Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 492 God Killing Expedition (for subscription)

"Next."

"Next."

"Next."

  The crowd in the audience cheered.

  They roared hoarsely, shouting the same sentence with Loken.

  If there is no firewall, I am afraid that such strong emotions will stir up a terrifying storm in the subspace.

  Duel is a very primitive and backward entertainment.

  In this case, it can unite human beings like never before.

  Through a simple and rude way, it satisfies people's pride in this race and lets them know that human beings are not weak.

  Being human is the greatest gift of an invisible destiny to them.

   Abaddon bound by chains appeared in a highly anticipated situation.

   When he enters, the voice reaches a crescendo, then eerily quiets down.

  All eyes are on this traitor.

  Chief of the Sons of Horus, the Great Marauder, the successor of Horus, the leader of the Black Legion, and the Warmaster elected by the Chaos Gods.

  Every title is disgusting and hated.

  The people just watched the great traitor being dragged up, staring at each other with as much resentment as their eyes could express.

   Abaddon was once the most serious threat to the Imperium of Man.

  The degree of danger is even higher than that of Tyranids, Necrons, Green-skinned Orcs, etc.

  Anyone in the Empire knows this terrible guy.

  He planned one dark expedition after another, broke the Cadia fortress, and only one step away sent the empire and mankind to the road of destruction.

   During the Horus Rebellion, Istvan, Modo, Beta-Garmon and other major events all had him.

   It was even more active in the battle of Terra.

  Attack the Pluto star domain, capture the moon, and lead the ground war against Terra.

  Many heroes died tragically in the hands of Abaddon and became ghosts under his sword.

   More than a thousand years after Horus failed, he brutally killed the aged Sigismund.

   After that, many heroes fell under his sword one after another.

  Under the Primarch of Demons, Abaddon is the one that the empire wants to kill the most.

  The disgust of the people of the empire towards this traitor is beyond words.

  If eyes could kill, Abaddon might have already been cut into countless pieces.

  The guards dragged him up, very roughly, like pulling a wild animal.

  While pulling, he also drove away with a long halberd.

   No matter how Abaddon resisted, roaring would be useless.

  The Forbidden Army who has completed the implantation of the heart of the empire has a power far exceeding that of Abaddon.

   Abaddon still has various confinement devices on his body, it is impossible to resist the brutal power of these forbidden troops.

  After being dragged to the field, the flying servo skull slowly untied the restraint device on Abaddon's body, and injected a recovery potion into him, allowing the opponent to enter the peak state.

   This is Loken's request.

   To humiliate Abaddon to the maximum extent, in his prime, break his limbs and spine, leaving him slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.

   Loken turned around and looked at Abaddon who was untied and flexing his muscles.

  The former first company commander is still tall and majestic.

   Subspace gave this traitor a lot of blessings, even after more than 12,000 years, it still allowed him to maintain peak physical strength.

  The Terminator armor that had been with him for a long time was repaired and put on him.

  The Ultimate Armor is extremely large and can turn a person into a walking tank. However, this extra protection is at the cost of speed.

  During the period of the Great Crusade, space fighters wearing Terminator armor generally looked cumbersome and could only be used as assault units.

  Only Abaddon can rely on his great strength to wear Terminator power armor and be as agile as wearing standard power armor.

   Abaddon glared at Loken.

  The eyes did not hide their hatred and the desire to bite the opponent's throat.

  He knew what Loken wanted to do.

   This bastard, who should have died long ago, returned to the real universe with the help of that **** Guilliman.

   Use his despicable means to make himself kneel in front of him and become a stepping stone for him to gain honor and applause.

   Abaddon watched with his own eyes that Erebus, whose spine was broken, was sent down by those imperial troops.

   also heard those deafening cheers with my own ears.

  What a terrible humiliation for a warrior.

  Be defeated in public, and become the laughing stock of those mortals.

   Abaddon could hardly accept such a fate.

  He picked a long sword from the floating weapon rack.

   After waving it a few times, it feels about the same weight as the magic sword Drachanian.

  After being captured by Calgar, the magic sword was also taken by the empire.

  The only fortunate thing is that the Claw of Horus is still in his hand.

   Those in the empire did not dismantle this weapon that had drunk the blood of many heroes and emperors, but handed it over to Abaddon.

   "Don't even think about humiliating me." Abaddon, who was freed from the restraints, roared, and he ran forward like a savage terrifying monster, making a deafening roar.

  The claw of Horus in the hand is covered with deadly electric current.

   "What you say doesn't count, Ezekyle." Loken also rushed forward, his eyes showing hatred and fighting intent no less than Abaddon's.

  Thousands of years of grievances.

   He made a reckoning, took revenge for those who failed to return.

  The two began to fight with the bang of armor colliding.

  The fight between the two parties is like an old enemy with a sworn hatred.

  The charged claw swung towards Loken's head, but he bent down to dodge it.

   Abaddon showed a cruel smile.

   "This trick has always been tried and tested, Loken."

  The blow just now was just a feint, and Abaddon wanted to grab the edge of Loken's shoulder armor with his hand.

  As long as he catches it, he will knee up on it and teach the **** **** a lesson.

   Loken pushed forward with one elbow, pushed Horus' claw away, swung the hammer with one hand, and smashed it at Abaddon's waist.

  A set of movements is as smooth as running water.

   Abaddon took a few steps back with an ugly face.

"You think everyone is as brainless as you? Won't you learn your lesson?" Loken said in a deep voice, "After the battle in Istvan, I have imagined countless times how to break your trick. I have seen through you, Abaddon. Even without the infinite power hidden in this body, I can defeat you."

   "That's just a dream, you will never be able to defeat me." Abaddon took thunderous heavy steps and rushed up again.

  The heavy body clad in heavy armor easily crushed everything.

  The Great Marauder is rampaging, and the battlefield is full of rumbles.

   Loken stared at the death charge launched by his former brother against him.

  His gaze slowly became cold and indifferent, and entered a wonderfully calm state.

  All the muscles of this extraordinary body tensed under his will.

   "It's time for reckoning."

   "Welcome to become a member of the Shadow Moon Wolf."

   On the conscription field, Abaddon, who had just been promoted to first company commander, said to the recruits.

   "Your performance is outstanding, Garviel Loken, the tenth company will be handed over to you."

   On the battlefield of Ulano, Abaddon patted Loken on the shoulder, and together with Saiyanus, handed the appointment document signed by Horus to the joyful Loken.

   "Ulano is victorious, our genetic father has become the Warmaster, let us cheer for it."

  At the banquet, Abaddon raised his strong arms and cheered to all the Shadow Moon Wolves.

  All the shadow moon wolves knocked on the table, shouting the name of the wolf god.

  What a blissful moment it was.

   "For the honor of the Legion, Loken must not be cowardly. If you are really afraid, I will give you a bolter, so you can kill that idiot Lucius. Hahaha."

  When many legions gather, they will compete in the arena with the skills they have learned during this time.

   Abaddon will go with the Council of Four Kings and many fighting masters, striving to win honor for Horus.

   "You have become a member of the Council of Four Kings. As long as we work together, we can win more honor for the Son of Horus."

  Memories flashed in Loken's mind, making his hand holding the sword more firm.

   "I once regarded you as a brother." Loken moved his steps slightly, and assumed a fighting posture.

He looked at the roaring, frantic Abaddon and whispered in Corsonia, the secret language of their homeland: "The same blood once flowed in you and me, but you have turned your back on the fighting spirit of Corsonia. The sons of Corsonia were born in the wild, but never succumbed to the horrors of nature."

  How strong is the friendship of comrades-in-arms in the past, and the fruit of the tree of betrayal is as bitter as it is.

He will never forget the oath he made on Planet Isstvan III, and he will never abandon the oath he swore to strangle all traitors, and he will never betray the oath he once witnessed with Malcador the Magicweave and the Emperor. what has been said.

"I will defend the empire and dedicate my life for the future of mankind. I will resolutely fight against my former comrades-in-arms, and make a complete break with them. I will draw my sword and fight against the gods, even if I sink forever, there will be no relief. You don’t seek honor, you don’t need rewards and punishments, you have made an oath, and you will stick to it.”

   "Loken." Abaddon roared through gritted teeth.

   Loken went up to meet him, and raised his warhammer amidst the roar.

  The dancing electric arc lit up his face.

   Abaddon swung his sword and tried to block.

  The brutal force of the warhammer caused his long sword to come out of his hand when it hit, and even his hands were numb from the shock.

  The armor of the palm was shattered directly, and the flesh and blood were torn apart under the impact of huge force.

  Blood dripping.

   Loken seized the opportunity, jumped up, and with the help of the weight of the fall, the strength of his muscles and the blessing of the armor, his other hand slammed into Abaddon's face.

   "This punch is revenge for your betrayal."

   Abaddon tilted his head directly, and fragments of his skull flew out mixed with flesh and blood.

   "This punch is a mockery of your stupidity."

   Loken squatted down, and suddenly threw an uppercut. Abaddon's whole body flew up, and fell heavily to the ground again, his jaw was completely shattered.

  If it wasn't for the blessings of the Four Gods and the buffer of the Terminator's power armor, I'm afraid that Loken's entire head would have been smashed to pieces by this punch.

   Abaddon tried to get up.

   But Loken kicked him in the abdomen, and immediately rolled over.

   "Didn't you say that you chose the right path before? Ezekyle."

   Loken walked over, and when Abaddon wanted to support his broken body to stand up, he stepped on the opponent's head with one foot, exerting force suddenly, making it stick to the broken floor again.

   "Let your **** save you, Ezekel, show off the arrogance and arrogance you once had on Planet Isstvan III."

   "Loken." Abaddon was roaring. He tried his best to raise his head, but was repeatedly stepped on by Loken.

  If the opponent didn't control the strength, I'm afraid his head would be crushed alive.

   It's falling apart like a watermelon.

   "Think about your arrogance when you committed evil deeds in the solar system, and the rampant appearance when you attacked the palace. Look at you now, a piece of trash that anyone can step on."

   Loken's words seemed to be stinging, making Abaddon's eyes tear open, and he continued to let out low-pitched growls.

  He used every inch of his muscles to lift up Loken's steel boots with his face little by little.

  Every cell is screaming, operating with a force beyond their limit.

   "No matter how hard you try, you can't change the fact that you are an ant."

   Loken exerted all his strength, and Abaddon was pushed down again.

   There was even a crackling sound, directly crashing into the floor, splashing countless fragments.

  The helmet is deformed, and the face is stained with blood.

   "Kill me." Abaddon, who was trampled by Loken, whispered, he was sobbing, "Gavial, look at the brotherhood of the past, kill me."

  Such humiliation made Abaddon collapse.

  Loken showed an extremely cruel smile.

"I begged you to stop doing those things. Do you remember? Your answer is my answer now, Ezekyle. You will only suffer forever, and your humiliation will continue To a future where time ceases to exist, this is the price of betrayal."

   Loken stepped on Abaddon's head, raised his weapon towards the audience, and let out a deafening roar.

   "Victory."

   This sound is like turning on a certain switch.

  Everyone cheered.

   "Victory."

   "Victory."

   They were all screaming.

   Abaddon sobbed under the deafening cheers.

  If there is no betrayal, he will also enjoy such an honor.

   Worshiped by countless people, his statue will stand on Terra, and the history books of mankind will record how proud Abaddon from Corsonia achieved in the Great Crusade.

  Now, he is a pathetic, trampled traitor.

  People can only give him spit and abuse.

  The name of Abaddon symbolizes eternal shame.

  A teleported beam of light pierced through the sky and landed on the open space of the duel arena.

   Neatly, the imperial guards in golden armor came out from inside, and then the honor guard headed by Sicarius.

   Followed by two primarchs with noble faces.

  One is the Primarch of the Raven Guard-Corax.

  The other is Vulcan, the Primarch of the Salamanders.

  Sarokin and many Raven Guards who had recovered and returned had excited faces. After so many years, they finally saw their genetic father again, even if the other party no longer led them.

   But the reverence in their hearts will not disappear.

  Tulsa was already crying when Vulcan came out.

   When he heard the news of Vulkan's death, he fainted for a while.

  The same goes for the other Salamanders.

  If it weren’t for the fact that Vulkan already knew that for the sake of the stability of the empire and the future of mankind, he had publicly announced that he would no longer lead the Salamander Legion, nor would he accept the allegiance of any heirs.

   I'm afraid they would have rushed forward and offered their loyalty.

  People also stared dumbfounded at the two Primarchs coming out of the transmission beam.

   Tall, majestic, and charismatic, they look like true gods.

   Loken also opened his mouth wide. Compared to the time of the Great Crusade, the two Primarchs had better auras, making people feel a sense of fear that they dare not look directly at.

  He was a little apprehensive, not knowing that this duel would attract the attention of the Primarch.

  However, the person who came out next surprised everyone and Loken even more.

  The beam of light suddenly expanded, as if a giant was about to come from the other side, and the passage was too narrow.

  The teleportation light beam became brighter and brighter, making it difficult to see directly, and then dimmed, revealing a stalwart giant.

  The visitor did not wear a helmet, but only wore an exquisite laurel crown on his forehead.

  The noble face can be seen at a glance, and everyone who sees it feels that they have seen all the light and miracles in this world.

   Enough to make anyone pledge eternal loyalty at the first sight.

  People in the auditorium stood up one after another. They burst into tears and made the emblem of the Eagle Ceremony on their chests to express their respect to the person who came.

  Even people who saw it through the broadcast facilities did the same thing one after another.

  No one ordered them to do this.

   You don't need any commands to do this.

  The one who came was the holy emperor of the empire, the new lord of mankind, the supreme king who made the heavens and the universe submit to the rule of mankind.

   Horus shattered the emperor's dream, but the holy emperor reshaped a new dream for mankind, leading the confused people to firmly move towards that great ideal.

   Everyone will give their lives for the dream of the Holy Emperor, there is no doubt about it.

  Guilliman walked towards Loken under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people.

   "Long time no see, Loken."

   Loken was stunned, his shocked heart was like an ion storm in Corsonia, and it was difficult to calm down.

  He knew that the former number thirteen had taken over the duties of the emperor and became the lord of mankind. He had received more reverence and love than his own father.

   It was on the thirteenth that the empire was able to come back from a desperate situation, and even recall their long-lost creatures.

  I know I know, but it's the first time to meet so close.

   Loken suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart with great difficulty.

  Clumsily said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

   "There is no need to be restrained." Guilliman smiled, "You were not like this before."

   "You weren't a holy emperor before! You didn't have the power and majesty you have now." Many complicated thoughts floated in Loken's mind. After deliberating for a moment, he couldn't think of anything to answer, so he could only say respectfully again: "Your Majesty,"

"Okay, I won't tease you." Guilliman patted Loken on the shoulder, "Well done, but you have to let go of Abaddon, trample him to death, but you won't find another one Yes. I also hope to serve as a negative teaching material for those who want to take refuge in Chaos."

   Loken nodded and retracted his feet.

   A half-dead Abaddon is dragged away by the servo-skull.

   Abaddon saw that Guilliman wanted to say some hard words, but considering Guilliman's prestige, once he said hard words, he was afraid that countless fighters would demand a duel with him.

   When the time comes, it will inevitably be another humiliation.

  Thinking of this, Abaddon could only stare at Loken fiercely with hatred.

   "You won the victory, Loken. But now is not the time to award you the Medal of Honor, because your duel is just the prelude to another war. You can only get your own Medal of Honor after you win the war."

   "I don't seek honor." Loken said: It is already an extremely lucky thing to be able to return to the battlefield. "

   "You don't have to, but the Empire can't deny it." Guilliman said with a smile: "Come into the ranks of my guard first."

   Loken nodded, and stood side by side with Sicarius.

   Sicarius tilted his head slightly, glanced at Loken, and then straightened his body even more.

   "I speak to you, my people." Guilliman turned to the auditorium, showing a friendly smile. His voice was transmitted to all parts of the empire through the servo skull and relay equipment.

   "I don't have much to say, because you no longer need speeches to boost your morale. I am here to tell you that the time of reckoning has arrived."

   "The gods thought they could play and play with humans forever, and those shameful demons also thought that all the crimes they committed against humans would not be judged. But they were wrong, and all blood feuds will be paid."

  Guilliman's voice is not loud, but it has the power to penetrate the soul.

  Everyone listened to him.

"The rule of the gods will come to an end just like a dynasty, and everything that was once will be liquidated. Those troops in the solar system are assembled for this. Our swords will be aimed at the throats of the gods and demons. Go down and make them regret what they have done."

"The assembled fleet will be led by Vulkan to launch a god-killing expedition for liquidation and revenge. The demons of the subspace will know what an eye for an eye, blood for blood, all the crimes they committed against mankind, All will be paid for with eternal death."

  “I know there may be many sacrifices this time, but these sacrifices are precious and worthwhile. Every drop of blood shed by a hero will be the cornerstone of a great cause.”

  “In the distant future, some people may insult me ​​as stupid and arrogant, or they may praise my greatness and prophetic vision.”

  Guilliman raised one of his hands, like a person taking an oath.

   All eyes are on their king.

   They are not afraid of sacrifice.

   As long as the Holy Emperor orders, they can give everything.

   Even if it is burned like firewood, there will be no complaints or regrets.

  Guilliman looked around the crowd, his voice gradually became louder, and finally turned into a roar.

   "Humanity will declare war on the gods of chaos, we will declare death to those damned demons, and we will overthrow the palaces of the gods."

  The returnees such as Sarokin, Tulsa, Numen, and Torgaddon stared at Guilliman dumbfounded. What the other party shouted shocked them so much that their brains stopped.

   Loken, who was the closest, couldn't even say a word.

  He has witnessed the horrors of the Warp.

   knows the horror of the Chaos Gods.

  And now, Guilliman dared to launch a god-killing expedition to confront them openly.

  The many demon primarchs and traitors of the Atonement Astronomical Torch all screamed and slammed into the barrier of the cage frantically.

   Guilliman's arrogance was beyond their imagination.

   Declare war on the immortal gods, is he mad?

   Countless soldiers, civilians, followers of Mechanicus, knights, etc., all fell into a brief silence.

   Unimaginable blood flowed in their veins.

   "For the Holy Emperor, for mankind." I don't know who shouted the first sentence.

   Then there was an overwhelming shout, enough to shake the earth.

  The soldiers on the battleship also cheered.

   They are full of blood, and their hearts are full of fire.

  Even if you die in battle immediately, you won't have the slightest regret.

   Loken, Sarokin and other returnees couldn't help shouting.

  Guilliman watched the cheering crowd and said the last sentence, pushing the atmosphere to its climax.

   "Bring me back victory, warriors."

  (end of this chapter)