Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 492 God Killing Expedition (Subscribe)

"Next."

The crowd in the audience cheered.

They roared at the top of their lungs, chanting the same sentence with Loken.

If there is no firewall, I am afraid that such strong emotions will stir up a terrifying storm in the subspace.

Dueling is a very primitive and backward entertainment.

In this case, it can unite humanity like never before.

Through a simple and rude way, it satisfied people's pride in this race and let them know that human beings are not weak.

Being human is the greatest gift given to them by an invisible destiny.

Abaddon bound in chains made his debut in a much-anticipated situation.

The voice reaches a crescendo as he enters the scene, then eerily quiets down.

All eyes are on this traitor.

Son of Horus First Captain, Great Marauder, Successor of Horus, Leader of the Black Legion, Warmaster elected by the Chaos Gods.

Every title engenders loathing and hatred.

Those people just watched the great traitor being dragged up, staring at him with as much resentment as their eyes could express.

Abaddon was once the most serious threat to the Imperium of Man.

Its degree of danger is even higher than that of the Tyranids, space necrons, green-skinned orcs, etc.

Anyone in the Empire knows this terrible guy.

He planned one dark crusade after another, broke the stronghold of Cadia, and sent the empire and mankind to the road of destruction just one step away.

During the Horus Rebellion, he was involved in important events such as Istvan, Modo, and Beta Garmon.

It was even more active in the Battle of Terra.

Attack the Pluto star domain, capture the moon, and dominate the ground war against Terra.

Many heroes died tragically at the hands of Abaddon, becoming the souls of his sword.

More than a thousand years after Horus failed, he brutally killed the aged Sigismund.

After that, many heroes fell under his sword one after another.

Under the Primarch of the Devil, Abaddon was the one that the Empire wanted to kill the most.

The disgust of the people of the empire towards this traitor is palpable.

If eyes could kill, Abaddon might have already been cut into countless pieces.

The Custodians dragged him up, very roughly, as if they were pulling a wild animal.

While pulling, he also drove away with a long halberd.

No matter how much Abaddon resisted, even roaring would be useless.

The Custodian who completed the implantation of the heart of the empire has a power far exceeding that of Abaddon.

Abaddon still has various restraint devices on his body, it is impossible to resist the brutal power of these forbidden troops.

After being dragged to the field, the flying servo skull slowly undid the restraint device on Abaddon's body, and injected him with a recovery potion, allowing the opponent to enter the peak state.

This is Loken's request.

To humiliate Abaddon to the max, in his prime, break his limbs and spine, leaving him slumped to the ground like a lump of mud.

Loken turned around and looked at Abaddon, who was untied and flexing his muscles.

The former first company commander is still tall and majestic.

Subspace gave this traitor a lot of blessings, even after more than 12,000 years, it still allowed him to maintain peak physical strength.

The Terminator armor that had been with him for a long time was repaired and put on him.

The Terminator's armor is extremely large and can turn a person into a walking tank. However, this extra protection is at the cost of speed.

During the Great Crusade, Space Marines wearing Terminator armor were generally cumbersome and could only be used as assault units.

Only Abaddon can wear Terminator power armor with great strength and is as agile as wearing standard power armor.

Abaddon glared at Loken.

The eyes made no secret of their hatred and desire to bite each other's throats.

He knew what Loken wanted to do.

This bastard, who should have died long ago, returned to the real universe with the help of that bastard Guilliman.

To use his despicable means to kneel down in front of him and become a stepping stone for him to gain honor and applause.

Abaddon watched with his own eyes Erebus, whose spine was broken, being sent down by the Custodians.

And heard the deafening cheers with my own ears.

What a terrible humiliation for a warrior.

Being defeated in public and becoming the laughing stock of those mortals' entertainment.

Abaddon found it difficult to accept such a fate.

He picked a longsword from a floating weapon rack.

After waving it a few times, it feels about the same weight as the magic sword Drachanian.

After being captured by Calgar, the Demon Sword was also taken by the Empire.

Fortunately, the Claw of Horus is still in his hand.

Instead of dismantling the weapon that drank the blood of many heroes and emperors, those in the Empire handed it over to Abaddon.

"Don't even think about humiliating me." Abaddon, who was freed from the restraints, roared, and he ran forward like a savage terrifying beast, making a deafening roar.

The claw of Horus in his hand is covered with deadly electricity.

"It doesn't matter what you say, Ezekyle." Loken also rushed forward, his eyes showing hatred and fighting intent no less than Abaddon's.

Ten thousand years of grievances.

He took revenge for those who failed to return.

The two fought with the bang of armor colliding.

The fight between the two sides is like an old enemy with a sworn enemy.

The charged claw swung towards Loken's head, but he bent down to dodge it.

Abaddon grinned cruelly.

"This trick has always been tried and tested, Loken."

The blow just now was just a feint, and Abaddon wanted to grab the edge of Loken's shoulder armor with his hand.

As long as he catches it, he will knee up on it and teach the damn bastard a lesson.

With one elbow, Loken pushed Horus' Claw away, swung the hammer with one hand and smashed it towards Abaddon's waist.

A set of movements is as smooth as flowing water.

Abaddon took a few steps back with an ugly face.

"You think everyone is as brainless as you? Won't you learn your lesson?" Loken said in a deep voice, "After the battle of Istvan, I have imagined countless times how to break your trick. I have seen through you, Abaddon. Even without the infinite power hidden in this body, I can defeat you."

"That's just a dream, you will never be able to defeat me." Abaddon rushed forward again with thunderous heavy steps.

The heavy body in heavy armor easily crushed everything.

The Great Marauder rampages, and the roar of the battlefield is endless.

Loken stared at the deadly charge his erstwhile brother made against him.

His gaze slowly became cold and indifferent, and he entered a wonderfully calm state.

All the muscles of this extraordinary body tensed under his will.

"Everything has come to a moment of reckoning."

"Welcome to become a member of the Shadow Moon Wolf."

On the conscription field, Abaddon, who had just been promoted to first company commander, said to the recruits.

"Your performance is outstanding, Garviel Loken, and the tenth company will be entrusted to you."

On the Ulano battlefield, Abaddon patted Loken on the shoulder, and together with Saiyanus, handed over the appointment document signed by Horus to the joyful Loken.

"Ulano is victorious, our genetic father has become the Warmaster, let us cheer for it."

At the banquet, Abaddon raised his strong arms and cheered to all the Luna Wolves.

All the shadow moon wolves knocked on the table, shouting the name of the wolf god.

What a blissful moment it was.

"For the honor of the Legion, Loken must not be cowardly. If you are really afraid, I will give you a bolter, so you can kill that idiot Lucius. Hahaha."

When many legions gather, they will compete in the arena with the skills they have learned during this time.

Abaddon will go with the Council of Four Kings and many master fighters, striving to win honor for Horus.

"You have become a member of the Council of Four Kings. As long as we work together, we can win more honor for the Son of Horus."

Memories flashed through Loken's mind, making his hand holding the sword more firm.

"I once regarded you as a brother." Loken moved his feet slightly, making a fighting stance.

He looked at the roaring, frantic Abaddon and whispered in Corsonia, the secret language of their homeland: "The same blood once flowed in you and me, but you have turned your back on the fighting spirit of Corsonia. The sons of Corsonia were born in the wild, but never succumbed to the horrors of nature."

As strong as the former comrades-in-arms, the fruit of the tree of betrayal is as bitter as it is.

He will never forget the oath he made on Planet Isstvan III, and he will never abandon the oath he swore to strangle all traitors, and he will never betray the oath he once witnessed with Malcador the Magicweave and the Emperor. what has been said.

"I will defend the empire and dedicate my life for the future of mankind. I will resolutely fight against my former comrades-in-arms, and make a complete break with them. I will draw my sword and fight against the gods, even if I sink forever, there will be no relief. You don’t seek honor, you don’t need rewards and punishments, you have made an oath, and you will stick to it.”

"Loken." Abaddon roared through gritted teeth.

Loken went up to meet him, and raised his warhammer amidst the roar.

The dancing arcs lit up his face.

Abaddon swung his sword and tried to block.

The savage force of the warhammer caused his long sword to come out of his hand when it hit, and even his hands were numb from the shock.

The armor of the palm was directly shattered, and the flesh and blood were torn apart under the impact of huge force.

Blood dripping.

Loken seized the opportunity, jumped up, and with the help of the weight of the fall, the strength of his muscles and the blessing of the armor, his other hand slammed into Abaddon's face.

"This punch is revenge for your betrayal."

Abaddon's head tilted directly, and fragments of the skull flew out mixed with flesh and blood.

"This punch is a mockery of your stupidity."

Loken squatted down and threw an uppercut. Abaddon's entire body flew up, and then fell heavily to the ground, his jaw shattered.

If it wasn't for the blessing of the four gods and the buffer of the Terminator's power armor, I'm afraid his entire head would have been smashed to pieces by Loken's punch.

Abaddon tried to stand up.

But he was kicked in the abdomen by Loken, and immediately rolled over.

"Didn't you say that you chose the right path before? Ezekyle."

Loken walked over, and when Abaddon wanted to support his broken body to stand up, he stepped on the opponent's head, and with a sudden force, it stuck to the broken floor again.

"Let your god save you, Ezekel, show off the arrogance and arrogance you once had on Isstvan III."

"Loken." Abaddon was roaring. He tried his best to raise his head, but was repeatedly stepped on by Loken.

If it wasn't for the opponent's control of strength, I'm afraid his head would be crushed alive.

Like a watermelon falling apart.

"Think about your arrogance when you committed evil deeds in the solar system, and your arrogance when you attacked the palace. Look at you now, a trash that anyone can step on."

Loken's words were like stinging, making Abaddon's eyes tear open, and he continued to let out low-pitched growls.

Using every inch of his muscles, he raised Loken's steel boots with his face little by little.

Every cell is screaming, operating with force beyond their limits.

"No matter how hard you try, you can't change the fact that you are an ant."

With Loken's sudden force, Abaddon was pushed down again.

There was even a crackling sound, directly crashing into the floor, splashing countless fragments.

The helmet was deformed, and the face was stained with blood.

"Kill me." Abaddon, who was trampled by Loken, whispered, he was sobbing, "Gavial, look at the brotherhood of the past, kill me."

Such humiliation broke Abaddon.

Loken showed an extremely cruel smile.

"I begged you to stop doing those things. Do you remember? Your answer is my answer now, Ezekyle. You will only suffer forever, and your humiliation will continue To a future where time ceases to exist, this is the price of betrayal."

Loken stepped on Abaddon's head, raised his weapon towards the audience, and let out a deafening roar.

"victory."

It sounded like a switch was turned on.

Everyone cheered.

"victory."

They were all screaming.

Abaddon sobbed softly amidst the deafening cheers.

If there is no betrayal, he will also enjoy such an honor.

Worshiped by countless people, his statue will stand on Terra, and the history books of mankind will record how proud Abaddon from Corthonia achieved in the Great Crusade.

Now, he is a sad, trampled traitor.

People can only give him spit and abuse.

Abaddon's name symbolizes eternal shame.

A teleported beam of light pierced through the sky and landed on the open space of the duel arena.

The neat, golden-armored imperial guards came out of it, followed by the honor guard headed by Sicarius.

They were followed by two primarchs with noble faces.

One is Corax, Primarch of the Raven Guard.

The other is Vulkan, Primarch of the Salamanders.

Sharokin and many Raven Guards who had recovered and returned were excited. After so many years, they finally saw their genetic father again, even if the other party no longer led them.

But the reverence in their hearts will not disappear.

Tulsa was already crying when Vulkan came out.

When he heard the news of Vulkan's death, he fainted for a while.

The same goes for the other Salamanders.

If he hadn't already known that Vulkan had publicly announced that he would no longer lead the Salamander Legion, and would no longer accept the allegiance of any heirs, for the sake of the stability of the empire and the future of mankind.

I'm afraid they have already rushed forward and offered their loyalty.

People also stared dumbfounded at the two Primarchs coming out of the teleportation beam.

Tall, majestic, and charismatic, they looked like true gods.

Loken also opened his mouth wide. Compared to the time of the Great Crusade, the two Primarchs had better auras, making people feel a sense of fear that they dare not look directly at.

He was a little apprehensive, not knowing that this duel would attract the Primarch's attention.

However, the person who came out next surprised everyone and Loken even more.

The beam of light swelled suddenly, as if a giant was about to come from the other side, and the passage was too narrow.

The teleportation light beam became brighter and brighter, making it difficult for people to look directly at it, and then dimmed, revealing a stalwart giant.

The visitor did not wear a helmet, but only wore an exquisite laurel wreath on his forehead.

The noble face can be seen at a glance, and everyone who sees it feels that they have seen all the light and miracles in this world.

Enough to make anyone pledge eternal loyalty at the first sight.

The people in the auditorium stood up one after another, with tears streaming down their faces, and made the emblem of the Eagle Ceremony on their chests to express their respect to the person who came.

Even people who saw it through the broadcast facilities did the same thing one after another.

No one ordered them to do so.

You don't need any orders to do this.

The one who came was the holy emperor of the empire, the new lord of mankind, the supreme king who made the heavens and the universe submit to the rule of mankind.

Horus shattered the emperor's dream, but the holy emperor reshaped a new dream for mankind, leading the confused people to firmly move towards that great ideal.

Everyone will give their lives for the dream of the Holy Emperor, there is no doubt about it.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people, Guilliman walked towards Loken.

"Long time no see, Loken."

Loken was stunned, his shocked heart was like an ion storm in Corsonia, and it was difficult to calm down.

He knew that the former number thirteen had taken over the duties of the emperor and became the lord of mankind. He had received more reverence and love than even his own father.

It was on the thirteenth that the Empire was able to come back to life and even recall their long-lost beings.

I know I know, but this is the first time to meet so close.

Loken struggled to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He said clumsily, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"You don't need to be restrained." Guilliman smiled, "You were not like this before."

"You were not a holy emperor in the past!! Nor did you have the power and majesty you have now." Many complicated thoughts floated in Loken's mind. After deliberating for a while, he couldn't think of anything to answer, so he could only say respectfully again: "Your Majesty,"

"Okay, I won't tease you." Guilliman patted Loken on the shoulder, "Well done, but you have to let go of Abaddon, trample him to death, but you won't find another one Yes. I also hope to serve as a negative teaching material for those who want to take refuge in Chaos."

Loken nodded and retracted his feet.

A half-dead Abaddon was dragged away by the servo-skull.

Abaddon saw that Guilliman wanted to say some hard words, but considering Guilliman's prestige, once he said hard words, he was afraid that countless fighters would demand a duel with him.

At that time, it will inevitably be another humiliation.

Thinking of this, Abaddon could only stare at Loken fiercely with hatred.

"You have won, Loken. It's just that it's not time to award you the Medal of Honor, because your duel is just the prelude to another war, and you can only get your own Medal of Honor after you win the war."

"I don't seek honor." Loken said: It is already an extremely lucky thing to be able to return to the battlefield. "

"You don't have to, but the Empire has to give it." Guilliman said with a smile: "Come into my guard first."

Loken nodded, and stood side by side with Sicarius.

Sicarius tilted his head slightly, glanced at Loken, and then straightened his body even more.

"I speak to you, my people." Guilliman turned to the auditorium, showing a friendly smile, and his voice was transmitted to all parts of the empire through the servo skull and the relay equipment.

"I don't have much to say because you don't need speeches anymore. I'm here to tell you that the time of reckoning has come."

"The gods thought they could play and play with humans forever, and those shameful demons also thought that they would not be judged for all their crimes against humans. But they were wrong, and all blood feuds will be paid."

Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it had the power to penetrate the soul.

Everyone listened to him.

"The rule of the gods will come to an end like a dynasty, and everything that was once will be liquidated. Those troops in the solar system are assembled for this. Our swords will be aimed at the throats of the gods and demons. Go down and make them regret what they have done."

"The assembled fleet will be led by Vulkan to launch a god-killing expedition for liquidation and revenge. The demons of the subspace will know what an eye for an eye, blood for blood, all the crimes they committed against mankind, All will be paid for with eternal death."

"I know there may be many sacrifices this time, but these sacrifices are precious and worthwhile. Every drop of blood shed by a hero will be the cornerstone of a great cause."

"In the distant future, some people may insult me as stupid and arrogant, or they may praise my greatness and prophetic vision."

Guilliman held up one of his hands, like a man swearing.

All eyes are on their king.

They are not afraid of sacrifice.

As long as the holy emperor's order is one, they can give everything.

Even if it is burned like firewood, there will be no regrets.

Guilliman looked around the crowd, his words slowly grew louder, and finally turned into a growl.

"Humanity will declare war on the gods of chaos, we will declare death to those damned demons, and we will overthrow the palaces of the gods."

Sharokin, Tulsa, Numen, Torgaddon and other returnees stared at Guilliman dumbfounded. What the other party yelled made them so shocked that their minds stopped.

Loken, who was the closest, couldn't even say a word.

He had seen the horrors of the Warp.

He knows the horror of the Chaos Gods.

And now, Guilliman dared to launch a god-killing expedition to confront them openly.

The many Daemon Primarchs and traitors of the Astronomical Atonement all screamed and pounded wildly against the barriers of the cage.

Guilliman's arrogance was beyond their imagination.

Declare war on the immortal gods, is he mad?

Countless soldiers, civilians, followers of Mechanicus, knights, etc., all fell into a brief silence.

Unimaginable blood flowed in their veins.

"For the Holy Emperor, for human beings." Someone shouted the first sentence.

Then there was an overwhelming shout, enough to shake the earth.

The soldiers on the battleship also cheered.