Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Asmodai proved his talent in interrogation. Even if the target of the interrogation was a crazy and chaotic cultist, he could get a highly credible intelligence in just a few days.

"Lord Efilar, Abaddon is still on the Spirit of Vengeance. The battle on Vigilant Planet has brought his dark army to the brink of collapse. The great demons think he is an incompetent commander. It was his weakness that led to the defeat of Vigilant Planet. So he doesn't have many supporters around him at present. The Spirit of Vengeance only carries a small number of the Black Legion's followers."

In the office of the headquarters, Asmodai reported the intelligence he had obtained to Efilar.

After telling all the information he had learned, Asmodai paused and then suggested,

"My lord, given the current situation, I think as long as our attack is fast and powerful enough, we can directly attack the Spirit of Vengeance, cut off the head of the Dark Warlord Abaddon, and then evacuate safely before the Chaos forces in the Warp react."

Aiferal nodded, "This is indeed feasible. With our current strength, we are enough to raid the Spirit of Vengeance and completely kill the Dark Warlord."

The words of the two people attracted a lot of echoes. Every loyal soldier had imagined that one day he would be able to execute the Dark Warlord with his own hands, cut off his head, and gain an unparalleled achievement for the Emperor and the Empire.

Now, such a great opportunity is right in front of them, how can they not be tempted.

For a long time in the past, Abaddon was the most troublesome enemy for the Empire.

The Dark Warlord launched a total of thirteen Black Expeditions against the Empire.

The previous Black Expeditions had little effect. Although they caused huge casualties, they were not enough to cause serious damage to the Empire.

But in the twelfth war in the Gothic sector, Abaddon took the Blackstone Fortress and destroyed many star systems with the help of the Blackstone Fortress.

In the thirteenth expedition, the Cadian Gate was captured, and the curse traces crossed the galaxy.

In these wars, the name Abaddon also has his own unique meaning-as long as the dark warlord exists for one day, it means that he has the ability to unify the chaotic and disordered demons.

Under his leadership, the demons who do not know what unity is will condense into a terrifying chaos wave, hitting the vital points of the empire again and again until mankind is destroyed by him.

Any loyal person cannot tolerate the existence of the dark warlord in the galaxy every minute and every second.

Without much thinking, Efilar and many officials of the command center made up their minds to personally put an end to this traitor who has troubled the empire for ten thousand years.

If he can offer Abaddon's head to Dukel, it will be a glory that will be passed down for generations.

In the warp, huge evil torrents are surging.

In fact, it is no accident that Ephilar can find Abaddon's traces.

The Emperor declared war on the gods in the warp. The eternal emperor of mankind dragged the gods on the eternal battlefield with his own strength.

To this day, the four gods can only devote a small part of their energy to interfere with the material universe and the spiritual realm.

Their control is no longer as good as before.

In contrast, the threat brought by Dukel is increasing day by day.

The Imperial Warmaster Dukel and his crazy virtual plan are like a huge mouth of the abyss that can never be filled, swallowing everything in the warp.

And his plan is still expanding, and there is great progress every day. The Imperial Warmaster is unifying the entire human empire with an absolutely strong iron fist.

All traitors will be destroyed. Under his will, mankind is getting rid of murder and betrayal.

The will of mankind was reunited and was driven by madness. The trauma caused by the Void Realm to the Warp was becoming increasingly profound.

Such a result frightened the gods. If left alone, all great beings could foresee what a terrible ending it would be.

Therefore, when the Dark Warmaster Abaddon failed, the gods did not punish him as he expected.

On the contrary, the demons under the command of the Four Gods were all rushing towards the Soul of Vengeance.

More and more demons joined the Black Crusade. They whipped the demons, quieted the noisy demon group, and maintained basic order.

However, in the consciousness of low-level demons, there was no concept of obedience.

Even if they might be killed directly by the demons, they were still in a mess, indulging in the desire for destruction all day long.

In addition, a large number of Chaos fleets were also coming. In addition to the old imperial giant ships of the Chaos War Gang, there were also a large number of alien ships involved in the Warp.

Plague Ark, Bloodthirsty Warship, etc., huge Chaos warships span the void, and even those demon forge worlds are continuously transporting various terrible demon engines.

When Abaddon's Vengeful Spirit received these support messages, the Dark Warmaster completely got rid of the shadow of failure. He was full of vigor again, with a bloodthirsty and ruthless smile on his face.

With the support of these armies, he will start the 14th Dark Expedition, which will be an unprecedented wave of terror.

This time, Abaddon is determined to completely destroy the corrupt empire.

The Warp is an ocean formed by the gathering of soul thoughts, eternal and vast.

Countless great civilizations have tried to understand it, analyze its secrets, and gain the power to rule everything from it.

From the elusive ancient saints, to the elegant and gorgeous Eldar, to the humans of today.

The overlords of the galaxy alternate in reincarnations, but no civilization can succeed. No matter how great the race is, they have never truly glimpsed the nature of subspace.

No one can know where the beings in the subspace that are older than the gods are hiding.

For this mysterious place parallel to the material realm, some people call it heaven, or the highest heaven.

All living things depend on the subspace for their existence, but they are also afraid of it.

But at this time, a small fleet of ships was sailing leisurely in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Like a small boat on the violent sea, it shuttles through the violent storm, but there is never the danger of capsizing.

It shuttled through the dark but colorful subspace. The violent and raging subspace storms and looming ferocious demons just wandered around the ship, and then retreated.

It seemed as if the inside of this inconspicuous ship contained existences more evil and dangerous than them.

Plasma flames are ejected from the rear of the battleship to provide huge power to the battleship.

On the front of the ship is carved an untainted human skull.

"Everything will come to an end." On the deck of the ship, Horus stood there, looking unabashedly at the mysterious depths of the subspace.

This move was extremely dangerous for a mortal, but it could not waver Horus in the slightest.

"What I opened is the future, and that door will be left in the past."

When Horus' companions asked him if he really wanted to open the Gate of Moroch, Horus answered their confusion with this.

Such an answer made them laugh loudly. Even the tall and majestic Primarch was no different from ordinary people in this aspect. He always liked to make some mysterious insinuations to make this matter easier to understand.

Horus did not understand the laughter of these companions, but he did not deliberately stop it. He did not care that his friends made fun of him.

It is very easy to gain the trust of Horus. The original body does not care about the status of the other party. As long as he recognizes that the other party is qualified to be his companion, then the other party will become his companion.

Horus was always very tolerant of those he recognized as companions.

"Compared to me personally, the future of the galaxy is more important, friends." Horus said,

Along with the roar of the ship's engine, the energy field rubbed against the subspace storm, making a huge whine.

Horus turned his head and looked at his companions,

"I want to see the future, not the future that will happen, but the future that is changed by my own hands. The empire is old and exhausted, but it will be great again. Dukel has set up his flag, and mankind has once again conquered Across the world, the power of mankind is gathering together again, but I must stop him."

"I can't just watch as people's pursuit of hope brings them to the ruins of destruction. I will make this universe regain its vitality instead of nothingness. The glory of mankind will be completely restored and become more glorious, and then I will See it all happen.”

Horus's emotions were sincere, and everything he said came from his heart. In fact, no matter where he was, his love for humanity and the Empire was no less than anyone else.

But his companions also seem to have their own pursuits.

"As long as you can fight!!!" The second companion of Horus roared angrily.

The other three companions ignored this stupid guy.

They imitated Horus and gazed at the Sea of ​​Souls without hesitation, just as people could imitate their own example out of respect.

What is beyond ordinary people's expectations is that they looked directly into the subspace, but were not harmed in any way. Even in their common gazes, the sea of ​​souls in front of them gradually calmed down, as if they were afraid of something.

They watched quietly, and before their eyes and those of Horus, an illusion seemed to appear, as if everything Horus imagined was happening in reality.

Pale sickly thunder flashed through the storm in the highest sky, and after a loud sound, there was endless silence.

"Horus, have you seen it? They are chanting your name and praising your great achievements!"

The fourth of the companions of Horus, staring at the glorious vision, shouted with her voice like a silver bell.

"Yes, I saw it too," Horus said. He was still looking at the Sea of ​​Souls, but everything that happened in the illusion still made his heart surge.

"They love you, Horus. You did everything right and they love you!"

The first companion also shouted to him, and when this cry rang out, Horus heard the sound of adulation like waves, which was loud enough to swallow up the tsunami of the sea of ​​souls.

"But they don't know me." Horus said modestly.

"No matter what, they all love you deeply, and it was you who saved them."

The first companion continued to respond, he was smart and every word he said was carefully thought out.

Horus laughed happily when he heard this.

"Come, Horus, look, what a vibrant crowd, how fertile and vigorous, how happy they are! These are all brought to them by You!"

The third companion said with a smile, and the other three companions were also infected by his joy and led Horus into the shadows in the belly of the ship.

"What a beautiful sight," exclaimed Horus.

"It's so beautiful." A fourth companion echoed him.

The second man held the ax and said nothing, but still looked angry.

Horus looked at them. These were the brothers he met after he set out to the Gate of Morocco to seek wealth for his clone brothers. They were the warriors who followed him along the way.

What surprised him was that these four people had all told him their names, but he couldn't remember them.

He had tried many times, but each time he quickly forgot.

Until now, he was a little embarrassed to ask their names again.

The first one is a scholar wearing a light blue robe. He has a sarcastic temperament and likes to write and draw on books with a quill pen. His eyes always seem to be thinking about plotting against others.

Horus met him in a world that was said to represent destiny, and exchanged nine priceless crystals for the other party's assistance.

The second one was an ugly warrior, wearing armor as red as blood. His nose was collapsed as if he had been punched hard. His whole body was covered with scars, as if he had been abused. In this man's heart, anger was always burning.

Horus fought with him on a bloody planet. After eight days and eight nights of duel, he finally gained the other party's recognition.

The third one is a fat rogue trader. He weighs much more than the other three combined, but underneath his thick body is a heart that is always happy.

This rogue trader also has extraordinary abilities and prefers antiques that have passed through the ages. Horus met him in the world of death and gained his allegiance with seven rust-green gold coins.

While Horus was thinking.

The fourth companion interrupted his thoughts, and he felt a pair of slender and silky hands slip into his.

"Horus." This is a stunningly beautiful person wearing purple gauze. Her beauty transcends gender. At this moment, she is chanting the name of the original body in a hoarse and seductive voice.

"They and I all admire you, you are our hero!"

Horus became numb at this moment. He stared blankly at the other person's dream-like and beautiful face. He saw the other person's face sparkling with brilliance, his hair being braided into a perfect shape, and his eyes lighting up with joy. Light.

Horus turned his head, forcing himself not to look directly at the other person.

Horus and his four companions continued to be immersed in the beautiful vision of the future, but at this moment, thousands of discordant golden lights suddenly penetrated into the vision.

Horus narrowed his eyes unconsciously, but his companions were cowering at this moment, acting like a group of children who had been caught doing something wrong.

Horus did not blame them for such a miserable appearance. In this golden light, even he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, let alone his companions.

They withdraw from the illusion.

Is this the future? Something seems wrong?

Horus instinctively felt a hint of disharmony, but he couldn't express it, let alone what it was.

"Horus, I sensed a call." Suddenly, the scholar in blue robe said to him.

"What is that?" asked the Primarch.

"Thousands of powerful surges are gathering in the same direction in the depths of the Sea of ​​Souls. That is where Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is, and the Black Legion is calling them."

The scholar answered honestly.

"Horus, I remember you once mentioned that Abaddon was once your most trusted son. Don't you want to meet him again after a long separation?" The beauty on the side said just right at this moment, her voice as beautiful as ever.

Did I mention this? Horus frowned.

But he didn't pay too much attention because he often forgot some things recently, for example, he couldn't even remember the names of these four people.

"He is not now." He replied coldly.

But after thinking for a moment, he continued, "Let's go meet him. I need to get my weapons back and the Spirit of Vengeance."

"fighting!!!"

The second companion, the ugly red-armored warrior shouted.