Chapter 1151 Changing the Court
“We should adhere to the virtues formed since the founding of the Legion, help the soldiers recognize themselves and resist evil. We need to fulfill our duties and make suggestions to the original body with kindness and reason. , urging them to always be fair and wise. In the past, we viewed the Milky Way too simply and firmly believed that there was an insurmountable wall between good and evil. The lesson Terence taught us is: good and evil There is only a thin line between us, and anyone may cross this line on a certain occasion, even us! If one day, we fall into some kind of blind confidence that we will never fall into evil, what we say will All actions are righteous - that means that we have lost the ability to distinguish between good and evil, and that we are not far from depravity."
Looking at the oath once engraved on the silver medal of the gibbous moon, Abaddon. Thinking of the eyes of the person who said these words, I couldn't help but fall into memories of the past for three whole days.
Then, when he left the chamber, he became the Avenger, the Marauder, the Warmaster once more.
Drawing his thoughts out of his memories, Abaddon said to the war blacksmith in front of him:
"I need to take some time to figure out some things. We won't have any big activities until those things are cleared up."
"If this is your arrangement, I have no objection."
“By the way, how is your original body now?”
Baben Falk stiffened for a while, then shook his head and responded in a low voice:
“It’s still the same He's always the same, even though the legion is in pieces, he won't even glance at him. The last time I saw him was four hundred years ago."
Abaddon stretched out his hand and put it on the other man's shoulder.
"Brother, the era of the original body is over, we will create our own era!"
Baben Fak didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
Then Abaddon turned around and looked at those outside the circle.
“Let me introduce to you, this is my friend, the war blacksmith Babon Falk. We fought side by side in the Great Crusade.”
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at Kranon.
“This is the leader of the Scarlet Slayer, Kranon the Merciless. You must have heard of his name.”
Looking at Kranon, Barbon Falk led He raised his chin with slight contempt.
"Nice to meet you, ruthless man, may that terrible curse go away from you."
Cranon smiled ferociously, showing his sharp teeth, and replied without any kindness:
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"I also wish that the steel on your body will never decay, War Blacksmith."
Abaddon introduced several more people, all of whom were mercenaries or allies hired by him, and then his fingers moved on Garmoze Jay's direction stopped.
"That is the representative of Huron, called Garmo Zejie. His contribution to this battle is not small."
"People from Huron?"
Babon Falk looked at Garmozejie, and then shook his head.
"You used to be an Imperial."
Among the Chaos Space Marines, this kind of questioning is almost insulting, especially for those warriors who have defected from the loyal chapter, this kind of behavior is exposing wounds. It is enough to draw a sword, which shows the war blacksmith's contempt for Garmo Zejie.
At least he was polite to Kranon, but there was no doubt that Garmo Zejie was a small character worth mentioning in his eyes.
Galmo Zejie clenched his gloves tightly, but there was a natural smile on his face.
“I have found my way back and embraced the truth of the galaxy.”
Baben Falk snorted and said nothing.
In this way, the meeting between Abaddon and the War Blacksmith ended, and then the two parties parted ways. Abaddon returned to his lair in the Eye of Terror, while the War Blacksmith headed for his next plunder target.
But the two parties agreed that they would jointly carry out a big move in the near future.
Not long after Abaddon returned to the Spirit of Vengeance, he received a request for an audience from Garmo Zejie.
Five hours later, on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon looked at Garmo Zejie who had succumbed to his feet, his expression unmoved.
"Huron is my ally, and he can also be regarded as my good brother-"
Abaddon sighed suddenly and absently bent the claws in his hands.
“…We burned the oath paper in front of the altar of the gods, and concluded the alliance under the eyes of the gods, but you want to betray him, and you want me to betray him, which makes me very embarrassed. Ah."
Galmo Zejie pressed his forehead against the cold floor and whispered:
"I just want to serve the true hero of the Eye of Terror." "Ha, I. I can understand, but not to mention Huron himself, a capricious little man, what do you think your value is? Although Igorsemer is dead, you have to understand that there is no shortage of wizards around me, I just need to wave. , whether it is the Wizard Planet or anywhere else, there are many wizards who are much more powerful than you who are willing to join me. Even Ahriman has enough leverage to let him do things for me.”
"Warmaster, I am—"
"You are a descendant of the Second Legion."
Abaddon interrupted Garmozerj.
“Ahriman has told me so.”
Then, the Chaos Warmaster smiled softly.
“A dead remnant of a vanished legion doesn’t have much value in my eyes. You have to understand this. There is nothing rare about the Second Legion. Just like the Thousand Sons, a fragmented legion doesn’t care about the past. How glorious, but it is worthless in the face of reality, not to mention that you are not even as good as the Thousand Sons."
"What about the two-"
Before he finished speaking, Abaddon suddenly said. He grabbed Garmo Zejie's neck with his non-clawed hand.
“Do you want to say that the Eleventh Legion is it?”
This was the first time that Garmo Zejie showed surprise in front of Abaddon. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
“I just thought there was something wrong with Soshyan and the Astral Knights before, but the battle report from Iengla Speer allowed me to finally confirm this matter. This is why you said what you just said. The reason why he is still alive after saying this.”
Abadon smiled at Galmozej, then raised his paw, and a holographic image appeared in his paw, that was Soshyan Alexei. face.
“I have met Soshyan, do you believe it?”
“What——”
"In other words, I have seen his face a long time ago. In Fabius's dirty laboratory, I also personally killed the owner of that face."
Gar Mo Zejie's eyes widened, and he finally realized the meaning of what Abaddon said.
"Then-"
Abaddon shook his head, let go of his hand, and threw Garmozej back to the ground.
"Sorry, I haven't met you, so I know you hate Soshyan very much, but... you may not be able to surpass him in your life."
Garmo Zejie gritted his teeth and could not say a word.
"What? Not convinced?"
Abadon smiled and raised his paw at the other party.
"Come, I'll give you a chance to defeat me, then I will naturally accept you."
"This——"
Garmo Zejie was stunned, but Abaddon ignored his attitude at all. Instead, he turned around and shouted loudly:
"Don't interfere!"
These words were obviously Tell it to those Terminator bodyguards.
Then, he turned his attention back to Galmo Zejie, who was a little overwhelmed.
"You have only one chance, defeat me, or I defeat you, in which case I will send a traitor's head to Huron and deepen our friendship."
As he spoke, he waved his hand towards one of the Terminators.
"Your sword."
The other party immediately sent the sword over. It was a power sword.
“Remember, you only have one chance.”
(End of Chapter)