Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 298

  Chapter 298 Rise of the Primarch: This time, it will not be the same

  Solar System/Throne Galaxy-Neptune Domain

Neptune is the farthest planet in the solar system. In the long, long time ago, people believed that this blue planet was full of sea water, so it was called Neptune, but it is not the case, there is no sea on Neptune. , or any liquid, if any, is frozen to ice.

It is at the very edge of the solar system, far away from the temperature of the sun, floating alone in the dark night sky. Uranus is really too far away from the main galaxy of the solar system. Astronomers discussed a long time ago whether to put Uranus is expelled from the solar system's list of planets.

Fortunately, it was not expelled in the end, and in the later years, humans in the golden age transformed it into a heavy element base for the development of hydrogen, helium, methane, and deuterium. Even in later years, Uranus' resources were almost exhausted. Later, the human empire also built a peripheral early warning fortress here, in order to issue an alarm for Terra and intercept the enemy when the enemy invaded, so as to gain time for combat preparation.

However, the result didn't seem to be quite as expected. The incomplete armor plate of the fortress imprinted with the golden aquila of the Empire was floating feebly, and there were countless broken fortress wreckage floating around it, and they circled the orbit of the planet like an asteroid belt. , because of the gravitational pull of the planet itself, it falls into the surface of the planet from time to time, just like bolides that landslide in the sky.

And in that far orbit, the culprits that caused all this hovered in the starry sky, and the huge war fleets that hovered together were dormant on the dark side of Uranus like a group of wolves ready to go. , a huge shadow covered them, and the scarlet propeller light shone faintly in the darkness, like the blood-red eyes of a ferocious beast.

The warships that slowly slid through the shadows swarmed around them, and they surrounded their own wolf pack like a pack of wolves, the largest of the wolves, around the vicious and brutal wolf pack, on the ship named Vengeful Spirit. around the ancient Glorious Queen-class battleship.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the shadow of Marshal Gao. He stood in front of the huge window of the bridge and looked down at the fleet outside. Warships gleaming with blood-red light slid past his eyes. Sharks prowl in the dark.

Abaddon's scarlet eyes lifted from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he looked at his own reflection on the window. For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of Horus. He was very similar to Horus. These warriors, who closely resembled the Primarch himself, were known as the First Sons of Horus.

And now Abaddon, he is wearing the black Terminator armor, with an ominous red light flashing behind his head, and his eyes are as scarlet and terrifying as Horus back then. He is very similar to his father in every sense, Also like Horus, he came to the solar system and vowed to seize the throne world.

"Weak Horus, weak Horus, I won't fail like you this time." Abaddon looked at the reflection on the window and growled in a low voice. Xos and the warband leaders of the Black Fleet stood on either side, awaiting the arrival of the Warmaster.

And Abaddon would not let them wait any longer. Abaddon, who was wearing Terminator armor and became almost as tall as a Primarch under the blessing of warp power, walked to the table, and the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed with every step. Even space marines, even these traitors who have been in the warp for ten thousand years, are terrified.

   "Report the situation." Abaddon walked to the table, he growled and said, as if the nameless anger would tear the Serksos in front of him at any time.

But Serksos had already learned how to judge whether Abaddon was really angry and when he wanted to kill someone, so Serksos calmly turned to the tactical tabletop on one side, and quickly clicked on it with his fingers , quickly projected the hologram of the solar system into the air with the assistance of the priest of the Dark Mechanicism.

The eight planets revolving around the sun appeared in front of Abaddon, his face was illuminated by the light of the holographic projection, his blood-red eyes were fixed on the planet orbiting the sun, the planet with satellites, it His name was Tyra.

Abaddon watched as Terra slowly raised his huge power claw, and he stretched his palm under the planet, as if he wanted to crush the ancient home planet of human beings, but he didn't. Crazy, but he is not crazy yet, he knows that only when he wins the solar system war, that planet will surrender to him.

"Tell me, Sirksos, when we can take it down." Abaddon said and slowly put down the power claw. Sirksos beside him glanced at Abaddon and then pointed his finger at the holographic image in front of him. As the finger pointed to it, battle line maps appeared on it, and the coordinates of the moving fleet and the information of the battlefield currently engaged in fierce fighting all appeared on it.

Sirksos stood beside Abaddon, pointing to the dizzying holographic military map, "The Death Guard have captured the outer rings of Saturn, and all Imperial asteroid defense positions have been destroyed, although they tried to The Gray Knights' stronghold that attacked Phoebe 8 failed, but the remaining Gray Knights stationed on it can only protect themselves and cannot threaten the flank of our fleet."

  Speaking, Serksos pointed his finger at the east side of the solar system, on which there is a red fleet that penetrates inward like a dagger, piercing inwards to the heart of the solar system bit by bit.

"According to your orders, the sons of Angron defeated the fleet sent by the Empire to intercept them on Uranus. If there is no accident, the World Eaters can reach Terra's orbit within three days and cooperate with the Word Bearers. We set out to attack the Moon to destroy Terra's first line of defense."

"And on the periphery." Serksos nodded to the priest of the Dark Mechanic Cult while speaking, and the fallen priest in a dark red robe quickly tapped Ruo's slender mechanical fingers on the tactical interface, and soon followed His operating star map changed, the solar system shrank rapidly, and several galaxies on the edge of the throne galaxy appeared in front of him.

   Abaddon looked at the outer star field, his eyes looked through the bat marks scattered on the map one by one, the Warmaster raised his head slightly, and the power claws in his hand slowly opened and closed.

   "Have the Night Lords completed my order?" The Warmaster asked in a cold voice, and Serksos looked up at the star map and nodded.

   "Yes, Warmaster, the Night Lords have destroyed several worlds in the solar star field. Their terrorist attacks and guerrilla warfare have forced the solar fleet to fail to return. Now Terra is completely isolated."

Abaddon growled in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the dots of light on the map, each flashing label was an army under his command, and as he expected, they took sharp razors Inserted into the chest of Throne World, let the huge giant bleed to death bit by bit.

Abaddon looked at the several beacons in front of him, and suddenly the Warmaster's eyes froze when he looked at Mars again. He frowned suddenly, slowly clenched his huge sharp claws, and looked coldly at the people around him. Sirksos asked, "Where are the Iron Warriors? Why haven't they reached the attack position of Mars yet?"

Serksos looked at Abaddon with some surprises, and he immediately turned and walked towards the dark mechanical priest standing in front of the communication terminal. The admiral of the black fleet asked him in a low voice, and the mechanical priest immediately began to operate. The robotic arm plugged into the terminal began to move rapidly.

Behind Serksos, Abaddon slowly opened and closed the power armor. He raised his head and growled to look at Serksos. The officers of the Black Fleet beside the Warmaster subconsciously took a few steps back. , they all knew that Abaddon was impatient, he would not allow his men to make mistakes, or foolishly waste his time.

   And if that person makes this mistake, often the result is blood flying all over the place, and at that time, believe me, you won't want to stand by the Warmaster's side.

But perhaps thanks to the blessings of the four gods, Serksos did not make Abaddon impatient, but he stared at the terminal display screen in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise, and he knew that this news would not satisfy Abaddon much. .

"Warmaster, Otik's fleet was ambushed and suffered heavy losses. He escaped with only five remaining warships. He is now on his way to the Bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. If I guess correctly, he should already fast"

Serksos turned his head to look at Abaddon. Before he finished speaking, the heavy footsteps of Terminator armor came from the direction of the gate of the bridge. The sound attracted everyone's attention, including Abaddon. Everyone turned their heads to look over, and saw Otike who was about to meet the wrath of the Warmaster.

Abaddon roared and rushed forward, his speed was quite fast, so fast that he couldn't run out wearing a Terminator at all. Otik looked at the power claw he had grabbed, and before he had no time to react He was grabbed by his claws and slammed into the wall behind him casually.

The heavy power armor was slammed against the wall, and the steel wall sank inward in an instant. Otik looked at Abaddon who was glaring at him, and the Warmaster's claws tightly grasped Otik. Squeezing his skull inward little by little, as if trying to crush that thing to death immediately.

   "Oetik, you failed, you know what happens to the defeated." Abaddon growled angrily, grabbed Otik and lifted him up, then slammed him back into the wall again.

   "Not only that, you also ruined the fleet I sent to you! Tell me, you idiot, how did you fail in such an advantageous situation, speak! Son of Perturabo!"

Abaddon grabbed Oetik and slammed it to one side of the terminal. The war blacksmith who was thrown out directly crashed the data terminal. The mortal sailor sitting there seemed to be reacting faster. The terminals were smashed into a pulp together.

Otik fell on the terminal, and he stood up with one hand grabbing the edge of the almost collapsed terminal, but just as he got up, he was grabbed by the shoulder again with a fist from the growling Abaddon, and the Warmaster slammed Otik again. Hitting the terminal, the sparking terminal will be completely useless this time.

Serksos turned sideways to look in the direction of the two, Abaddon pinned Otik on the paralyzed terminal, he stared at Otik below him with Khorne's angry eyes, "For you Sophistry for your failure, Oetike, that will be your epitaph!"

Abaddon roared and raised his power claw, and the flashing power claw pointed at Otik's head, but the war blacksmith who was beaten up by Abaddon didn't panic at all, and he spat out the liquid in his mouth. The **** phlegm looked directly into Abaddon's eyes.

   "Marshal Vitor is back, Abaddon, the Grand Marshal has returned to Terra."

What Otik said made Abaddon stunned, the power claw that was about to fall stopped abruptly in the air, he looked at Otik's blood red eyes and frowned, "You better not lie about your failure , Otik, or it will only make your death worse."

"In the name of the four gods, I'm telling the truth." Otik pushed Abaddon away with a palm, although in fact it was more because of the latter's initiative to push him away, otherwise Otik would never have been able to push Abaddon away. Open tall and handsome.

Otik stood up supporting the wreckage of the terminal. He turned his back to Abaddon, and looked sideways at the angry Warmaster standing behind him, "The Marshal appeared in front of the fleet with a battle fortress that we had never seen before. It is bigger than the mountain array, and its firepower is also incredible, I think only the fighting world of the dead can barely compete with it."

   "The Marshal used that fort to destroy my fleet, and only me and a few ships escaped back."

"Then why did he come back to Otik, why, he wants to let go of a defeated man." Abaddon walked behind Otik, his anger still not dissipated, and the cold anger accompanied the words from his mouth His blood-red eyes also continued to stare at Otik, who had not yet escaped death, said the narrator.

"The Marshal asked me to bring you a message," Otik said, turning to face Abaddon, looking fearlessly into the eyes of the Warmaster, who walked before the Warsmith, his head stopped. He swayed from side to side as he walked, staring at Otik. "What words?" "Marshal's original words, let that **** think carefully before coming to Terra to find me."

Abaddon was enraged in an instant. He roared and strode towards Otik. His raised power claws slashed down, but the claws did not kill the Iron Warrior. The Warmaster's power claws further smashed his back The wreckage of the terminal, the thing instantly broke into several sections and collapsed to the ground.

  Otik stared directly at the irritated Abaddon in front of him. The Warmaster snorted angrily at a very close distance in front of him. The cold anger spewed on Otik's face, and his blood red eyes stared at his eyes.

  The traitor space fighters behind Abaddon looked at each other in shock when they heard Vito's name. They whispered to each other, and the news of the Marshal's return exploded among them like a bomb.

Serksos looked at the brothers who were constantly talking about a few steps forward. He walked towards Abaddon and raised a hand, "No matter how strong the Marshal is, Warmaster, we have four times as many fleets as him! And glory With the queen class in hand, the Marshal is not our opponent."

"No, Sirksos, you are still too young, so you don't even know how strong the Marshal is, four times? He once fought ten times the enemy, also in Terra, we attacked Terra when Horus rebelled, The marshal blocked our attack with the assistance of Dorn, Khan and Sanguinius."

Otik looked at the Admiral of the Black Fleet and roared. He looked at the "young" Serksos. In fact, he was not young, and he was already thousands of years old when converted to the time of the physical universe. However, during the great rebellion that year , Serksos is just a recruit, and compared to Otike, he is a recruit.

"The empire has concentrated all the defense forces of the solar system on Terra. Maybe we have an absolute military advantage in other parts of the solar system, but on the local battlefields of Terra, the empire after concentrating its forces may not be much less than ours. The marshal has The number of troops is not as small as you think, and with that battle fortress, we can't attack rashly."

Otik looked at Abaddon in front of him, he glared at Otik snorting angrily, but Otik was very calm, he and the Warmaster looked into each other's eyes at close range, "like the Marshal As said, Warmaster, you must think clearly that you are attacking Terra."

Abaddon looked at Otik, who groaned for a moment and stood up abruptly, he turned around and smashed the steel wall around him with a punch, then raised his finger and pointed at Serksos, "Order all attacking troops to stop attacking immediately! The World Eaters and Word Bearers turned immediately, leaping away from Terra, and the Death Guard retracted all fleets to Neptune."

   "Deploy all the reserves near the solar system, gather troops, and prepare to attack again."

   "All of them? My lord, will this be the case"

   "You heard my order! I won't say it a second time!"

Abaddon roared angrily, Serksos nodded for a moment, then hurriedly went to give orders, and the officers of the Black Legion all dispersed and returned to their posts after Abaddon's stare. Barton turned slowly and looked at Otike.

"I will spare your life, Otik, but next time, I will let you go to the front to atone for your failure." Abaddon said and strode out of the bridge without speaking to Otik. At any opportunity, the war blacksmith leaned aside and watched the walking out of the Warmaster in silence.

   After Abaddon walked out of the bridge, he passed a marble wall, and the smooth and clean wall reflected his face like a mirror, reflecting the same face as Horus.

  The Warmaster roared and smashed the marble with his fist. He walked towards the dark end of the corridor with heavy steps, his blood-red eyes gleaming fiercely in the shadows.

  (end of this chapter)

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