Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 723 171. Invite the next victim to appear

【17 hours later】

【Over Baal】

【I hope I'm not late. 】

Angron said angrily as he took off the hatch of the shabby battle barge as if tearing open a piece of paper.

[I think you arrived at just the right time. 】

Guilliman's voice sounded on the channel. Because of some "unknown" secrets of Pluto, non-Death Guard descendants were expelled from the core area of ​​the post-war battlefield.

After a moment to appease the heirs, Angron spun towards the stars to end the war in the sky, while Guilliman was on the ground——

Hades and Mortarion may have a little trouble. Waldo, the Lord of the Custodes, seems to be very dissatisfied with Hades.

After a sneer, Mortarion walked away from Waldo with arrogance, while Hades looked at Guilliman with an "innocent look".

After enduring 0.13 seconds of dizziness, the latter resolutely chose to sacrifice himself to attract Waldo's attention.

In the Baal civilian retreat base, Guilliman spread out the architectural plans of the entire planet to Waldo, trying to discuss Baal's future fate, and to test Waldo's attitude towards the "God-Emperor"——

Sanguinius, imprisoned by the power of death, lay half-dead on the chair next to them.

They had two choices, to have Sanguinius follow Mortarion and Hades, or not to have Sanguinius follow them.

After a brief silence, the Primarchs chose the second one.

There was no need for them to torture the Archangel.

Neither Guilliman nor Valdor were winged Primarchs, and they did not fit into Sanguinius's chair.

Therefore, the place where Sanguinius slept was not very peaceful. From time to time, the archangel slipped slightly from his chair. At this time, Guilliman, as if he was giving an order from a king, would look sideways, as if he wanted to give Sanguinius a hand.

Waldo looked at him with bright eyes.

In the end, Guilliman chose to help Sanguinius when the upper part of his wings touched the seat of the chair.

【I feel his breath. 】

Angron bowed into the cabin, and darkness immediately enveloped him. He moved forward cautiously, letting his senses out as much as possible.

Angron felt that his perception was now like a ball of hair that rolled into the mud and dried again. The uncomfortable mud stood on the tentacles that were trying to reach out, making his vision go dark from time to time.

【Good luck. 】

Guilliman said calmly,

[I have heard some rumors - I thought your descendants would go after Abaddon instead of stopping here. 】

Angron paused for a moment and muttered something, but Guilliman didn't hear what he was saying.

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

This made him stunned and sad for a moment. His soul that used to shine like a blood diamond is now like red sand, rough and dull——

This may not be a bad change, but what kind of experience would make a treasure fall for this?

Finally, the blood soaked the insteps of the original body.

Angron was not surprised. Behind the narrow corridor that was not suitable for the original body to pass, the blood in the arena had not yet dried up. A slightly panting figure collapsed at the foot of the wall. He was deeply embedded in the wall by the huge force, but his hand was Still clutching his ax tightly.

[This is not something that ordinary space warriors can do. 】

Angron muttered to himself, and then leaned down carefully, as cautiously as if he were contacting a wild animal in the forest.

【It's me. 】

The original body breathed out a soft sound and took a step forward.

[It’s not an illusion, it’s me, Kahn. 】

This sentence made the "corpse" regain a little consciousness, after confirming that Kahn did not release negative emotions.

Angron rushed over immediately and put his hands on the gladiator's shoulders, and light emerged from his palms.

This process took about 0.8 seconds. At this moment, Kahn, who had lost too much blood, reacted. He blinked in disbelief, but he could not see anything because of the pressure on the eye nerve due to internal bleeding.

"My lord...?"

Kahn asked tremblingly, and then his trembling lips uttered the second sentence,

"Horus..."

Karn gasped. He mobilized all his muscles and grabbed the corner of Angron's armor.

"Horus is back."

【I know. 】

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

[But this is not your problem, you do not need to be responsible for this. I am back, Guilliman is back, Mortarion is back - our World Eaters comrades are also back, you can rest for a while. 】

Kahn was still struggling. He wanted to continue fighting, and his anger was still burning, but his original body did not give him this chance. After struggling ineffectively, Kahn fell into suspended animation.

…………

"You gotta snap out of it, Abaddon—Abaddon?! Abaddon!!!"

Khayon shook the Reaver's shoulders violently, an extremely disrespectful act, but the psyker couldn't care less now.

"Wake up! Abaddon!! Wake up!!! That might be the conspiracy of the God of Death - it might even be the Lord of Change!"

Opposite Khayon, Abaddon was as soulless as a dead man. His face was pale and he hardly responded to any external stimuli.

Abaddon was silent for a long time, and finally his voice trembled,

"But I saw him—it was him, and I could not mistake him."

Before that, seeing the wind was not blowing in his favor, the Great Reaver Abaddon made a prompt decision to retreat. Under the psychic cover of the greenskins and Khorne, the Black Legion retreated smoothly, but the Great Reaver himself was blocked by Khârn who popped out from nowhere.

It was obvious that Khârn only wanted his life.

After delivering an inspiring speech, the Great Reaver Abaddon bravely accepted the one-on-one blood-killing challenge initiated by Khârn, and then was beaten by Khârn who was holding a single axe and had buffs stacked on him.

In fact, it was not that Abaddon was not strong, but that Khârn's attack was too fierce. Khârn was fighting for the double death, and Abaddon, who was good at late attack, was temporarily at a disadvantage.

However... just when Khârn aimed his last axe at Abaddon's neck (in fact, Abaddon was preparing to counterattack at that moment), something strange happened.

A tear of a foreign race fell on the ground, intertwined with the strange fate of this place, and it might even be mixed with someone's bad taste - but no matter what, the concept of father and son echoed at this time.

A phantom, a phantom shining with golden light.

Appeared in front of Abaddon.

The Great Plunderer would not be wrong, that was -

"My father..."

Abaddon panted, unable to accept and understand what happened. At this moment, he might empathize with Kahn, who had been insulted by him.

The phantom of the Wolf God almost instinctively blocked the axe for Abaddon, the air wave exploded, and Kahn was blown away by the aftermath of the huge force. The Wolf God subconsciously turned back to look at his offspring - and then he saw Abaddon.

Abaddon felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a fishy sweetness surged into his mouth.

He will never forget that scene.

Shock, anger, dissatisfaction, doubt, sadness, despair... all kinds of emotions were mixed in the trembling pupils of the Wolf God at that moment. He looked at the dirty Abaddon and tremblingly stretched out his hand to Abaddon,

[Why? ]

The brief whisper disappeared with the firefly-like light, and the figure that shocked everyone left again - Abaddon could no longer remember how he returned to his warship and how he got rid of Kahn.

He only remembered the trembling pupil and that sentence,

[Why? ]

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

Shouldn't he be the one to blame his Primarch for this sentence? !

Abaddon shook off Khayon's hand violently,

"Give me a little time."

He motioned Khayon to leave. The psychic seemed to want to say something, but he said nothing in the end, and thoughtfully left enough personal thinking space for the Great Predator.

Why?

What's the reason for this? Horus led them and guided them in those days - but all that was shattered when the Warmaster himself decided to attack Cadia! Abaddon once thought that everyone was dead, and only he was still alive.

He once swore that as long as he was alive, he would be the eternal shame scar of the Empire. The existence of the Black Legion and Abaddon announced another existence -

They clearly showed everyone that the Empire and the Primarch were not right. Countless Space Marines chose to betray and raise the banner of rebellion under the absurd facts.

For people like them, is there still a possibility of being accepted by the Empire as a dog?

The new generation of red pirates Huron is still possible, but for these guys, the Empire will only chop off their heads and stick them on the mast above the church, hanging their heads for public display.

Why?

Abaddon asked in his heart? What else could there be? Fate is so clear - no one is qualified to ask Abaddon this question!

He Abaddon did not choose to be mediocre, did not choose to die, wasn't it just to fight for the last time!

Why did the false emperor mock him with his unpromising father? !

Abaddon took a deep breath. He felt full of anger, anger at not being understood, anger at failure - and anger at being humiliated by the Primarch.

Complex emotions surged. Before seeing Abaddon's full appearance, Horus subconsciously helped him to stop the damage, but after seeing Abaddon, the Primarch's eyes seemed to want to kill Abaddon himself.

Oh!

Is he Abaddon incompetent? !

He will not be defeated by such insults. Perhaps the collapse of the warp is certain, but Abaddon will hurt everyone once. He wants to make the empire bleed and tear open wounds that will never heal.

After that.

Abaddon thought gloomily, and a shadow covered his eyes.

If Horus is really resurrected - then let him kill him personally.

Humanity should not continue to be shrouded by the haze of the Primarch.

And he, the Great Plunderer, Ezekiel Abaddon, has revealed a corner of the truth about Hades to those forces in the Empire that are still blinded. Under the cloak of the solemn statue is the darkness of terror and tyranny.

Abaddon felt his determination.

………………

"That is to say,"

Hades said silently, his hand unconsciously playing with a piece of Alpha's armor fragment.

The sound of the wind in their ears was loud at this moment. Hades sat casually on the fire support platform of the Hades Clan. The green-skinned corpses at his feet were even denser than the rice stalks at the harvest in the agricultural world.

"Alpha is loyal."

After saying this, Hades was also silent for half a second, and then Hades was amused by his own words.

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

"Alphas are loyal, but it's unlikely that alphas are loyal."

Hades concluded,

"I understand. The concept of Alpha conflicts with Khorne. Alpha used disguise to pass the Blood Lord's test, but in fact - Alpha is completely unsuitable for Khorne."

[He is aware of this, and therefore wishes...to eliminate them by your hand. 】

"So Khorne was successful?"

Mortarion was silent for a moment, and then gave a standard answer.

【I have no idea. 】

Hades raised his eyebrows,

"Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more similar to the Lord of Humanity? Lao Mo, is this my illusion?"

A gust of wind blew by, and Hades suddenly shrank his neck, just because a Mortarion was refreshed in front of him at zero frame. The God of Death was opening his eyes wide at this moment, bending down and staring at Hades. eyes.

[Not even Karas would say such vicious words...]

"I apologize!"

Hades shouted,

"My eyes are lame!"

Mortarion then slowly straightened up.

【What to do next? 】

Hades pondered for a moment.

"Go back to Terra, secure the center first, and then I'll go out to clear out the greenskins."

[…I don’t think you will find them again anytime soon, they are very cunning. 】

“Can I turn to the great numerology?”

[I declare your request for help valid. 】

Hades raised his hands and looked up at the sky,

"Praise to the great numerology! Long live numerology! Long live numerology!"

Mortarion coughed twice, and the two of them had already returned to their usual casual state.

[If you shout again, it won’t take effect. 】

[And...after this...]

Mortarion's heart is ready to move at this moment, and there is nothing that can stop them. He knows this so well now, even if the old man of the Emperor has not yet taken out the truth about the webway or other points in time. Mortarion knew what they should do next.

[Let’s go fight Nurgle. 】

Hades turned around in shock, and he saw Mortarion's eyes flashing with excitement and fierceness.

This is the fate of being held grudge by the Pale Lord.