Chapter 383 Abaddon: Everything is stable, Stud!
Baal’s months-long victory celebration is still going on.
At the same time.
Plaza of the Holy Palace of Terra.
The primarch of Hope's gleaming, kilometer-high, adamantine icon is so eye-catching that it is more majestic and sacred than any statue of the primarch that came before.
Even the statue of the Prince Regent dimmed a lot in front of it.
That is obviously inappropriate.
Such a situation is the result of a series of accidental superpositions.
It was originally hoped that the statue of the Primarch would be built to the specifications of the other Primarchs.
However, due to the enthusiastic participation of the Ecclesiastical Pontiff, the Founding General of the Mechanicus, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, things have undergone some changes, forming a multi-party cooperative construction situation.
There were even some disputes.
The Ecclesiarchy, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Astra Militarum all want to contribute to the statue of the Primarch of Hope, adding elements of their own power to achieve better political goals.
The Ecclesiarchy adds an adamantine laurel wreath, a sacred sun backlight, armor inscriptions, and more to the Primarch of Hope statue.
It makes the statue more sacred.
The Mechanicus built more mechanical gears, mechanical bases, etc. inside the statue, allowing the entire statue to move slightly with the sun and wind.
Moreover, some high-end mechanical weapons are secretly hidden inside, which can be activated in critical moments.
As for the poor and bitter Astra Militarum, they also gritted their teeth and provided some materials for decoration, trying to make the statue look more majestic.
The construction project achieved harmony amidst the disputes, and everything is moving steadily in a better direction.
However, when it was about to be completed, everyone suddenly discovered a serious problem.
That is, with the contributions of all parties, the size of the original body of hope is a bit beyond the norm, and it is a bit taller than other original body statues.
It feels like overlooking the heroes.
Fortunately, this statue is not taller than the Emperor's icon, otherwise it would be treason.
But even so, this is a very serious problem, and it is also disrespectful and blasphemous.
Do they think they want the Primarch to be greater than the other Primarch's parents and children and even the Prince Regent?
This situation made all parties involved in the construction dumbfounded. They didn’t know how to deal with it. It was about to be completed. How could it be demolished?
Then who will demolish it?
No one from the Ecclesiarchy, the Mechanicus, or the Astra Militarum wants to bear this responsibility.
The Forbidden Army does not want to do this even more.
The statue of Hope Primarch was originally initiated by them. Because of Hope Primarch, the Imperial Guard was reprimanded by the Emperor's Vision Order, and the Marshal of the Imperial Guard resigned because of this.
Now that the new Marshal of the Imperial Guard is participating in the victory celebration in Baal with the Primarch of Hope, it is obviously a sacrilege for them to tear down other people's statues.
What's more, it's too late to rebuild now.
Under the influence of these reasons, all parties did not want to take responsibility, so they had to pretend to be dead and not see it, and no one said anything.
Anyway, whoever makes the noise will handle it.
In short, in a tacit harmony, all parties gritted their teeth and continued construction, allowing the statue of the Primarch of Hope to be successfully completed.
The day of the victory celebration.
Boom boom boom——
The salute roared, and countless airships dropped ribbons and honor flags.
The high lords, high-ranking nobles, officials, priests, priests, and citizens of the empire participated in this ceremony and unveiling of the statue.
A huge crowd gathered at the Palace Square.
Priests and choirs recited hymns in praise of the Emperor and the Primarch of Hope on the flying preacher, while everyone looked up, expecting to see the face of that great being.
The huge curtain was opened by dozens of airships, and a statue was slowly revealed in front of people.
At this moment, everyone was impressed by the holiness and majesty of the Primarch of Hope.
On the high platform, the supreme lords looked at the statue with different expressions, and occasionally focused their attention on the several lords responsible for building the statue.
They all discovered a problem and hoped that the statue of the Primarch had greatly exceeded specifications.
But neither pointed it out directly, not wanting to get into this dispute.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum pretended not to know anything, and boasted with a dry smile: "This statue really captures the majestic appearance of His Excellency the Primarch of Hope."
"A flawless statue."
< br>The Pope of the State Church nodded and praised: "Your Majesty the Emperor, I hope that your Primarch will be worthy of being a glorious incarnation, a miraculous miracle, and embodying the Emperor's sacred will..."
The Cult of Mechanicus The Foundry General was browsing the mechanical forum and casually posted pictures of the statue of the Primarch of Hope and casting details.
That was her intention.
The supreme lords and high-ranking nobles held their noses and looked at the statue, exclaiming a few words of admiration.
But looking at the statue of the Primarch of Hope, which is a bit taller than the other statues, they always feel uncomfortable, and they feel unhappy but unable to express it.
After the torturous unveiling ceremony of the statue was over, it was time for the victory celebration.
That was a more jubilant scene.
The huge projection machine projected scenes of the ceremony on Baal, whether it was the battleship performance, the appearance of the Primarch of Hope, the Regent, or the grand military parade that followed.
They are all so shocking.
Even Holy Terra has never had such a grand scene in these years. The last time was the return of the regent.
But the scale on Baal's side is obviously larger, with the appearance of two Primarchs, the Custodes, many Space Marine Chapters, etc., and there is also the true form of the Leviathan Hive Fleet!
The Savior used more than a dozen battleships to drag the remains of the Leviathan Hive Mothership and the more than thirty kilometers long void beast to the vicinity of the ceremony venue.
Display it as a trophy.
The remains of this giant void beast that had maimed the empire for thousands of years were covered with honorary flags of the units that participated in the battle, declaring the achievements of the participants.
The Savior also arranged an art troupe on the back of the Void Beast to perform dramas related to this war.
Praise those heroes.
Some nobles, officials, and people were even lucky enough to board the sightseeing boat and see this terrifying Tyranid alien beast up close with horrified eyes.
Although this remains has lost its vitality, the biological coercion it exudes still makes many people tremble and their legs weaken.
Fortunately, the Savior also arranged a shooting event, allowing people to personally fire cannonballs at the Tyranid alien.
They only need to lightly pull the mechanical trigger, and missiles will blast towards this human enemy.
That undoubtedly reduced people's fear of aliens.
This ceremony, which will be held in many venues throughout the Baal galaxy and last for several months, will be attended by tens of billions of people. It is undoubtedly a grand event.
Enough to make any participant unforgettable.
That was even more of a glorious testimony.
They were able to witness with their own eyes the Tyranid alien behemoth that was once terrifying and irresistible to humans, crawling at their feet.
The scenes from the victory celebration were also transmitted to Holy Terra.
Due to time difference and long distance communication.
Even if Holy Terra invested a large number of machines, astropaths, and had the assistance of the Savior Territory, these scenes from a few days ago were transferred hundreds of times.
There is also some blur and distortion.
But it was enough to shock the people of Holy Terra.
Looking at all this, they were quite excited and a little envious, hoping to attend the event.
Enjoy this joy to the fullest.
The holding of the victory celebration greatly relieved people's fear and uneasiness in the dark age of the Great Rift.
There is a glimmer of confidence in the future of mankind.
On the high platform, the supreme lords and high-ranking nobles looked at the celebration and felt a little uncomfortable.
They felt that they, Holy Terra, had been left out.
Such a grand ceremony should be held in Holy Terra, the center of the empire and the throne world, and this should be the focus of people's attention.
However, it all became Barr's.
Although many supreme lords felt uncomfortable, those who were closely related to the savior were cheerful.
Especially the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum.
Now the Astra Militarum has hooked up with the Primarch of Hope and the Savior to collaborate on some projects.
The Savior promised to provide the Astra Militarum with a large amount of supplies at extremely cheap prices, including some new canned pure meat.
Able to relieve the logistical pressure on the Astra Militarum.
And there will be a lot of weapons and vehicles supplied in the future.
You only need to provide some cheap raw ore to purchase it, which is almost the same as cabbage price.
As for how to transport these things, it is still a difficult problem. Fortunately, the Savior has promised to build a large logistics center in the network in the near future.
These difficulties can be solved very well.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum looked at the icon of the Primarch of Hope and sighed with emotion: "Emperor, the Savior is so generous!"
……
Subspace.
Deep inside the palace of Slaanesh.
“Damn it!”
The sharp, sinister voice sounded, foreshadowing the anger and resentment of the owner of the voice.
This gorgeous, tentacle-covered palace became a mess. Chaos demons with many breasts and deformed organs shivered outside the palace.
The fallen phoenix got angry again and smashed the palace to pieces.
"You will eventually fall!"
Fulgrim's snake body was curled up in the corner of the palace, with a tear hanging from the corner of his eye, full of brokenness, and full of performative personality.
He looked at the only remaining mirror, admiring himself and getting angry at the same time.
Now he is very angry and feels sour in his heart.
Watching the savior and the once-defeated Guilliman steal the show and show off their heroic figures at the celebration of the Baal system.
This is worse than killing him.
Unexpectedly, I, the fallen phoenix, would lose to the savior in terms of vanity and decoration.
Even when he was still in the empire, he could not achieve such glory.
To put it simply, this extremely vain guy saw that the savior and regent was showing off and showing off in ways he could not have imagined.
The defense was broken directly.
What was even more uncomfortable was that the Lord of Joy also turned his eyes to those two guys.
At this moment, that existence was filled with aura of joy, making the entire palace become wet.
He stared at the savior and regent, whipping the existence that collapsed to serve under the heightened emotions.
Those shouts of joy caused by the whipping, especially the powerful voices of Lucius and Enkali, all reached the palace.
Making the fallen Phoenix even more sad and angry.
Because it was not he who received the whipping, they did not bring themselves with them.
The fallen phoenix fell out of favor again.
"This is all Ron and Guilliman's fault, they caused all of this!"
The fallen phoenix gently stroked his delicate face, his twisted heart full of resentment:
"Wait, I will set up the most perfect and gorgeous trap to capture you, and then torture you so hard that you Become rotten and ugly!" He wanted to tear the savior's jealous face to pieces.
Fulgrim was planning what kind of trap to set and how to take revenge on Ron and Guilliman.
But when he thought of the virtual image of his own humiliation stored in the savior's hand, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his heart seemed to be clenched.
It was a huge and hard-to-dissipate shadow, and the humiliation of the past seemed to flood back into my heart.
He was even more afraid that the top-secret videos of his humiliation would be leaked, causing more ridicule and contempt.
This is unacceptable to the extremely vain fallen Phoenix.
Fulgan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down the humiliation and fear.
“Let’s deal with Guilliman’s defeated general first…”
The fallen phoenix thought bitterly.
……
Fungi Abyss.
Black hyphae covered all areas and squirmed slowly.
The Fungal Abyss is the domain of the fallen Primarch and Death Lord Mortarion, and is usually located inside the clock room of his residence.
The physical location of the mysterious clock room varies, usually in the Black Demon Temple on the Plague Star, or in the Rotting Hive on the Corrupt Planet, and occasionally appears in the warp.
The huge bell in the center of the abyss has stopped swinging, and Mortalion is stationed with the "Blade of Silence", which is generally regarded as a pendulum, performing some kind of ritual.
In the bell jar above the giant clock, the ghost of his alien adoptive father looked out while groaning.
"Your Majesty the Plague Lord, this victory is really puzzling..."
The Death Lord looked at the ceremony scene formed by the thick liquid in the bacterial cauldron, frowning, breathing heavily Making a squeaking sound.
He doubted the possibility of victory.
No matter what, it is impossible for the Savior to win this Tyranid War alone and so quickly.
Even if he was conducting the war under the planning and guidance of Guilliman, it would be impossible.
The existences of chaos do not deny the savior's ability, but it is still a bit shocking for him to win such a victory.
It is difficult for them to admit this fact.
Now, those chaotic beings are investigating this matter.
If the savior is really so powerful.
Then he will be a greater threat than the Regent, and many plans need to be adjusted, or the savior should be dealt with first in order to better attack mankind.
However, due to the interference of Tyranid alien psychic energy in subspace and reality, it is difficult for these chaotic beings to observe this war.
It is difficult to understand what is going on.
Mortarion drives the fungus Rot Flies to travel through the warp and some areas of the galaxy, searching for any possible information.
To restore the truth of this war.
Through the residual information in the warp and the few words of the dead souls, all this points to a powerful Khorne demon - the beloved of Khorne, the supreme bloodthirsty demon Ka'banha.
There is news that Kabanha led the demon army to attack Baal.
The whispers of the dead souls conveyed some gossip:
Kabanha clashed with the Tyranids.
The Savior once marveled at the power of Kabanha’s demon army.
If that being hadn't led the army to kill most of the insect swarms, it would have been impossible for him to win so quickly.
Unfortunately, due to the interference of the Tyranids, the duel between them could not proceed.
These fragmentary information pieced together the course of this Tyranid war - on the way to attack Baal, Kabanha clashed with the Tyranid aliens and fought a fierce battle.
The terrifying being severely damaged the swarm, allowing the savior to gain a lucky victory.
This is very likely to happen.
Because these irritable and brainless Khorne demons don't care who is friend or foe after being provoked.
Even they will fight bloodyly among themselves.
Such a conclusion is more acceptable to chaotic beings and feels that it is the truth.
Without the help of the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon, it would be impossible for humans to deal with the Tyranids alone!
Mortalion thought so too.
But he did not underestimate the threat of the savior. Although the original body of hope was not as threatening as the regent, it had already begun to take shape and should not be underestimated.
"The tasks assigned by the Plague Father may need to be adjusted..."
The death lord came out with a hoarse voice.
He contacted Nurgle's most favored one, the Great Unclean One who had swallowed his father's most powerful plague - Ku'gas.
Chaos sorcery creates a body of the Great Unclean One made of fungal rhizomes.
That is Kugas’ temporary substitute.
"Mortarion, what do you have to do with me? I have too much disease work to do..."
Kugas always looks sad and glum, and Na The cheerful image of the Great Demon of Ku is out of place.
And most of all, I hate laughter and lively music.
But in Nurgle's realm, laughter and music abound.
This also made his already unhappy mood even more unhappy, like a part-time worker who works in emo all the time.
Mortalion told Ku'gas.
In addition to preparing a divine plague for Regent Guilliman that is enough to poison the gods, a new plague poison must also be given to the savior.
This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of the task.
“Ah, this is really bad...”
Kugas became visibly sad, with a lot of dissatisfaction in his tone:
“This way I have to It takes seven subspace years, seven months, seven hours, seven minutes and seven seconds to find new materials for seventy-seven diseases!"
"If you hurry up, there is still enough time."
Mortalion said calmly: "The war between the natural disaster stars is still being prepared, and the loving father's plan is on the verge of being launched. Don't you want to do more for him?
Don't forget, you swallowed loving kindness. Father's most powerful plague..."
Kugas was originally a Nurgle, but he accidentally fell into Nurgle's cauldron of plague, thus devouring the most powerful medicine that his loving father had carefully brewed for countless years. , the most perfect plague.
Then the little Nurgling transformed directly into the most powerful Great Unclean One.
Nurgle’s loving father feels very sorry for the plague that he painstakingly concocted, because he may never be able to create such a perfect work again.
But that being did not blame Kugas, but instead gave him more favor, not wanting to make the Great Unclean One unhappy.
This also made Kugas feel more guilty and sad.
When Kugas heard Mortalion's words, he was immediately kidnapped by morality.
He became even more sad:
“Ah, you opened my wound again, I will just go and collect diseases...”
The first favorite of Nurgle, the Great Unclean One, lowered his head sadly and disappeared from the fungal abyss.
Mortalion lowered his head and glanced at the scene in the cauldron again, and then extinguished it.
Those joys are temporary. The empire will soon receive the love of a loving father, and the plague flies will flood one territory after another.
But before that, you must wait patiently for the elements to gather.
The Death Lord walked deep into the Fungal Abyss. He had to deal with the war between the Scourge Stars.
It would be the landing site for Nurgle's armies across the galaxy.
…
Realm of Khorne, Hall of the Brass Bastion.
The bloody figure sits high on the brass throne.
His flaming anger burns forever, as if it will never subside.
It has been a long time since Kabanha led the demon army to conquer Baal.
However, until humans celebrated their victory in Baal, the supreme bloodthirsty demon had not returned and was missing.
No one knows where he is or what he is doing.
In the lobby.
The great daemons of Khorne were whispering, discussing information about Ka'banhar's expedition.
After the news of the failure of the campaign on Baal came, Ka'banha lost most of his prestige in the realm of Khorne.
Today, many Daemons of Khorne no longer fear him, and are even eager to challenge him.
Some demons bluntly said that no matter from any point of view, the chief demon's campaign against Baal was considered a failure.
He does not deserve to occupy the position of number one favorite, and should be severely punished.
The demons even dug up Kabanha's disastrous record in recent years and found that he had never won any important battles in these years.
This elicited more taunts from the Great Daemon of Khorne.
Some of the great demons of Khorne were distressed because Kabanha had borrowed a large number of demon troops from them, and now he had lost all his money.
They were furious and wanted to settle accounts with the supreme bloodthirsty demon!
The former Chief Demon Anglas did not participate in the discussion, he was sneering in his heart.
Because Kabanha is powerless this time.
After that guy falls, he can return to his position as the favorite of Khorne!
The Blood God remained silent on the brass throne, seeming to be secretly accumulating anger and a little dissatisfied with Kabanha, his favorite.
He can feel that Kabanha is still in the galaxy, but the specific situation is not easy to know. It is even more difficult for a subspace god like himself to penetrate the barriers.
Extend your tentacles into reality.
The Blood God thought for a moment and then spent more energy to contact Kabanha. However, after the other party accepted the message, there was no response.
The supreme bloodthirsty demon hung up the "phone" of the Blood God of Khorne with an extremely tough attitude!
Boom——
The blood god's anger erupted instantly, causing the entire realm of Khorne to be filled with bloody flames.
However, no one knows what Kabanha is doing.
……
Alert galaxy.
Endless wars are going on in the airspace and even on the surfaces of all planets. Many human forces, chaotic forces, and alien races are fighting in this area.
Making this place the most intense place of chaos in the galaxy.
Buzz~
The Planet Killer, the flagship of the Chaos Warmaster and the Great Despoiler Abaddon, was suspended in the airspace, and the huge naval gun blasted a battleship to pieces .
Inside the bridge.
Abaddon's huge body was enclosed in pitch-black armor, with only his scarlet eyes exposed.
His attention was not on this battlefield, but on the other side of the distant stars - Baal.
The Grand Predator had little interest in the ceremony. He was concerned about the position of the Regent's fleet.
The Regent appeared in the Baal System.
That means that it is difficult for his Indomitable Expedition First Fleet to support the Hazy Star Territory in a short time, and the support speed from the opposite direction is slow.
Maybe this time will be longer.
Abaddon's eyes became increasingly scarlet.
He decided to put the fleet originally used to guard against the Regent into the battlefield in the Obscure Star Territory, and also sent more troops to fight quickly!
"Perhaps, the Fourteenth Dark Crusade can begin..." the Chaos Warmaster thought.
(End of this chapter)