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The Lord of Fire looked at Cain, who seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood, and felt extreme sorrow. His brother Angron was such a good brother, but now his offspring was burdened with the sorrow of losing his Primarch and had fallen into depravity.
Even so, his powerful yet gentle brother still trained warriors who would not yield to chaos.
Kahn remained staring blankly at Vulcan, not understanding what the Lord of Fire Dragons was talking about.
Vulcan took a deep breath. He heard the footsteps of the crimson Alpha. Through his sense of life, the Primarch determined that it was a clone.
The clones are relatively easy to defeat.
He had already fought the putrid Omega entity before, and Nurgle was keeping a close eye on him.
"Angron," Vulcan said, "your genetic father, Angron, is returning."
"..."
Kahn's mouth was wide open, but no sound came out of his throat. He struggled, finally coughing out a few words.
"Really?"
【real,】
Vulcan said that he deliberately used the name that made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so that Kahn could understand.
Hades, Hades is back, and Guilliman is back too—they're on their way to Baal.
"Hurry up, child."
Vulcan said, pulling Kahn sharply behind him and throwing him to the Guards behind him—Vulcan hated the Guards, but his own troops couldn't keep up with the Primarch's pace like the Guards.
Then, Vulcan raised the hammer.
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"Today's weather: foul and stagnant rain; fortune: not advisable to go out, but advisable to make strategic plans; Kahn: there is no Kahn within an eight-mile radius."
Abaddon pressed down on the broadcasting servo skull, watching his visitor warily. Wet mud gushed and flowed over his slightly swollen body, as if scorched by flames, making him look somewhat disheveled.
Abaddon, who was then sitting in the commander's seat, rose and gave the visitor a reluctant, brief bow.
The putrid Omega chuckled and forgave Abaddon's disrespect.
"Lord Omega, what brings you to travel so far to find the Black Legion?"
Don't play dumb, Abaddon.
Omega said hoarsely,
He has returned; Slaanesh is dead.
Abaddon was slightly taken aback by the name Slaanesh. Before this, they were not allowed to call Slaanesh by his name, but now—Slaanesh was dead.
"Did Chaos confirm His death?"
Abaddon asked, "Can gods die? Or is this just another word game?"
[The beginning and end of His death have been confirmed; rebirth and death have connected to complete the loop... The false emperor's methods were very clever, preventing Slaanesh's resurrection.]
"So……"
Abaddon glanced at Omega. Would Nurgle be next? After all, all warp creatures had witnessed Mortarion's attack on the garden.
My Lord is wounded... but will never perish. New life, death, and corruption are intertwined; the stagnant, corrupt heaven will never dissipate.
“But His authority can be divided up, He can be replaced, and the replacement will be named after Him.”
Abaddon said calmly that Mortarian had shown them that death was leaving the Third Ring, while new life was in a state of incompleteness.
Do not underestimate Abaddon's information network; he knows that Nurgle has been tracking Vulcan, another Primarch who symbolizes life, ever since Mortarion left the Garden.
The Great Raider's words clearly enraged Omega, and the Primarch, spewing out sludge, walked toward Abaddon, the aura that was enough to kill an ordinary Space Marine instantly wafting into Abaddon's nostrils.
The Primarch stood beside Abaddon, his shadow falling.
Abaddon was not afraid; Slaanesh was dead! He died before Abaddon had even decided where to lead his army to safety!
Nurgle, on the other hand, was seriously injured. If Nurgle really didn't want annihilation to befall them, then they should learn to cooperate with Abaddon.
Such rudeness... even the most forgiving father would find it unbearable, Abaddon... give me a reason not to wring your head off.
"The technical sergeants in my legion have recently discovered a way to activate the Blackstone obelisk within the Eye of Silence."
The Eye of Silence was formed during the Battle of Kadia ten thousand years ago. The impact before Hades fell into slumber plunged all the planets in that star field into utter silence, and no living being with a soul could remain there for long.
Ten thousand years later, with the passage of time, that star field returned to normal psionic fluctuations. Only the center remained inaccessible. However, due to the Empire's indifference towards this star field over the past ten thousand years, it remained a useless forbidden area in the eyes of humanity.
Some die-hard followers of the Underworld Cult would make pilgrimages here, but there was no benefit to be gained, so it was merely a spontaneous act by the Underworld Cult followers, and those who went on pilgrimages often died directly in the Soulless Realm.
"In conjunction with Blackrock Fortress, I can flip the polarity there again."
Blackrock Fortress can draw psionic energy from the warp at a high intensity to complete the initial infusion.
Omega was silent for a moment, then chuckled.
But Abaddon still detected the sarcasm and contempt in his voice.
The Lord of Decay has returned. Didn't you see him kill Slaanesh? It was just a brief impact; what good is that?
"What if I told you there was an entire swarm of insects marching towards there?"
Some planets within the Eye of Silence are occupied by simple life forms. Because they cannot evolve into more advanced life forms, these places are lush and verdant.
? !
What exactly are you trying to say?
Abaddon did do something. After Hades was resurrected, he felt himself getting thinner and thinner. He initially hoped that Chaos would give Hades a hard time, but later he found that it was all in vain.
He began to consider how to secure a dignified end for himself, or how to deliver a final, devastating blow to the empire.
The Empire cannot forgive Abaddon the Great Raider, nor does Abaddon need the Empire's forgiveness; he will unleash the wrath and doubt of the Son of Horus from ten thousand years ago.
"As long as it doesn't affect evolution, the swarm doesn't care whether it has contracted diseases."
“With the help of the psionic energy transfer from the Blackstone Obelisk, we can mutate the warp projection of the swarm. As long as it does not affect the evolution of the swarm, it can even make the mutation effective. The rapidly developing swarm will naturally replicate and evolve similar warp projections in large numbers. At the rate of development of the Tyranids, this is enough to make the part of the warp that was cut off by the scythe fill up again.”
"and……"
Abaddon looked at Omega with a forced smile.
"I think that in the noble name of Omega, the benevolent father should provide some bacteria and diseases that can attach themselves to the Tyranids?"
Omega fell silent.
He will.
He remained silent, and Abaddon's proposal, mixed with the purpose of his visit, gradually simmered into a delicious and flavorful broth.
Abaddon then spoke again.
"So, what brings you here?"
Omega's eyes flashed with the image of the thief who had come to steal the Father's skills when Mortarion attacked the Garden.
The thief possesses two poisons: one capable of killing all Primarchs, and the other powerful enough to kill Hades.
But that guy was too cautious... where he'd appear next was...
We need to throw Barr into chaos.
Omega chuckled.
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News has arrived from the Imperial Guards.
Guilliman spoke to Hades and Mortalian, who were lying unconscious on either side of the piles of documents.
After a brief period of depression, Guilliman decided to play his part, take on the responsibilities and obligations of regent, and enrich himself and others through his work.
Therefore, Guilliman immediately and meticulously assigned documents to the two that would allow them to unleash the full power of Mortalian and Hades.
Hades and Mortarion didn't want to work; they were trying to evade the tasks that were supposed to be done. But Guilliman, who had declared himself emperor, was no ordinary man either.
After his period of depression, he has learned how to seize new power.
In matters of government affairs, Killieman has absolute authority.
Whoever he wants to work for him has to come and work for him.
Guilliman activated [Overlord]! After a brief moment of confusion, Mortarian found that the desk had automatically moved to his side.
If you don't go to the office, your desk will come to you on its own.
The Primarch reluctantly tried to escape, but under Guilliman's terrifying gaze, the pen automatically jumped into Mortalian's hand.
It was a terrifying gaze, and for a moment Mortarian even understood why others were so afraid of his own blurry eyes.
The usually serious and rational Guilliman, at that moment, had only resentment and profundity in his eyes, like the eyes of a mummified corpse that had died of overwork ten thousand years ago, more hypocritical than a hypocrite.
Mortarion needs to understand one thing: although he did single-handedly support Stormstar and accomplish many great feats.
But during those two millennia, it was Guilliman who handled all the official documents across the three star systems, including the malicious documents from the Emperor.
Using this method, Killman successfully made Corax wake up to find the desk right in front of his bed, while Corz was strapped to the side of the desk, in the spot where the trash can was usually placed.
So that Corax could keep an eye on it.
Killieman even stuffed a stack of Midnight Lord Legion improvement proposals into the wailing Coz's hands.
Meanwhile, Koz was wailing in agony.
[Say it! Say it! Sevita!]
It's no use, Sevita has already been borrowed by Killieman to do work.
Coz began to miss the Emperor and Macardo, at least Macardo would only beat him with money instead of shoving official documents into his hands.
Killian coughed twice more, and was pleased to see Hades look up at him.
Hades came over to share Mortalian's workload because Mortalian's silent resentment was too conspicuous.
The Imperial Guard is going to Baal.
Killieman said, staring at the gold-embossed letter in his hand,
The Lord of Humanity does not trust the Archangels, therefore the Custodian Valdor will arrive in Baal to help us lift the seal.
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Chapter 704 Hades' Unfavored Son
"I have a plan."
Abaddon said,
"But it requires the Blood Lord's cooperation."
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"A mediocre being from another race, do you really want to choose such cruel torture?"
Magboy asked softly. After all the greenskins of his type had died out, the surviving greenskin changed his name to "Magboy" to commemorate his good old days.
Strangely enough, after leaving the great Hades and the generous Crimson Lord, the Underworld clans never again produced greenskins like Mag's Boy.
Even though Mag Boys tried to personally teach the psionic kids, those humble Mag Boys never appeared again.
Thank you for your concern, but this is the path I chose myself.
In front of Mag, who was wearing a wizard's robe, a tall man with dark, almost gray hair turned around. Fugen looked even weaker, but his expression was more relaxed.
He was sent by the emperor to unite the Greenskins, luring the clan into the Blood Lord's territory to kill them.
The emperor did it on purpose. He intentionally sent Fugen, who was very compatible with Selene, away without issuing a return order. Fugen knew the emperor's thoughts. If he were present, those who would seek to attach themselves to the emperor would probably not be the emperor.
Fugen had no complaints about this; on the contrary, he was grateful for the emperor's arrangement.
Being forced into depravity by Slaanesh ten thousand years ago is still a nightmare. Over the past ten thousand years, Fugen has learned to accept it, but he still doesn't want to face it.
During his time as an advisor to the Underworld Clan, Fugan kept a close eye on the Emperor's movements. Ultimately, the Primarch chose to ally with the Underworld Clan to help him break free from the Emperor's control.
For this Primarch, cooperating with the Greenskins was unimaginable before.
But this clan is different.
In his interactions with this Greenskin clan, Fugen found it difficult to describe his feelings. Unlike other Greenskins who were war-mongering and brutal, the Underworld clans seemed to place great importance on infrastructure and education, and were keen on overwhelming their opponents with firepower.