Warhammer Inquisitor

The traces of the bombs still remained on the wall, the single hole that went deep into the foundation was embedded on the surface, and the charred black marks of the explosion were permanently imprinted on the ground, just like the entire hall, maintaining the status quo forever.

People always say that some areas on the Vengeful Spirit seem to be frozen in time, and they are exactly the same 10,000 years ago and 10,000 years later. This is not only a description of the ancientness of this battleship, but also a description of objective facts.

On this battleship, it is full of memories of the past. No matter how you want to erase them, they are still destined to become a part of this battleship, closely connected with it, and forever remembered like human thoughts .

And here, this is undoubtedly the oldest place on the entire battleship, at least in Abaddon's heart, he stood in this empty hall, looking around the dark hall.

In front of him, there was a huge chasm deep into the ground, and on the other side there was another, wide and deep, which shattered the steel ground and left a permanent mark on the surrounding.

He bent down and touched the edge of the steel gap, and some energy he had left there danced with the fingers of the Doommaster, "Do you know what this place is?"

Sirksos emerged from the shadows at the edge, behind him at the dark gate, where Abaddon's Terminator guards stood silently, their ivory helmets gleaming menacingly red.

"I think I know, Warmaster, ex-Warmaster" "Here Horus died, here he fell, killed by the corpse king, I remember everything that day, I was there."

Horus said, pointing to a part of the hall, Serksos also looked over, "I stood there and saw his failure with my own eyes, Horus."

He said the name again, kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed on the gap, as if it would come to life, "Here is where everything ends, he fails, his rebellion, his rebellion, his Knocked out like a cowardly loser."

"He is lucky, we, but he survived with the shame of his failure, Sirksos, weak Horus, small Horus."

Abaddon said coldly, his voice was like iron, "You know, why did I come back here? Sirksos, why did I come here?"

"No, my lord, I don't know." "Then remember, I am here to remember the failures of Horus, and I, the true Warmaster, will not let this ship go again. There's another place like this."

Abaddon's voice was filled with anger in an instant, and the raging anger that enveloped him forever burned, and Serksos couldn't help but took a step back in fear, but stood still relying on his strong psychological quality.

"My lords," he replied, "you have brought news of your defeat, and once again you have let me down, Sirksos, have you not?" Abaddon asked with icy anger, without getting up, But it seemed to be taller than everything here, a ball of anger ignited from him, illuminating everything around him.

That is the distorted power of the subspace, Serksos looked at the rising vortex of subspace power, the admiral of the black fleet took a deep breath, and took a few steps forward with courage, "Yes, Warmaster, you need Listen."

Abaddon stood up in an instant. He turned around and walked in front of Serksos with big strides. On the top of the steel black mountain, a pair of terrifying blood-red eyes stared at him.

Abaddon breathed in a low voice, the fiery breath like hellfire blowing on Serksos's face, but he still looked up at Abaddon's face fearlessly.

"You let me down again, Sirksos, how many times is this already? You know, what happens when you let me down too many times." Abaddon said threateningly, the power on his right arm The claw moved, and Sirksos stared at the claw, then into his eyes.

"No, Warmaster, it is not my business." "Whose is it? Who is it to disappoint me?" "Huron, my lord." "Oh our pirate lord."

Abaddon said sarcastically, "I asked him to imprison Guilliman, but he failed, he failed to play a trick with the four gods behind my back, and this time, he failed again, Sirksos, tell me , how do we treat losers?"

Abaddon's words turned into terrible anger at the end, as if he wanted to burn everything, burn everything, Serksos looked up into those blood-red eyes, "This time it was Guilliman's work too, Warmaster, Huron Claiming that Guilliman appeared near the Great Rift and defeated him with several times his force."

"Vito won the Battle of Terra with a quarter of his force, tell me, Sirksos, what was he facing then?" "You, Warmaster." "I am stronger than Guilliman Want to be weak?"

Serksos looked into those blood-red eyes, and tried hard to think of an answer that would not lead to death. Finally, he lowered his head, "No, Warmaster, you are not weaker than him."

"Then tell me, is there a proper reason for Huron's failure?" He growled, "No, Warmaster, he failed, that's all." "Yes, he failed."

Abaddon growled and raised his head. He looked down at Serksos, who faced the powerful coercion of the Four Gods Chosen, and Abaddon spoke again after a moment, "Deprive him of his fleet, Sirks. Soth, take away his command of his warband and let him go back to his maelstrom and lick his wounds, loser, you don't deserve to be in my hands."

"Yes, Warmaster." "And I, will correct his mistake. Huron was twice defeated by Guilliman, and I, not Huron, will correct that mistake."

Horus slowly drew out the magic sword, his ferocious eyes fixed on the holy sword of chaos, a powerful force gathered on the blade, he stared at it, "He once made a mistake ten thousand years ago, Fulgrim survived by his weakness and arrogance, and he should have killed him then, but he failed, as did Huron."

"And you, Serksos, failed again on Markkula, and you brought him back to life." Abaddon said, without warning, he suddenly grabbed Serksos by the throat, and he put the black The fleet raised.

Serksos' face was livid, and he clasped his fingers on the iron claw trying to move it away, but he remained motionless. Abaddon slowly tightened his fingers, making him unable to breathe.

"You have let me down many times, Sirksos, too many times, just like them, should I correct this mistake?" Abaddon stared at Sirksos with blood-red eyes. Really understand what it means to be a companion like a tiger, and face Abaddon's eternal anger since he became the Warmaster.

When he gets pissed off, and if you happen to be in his presence, you'd better do something right away, before he kills your name, and Sirksos knows that.

"Marshal, Guilliman went to look for him, and they are together on Star Victoria." Sirksos shouted, holding his breath, his voice was small and weak, and his voice gradually trembled on the purple face.

But he was right, Abaddon let go of him suddenly, causing the admiral of the Black Legion to fall to the ground, kneeling on the ground, holding his throat and coughing violently.

Abaddon looked down at him, the unhealed wound on his chest was aching, and in that stabbing pain, the anger of the Destroyer Warmaster filled his chest. Although he raised his head, he smiled, "Well done, Serksos , you saved your life again, and I will spare your life to lead the Black Fleet."

"Thank you, Warmaster." "But." Abaddon said, and suddenly his Chaos Sword, the sword that could kill gods, rested on Sirksos' shoulders.

"If you succeed, I will crown you and make you Admiral of all Chaos Legions." "I am grateful, my lord." "But if you fail again."

As Abaddon said, he suddenly raised his sword and slashed across Serksos's face. The blood spurted out on the ground in an instant. Let you remember the consequences of failure, Sirksos, you have let me down too many times, once again, it will not be just your face that shed blood."

Serksos covered the wound on his face and looked up. Abaddon stood there looking down at him, his eyes were red, but Serksos was in pain from the wound caused by the magic sword on his face, the pain caused by the power of chaos It made him feel as if his heart was torn apart, he breathed in a low voice, and a ball of anger ignited in his heart.

He looked up at Abaddon. The "Warmaster of Hundred Battles" was full of anger, but he didn't dare to speak. Faced with this huge disparity in strength, Serksos could only bear it, not to mention the Terminator guards behind him.

"Obey, my lord." Serksos covered the wound on his face and buried his head, blood dripped on the ground, Astarte's extraordinary physique should have healed the wound, but it didn't, blood dripped in the severe pain in front of him.

The blood dripped on the scattered blood on the ground, and the blood rippled, but suddenly, when the next drop of blood fell, the blood suddenly froze in mid-air, as if the pause button had been pressed, its The surface reflects holy golden light.

The corners of Sirksos' eyes were attracted by the light, and he looked over, Horus and his guards also looked in that direction, and on one side of the hall, a crystal statue appeared between the two cracks. The statue is composed of multiple crystals, each of which has a different luster on the surface.

Different lights are projected to different places, but they are holy and holy without exception, exuding dazzling light to illuminate everything around them.

A pair of huge wings are closed behind it, and under the blurred outline of the crystal, a closed-eyed face is frozen in it. Below his head, three gems glisten in the crystal, the eye of Terra at the head The pupils released a completely different light from the same eyes on Abaddon's body.

Seeing the crystal statue, Abaddon growled in pain under the light released. He took several steps back to hide in the darkness, as if he was afraid of the light.

His guards, they rushed in, but they all stopped in front of the light without exception. None of them who were wearing Terminator armor dared to look directly at the light, touch it, and let it shine on their black armor on, as if that would kill them, burn their husks.

But there was one exception, and only one, Serxus, who knelt before the crystal statue, the holy light shone on his face, and his eyes were emptied of the anger caused by the pain, and he It was as if the night was dispelled by the dawn, and after another, Sirksos noticed that the wound on his face did not hurt anymore.

He looked at the face in the crystal. There was no pain, no resentment, and no darkness in his heart. For a moment, he felt an unprecedented feeling.

Abaddon looked at him, Serksos looked at the statue, the Warmaster stared at him, and found that the wound on his face was no longer dripping blood, he glared at the crystal statue, then turned and left angrily, "Don't let I am disappointed, Sirksos."

Abaddon left, leading his men away, while Sirksos knelt in front of the statue, his eyes sparkling, and a moment later he stood up and walked towards the crystal statue, stepping over the blood on the ground, and came to him in front of.

The black armor on his body was illuminated by golden light, and the light penetrated the surface around the black eyes on the chest of the armor, and the surroundings of the Eye of Terra began to react, and black fragments flew around, revealing Out of the white armor.

The cracked black armor lasted only around the eyes, and it stopped, but the light also completely illuminated the face of Sirksos, and he walked from the shadow to the light, standing in front of the face under the crystal , staring at the face in it.

"I know what to do, my lord." He said to the face in the crystal, word by word, sonorously, and on his face, the wound left by the magic blade healed.