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Ezekiel and Liktor have left the main control room. They are gathering their personnel and preparing to make a defensive plan. They obeyed the orders, and did not feel that it was a disgrace to stay on the ship. Although he really wanted to follow in his footsteps and board the flagship of the **** traitor to fight, an order was an order.

However, what they didn't know was that He Shenyan's plan was crazy.

"How are we going to board, my lord?"

"It's very simple, hit it."

Insel looked at He Shenyan as if he didn't react. So He Shenyan said it again: "Let's hit it, Insel."

He reached out and patted the table, and the light curtain went out. He Shenyan said softly, "Do you know how fast the Vengeance can travel, Insel?"

The Chapter Master shook his head, a dazed expression on his face—they were at least millions of kilometers away from the Vengeful Spirit.

"It's faster than you can imagine, but that's not the point." He Shenyan said with a smile. "The point is, we'll run over like garbage. Any ship that gets in our way will be annihilated into useless space junk, and Abaddon will just hunker down in his ship and watch."

Insel couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you use teleportation, my lord?"

"Because I want to hear his prayers." He Shenyan said meaningfully. "I want him to pray to his gods a few more times."

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Abaddon thought he was used to the turbulence of the warp, but he still didn't expect this scene to happen.

Horus is on top.

What the **** is that?

Not long after he returned to the Spirit of Vengeance, he thought of finishing his plan in the Warp before completing his plan. To be precise, it was part of the plan. But things don't always go his way, even when he's favored by the four gods.

They were kicked out of the warp - should he use that adjective?

Abaddon didn't know, he couldn't find a better word to describe the loud noise and the strong drag. To make matters worse, his Astral Whisperers began to die in pieces just after returning to the material realm.

The way they die is different, only one thing is the same. Their eye sockets were scorched by golden flames. Abaddon, who came to the scene to see this scene in person, just had their bodies cleaned up and kept silent as to why this happened.

And this bad luck is far from over, the bird divination instrument frantically warned, and the driver's scream made Abaddon feel anxious like never before. But when he saw what the driver saw, he understood.

So Abaddon began to try to contact the Chaos Warband around him, one of which he knew was Karn's ship. He sent a communication signal, but the other party replied with a very vulgar common saying, and even drove away soon after he finished speaking.

And those other people who responded to him had nothing to say, and one of the Slaanesh followers who called themselves the Flayers yelled at him.

When he said that his 'thirteenth Black Crusade was a big joke, they killed a lot of people without even catching a fart', Abaddon ignored him. Just sent a small team of the Black Legion to his ship to tear him to pieces.

He doesn't care about people who can't understand his plans, and technically, there's only one thing he really cares about so far.

how to live.

Just as he sat on the Vengeful Soul Throne and was feeling overwhelmed, a Khorne devotee ran in. This isn't very common, although the Spirit of Vengeance is a mixed bag, and there are people who believe in anything. But this kind of thing is never left to the Khorne followers, and this guy who hurried in even had a nail in the back of his head.

Can he speak clearly? Abaddon was skeptical.

"Offensive—they—attack!" the guy roared inarticulately, drooling, and Abaddon watched vexatly. He almost couldn't help sneering: Look, that's why we'll never be able to kill that rotten empire completely.

He stood up, walked over to the guy, and waved the power claw that once belonged to his father. In the blood spatter, Abaddon called out a name: "Ushio."

A consciousness connected to his brain and whispered softly in it: What's the matter with you?

"In the end what happened?"

Ushio, the spirit of the vengeful spirit, the heart of the vengeful spirit. When she was alive, she was a maiden from Tizka, named Itzara. After her death, she first became Anamenesis—the core machine spirit of the battleship Terra Roque—and then, after merging with the new ship, gained new powers and personality.

She is the ship—the ship's hull is an extension of her body, the ship's armor is her tough skin, and the ship's ion furnace is her guts.

She was somewhere on the ship, inside a high-lifted life-sustaining tank, suspended in the icy blue liquid. Shaking gently in that artificial amniotic fluid, she spread her thoughts all over the ship through the machine connected to her exposed brain.

Ujio replied: Someone is attacking us.

"I know, **** it, of course I know about it! It's not like I can't see their **** blue energy beam!"

Abaddon roared in pain, and this feeling of not being able to grasp anything reminded him of something bad: "Tell me something I don't know!"

So Uchio showed him a picture.

In that deep and dark universe, a huge ship across the vacuum was heading towards them. It seems slow, but it is fast. It does not fire and resists any attack. Heading straight for the Spirit of Vengeance, the massive rams on the front of the ship crushed any ships that stood in its way.

Countless artillery bombarded its shield, the kind of pale blue shield Abaddon had never seen before, absorbing all the torpedoes and missiles, and they didn't even make a mark on its silver hull.

There are also many destroyers that try to approach it with their own speed and then engage in jumping gang battles, but they are so powerless against the planet-sized ship. Not to mention approaching, even if it is rashly approaching a little bit, it will be completely annihilated by the huge kinetic energy brought by it.

Worse than being crushed into space junk by rams—they leave nothing behind.

In this situation, there is no doubt that this battleship and its captain are showing one thing with their actions: I only want the Vengeful Spirit.

Abaddon opened his eyes, his facial muscles trembling and his eyes were splitting.

What are your orders?

Ujio's voice was still so soft, she didn't seem to realize what it meant that the ship was sailing towards them. Abaddon wanted to say something, but a sharp pain from his scalp stopped his thoughts.

When the pain subsided, he called, "Urgio?"

The spirit did not answer.

An ominous premonition began to grow stronger: "Ujio?"

There was still no answer, and then, an unfamiliar voice sounded in his mind. A man's face suddenly appeared in front of him, with a cold smile: "Hello, Marauder, Warmaster, son of Horus. First meeting, I wish you... good health?"

"What should I call you? Forget it, just call you Abaddon." He smiled and shook his head. "You have so many titles."

"......Who are you?"

"I'm a poor man," the man replied nonchalantly. "Do you want to know why I came to you?"

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, Abaddon suddenly realized, and then he gritted his teeth: "You are the captain of that ship?!"

The man didn't answer, as if Abaddon's words were completely insignificant, he said something completely unrelated to Abaddon's words, in a commanding tone: "I want you to start praying, Abaddon."

There was a golden flame in his eyes, and Abaddon felt cold all over just by looking at it. He was all too familiar with the flame—he had gazed long at the star torch before he betrayed it.

Who the flames belonged to was self-evident.

"Go on praying, Abaddon, remember, don't stop for a moment. Pray to your gods, chant each of their names, kill your crew and your men, and lay their corpses out there Four **** would love the look...and start praying!"

The man roared and said: "Because from now on, whether you are hiding in the world or in the warp, I will hunt you down all the time. I will kill all your men, anyone who dares to Anyone who follows you or stops me will die! Until no one dares to follow you again! I will burn down the planet you control, and scorch every piece of land you hold! Destroy everything on it!"

"Until you become a beggar with nothing! When that happens, I will not let you go! I will chain you and whip you to escape! You will lose any so-called glory, and even forget your own name! But even if you become an idiot, I won't stop! Unless your gods answer you and give me what I want! Listen! Abaddon, listen and remember my every word!"

"Run! If you can! Scream and pray to them and let me see if the gods you believe in will come to save you!"

At the end of the communication, Abaddon fell on the steps below the throne, his face pale. At the same time, a piercing siren sounded from the Spirit of Vengeance.

He knew that the ship could no longer move.

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He Shenyan did not do any pre-war mobilization - he just broadcast the conversation between himself and Abaddon in front of three hundred Astartes.

It worked better than anything, and the mage gave them a satisfied look with a cold smile, then exhaled expectantly.

come on.

The evil **** of the warp? Playing with people's hearts and reality? Let me see if you guys can save this idiot. I'll wait and see.

He laughed silently.