Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Asmodai proved his talent in interrogation. Even if the target of the interrogation was a crazy and chaotic cultist, he could get a highly credible intelligence in just a few days.

"Lord Efilar, Abaddon is still on the Spirit of Vengeance. The battle on Vigilant Planet has brought his dark army to the brink of collapse. The great demons think he is an incompetent commander. It was his weakness that led to the defeat of Vigilant Planet. So he doesn't have many supporters around him at present. The Spirit of Vengeance only carries a small number of the Black Legion's followers."

In the office of the headquarters, Asmodai reported the intelligence he had obtained to Efilar.

After telling all the information he had learned, Asmodai paused and then suggested,

"My Lord, given the current situation, I think as long as our attack is fast and powerful enough, we can directly attack the Soul of Vengeance, cut off the head of the Dark Warmaster Abaddon, and then evacuate safely before the Chaos forces in the Warp react."

Afilar nodded, "This is indeed feasible. With our current strength, we are enough to raid the Soul of Vengeance and completely kill the Dark Warmaster."

The words of the two people attracted a lot of echoes. Every loyal soldier had imagined that one day he would be able to execute the Dark Warmaster with his own hands, cut off his head, and gain unparalleled merit for the Emperor and the Empire.

The previous Black Expeditions had little effect. Although they caused huge casualties, they were not enough to hurt the Empire.

"No matter what, they all love you deeply. You saved them."

Horus was always very tolerant of his recognized companions.

"Compared to me personally, the future of the galaxy is more important, friends." Horus said.

Countless great civilizations have tried to understand it, analyze its secrets, and gain the power to rule everything from it.

With the support of these armies, he will start the 14th Dark Crusade, which will be an unprecedented wave of terror.

"What is that?" The Primarch asked.

It shuttled through the dark but colorful warp. The violent and turbulent warp storms and the looming hideous demons just wandered around the ship and then shrank back.

Have I mentioned this? Horus frowned.

On the contrary, the demons under the command of the four gods are all rushing towards the Soul of Vengeance.

The third one is a fat wandering trader. His weight is much heavier than the other three combined, but under his heavy body, he is always happy.

No one can know where those beings in the warp that are older than the gods are hiding.

The warp is an ocean formed by the gathering of souls and thoughts, eternal and vast.

But at this time, a not-so-large ship was leisurely sailing in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Such an answer made them laugh out loud. Even the tall and majestic Primarch was no different from mortals in this respect. He always liked to say some mysterious innuendos to make this matter easier to understand.

"They love you, Horus. Everything you do is right. They love you!"

But in the twelfth war in the Gothic Sector, Abaddon took away the Blackstone Fortress and destroyed many star systems with the power of the Blackstone Fortress.

This time, Abaddon was determined to completely destroy the corrupt empire.

And his plan was still expanding, and there was great progress every day. The Imperial Warmaster was unifying the entire human empire with an absolutely strong iron fist.

But in the consciousness of low-level demons, there was no concept of obedience.

The first companion also shouted to him. When this shout sounded, Horus heard a flattering voice like a wave, which was loud enough to swallow the tsunami of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Like a small boat on the turbulent sea, it shuttles through the storm, but there is no danger of capsizing.

When Horus' companions asked him if he really wanted to open the Moloch Gate, Horus answered their confusion with this.

Some people call this mysterious place parallel to the material world the heaven or the highest heaven.

Horus fought with him on a blood-red planet, and after eight days and nights of duel, he finally won the other party's recognition.

More and more demons joined the Black Crusade. They whipped the demons, quieted the noisy demon group, and maintained basic order.

They followed Horus's example and looked at the sea of ​​souls without hesitation, just like people can imitate their own examples out of respect.

During the 13th expedition, the Cadian Gate was captured, and the curse mark crossed the galaxy.

Horus's emotions were sincere, and everything he said came from his heart. In fact, no matter where he was, his love for humans and the empire was no less than that of others.

When Abaddon's Vengeful Spirit received these support messages, the Dark Warmaster completely got rid of the shadow of failure. He was full of vigor again, with a bloodthirsty and ruthless smile on his face.

This move, which was extremely dangerous for mortals, could not shake Horus in the slightest.

Imperial Warmaster Dukor and his crazy Void Plan were like a huge mouth of the abyss that could never be filled, swallowing everything in the warp.

But he didn't care too much, because he often forgot some things recently, such as he couldn't even remember the names of these four people.

The fourth companion interrupted his thoughts, and he felt a pair of slender and smooth hands sliding into his hands.

He had tried many times, but he would forget it quickly every time.

Horus turned his head away and forced himself not to look directly at the other person.

Such a result frightened the gods. If left alone, all great beings could predict what a terrible ending it would be.

Horus and his four companions continued to immerse themselves in the beautiful vision of the future, but at this moment, the vision suddenly pierced into thousands of discordant golden lights.

Horus squinted his eyes unconsciously, while his companions shrank back at this moment, acting like a group of children who were caught doing something wrong.

"Horus, I feel a call." Suddenly, the scholar in the blue robe said to him.

But his companions seemed to have their own pursuits.

Horus met him in a legendary world representing destiny, and exchanged nine priceless crystals for his assistance.

It was very easy to gain Horus's trust. The Primarch did not care about the other party's status. As long as he recognized that the other party was qualified to be his companion, then the other party would become his companion.

Under his leadership, the demons who did not know what unity was would condense into a terrifying wave of chaos, attacking the vital points of the empire again and again until humanity was destroyed by him.

In fact, it was no accident that Ephilar was able to find Abaddon's trace.

Contrary to ordinary people's expectations, they looked directly at the warp, but were not harmed at all. Even in their common gaze, the sea of ​​souls in front of them was gradually calming down, as if they were afraid of something.

Therefore, when the dark warmaster Abaddon failed, the gods did not punish him as he expected.

Horus became dull at this moment. He stared at the other's dreamlike and beautiful face in a trance. He saw the other's face flashing with brilliance, his hair was woven into a perfect shape, and the light of joy in his eyes.

And in the warp, huge evil torrents were surging.

The first companion continued to respond. He was very smart and every word he said was carefully considered.

They pulled away from the illusion.

Horus looked at them. These were the brothers he met after he set out to the Moloch Gate to seek wealth for his cloned brothers. They were the warriors who followed him along the way.

Their control was no longer as strong as before.

"As long as we can fight!!!" Horus' second companion roared angrily.

"Everything will come to an end." On the deck of the ship, Horus stood there, looking at the mysterious depths of the warp without hesitation.

Just as Horus was thinking.

"Tens of millions of powerful surges, in the depths of the sea of ​​souls, they gathered in the same direction, that is where Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is, and the Black Legion is calling them."

Now, such a great opportunity is right in front of them, how can they not be tempted.

The second one is an ugly warrior, wearing blood-red armor, with a collapsed nose as if he had been hit hard, and scars all over his body, as if he had been abused, and this person's heart is always burning with anger.

The Emperor declared war on the gods in the warp. The eternal emperor of mankind dragged the gods on the eternal battlefield with his own strength.

Is this the future? Something seems wrong?

Horus instinctively felt a hint of disharmony, but he couldn't express it, let alone figure out what it was.

For a long time in the past, Abaddon was the most troublesome enemy for the Empire.

The fourth of Horus' companions was staring at the brilliant illusion and shouting with her silver bell-like voice.

If he could offer Abaddon's head to Dukel, it would be a glory that would be passed down through the generations.

The will of mankind was reunited and was driven by madness. The trauma caused by the virtual realm to the warp was becoming increasingly profound.

With the roar of the ship's engine, the energy field rubbed against the warp storm, making a huge whine.

The scholar answered honestly.

The overlords of the galaxy have been reincarnated, but no civilization has succeeded. No matter how great the race is, it has never really glimpsed the essence of the warp.

In contrast, the threat brought by Dukel is increasing day by day.

Plasma flames are ejected from the rear of the warship to provide huge power for the warship.

Pale and sick thunder streaks through the storm of the Supreme Heaven. After a loud noise, there is endless silence again.

Horus laughed happily when he heard this.

At the front of this ship, there is also a carving of a human skull that has never been polluted.

It seems that the interior of this inconspicuous ship carries a more evil and dangerous existence than them.

The other three companions ignored this stupid guy.

"But they don't know me." Horus said modestly.

"Horus." This is a beautiful person wearing a purple veil. Her beauty transcends gender. At this moment, she recites the name of the Primarch with a hoarse and seductive voice.

"I and they all admire you. You are our hero!"

All things and spirits rely on the subspace to exist, but they are also afraid of it.

In addition, a large number of Chaos fleets are also on their way. In addition to the Chaos warbands' old Imperial warships, there are also a large number of alien ships that have been dragged into the warp.

"He is not now." He answered coldly.

From the elusive ancient saints, to the elegant and gorgeous Eldar, to the humans of today.

In these wars, the name Abaddon also has its own meaning - as long as the Dark Warmaster still exists, it means that he has the ability to unify the chaotic and disordered demons.

"Horus, have you seen it? They are chanting your name and praising your great achievements!"

What surprised him was that these four people had all told him their names, but he couldn't remember them.

No loyalist can tolerate every minute of the Dark Warmaster's presence in the galaxy.

"It's so beautiful." A fourth companion echoed him.

This rogue trader also has extraordinary abilities and prefers antiques that have lasted through the ages. Horus met him in the world of death and gained his allegiance with seven rust-green gold coins.

Efilar and many officials in the headquarters did not need to think too much, and they made up their minds to personally kill the traitor who had caused the empire a headache for thousands of years.

The first one is a scholar wearing a light blue robe. He has a sarcastic temperament and likes to write and draw on books with a quill pen. His eyes always seem to be thinking about plotting against others.

The Dark Warmaster launched a total of thirteen black expeditions against the empire.

"Yes, I saw it too," Horus said. He was still looking at the Sea of ​​Souls, but everything that happened in the illusion still made his heart surge.

Plague Ark, bloodthirsty warships, etc., huge chaos warships are crossing the void, and even those demon forging worlds are constantly transporting all kinds of terrible demon engines.

Even though they may be killed directly by the demon, they are still in a mess, indulging in the desire for destruction all day long.

"What a beautiful sight," exclaimed Horus.

To this day, the four gods can only allocate a small part of their energy to interfere in the material universe and the spiritual realm.

"What I opened is the future, and that door will be left in the past."

Horus turned his head and looked at his companions,

"I want to see the future, not the future that will happen, but the future that is changed by my own hands. The empire is old and exhausted, but it will be great again. Dukel has set up his flag, and mankind has once again conquered Across the world, the power of mankind is gathering together again, but I must stop him."

But after thinking for a moment, he continued, "Let's go meet him. I need to get my weapons back and the Spirit of Vengeance."

The second man held the ax and said nothing, but still looked angry.

"Horus, I remember you once mentioned that Abaddon was once your most trusted son. Don't you want to meet him again after a long separation?" The beauty on the side said just right at this moment, her voice as beautiful as ever.

"I can't just watch as people's pursuit of hope brings them to the ruins of destruction. I will make this universe regain its vitality instead of nothingness. The glory of mankind will be completely restored and become more glorious, and then I will See it all happen.”

Horus did not blame them for such a miserable appearance. In this golden light, even he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, let alone his companions.

Until now, he was a little embarrassed to ask their names again.

All traitors will be destroyed, and under his will, humanity is freed from the blood of murder and betrayal.

They watched quietly, and before their eyes and Horus's, there seemed to be an illusion, as if everything Horus imagined was happening in reality.

The third companion said with a smile, and the other three companions were also infected by his joy and led Horus into the shadows in the belly of the ship.

"Come, Horus, look, what a vibrant crowd, how fertile and vigorous, how happy they are! These are all brought to them by You!"

Horus did not understand the laughter of these companions, but he did not deliberately stop it. He did not care that his friends made fun of him.

"fighting!!!"

The second companion, the ugly red-armored warrior shouted.