The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 272 260. Warmaster's Ambition

"Invincible Warmaster, those aliens have retreated from this galaxy."

On the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, a Chaos Servant who was extremely distorted said respectfully to the tall figure on the black throne in front of him. And that powerful being just waved his hand to show that he knew, as if the victory just now was just an ordinary little thing for him.

This burly Astartes was at least three meters tall, wearing the most cumbersome Iron Cavalry Terminator, which was engraved with a large number of Chaos runes and hymns. This ancient armor has accompanied Abaddon for more than 10,000 years. When he was still in the Shadow Moon Wolf, this armor was worn on him as one of the few memories of the ancient legion.

Of course, compared to those gorgeous armor decorations and terrible runes, the most conspicuous thing is the trophy strung on the huge spikes behind the armor. These heads were all killed by the Warmaster himself and were considered powerful. Each of them was the best in their camp, but in the end they were still ruthlessly killed by the Warmaster and displayed behind him as his trophies.

Abaddon sat on his throne with a pale face, his eyes closed, but his right hand was tapping with his index finger bit by bit. His right hand was the lightning claw inherited from the Primarch Horus, which was a relic he obtained from killing the clone of his own Primarch in Fabius' hateful laboratory. In the battle tens of thousands of years ago, he not only killed the clone of Horus but also killed the other 19 Primarchs cloned by Fabius.

"Tell the Iron Warriors that my army came here without any malice, but only came to follow the will of the gods and support the actions of the Primarchs."

The sudden appearance of the Warmaster's army here made the Iron Warriors a little nervous. Although they have received the news of the rate, they still dare not let down their guard. Abaddon's character is fickle and ruthless. He is a rare hero and cannot let down their guard.

Perturabo's messenger came soon. He boarded the Vengeful Spirit carefully. As a Space Marine, he should be more bold, but when he stood in front of the Warmaster, the pressure was still very strong and even not inferior to the performance when facing the Primarch.

The Iron Warrior's messenger took a deep breath, tried to stand up straight and said

"Invincible Warmaster, I come to visit you on behalf of our father to thank you for your support and defeating the alien army.

The Primarch appreciated your actions very much and asked if you needed some rewards."

Abaddon just sneered after hearing it. Her body was still immersed in the darkness, and only a small part fell under the bloody light. Abaddon looked at the Space Marines in front of him as if he was looking at a dead man. Suddenly, he smiled. A hoarse voice came from his throat, like the most terrifying voice from the warp, and said to the Iron Warriors in front of him

"If it is a reward, then of course it is okay, but I don't need it. What I want more is the friendship with the Iron Warriors Legion... or the need for a future covenant."

"Oh? Then I don't know what kind of friendship the Warmaster needs?"

After hearing this, Abaddon slowly stood up from his throne and walked forward with heavy steps. Although he was wearing the most cumbersome Iron Cavalry Terminator, the Warmaster's movements were not dragged at all, and were unusually relaxed and steady.

He came to the Iron Warrior, walked straight over, then suddenly turned around and said seriously

"When the Empire takes revenge, I hope that at that time, the Iron Warriors will remember the favor between us."

After hearing the other party's words, the Iron Warrior couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but still said

"This matter requires the consent of the Primarch."

"No problem, say hello to the Lord of the 4th Legion for me."

After that, the Iron Warrior immediately went to contact his Primarch. Not long after, the Iron Warrior appeared in front of the Warmaster again and said

"The Primarch wants to talk to you in person."

"Please."

Soon, the screen of the Spirit of Vengeance flickered with a burst of snow, and Perturabo's face immediately appeared on it. Although the Iron Warrior's Primarch was severely injured in the previous battle, he has now recovered.

Perturabo looked at Abaddon under his iron mask, sneered, and said sarcastically

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be the invincible warmaster! I really didn't expect that you would still need the friendship of the 4th Legion? This is really rare for me."

Abaddon didn't care about the other party's words like a sword. He stood up, looked at the Primarch in front of him and said with a smile

"Long time no see, Lord of the 4th Legion, it seems that your face is not that good, the battle just now may be a little too tragic for you."

"You don't need to judge."

Perturabo snorted after hearing it, and then said impatiently

"Say whatever you want to say, my time is still precious, you have ten minutes to speak."

"You can't think about this in less than ten minutes."

Abaddon took out a projector, and a large number of plans were immediately presented on it. Perturabo only took a glance and understood what the other party wanted to do. He fell silent, and after a while he said

"So, how about we talk somewhere else? Your bridge is like a vegetable market."

"Of course no problem."

In Abaddon's private room, Perturabo carefully observed through the screen and couldn't help but sighed

"The 13th Black Crusade! You are so anxious!"

"This is not an emergency. I always follow my own pace. Every expedition is a victory! And this plan that has lasted for thousands of years is for this last moment!"

"As long as it succeeds, the empire will fall, and our tens of thousands of years of revenge will end! A new order will be re-established on the burning galaxy!"

Listening to Abaddon's passionate speech, Perturabo didn't have much in his heart. He was quickly calculating how much profit this plan could bring him.

Ten seconds later, the Primarch said solemnly

"If you really want to do this, I can join as part of my troops, but my request is very simple. After your plan is over, I must get enough benefits in this new galaxy!"

"Thousands of galaxies are available for you to obtain. As long as you can complete the first step, no matter whether the subsequent plan can succeed or not, the resources on these lands can be supplied to the Iron Warriors. Even if all subsequent plans fail, you can have countless resources to supplement your legion!"

Perturabo nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. Abaddon's plan is indeed very crazy and the possibility is indeed very small. But this madman can always make the impossible possible. He relies on the Eye of Terror, and such poor resources can successfully launch 12 black expeditions, which can prove his ability.

At least in Perturabo's view, there is no problem for Abaddon to complete the first part of his plan. As long as he can complete the first part of this plan, he can get a lot of profits beyond the guaranteed bottom line, which is a sure win for him.

"In that case, Abaddon, our deal is done!"

"Of course, Lord of the Fourth Legion, the deal is done..."

In the dark room, the deal between the Warmaster and the Primarch has been reached, and their plan will tear the entire galaxy apart.