Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The two demon primarchs closest to Abaddon could even clearly feel the almost congealing cold murderous intent in Abaddon's words! !

At this moment, Abaddon does have the capital to reveal his murderous intent!

As the second choice of the Four Gods after Warmaster Horus, Abaddon's power is even comparable to that of the demon prince who ascended to the devil! !

And if you add the Phoenix Sword blessed by the Prince of Joy, then even if Mortarion and Fulgrim join forces... there is absolutely no guarantee of victory.

At this moment, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was already enveloped in a burst of burning rage.

At the beginning, the Betrayer Legion, which embraced the power of Chaos, had an absolute advantage! The blasphemous betrayers far outnumbered the loyalists who clung to Cartier, both in strength and numbers.

The goddess of victory has clearly smiled on the despicable betrayers! But why, why on earth did things evolve into what they are now?

The face of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is extremely gloomy. As the commander of the entire Chaos camp... Abaddon is very aware of the current situation that the betrayers are facing.

Nearly half of the legions either actively or passively withdrew from the battlefield, and even the remaining black legions, plague legions, and sons of noise... also suffered a certain degree of trauma in this war that lasted for several months. .

Even with the addition of the group of Chaos Demons born from the depths of the Sea of ​​Souls, the traitor's advantage over the loyal has lost its overwhelming power!

At this moment, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has no determination to win this war.

The Archangel Sanguinius, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, has returned to the Empire!

The power of Archangel Sanguinius and the Imperial Regent alone is enough to confront the entire Black Legion plus the Plague Legion! !

In addition to the Space Marines and Imperial Guards staying in the Eagle Fortress, as well as the Death Watch fleet that is eyeing the orbit of the planet Cartier...

Once the loyalists figure out a way to penetrate the interference of the power of chaos, the situation where the betrayers originally had the upper hand will be overturned in an instant! !

The final outcome of this war has become confusing without any warning at this moment.

With the Chaos Gods unable to end the war in person, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was not 100% sure of winning this war that would affect the future of the entire galaxy.

There was a suffocating silence in the air.

After a long time, the Plague Prince, holding the Death Scythe, turned his attention to the Chaos Warmaster.

"What should we do now?" Mortarion's ugly and blasphemous face had an inexplicable expression. "With our current strength alone, we have no confidence in attacking the Eagle Fortress."

"But we have no choice, don't we?" Abaddon said with a trace of anger on his brows, "Those three idiots, Magnus, Angron, and Perturabo, if they give up everything from the beginning If we go all out... then the fortress world of Cartier may have already fallen into our control. "

The Chaos Warmaster sighed slowly, "But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in talking about these anymore! We must finalize the outcome of this war as soon as possible."

A trace of blasphemous light flashed in Abadon's pupils, "The longer this war drags on, the worse it will be for us! You should also be able to feel it... In the deepest part of the subspace, the Corpse Emperor is fighting with the gods. A magnificent war."

"But you and I both know very well that the covenant between the Chaos Gods is not strong! The Lord of Changes and the Lord of Brass have begun to show obvious hostility, and the Prince of Joy and the Father of Plague... have not All the strength is devoted to the war with the Corpse Emperor."

"Once the covenant between the Chaos Gods is completely broken, the Corpse Emperor can unreservedly use his power to support the fortress world of Cartier!"

"Our strength alone is obviously not enough to compete with the cold sun hanging high on the sea of ​​souls! Once that time comes, our failure will become a foregone conclusion! The word failure... is absolutely unacceptable to me!" A cold light flashed in Abaddon's pupils.

"Mortarion, I need you to summon all the renegade warbands and Chaos warbands on the entire planet immediately!"

Abaddon calmly gave the order to Mortarion, "Listen, if you want to win this war... you must listen to my command wholeheartedly!"

There was a certain sense of superiority in Abaddon's words. For ordinary Chaos Space Marines... this tone may not be a big problem.

But for the Daemon Primarch who embraced the power of Chaos, Abaddon's tone seemed somewhat contemptuous.

"Abaddon, are you ordering me?" Mortalion squinted his eyes, and there was a cold light in his pupils that had long been obscured by the power of chaos.

Mortarion felt that his glory had been desecrated by Abaddon. If it were another occasion... the Plague Prince would definitely let this damn Chaos Warmaster taste the pain of tens of thousands of diseases erupting in his body at the same time.

But at this moment, it is obviously not the time to care about these small things! !

Mortarion temporarily suppressed Abaddon's blasphemy in his heart. When the dust of this war has completely settled... the Plague Prince will personally make the Chaos Warmaster understand his past mistakes.

"For the great father Nurgle, Abaddon... I can tolerate your disrespect this time! But if you dare to point fingers at me next time... I will let you experience the feeling of maggots crawling in and out of your body."

The undisguised threat of Mortarion made the Chaos Warmaster's face reveal a trace of anger.

But reason told Abaddon that now was not the time to tear his face with Mortarion.

Magnus's Thousand Sons Legion had withdrawn from the battlefield, and the two or three big cats and small cats that followed the Lord of Steel Perturabo had been annihilated.

The World Eaters Legion, which was the most fanatical about the war, had no intention of intervening in this war at all, and the combat effectiveness of the Word Bearers Legion was basically equivalent to air.

The Sons of Noise led by Phoenix Fulgrim also had other tasks, and the Black Legion led by Abaddon himself was responsible for the main attack on the battlefield... It was absolutely impossible to send them out now! !

The current situation was very bleak for the despicable betrayers! !

If the Plague Legion is lost in this situation, then Abaddon's Black Legion and Fulgrim's Noisesons alone... can only add some more achievements to the Imperial Regent and Archangels, but can't bring any substantial damage to the Empire.

In order to achieve the great plan of the Chaos Gods and to completely destroy the corrupt and declining Empire... So, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon temporarily swallowed his anger.

As mentioned before, the despicable betrayer camp has never been a monolithic one.

Since the Chaos Warmaster Horus fell on the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon, who inherited the name of Horus Warmaster, has no ability to convince the people! !

It is no exaggeration to say that once the betrayers really occupy the fortress world Cartier... it won't be long before a new war breaks out between them again.

A war for dividing resources and distributing benefits! !

If you think about it carefully, it's really sad...

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The name of Plague Prince Mortarion is well-known throughout the Sea of ​​Souls.

Even the renegade warbands that have only embraced the power of Chaos in the last few millennia still have a certain amount of awe for the Plague Prince Mortarion, whose footprints are all over the galaxy.

Following the call of the Primarch Mortarion, and also in order to be able to plunder the rich planets of the Empire in the near future, the renegade warbands, Chaos warbands, and other scattered betrayers scattered on Cartier gathered under the command of the Chaos Warmaster at the fastest speed.

In addition to these betrayers who couldn't even put together a complete set of power armor, Mortarion also saw an old face that he was extremely familiar with and hated among these Chaos warbands that gathered.

Mortarion's good son, the most filial son in the galaxy, and the Lord of the Death Guard Legion - Typhons!

Although the original Typhons had led nearly 30% of the Death Guard to leave the Legion, he still had a certain necessary degree of respect for his genetic father... Typhons.

But thousands of years ago, when Mortarion caused some trouble to his father Nurgle in order to satisfy his desires... Typhons' last bit of respect for the Father of Genes disappeared without a trace.

Now Typhons looked at Mortarion with the same eyes as a clown performing.

Such blasphemous eyes deeply hurt Mortarion's already sensitive nerves.

Looking at the contemptuous smile on Typhons' face, at this moment... Plague Prince Mortarion could no longer suppress the rage burning in his heart.

"Typhons, you damned bastard, how dare you appear before me?" Mortarion roared angrily with almost crazy words, "For the sake of my father, I have never settled accounts with you before!" "But today you dare to appear before me... Then, it's time to pay the price of death for your betrayal and blasphemy for ten thousand years!" Mortarion pulled out the Death Scythe covered with plague and fungi from his spine, "Typhons, are you ready for a painful death?" The stinking Death Scythe pointed directly at the direction where Typhons was! With the flashing of a green light full of life, the murderous intent released from the body of the Plague Prince spread like a storm. No one can face the anger of a demon prince! ! ! Facing the burning rage of a demon prince, the traitors belonging to the Chaos Warband and the Renegade Warband instinctively felt a trace of fear. If possible, these traitors who only want to make a fortune in the empire want to leave this battlefield as quickly as possible! After all, when gods fight, mortals suffer...

Plague Prince Mortarion and Betrayer Typhons both have the blessing of the benevolent father Nurgle. For masters like these who play with viruses... any range attack is enough to fill every corner of this land with viruses.

Although the Betrayer with the blessing of Chaos has a certain degree of resistance to the virus, facing the virus born from the hands of the benevolent father Nurgle... they still have no chance of escaping death! !

This group of despicable Betrayer does not want to die! !

But it is obvious that if they choose to leave the battlefield at this moment...it will be a provocation to the Plague Prince and even the entire Betrayer camp.

And in that situation, even if the traitors failed to occupy the fortress world Cartier in the end...these Chaos warbands who dared to leave the battlefield would definitely not be able to escape the reckoning from the other traitor legions in the end.

So, even in the face of imminent death...the traitors of the Chaos warband still forced themselves to stand on the battlefield.

Facing the anger of a demon primarch, most of the traitors present felt a breath of death! That feeling was like the whispering of the devils in hell...

Most of the traitors' bodies trembled slightly, even the ancient soldiers who had experienced the Horus Heresy...faced with this suffocating terrifying momentum, they also showed a trace of fear.

Of course, there are exceptions!!

For example, the traveler Typhons who was standing in front of Mortarion and facing the wrath of the demon prince.

For the terrifying momentum released from the demon primarch, Typhons did not show a single bit of fear! Looking at his already furious gene father, Typhons actually wanted to laugh.

"Motarion! It should have been nearly half a thousand years since we last met, right?" Typhons called the name of the Gene Father in a contemptuous tone, "I didn't expect that a thousand years have passed, but you are still as weak and incompetent as before!"

"It's disgusting to have a Gene Father like you!" Typhons' words were full of undisguised malice, "It seems that I took you to embrace the blessing of the loving father at the beginning. It was a very correct choice."

"If there is no help from the great loving father, then you now... should still be as cowardly, incompetent and jealous as you were ten thousand years ago." Typhons' mouth hung a trace of disgusting contempt.

"Weak and incompetent?" Mortarion took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down the anger in his heart: "Typhons, I hope you can still say such words later."

The Death Scythe held tightly in Mortarion's palm burst into a surging light. Even at a distance of hundreds of meters... all the betrayers present could still feel the power of filth and blasphemy.

Without a doubt, that was the great power of the benevolent father Nurgle!!

"My dear father, I take back what I said before..." Typhons' words were still full of malice, "Your character has not changed at all! You are still the same as you were ten thousand years ago, weak, incompetent and jealous!"