Chapter 578 Draconian


Chapter 578 Drachnion

“Destroy the Black Legion?”

Kayon was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.

"Hahaha! Not to mention that your eleventh legion is not even a shadow now. Even if you really rebuild the legion, you will never be able to fight against Abaddon!"

"Oh? He He is an Astartes, and I am also an Astartes. Even if he possesses the power of the evil god, he cannot defeat Gray Marrow."

"No, you think Abaddon's biggest trump card is psychic power? Then you are wrong. When you really face him, you will know how wrong you are!"

So Shi Yang thought for a while. Although the Black Legion seemed far away, now that he had captured Kayon, the opponent would definitely not give up.

Maybe it won’t be long before he has to face the revenge of the traitor, so he needs to know more to be prepared.

“Then tell me, what is Abaddon’s biggest trump card.”

“It’s a sword.”

"A sword?"

Kayon closed his eyes, seeming to be recalling something -

"That is a magic sword. Many of what we do are caused by that sword." A demon sword. Under the edge of this demon sword, the empire fell into a sea of ​​blood. Even we ourselves were bleeding like rivers. The Black Legion launched an expedition to possess it and slaughtered those who tried to capture it in endless time. Man."

"Does it have a name?"

"In the Ctonian language, this magic sword is called Usag, or "Oblivion", which belongs to the legion to which Leo previously belonged. In the language of the Grass, Nagrakari, it is called Skalaval, or "Crown Splitter". In the Prospero language of Tizca, the city where I was born, it is Mar-Atar-Sai "Madness" "Fragment", for the people of Nefertari, it is the "Thorn of Truth" of Solasel. Mentioning its name will only be regarded as the darkest curse. But these are not perfect references to the true name of the magic sword. Translation, because it is neither cast in time nor shaped by hands."

"Is it so powerful?"

"Oh, in the wordless spiritual language of the subspace winds, in the endless roars of demon chants, its true name is always echoing-Dracnion Human The mind cannot understand it as words, because it is not a phrase, but a concept. The screams and sobs of the Eternal Song speak of the inevitable death of the Emperor, and that his Empire will also go extinct in ignorance and blind faith! In the first chorus, that concept, the origin of evil incarnate, is Drachnion, that concept that we try and fail to put into words in words, Ursag, Skaraval, Mal-a Tal-Sai... they all descended from the same source: the Draconian, the end of the Imperium, a monster born of the faith of the Warp and created solely to kill the King of Mankind."

"Concept...you said it is a concept?"

"It is too profound for you. To put it simply, the existence that you call chaos, or the union of evil, that we call the universe God's existence - its essence and energy does not obey us, it is not an entity that supports us unilaterally, nor is it a reliable weapon adapted to our needs. It uses us and incites us just to satisfy its own whims. It is a force of sincerity that allows us to willingly wear original sin outside of our armor, yet it is also the essence of absolute deceit, twisting and changing itself at will in pursuit of its conflict-ridden end, and it has been the focus of every effort since the dawn of time. An absolute conflict formed by human memories, emotions and pain, and the same sufferings of countless alien races are also mixed in, making it finally take shape."

Soshiyang frowned, although. He didn't completely believe what Kayon said, but he was also afraid of this terrifying magic weapon.

"How did Abaddon get such a powerful thing?"

"It can be used by others, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to be used by it in turn. It can accept worship or all kinds of requests, But the prerequisite is that you are willing to bear the risk of being cursed during ascension. It is the power flowing in the blood of reality. It has chosen us, treating us as its toys and worshiping us as its warriors. This is how It’s beyond words. But to be honest, it’s not on our side, and many of us spend our lives fighting and resisting it, more than pleading with it.”

Ka. Yang sighed softly, seeming to recall something.

“This is the Blade of Abaddon. Even though I am now alone here, carefully restrained by you, this imprisonment still brings me some comfort: it is a relief to be so far away from Draknien. "

"It's affecting you too? ""Even though my power has been drained, I can still hear its whispers at the edge of my consciousness, but I can no longer hear its laughter. It no longer penetrates into the core of my essence. It is a disturbance, an infection, a demon that tears apart reality and leaves behind an invisible chaos and takes great pleasure in it. Some people say that this weapon is shaped like a long sword. The sword, just because Ezekel wanted it to take this shape, I can tell you it's true. It's not a sword, it's not even a monster. There are rumors among the legions that it is The first gift the gods gave Abaddon to lure him into their arms, and if true, it would not be their last attempt."

"It's just a demon, I'm not afraid."

"I said, it's not a demon."

"What is that?"

"That's fate - it lies in Abaddon's hands."

Soshyan was not used to Kayan's way of speaking. He was silent for a moment and changed to a simple question.

“Did this thing appear after the Horus Heresy?”

“No.

“Then why didn’t the Primarchs who rebelled earlier get it? . "

"Because it didn't want to help those original bodies, Abaddon was able to obtain it all thanks to the Weeping Lady. ”

"The Weeping Lady? A witch?"

"No, her name is Moriana. You must not have imagined her identity. She was once one of the founders of the Imperial Tribunal. About her The records have been almost entirely erased, and perhaps traces of her can be found in the shadows of the deepest secrets of the Palace of Terra. But there is no doubt that the poison caused by her presence has permeated your very foundations, just as ours have suffered as well. Very deep.”

Soshiyang’s eyes suddenly widened.

"The founder of the Tribunal."

This is indeed a bombshell. If this matter spreads, the legitimacy of the Tribunal as an institution will even be shaken.

But Soshyan quickly calmed down again.

Such a long time ago, and only Kayon's words, maybe it's just a demon in disguise.

"How are you sure she is the founder of the Inquisition."

"Because... I brought her to Abaddon."

"Listen to you His tone seemed a little regretful?”

Kayon chuckled.

"It's okay if you think so. In a sense, the evolution of the Black Legion also started with her."

If everyone thinks it's okay... then give it to Lao Mo. Just give me a monthly ticket(;︵;`)

 

 

(End of this chapter)

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