Chapter 1150 War Blacksmith
Bang, bang, bang
With the sound of heavy footsteps, a tall figure staggered out from the smoky interior of the Stormbird with yellow and black warning stripes. It emerged, rusty armor emerging from under its tattered cloak, its iron boots clinging to the earth from hundreds of worlds,
its shoulder armor was made of a large mass of moving gears and pistons. Composed, the weight is supported by an inflated piston.
Under the helmet, its face is covered with a large piece of rusted steel, leaving two foggy eyepieces. An air intake hose is inserted in the center of the face, and the oily smoke emitted is formed around it. A cloud of dirty smoke was released, drawing a trail behind him.
It makes a gurgling sound every time it breathes, and with its slightly curved back, it looks surly.
However, there is undoubtedly power within that tortured body. Although it looks decrepit, it somehow controls everything around it.
This man holds a huge power hammer in his hand. Every time the root hits the rock, the dull sound echoes heavily. The huge shoulders tell an almost cruel perseverance, a kind that can withstand what he has to endure. The brothers' abilities pale in comparison to strength.
After walking in front of the team, it stopped and hissed under its helmet.
"May the gods bless you, great Warmaster."
The warsmith spoke in a deep voice that sounded like the boiling flames of a furnace or the hiss of a rusted pistons, coming from within the power armor.
Then, the terminators of the Black Legion separated a path.
The Lord of the Black Legion, the Great Predator Ezekiel Abaddon, slowly walked out.
Garmozej stared at the Warmaster and had to admit that Abaddon did have a talent that made everyone respect him and all the armies begging to be led by him.
The iconic braid stands high on the top of the armor, his head is submerged in a ball of blood-red boiling energy, and the end of his right arm is a huge power claw, even when closed He also roared with uncontrollable murderous desire.
As he moved, it seemed as if the entire galaxy's material quickly gave way to him, making him obscenely huge, and the red-gold glasses adorning his baroque armor peered out as if on purpose, observing, judging, examining.
However, his own eyes are the most terrifying.
The golden eyes are surrounded by layers of pale flesh. They are a pair of eyes that have stared into the soul at the center of the abyss, a pair of eyes that have faced the shape of reality with their desperate and cruel authority.
Ezekiel Abaddon stood before the warsmith Babon Falk and stretched out his left hand.
“May the gods bless you, my brother.”
Babon Falk gently shook Abaddon's hand, then let go and looked around.
"Iskandar Kayan didn't come with you? I thought he was like your shadow."
"I thought Honso was like that to you."
As soon as he heard Honso's name, Papen Falk coughed contemptuously.
"Who knows what that bastard has done and where he is? I'm looking for him myself. If you happen to run into him, you must let me know."
Abaddon's gaze then flickered, his eyes moving strangely, as if he were looking at something that wasn't there, or should be there.
But Garmo Zejie felt that the other party's eyes seemed to glance at him, although Abaddon did not turn his head at all.
“I will, brother, thank you very much for your assistance this time.”
“With a little effort, our contract is still valid, everything is ready, and the stage has been set.”
Abaddon nodded, his face expressionless, as if his once approachable humanity had dried up and been replaced by a distant majesty.
"In the eyes of the Imperial people, it seems that I have failed again."
"Those rats who live under the light of the star torch have never been able to see the true darkness." The War Blacksmith gasped and shook his head.
"By the time they turned their attention to Pavilion, we had destroyed ten blackstone creations in the Obscure Sector."
"That's it. , this battle seemed like they won, but it was actually a win-win - we won twice.”
Abaddon whispered. He raised his head, his empty gaze scanning the crystalline ether above him.
"They are still fighting hard in the spider web we set up."
Suddenly, his expression became serious.
“But remember, what we are facing is not some little warlord who has a last-ditch fight. Even if he is weak, even if he is a skeleton, he is still incomparable. Can you imagine what can give birth to or kill? Does death exist? To succeed, it must be foolproof, so that he will not be able to escape the punishment of the Avengers. We still have a lot to do, and destroying the black stone creation is only a key step. There are still many troubles in front of us, such as this Soshiyan, he will definitely be a big trouble for us in the future."
"Then destroy him, along with his battle group."
Abaddon shook his head.
"Not now, the empire is already frightened, and any movement will cause a strong reaction from it, as well as some people."
As he spoke, he frowned.
To this day, he still clearly remembers the uneasiness and doubt in his heart when he faced the mysterious man.
Who is he?
Why are you dressed like that?
Why does it make him feel so familiar?
After leaving Pai Mao, Abaddon once locked himself in a private room for three full days just to clarify the whole thing. During this process, his eyes were always fixed on one thing——
An old object from many, many years ago, hidden deep in the box and memory that he almost never opens, because he saw this thing from the other person.
A gibbous silver medal.
This thing took him back 10,000 years ago to what was supposed to be the Twilight of Terra on the lower decks of the Vengeful Spirit.
“Our name?”
“The Shadowmoon Wolf.”
“Above it?”
“The Shadowmoon Council. ”
"Bathe in the moonlight, and work together to prove my oath until death."
"Kill for the living!"
"Kill for the dead!"
Four warriors wearing green and white armor were kneeling on one knee and roaring in unison. Between them was a round pool, with the pale reflection of a planet reflected on the water.
Then, the four warriors lowered their swords and put the tip of the sword against the gorget of the warrior on their left.
In addition, the other hand of each soldier holds a folded square oath ribbon. This kind of paper ribbon is usually used to record the goals that each unit wants to achieve on the battlefield. The soldiers will carry these ribbons. The belt is attached to the armor to indicate one's tactical intentions to his comrades.
The four warriors present all wrote a paragraph on the ribbon - but those words had nothing to do with honor, but a method of punishment they had drawn up for those who betrayed their oaths.
Although so many years have passed, Abaddon still remembers what someone once said -
(End of this chapter)