terrifying desires, are always bluffing. Give me a definite answer before I regret it."

He just finished speaking.

The images began to spin like stars, and all the images shattered, forming the stars of Darova, and a raging storm vortex appeared in one area.

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

In the void-scarred land of Nak'mond, it is easier for the Chaos Gods to project their power.

Abaddon got the answer and immediately turned and walked out.

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

boom! ! !
As Abaddon emerged from the chamber, the bridge began to shake violently, with alarms and roars ringing 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 ship after Chaos ship.

Those ugly chaos-corrupted creatures burned in flames.

Just one round of concentrated fire caused the Chaos fleet to lose one-tenth of its warships, and they were simply unable to launch an effective counterattack.

This is a war of unequal strength.

Abaddon's huge figure walked on the violently shaking floor as if it were flat ground, without any panic.

"Everyone break out!"

He issued several orders in succession, ordering all fleets to protect 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 line, firmly blocking the flagship of the great plunderer.

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

The shelling continued.

Every moment, the outer Chaos warships were reduced to wreckage and rotten meat.

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

Abaddon looked at all this with a broken heart, and he felt even more hatred towards the Imperial Regent.

This Chaos Fleet is a direct army loyal to him, an elite force accumulated over ten thousand years.

Now, they are being buried here in batches! The Chaos warships are covering the Planet Killer and approaching the designated area little by little, and the Regent seems to have discovered this.

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

The war has become more intense, and the Chaos fleet's lines are crumbling.

Abaddon stared at the star map closely. 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.

Amid the roar of artillery fire, the Planet Killer led the remaining dozens of warships to the area predicted by the Chaos Gods.

This Chaos Fleet has only one ship left, and is almost in a desperate situation.

However, nothing happened.

Abaddon's face turned gloomy.

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

He looked at the rapidly approaching Macragge's Glory and suddenly drew out the Chaos Sword. Countless demon faces were wailing on the gray ship's blade.

His hoarse and gloomy voice came out:

"World-stealers, prepare to board the ship. Follow me to tear apart the body of the false emperor's son!"

In this situation now, I can only fight to the death.

Killing the Imperial Regent and seizing the Macragge's Glory might give them a glimmer of hope.

This Chaos Warmaster claims that he is no less powerful than the Primarch, and is not afraid of any duel.

Inspired by Abaddon, the Chaos Warriors drew their weapons, roared loudly, 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 broken, as if some invisible hand was stirring the space and making it chaotic.

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

This made the Imperial Fleet's attack difficult.

All the shipborne weapons attacks seemed to be swallowed up and transferred to an unknown evil space.

That is the influence that the Chaos Gods have joined forces to exert on the real space. To achieve this, a large amount of evil energy is needed.

But it's all worth it.

The Warp Storm prevented the Imperial Regent from making a fatal 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 he once said:
The beings of the Warp are neither allies nor masters of the Black Legion, and they cannot grant the warriors the final victory they seek.

The nature of those chaotic beings, like their unpredictable kingdoms, is extremely dangerous to those who blindly follow them or kneel down in submission.

But for a strong-willed warrior, it is an abundant resource that requires no reward.

Simple surrender will only lead to slavery, but if you have the power to fight back and inflict harm on the other party.

Then everything can be discussed.

This is the eternal truth.

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

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

He will mobilize more troops, inflict greater damage on the Imperial Regent, and completely crush the Indomitable Crusade's attempt in the Hazy Star Region.

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

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

hum~
A wave of chaotic fel energy was transmitted, carrying the provocation of the Chaos Warmaster:
"Fake Emperor, your pathetic encirclement plan has failed. Chaos still has the upper hand in the Misty Star Region. Your fleet will be destroyed by the attack of the Great Predator..."

Abaddon seemed to be able to imagine the Imperial Regent feeling furious on the other side.

No one can bear to lose a victory that is within reach.

"Warmaster!"

Suddenly, a black-robed wizard floated over hurriedly.

He seemed to have sensed new information, his pupils shrank into needles, and he was a little panicked: "A new omen has appeared. We should abandon all this and return to the Eye of Terror..."

"shut your mouth!"

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

It seemed as if the blood sickle would pierce the opponent's chest in the next second.

For some reason, he has been encountering many obstacles recently.

He had just about attacked Daroi and started the Fourteenth Dark Crusade when he had run into the enemy's base camp, and now he had the chance to strike back, issuing bold statements to his enemies.

The wizard said that he had to leave everything behind and returned to the Eye of Terror in shame.

He even suspected that there was some existence deliberately working against him and disturbing the trajectory of his destiny in some way.

"Perhaps it's the unpredictable conspiracy master. That guy loves to stir up trouble the most."

Abaddon thought grimly.

"I saw my destiny, returning to the Eye of Terror is the best..."

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

But the next moment.

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

"Wizard, I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Fate cannot make the great plunderer surrender..."

Abaddon's voice reached the Chaos Sorcerer's ears, patiently issuing a final ultimatum: "If you make any inappropriate noise again, you know what will happen to you."

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

This time the dark expedition has begun, and it will never end in such humiliation.

There are even more magnificent warships on the forge fortress platform of the Black Legion’s base in the Eye of Terror. They are the legacy left by the demigod demon pilot Vashtor that has never been seen in the world.

This time he will mobilize this unparalleled force to bring destruction to the Imperial Regent's fleet!

"Go, gather our fleet, a new war begins..."

The Chaos Warmaster has issued new orders.

He hoped that the imperial regent would continue to pursue him so that he would meet a tragic fate.

……

Macragge's Glory, bridge.

"...Your pathetic encirclement plan has failed...your fleet will be destroyed by the attack of the Great Predator!"

The Chaos Warmaster's challenge came clearly.

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

The Regent and his attendants even had smiles on their faces, smiles that came from the heart.

"My Lord, I'm afraid Abaddon will 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 wishes.

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

Originally, his encirclement and suppression of the Chaos Warmaster was just an attempt, and he did not hold out much hope.

Moreover, Brother Ron once commented on the Chaos Warmaster:

“That guy Abaddon won’t die so easily. The Chaos God will protect him and resurrect him. And based on his record as a great loser, perhaps letting him live is the best outcome for the Empire.

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

That’s the bigger problem.”

Guilliman was quite regretful.

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

He should learn from Brother Ron's method of keeping records at all times, otherwise sending that message might cause mental trauma to the Son of Horus.

Although this encirclement and suppression failed to successfully kill Abaddon, it was still an outstanding achievement.

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

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

Moreover, it may also contribute to the success of another plan.

Guilliman looked at Felix and said:
"Send a message to the Savior, asking him to keep an eye on 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 Sanctuary, crossing the hazy star field and reaching 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 off on the sofa, feeling a little bored.

He has been waiting here for more than a month.

In this place of dense Chaos, Slaanesh's influence on him was even greater, severely damaging his physical and mental health, to the point where his body became a little weak.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded.

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

"What the hell?"

His eyes widened.

within sight.

A huge object wrapped in thick chaotic mist and with tentacles faintly visible crashed out from the Eye of Terror.

The object was over a hundred kilometers long, much larger than the Leviathan hive mothership, and ten times the size of the Dream!
(End of this chapter)