Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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I've heard some rumors—I thought your descendants would hunt down Abaddon, not stay here.

Anglon paused for a moment, muttered a few words, but Killieman didn't hear what he was saying.

Turning and turning again, walking into the depths of darkness, the Lord of Red Sand touched that familiar yet unfamiliar soul.

This left him momentarily stunned and saddened; his once dazzling and translucent soul, like a blood diamond, was now like rough and dull red sand.

This may not be a bad change, but what experiences could have led a treasure to fall into such a state?

Finally, blood soaked the original body's instep.

Unsurprisingly, behind the narrow corridor unsuitable for Primarchs to pass through, where the blood of the arena had not yet dried, a figure, panting weakly, collapsed at the foot of the wall. He was deeply embedded in the wall by immense force, yet his hand still tightly gripped his axe.

This is not something a typical Space Marine could do.

Angron muttered something to himself, then carefully bent down, as cautiously as if approaching a wild animal in the forest.

【it's me. 】

The Primarch exhaled a soft whisper and took a step forward.

[It's not a hallucination, it's me, Kahn.]

This sentence brought the "corpse" back to consciousness, after confirming that Kahn was not releasing any negative emotions.

Angron rushed over immediately, placing his hand on the gladiator's shoulder, and light emanated from his palm.

The process took about 0.8 seconds. Only then did Kahn, who had lost too much blood, react. He blinked in disbelief, but the internal bleeding was compressing his optic nerve, causing him to be unable to see anything.

"My Lord...?"

Kahn asked, his voice trembling, then his trembling lips uttered a second sentence.

"Horus..."

Kahn, panting, mustered all his muscles and gripped the corner of Angron's armor tightly.

"Horus has returned."

【I know. 】

"Angron said softly, and he stretched out his hand again, the calming psychic energy as hazy as moonlight."

[But this isn't your problem, you're not responsible for it. I'm back, Guilliman is back, Mortalian is back—our World Eaters comrades are back too. You can rest for a while.]

Kahn continued to struggle, hoping to keep fighting, his anger still burning, but his Primarch did not give him the chance. After a futile struggle, Kahn fell into a state of suspended animation.

…………

"You need to pull yourself together, Abaddon—Abaddon?! Abaddon!!!"

Kayan shook the Great Raider's shoulder violently, an extremely rude act, but the psionicist didn't care about that now.

"Wake up! Abaddon!! Wake up!!! That might be Death's conspiracy—or even the Lord of Changes at work!"

Across from Kayan, Abaddon looked utterly dejected, like a dead man. His face was pale, and he barely reacted to any external stimuli.

Abaddon remained silent, a long silence, before finally his voice trembled as he spoke.

“But I saw him—it was him, I couldn’t be mistaken.”

Before this, seeing that the wind was not in the right direction, Abaddon the Great Reaver made a decisive decision to retreat. Under the cover of the Greenskins and Khorne's psionic powers, the Black Legion retreated smoothly, but Abaddon himself was blocked by Karn, who suddenly appeared from some unknown corner.

It was clear that Kahn only wanted him dead.

After delivering an inspiring speech, Abaddon the Great Raider bravely accepted Karn's one-on-one duel, only to be relentlessly beaten by Karn, who was wielding a single axe and buffed up.

In reality, it wasn't that Abaddon wasn't strong, but rather that Kahn's offense was too aggressive. Kahn was fighting with the intention of killing both opponents, while Abaddon, who was good at counter-attacking, was temporarily at a disadvantage.

However... just as Kahn aimed his final axe at Abaddon's neck (which was actually Abaddon preparing to counterattack at that moment), a sudden change occurred.

A tear from a foreign race falls to the ground, intertwined with the strange fate of this place, and perhaps even mixed with someone's wicked sense of humor—but in any case, the concept of father and son resonates at this moment.

A phantom, a phantom shimmering with golden light.

He appeared before Abaddon.

The great raider couldn't be mistaken; that was—

“My father…”

Abaddon gasped for breath, unable to accept or understand what had happened. At that moment, he may have empathized with Kahn, whom he had once insulted.

The phantom of the Wolf God almost instinctively blocked the axe for Abaddon. The shockwave exploded, and Cain was sent flying by the aftershock of the force. The Wolf God subconsciously turned to look at his offspring—and then he saw Abaddon.

Abaddon felt a sharp pain in his throat, followed by a sweet, metallic taste in his mouth.

He will never forget that scene.

Shock, anger, dissatisfaction, doubt, sadness, despair… a myriad of emotions mingled in the trembling pupils of the Wolf God as he looked at the filthy Abaddon and, with trembling hands, reached out to him.

【why? 】

The brief whisper faded away with the firefly-like glow, and the figure that had shocked everyone was gone again—Abaddon could no longer remember how he returned to his warship or how he got rid of Cain.

He only remembered that trembling pupil and that one sentence.

【why? 】

Why...why? Why?! Why!!!

Shouldn't he be the one questioning his Primarch?!

Abaddon abruptly shook off Cayan's hand.

"give me some more time."

He gestured for Kayan to leave. The psyker seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing, considerately leaving the Great Raider plenty of personal space to think.

why?

What's the point of asking why? Horus led them, guided them—but all that was shattered the moment the Warmaster decided to attack Cadia! Abaddon thought everyone was dead except him.

He had sworn that as long as he lived, he would be an eternal scar of shame upon the Empire; the existence of the Black Legion and Abaddon proclaimed another kind of existence—

They made it clear to everyone that the Empire and the Primarchs were not right, and countless Space Marines chose to betray and raise the banner of rebellion in the face of absurd facts.

For people like them, is there still a possibility of being taken in by the empire as its dogs?

The new generation of Red Pirates, like Huron, might be a possibility, but for these guys, the Empire would only cut off their heads and hang them on the mast above the cathedral as a warning to all.

why?

Abaddon asked himself, "Why? What else could there be?" Fate was so clear—no one had the right to ask him, Abaddon, this "why!"

Abaddon didn't choose mediocrity, nor did he choose death; wasn't it all for the sake of fighting one last time!

Why did the false emperor use his worthless father to mock him?!

Abaddon took a deep breath, feeling a surge of rage—rage at being misunderstood, rage at defeat—and rage at being humiliated by the Primarch.

A complex mix of emotions surged within Horus. Before even seeing Abaddon in its entirety, Horus instinctively shielded him from harm. But upon seeing Abaddon, the Primarch's gaze seemed to yearn to kill him himself.

Ah!

Abaddon was no incompetent man!

He will not be defeated by such insults. The collapse of the Warp may be inevitable, but Abaddon will inflict pain on everyone. He will make the Imperium bleed and tear open wounds that will never heal.

after that.

Abaddon thought to himself, a shadow falling over his eyes.

If Horus has truly risen from the dead—then let him kill him himself.

Humanity should not continue to be shrouded in the shadow of the Primal.

And he, the Great Raider, Ezekiel Abaddon, has already revealed a corner of the truth about Hades to those forces within the Empire who are still being deceived, revealing a terrifying and tyrannical darkness beneath the solemn statue's cloak.

Abaddon sensed his determination.

………………

"That is to say,"

Hades said quietly, his hand unconsciously toying with a fragment of Alpha's armor.

The wind was howling in their ears. Hades sat casually on the Underworld Clan's fire support platform, the green-skinned corpses at his feet denser than rice stalks during a bountiful harvest in the agricultural world.

"Alpha is loyal."

These words caused Hades to fall silent for a full half-second, then he was amused by his own words.

Seeing that Hades had finally relaxed his tense expression, the Pale Lord breathed a sigh of relief in a corner where no one noticed.

"Alpha is loyal, but it's unlikely that Alpha is truly loyal."

Hades concluded,

“I understand now. The concept of Alpha itself is incompatible with Khorne. Back then, Alpha passed the Blood Lord’s test by disguising itself, but in reality—Alpha was completely incompatible with Khorne.”

He realized this, and therefore hoped...to use your hand to eliminate them.

"So Khonnea succeeded?"

Mortarian paused for a moment, then gave the standard answer.

【I have no idea. 】

Hades raised an eyebrow.

"Why do I feel like you're becoming more and more like the Lord of Humanity, Old Mo? Is this just my imagination?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Hades suddenly shrank back, because a Mortarion had been refreshed in front of him at the start of Zero Frame. Death was now staring intently into Hades' eyes, his head bent down.

Even Callas wouldn't utter such vicious words...

"I apologize!"

Hades shouted,

"My eyesight is failing!"

Motarian then slowly straightened up.

What to do next?

Hades pondered for a moment.

"Go back to Terra, first pacify the central government, then I'll go on an expedition to wipe out the Greenskins."

"...I don't think you'll find them again anytime soon; they're very cunning."

"Can I turn to the great field of numerology?"

I hereby declare your request for help valid.

Hades raised his hands and looked up at the sky.

"Praise be to the great science of numerology! Long live numerology!"

Mortarian coughed twice, and the two had already returned to their usual casual demeanor.

If you shout again, it won't work.

And...after that...

Mortarian's heart was now brimming with anticipation. Nothing could stop them now, and he knew that all too well. Even if the old Emperor hadn't yet unleashed the Primarchs in the Web Path or at other points in time, Mortarian knew what they were about to do next.

Let's go beat up the filthy.

Hades turned around in shock and saw a glint of excited ferocity in Mortarian's eyes.

This is what happens when the Pale Lord holds a grudge.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 724 The Real Inhumanity

Three months later

Terra

applause!

Time and again, with considerable intervals in between, the applause was deep and calm, echoing in the towering space of the Terra dungeon.