Chapter 954 Abaddon's Response
The first person to enter was Abaddon's personal guard and bodyguard, Falkus Kibre.
He was once the First Captain of the Sons of Horus, leading the elite Gastalin Terminator team led by captain Ezekiel Abaddon. In other words, he was Abaddon's old superior. .
But all this changed after the Heresy. When the Sons of Horus took the body of the primarch and hid back in the Eye of Terror, they were besieged by other legions. Not only did the last stronghold fall, The body of the Primarch was snatched away, and the former Legion was torn apart.
Farcus Kibre has been committed to restoring the glory of the Legion, so he began to search for the missing flagship of the Legion, the Vengeful Spirit. In the process, due to an accident, he and his subordinates became Enchanted warrior.
However, unlike most possessed warriors, Falkus Kibrai's mind was not occupied by demons. He endured tenaciously, and with the help of Khayon and others, he found the Soul of Vengeance and the person who possessed the Soul of Vengeance at the time. Abaddon.
Falkus Kibray swore allegiance to Abaddon as soon as he met him, and then the Despoiler formed the Black Legion, destroyed the Emperor's Children's fortress, and killed Horu Clone of Si.
As one of the founders of the Black Legion, Falkus is now not only Abaddon's personal choice, but also the leader of the Black Legion Terminator elite known as the "Bringer of Despair" and the most practical person in the Legion. senior figures.
After hearing the announcement of the Warmaster's arrival, everyone quickly stood in a loose circle. Although they gathered, they kept their distance from each other and followed an informal order.
Soon, in the shadow of the dim passage, a huge body appeared in everyone's sight.
The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the crimson Ktonian gangster-style braid, and then there is the black terminator of Gastalin, which was decorated with the wide-open Eye of Horus, but it has undergone a series of improvements and adjustments and has become It's completely different from the original.
However, Abaddon has one thing that is very special. He refuses to use armor slaves. Abaddon does not allow anyone else to maintain and adjust his black armor. All the souvenirs hanging on it are his. Hammered into the armor himself, the ornaments and talismans designed and carved by himself, the repair patches and reinforcements made by his own hands.
The only thing he allows others to assist is wearing armor. After all, even a demigod has no choice when it comes to putting on ceramite armor and getting it in place. He must let machines and slaves help him put on armor.
Some see this as a sign of Abaddon's overly paranoia, but others see it as some kind of leader's hands-on charisma.
Rumors about Abaddon are always like this, full of contradictions.
The characteristics of Abaddon are far from simple. A huge power claw is set on his left arm. The claw body is a silver blade with a vaguely visible arc. Each one looks like a deadly scythe.
A double-barreled bolter was mounted on the gauntlet. A hungry brass demon was carved next to the gloomy loading port. Scratches and dents covered the black surface.
This is the Claw of Horus, the weapon of the former great traitor Horus.
Even when it is not activated, it still exudes a deadly, evil, and cruel aura. From the deadly blade to the black muzzle on its back, the Claw of Horus viciously threatens all lives present. A strange spiritual halo emanates from the surface of the blade, dry, hot, and suffocating, oppressing the nerves of everyone who stares at it.
“You all seem to be in good spirits.”
Abaddon's skin showed a strange reddish color under some evil aura, and his golden eyes scanned every Chaos Lord present, finally settling on Erquessos.
"Equisos, don't always waste your energy on meaningless places."
The Khorne champion snorted and did not respond.
Meetings between legion commanders have always been Abaddon's attempt to bring chaos into order. At meetings, officers and lords could discuss supply lines, resources, formations, numbers, combat objectives, and operations. Responsibilities and other issues.
In short, he has been trying to make the Black Legion work and think like a fighting team, rather than like a group of leaders of different warbands.
Each warrior was therefore able to speak and contribute in his own area, while Abaddon, as the presiding officer, would usually remain silent accordingly, as he understood the value of allowing subordinate commanders to exercise their authority and encouraged them compete with each other.
The Lords were driven not only to perform in front of Abaddon to win his uncommon praise, but more importantly to outperform other warbands in performance and role, in order to Win the Warmaster's favor.
Everyone knows that Abaddon is stingy with praise, but one thing is undeniable: those who can suppress conflicts within their own warbands, whether through charm, murder, or challenging rituals, and those who can Those who are reliable and trustworthy in battle, and who do not abandon their battle plans due to greed derived from blood or the call of the corresponding gods, are without exception the most rewarded.
They were assigned positions of honor during every assault, and Abaddon tended to rely on them to ensure victory.
These people are the backbone of the Dark Legion.
But the atmosphere of today's meeting was not good, because from the beginning everyone was blaming the fleet commander for his poor combat performance, which quickly turned into accusations between lords and officers.
This was not what Abaddon wanted, so he decided to host the meeting himself.
“Do you think our current situation is very bad?”
No one answered, but everyone’s eyes represented their respective attitudes. Few people seemed optimistic.
A smile appeared on Abaddon's face, and then he stretched out his free right hand, and a planet image appeared in the center of the table in the hall.
"The ones coming this time are just the Dark Angels, Astral Knights, White Templar and a small number of Gray Knights. Their strength is far inferior to ours."
Soon, the three warriors The regiment's logo appears on the planet's orbit.
Although Aingra Speer was defeated, he also passed all the information he knew to Abaddon, so the Predator already knew the enemy he was facing.
“The commander this time must be that young boy Azrael.”
A cruel smile appeared on Abaddon's face.
"The reconnaissance force has learned that Azrael has announced that the remaining Imperials on the planet will be evacuated first. This is good, very good."
As soon as he heard this, Dela M. Korda's purple eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, we can't let him succeed."
"The opponent's military strength is not as good as ours, but it has absolute air and orbital advantages. We must use the underground network to maneuver and constantly contain Ah Zril's withdrawal slowly depleted their forces."
It was obvious that Abaddon had made a corresponding plan, and everyone knew that this was not a discussion, but an order.
“We have to keep them busy so that we can delay them on the planet. Ha, do they think they really won the naval battle if they won it?”
At this time, Taylor Manon suddenly said:
"There is also Soshyan Alexei from the Astral Knights. Khayon may have fallen into his hands. What if he is commanding? ?”
No one responded. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little strange. Yi Gesemmo closed his eyes tightly, as if he was meditating.
Everyone believes that it was precisely because of Kayon's disappearance that he achieved his current status.
Abaddon shook his head.
"The proud Dark Angel will not accept the command of others. Soshyan and his like are nothing more than unknown people. Winning a Huron by chance can prove nothing, but you reminded me that if we can capture him alive after the war, His words may help him know the whereabouts or ending of Kayon."
The big plunderer said, looking at Igosemo.
“What’s the response from that thing?”
The wizard shook his head.
“There is no response yet. I guess its power has not recovered yet. Once it recovers, it should agree to our request. After all, it will still be unable to leave this world without destroying it.”
"Tell it, I only give it a week, my patience is limited."
"Warmaster, those conditions..."
"You can handle these things, I will There are many things to do, so focus on fighting.”
As he spoke, the dark overlord suddenly sighed.
"If Khayon was still here, how would a demon have the guts to negotiate terms with us."
Igosemo just pretended not to hear, bowed and whispered calmly:
“Yes, I will talk to it right away.”
(End of this chapter)