The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The latest website: "We should stick to the virtues formed by the Legion since its establishment, and help the warriors to recognize themselves and resist evil. We need to fulfill our duties, admonish the Primarch with goodness and rationality, and urge them to always be fair and honest. Wisdom.... In the past, we have seen the galaxy too simply, believing that there is an insurmountable wall between good and evil, and Terenceus taught us the lesson: good and evil There is only a thin line, and anyone can cross this line on a specific occasion, even us! If one day, we fall into some kind of blind self-confidence, thinking that we can never fall into evil, what we say and do All is right—that means we have lost the ability to discern between good and evil, and that we are not far from the fall.”

Looking at the oath once engraved on the silver medal of the gibbous moon, Abaddon remembered the eyes of the person who said this, and couldn't help but fall into the memory of the past for three days.

Then, when he left the private room, he was once again the Avenger, the Marauder, and the Warmaster.

Pulling his thoughts out of his memories, Abaddon said to the war blacksmith in front of him:

"I need to take some time to figure out some things, and we won't have any big events until those things are figured out."

"If this is your arrangement, I have no problem with it."

"By the way, what is your origin now?"

Baben Fak froze for a while, then shook his head and responded in a low voice:

"It's still the same way. Even if the Legion is broken, he won't give him a glance. The last time I saw him was four hundred years ago."

Abaddon stretched out his hand and put it on the other's shoulder.

"Brother, the era of the Primarch is over, we will create our own era!"

Baben Falk didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Then, Abaddon turned around and looked at the people outside the circle.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my friend, the war blacksmith Baben Falk. We fought side by side in the Great Crusade."

Saying that, he raised his finger and pointed at Crannon.

"This is the leader of the Crimson Slaughter, Kranon the Heartless, and you must have heard of his name."

Looking at Crannon, Baben Fack raised his chin with slight contempt.

"Good to meet you, ruthless, may that dreadful curse pass away from you."

Cranon grinned and showed his sharp teeth, and replied without any kindness:

"May the steel in you never rot, warsmith."

Abaddon introduced a few more people, all of whom were mercenaries or allies hired by him, and then his fingers stopped in the direction of Gar Mozejie.

"That's Huron's representative, called Gar Mozejie, and he has made a lot of credit for this battle."

"Huron's people?"

Paben Fak looked at Gar Mozejie, then shook his head.

"You used to be from the Empire, right?"

Among Chaos Space Marines, this questioning is almost insulting, especially for those warriors who have defected from loyal Chapters. Zejie's contempt.

At least he was polite to Kranon, but Gar Mozejie was undoubtedly a minor character in his eyes.

Gar Mozejie clenched his gauntlets, but he had a natural smile on his face.

"I have found my way back and embrace the truth of the galaxy."

Baben Falk snorted softly and said nothing.

In this way, Abaddon's encounter with the War Blacksmith ended, and the two sides parted ways, with Abaddon returning to his lair in the Eye of Terror, while the War Blacksmith moved on to his next loot.

But the two sides agreed to make a big move together in the near future.

Not long after Abaddon returned to Spirit of Vengeance, he received an interview request from Gar Mozejie.

Five hours later, on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon looked at Gar Mozejie, who had succumbed at his feet, his expression unwavering.

"Huron is my ally, and for the time being, my good brother—"

Abaddon suddenly sighed, absently bending the claws in his hands.

"...We burned the oath paper in front of the altar of the gods and concluded a covenant under the watchful eyes of the gods, but you have to betray him and let me betray him, which makes me very embarrassed."

Gar Mozejie pressed his forehead against the cold floor and said in a low voice:

"I just want to serve the true lord of the Eye of Terror."

"Ha, I can understand, but not to mention Huron himself, a capricious villain, what do you think your worth is? Although Eggothermo is dead, you must understand that there is no shortage of wizards around me, I Just beckon, whether it's on the Wizarding Star or anywhere else, there are a lot of wizards who are much stronger than you who are willing to join me, even Ahriman...I have enough chips to make He does things for me."

"Warmaster, I am—"

"You are a descendant of the Second Legion."

Abaddon interrupted Gar Mozej.

"Ahriman has told me."

Afterwards, the Chaos Warmaster smiled lightly.

"The dead seed of a vanished legion is of little value in my eyes. You must understand this, the second legion is nothing to be rare, just like Qianzi, a fragmented legion no matter how brilliant the past is, in the face of reality. They are all worthless, not to mention that you are not even a thousand sons."

"What about the two—"

Before he finished speaking, Abaddon suddenly grabbed Gar Mozejie's neck with his hand without claws.

"You mean the Eleventh Legion?"

This was the first time that Gar Mozejie showed surprise in front of Abaddon. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"I just thought there was something wrong with Soshyan and the Astral Knights, but the battle report from Einglaspeier allowed me to finally confirm this matter, which is why you are still alive after saying those words just now. ."

Abaddon smiled at Gar Mozej, then raised his paw, and a holographic image appeared in the paw, the face of Soshyan Alexei.

"I've seen Soshyan, do you believe it?"

"what--"

"Or rather, I saw his face a long time ago... In Fabius' filthy laboratory, I also killed the owner of that face with my own hands."

Gar Mozejie's eyes widened, and he finally realized what Abaddon meant.

"So--"

Abaddon shook his head, let go of his hand, and threw Gar Mozejie back to the ground.

"Sorry, I haven't met you, so I know you hate Soshyan very much, but...you probably won't be able to surpass him in your life."

Gar Mozejie gritted his teeth, unable to say a word.

"What? Not convinced?"

Abaddon smiled and hooked his paw at each other.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance to beat me, then I'll accept you naturally."

"This--"

Gar Mozejie was stunned~www.readwn.com~ but Abaddon ignored his attitude at all, and turned around and said loudly:

"Don't interfere!"

These words were clearly addressed to those Terminator bodyguards.

Then, he turned his eyes back to the somewhat overwhelmed Gar Mozejie.

"You only have one chance, beat me, or I beat you, and I'll send the head of a traitor to Huron and deepen our friendship."

With that, he waved to one of the Terminators.

"Your sword."

The other party immediately sent the sword over, which was a power sword.

"Remember, you only have one chance."