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At this time, in the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

All the core members of the Black Legion are here: Ezekyle Abaddon and Iskandar Khayon, the de facto No. 1 and No. 2 of the Black Legion. Moriana, a mortal female prophet with a mysterious origin, serves as Abaddon's advisor and adviser. Enaminessis, Khayon's sister, now exists as a special machine soul of the Spirit of Vengeance.

In addition, there are a number of high-ranking Chaos Space Marine officers from various Legions. For example, Telemanon, a Space Marine from the Emperor's Children, who leads the Screaming Masks Chaos Warband. And Davarus, a Space Marine from the World Eaters, who leads the Insurgency Chaos Warband. The Black Legion is essentially a group of Chaos Warbands of all sizes united together.

But compared with the original history, two people are missing.

Fakus Cabo, the leader of the "Lightless Blade" Chaos Warband. Leowen Ukris, the leader of the "Fifteen Fangs" Chaos Warband. These two had died tragically at the hands of Qingshan Khan for various reasons, and had no chance to serve the Black Legion and the Chaos Warmaster again.

"I still don't believe it a little bit,"

Abaddon said with emotion:

"We are, finally, free."

"Yes, I am finally free."

Kayan nodded slightly and said:

"But how long can I be free?"

Abaddon grinned and turned to look at Khayon, obviously he also knew what Khayon was referring to - the human empire would soon receive news about this battle. Even though he had a legion, a proper Astartes legion, far larger than any so-called "warband" currently split up by the empire, their opponents would still trample them underfoot with the power of the entire empire.

"It is long enough, my brother, it is long enough."

Abaddon smiled nonchalantly:

"Do you know what I expect of you?"

"as always."

Standing beside his lord, Kayan, with his keen psychic perception, could already clearly hear the obscure chant rippling in the sea of ​​souls, which was spreading in Abaddon's halo like blood in the water.

The words were immersed in the blasphemous rhythm of the screaming chorus, and even though Khayon had spent decades, he still could not decipher the true meaning of these words. This was a hymn tailored for Abaddon alone, as if the gods were singing to him personally about necessity and destiny. Khayon wondered what promises they had made to him.

And amidst all these siren songs and melodies, there was always a familiar phrase, a phrase that had carved itself into Abaddon's bones and imprinted itself into Abaddon's blood. It was the only phrase that Khayon could still recognize.

"Draconian."

Kayan said loudly:

"After leaving the Eye of Terror, I heard its singing more clearly, as if it were right next to my ears."

"I heard its call, too."

Abaddon raised his lips and said:

"Are you ready for this, Khayon?"

Kayan looked at the fleet rushing towards him on the display. Although they were large in scale and had far more soldiers and warships than a regiment could possess, they still could not defeat the Black Legion. The leader of this fleet was the famous Eternal Expedition, the sister ship of the Spirit of Vengeance. The image of the ancient knight sitting majestically on the throne once again appeared in Kayan's mind's eye.

"I don't think anyone can be fully prepared when they know their opponent is Sigismund."

Kayan replied with a cautious look.

"The Emperor's Champion."

Abaddon said calmly:

"Look at him, he's gotten so old."

"If you're trying to convince me that he has lost his former strength, you're so wrong."

Kayan said, shaking his head slightly.

"Hmm, probably."

Abaddon smiled noncommittally:

"He is the embodiment of everything we are fighting against. He is the embodiment of ignorance, he is the blind and deaf man who deceives himself, and his blind loyalty to the false emperor has turned him into a puppet under invisible threads. But I can't hate him. Doesn't this sound contradictory, Khayon? Everything we tried to destroy now has an incarnation, an imperial legend, and yet I still admire this man immensely."

"Respect this man."

Kayan nodded and replied:

"And then destroy this legend."

Abaddon smiled:

"Wise words."

"Kayan, you and Moriana, you stay behind to guard the Spirit of Vengeance. Remember, if you lose my ship, I will also lose what little restraint I have left."

After leaving these words, Abaddon hurriedly left the bridge, followed by a team of elite guards wearing black Terminator armor - the former Luna Wolves' Gastarin, now the Black Legion's Lightless Blade. However, the person who was originally responsible for leading this guard had disappeared outside the Eye of Terror, so Abaddon could only lead it himself.

Kayan focused his eyes on the display. The two fleets were getting closer and closer. The Black Templar's fleets and battle groups were moving into combat positions one by one in an orderly manner, and their combat spheres were also configured accordingly.

Amid the trembling of the deck, the Spirit of Vengeance twisted its body clumsily to avoid the first wave of incoming torpedoes. The crew composed of beastmen and mutants then burst into wild shouts and reported the data from various sensors.

This is the beginning, the real beginning.

Kayan said secretly in his heart.

Then spread your psychic perception.

…

The bottom hold prison of the Eternal Crusade.

Fu Qinghai felt the slight shaking of the floor beneath his feet, as well as the deflection of the Queen of Glory-class battleship during its large maneuvers. The gravity simulation device could not adapt to every change. Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the floor, his body swinging back and forth.

The space naval battle has begun.

There was no need for the Black Templar to inform him.

Fu Qinghai can feel it here.

I don't know when the Black Legion will join us.

"hiss--"

Fu Qinghai took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, adjusting his breathing and preparing for the battle.

However, before he could finish his breath.

"boom--"

A torpedo suddenly hit the battleship, the deck shook violently, and bright flames illuminated the entire lower cabin prison.

Fu Qinghai rolled over and crawled to his feet, rushing to the cell door to look for the Black Templars guarding there, only to find that they had long disappeared. They were probably informed by the bridge to assemble on a certain deck.

So no one cared about Fu Qinghai anymore.

"Damn it, open the door before you leave."

Fu Qinghai cursed helplessly.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

Fu Qinghai called out to the Ghost Armor in his heart. Through the connection of his true name and blood contract, he immediately sensed that the Ghost Armor was also in the bottom cabin prison, not far from him, so he controlled the Ghost Armor to come over.

The terrifying and ferocious demon in armor walked quickly towards them, raised his hand and used his claws to cut open the useless prison door. Fu Qinghai walked forward and put on the armor, wrapping himself tightly in the Uru metal, and finally felt a little safe.

So what to do next?

wait.

There is no other way, just "wait".

Wait for the Black Legion to come in on their own.

The power of an individual is extremely small in this level of space naval warfare. The huge fleet led by two Queen of Glory-class battleships has all kinds of warships, from frigates, destroyers to cruisers and battleships. Fu Qinghai has no choice but to wait patiently except hiding in the prison and praying that the torpedo will not hit him.

Based on the huge swing of the battleship and the vibrations around it, Fu Qinghai could roughly infer that the Eternal Expedition should have been performing an evasive maneuver, and the torpedo probably did not hit the battleship directly, but exploded near the bottom of the battleship.

Fu Qinghai hugged himself with his arms.

Crouching in a corner of a prison cell in the lower deck.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

…

The two fleets were firing dense torpedoes at each other as a test, and were also rapidly approaching each other. At this time, three new battleships of unknown models from the Black Templar fleet accelerated forward, and under the protection of a group of frigates, they opened fire at the Black Legion with their bows facing it.

Standing on the bridge, Kayan could clearly see that the tail nozzle of the leading warship of the Black Legion fleet in front of him was shining brightly due to the emergency propulsion, but before that, the blazing light had already hit. The Spirit of Vengeance was heaving under everyone's feet, and the metal was twisted and roared by the huge force.

"Ezekiel!"

Kayon couldn't help but shout Abaddon.

"We felt it. It's the Nova Cannon."

Abaddon's voice came back from the transporter deck, a staccato reply mixed with crackling interference.

Abaddon was lost in thought, apparently browsing the data on the helmet's retina tactical feedback device, silently calculating the possible losses his fleet might suffer before entering boarding distance. There was a circle of ripples spreading in his eyepiece.

The shells of the Nova Cannon were projected by the gravity impellers, and after detonation, they exploded into a giant plasma cloud as big as a celestial body. The Spirit of Vengeance blatantly tore through the remaining plasma cloud that was still powerful after the explosion, and its forward speed did not slow down at all.

But it fell into an increasingly lonely situation because of this - the frigates and destroyers that were originally sailing beside or in front of the Spirit of Vengeance were now all turned into nothing, turning into tiny residues after being dissolved by plasma - the Spirit of Vengeance could withstand a salvo of three Nova Cannons, but they could not.

"Crack…"

Kayan stood on the bridge and clenched his gauntlets.

When the Spirit of Vengeance rushed out of the giant plasma cloud created by the Nova shells, the various communication equipment and detection arrays on the bridge finally got rid of the interference and resumed operation. However, these instruments did not bring him good news:

The Black Legion's vanguard fleet was almost wiped out.

A small portion of the signal spots on the screen disappeared.

A total of four frigates and three destroyers.

This is the power of the Nova Cannon.

Fu Qinghai has always been thinking about the new star cannon.

However, even a salvo of three Nova Cannons could not penetrate the void shield of the Vengeful Spirit. This was a battleship that was far more precious and rare than the Nova Cannon. It was the flagship and main ship of the Primarchs of each Legion during the Great Crusade.

Queen of Glory class battleship.

"Have faith, Iskander."

A pale woman beside Kayan said in a hoarse voice,

"Trust Ezekel. Today, fate and he are on the same page, and the gods are witnessing his great deeds. He has taken the first step forward, and this is only the beginning. He will soon become a vessel filled with the promises of the gods."

Moriana, prophet and advisor to Abaddon.

But Kayan didn't like this woman.

"Filling the vessel promised by the gods... humph."

Kayan snorted coldly and didn't respond.

The Spirit of Vengeance turned heavily, knocking a path through the waves of torpedoes that were coming like a tidal wave. The torpedoes that could destroy a small warship with one hit were like a group of useless pests to the Spirit of Vengeance, leaving only a few needle marks and insignificant sparks on its body.

The bridge iron door rumbled shut after Abaddon and the Elite Guards left. The Vengeful Spirit, which had already been trembling due to engine overload, responded to the bloodthirsty desire of the carrier-based aircraft spirit and once again increased its speed and rushed forward.

Kayan knew very well that the only way for the Legion Fleet now was to quickly close the distance. Although the Black Legion Fleet was larger than the Black Templar Fleet, its quality was far inferior - they did not have a powerful weapon like the Nova Cannon.

The technology and equipment that the Black Legion had inherited from the Heresy had already begun to degrade, and there were few viable replacements for many spare parts. Other important resource facilities, such as satellites rich in minerals, space docks for repairing ships, foundries for the Mechanicus, etc., were as precious to them as clean water.

Not only are the resources extremely scarce, but they are also prone to disasters. The Chaos warbands that have splintered from the various legions are endlessly plundering these areas, frantically seeking to establish even the slightest logistical advantage.

In the years to come, those countless Demon Engine Furnaces and Dark Forge Worlds that obey the Chaos Warmaster are still gestating in the cradle of the Eye of Terror. Although the Black Legion is large in scale, its quality is poor.

"We are unstoppable, but our foundations are fragile."

Kayan muttered to himself as he looked at the battle ahead.

Finally, after a long period of bombardment, the two fleets finally approached the distance where they could launch a boarding operation. At this time, the Black Legion fleet finally opened fire, and the macro cannons and light spears roared and screamed like wild beasts, and the short and sturdy barrels like fortresses spewed out giant shells of more than ten meters, and the golden lasers densely cut through the dark void.

This was the strategy that the Black Legion had formulated from the beginning. It was not that they could not hit the enemy at that distance, but that they could not hit the enemy accurately. At this distance, it was difficult for the warships of both sides to continue to evade and dodge the attack, and they could only hold up their shields to withstand the damage.

On the one hand, the Black Legion's logistical supplies were insufficient and they needed to save ammunition to avoid waste. On the other hand, they strived to paralyze and overload the Black Templars fleet's void shields with one round of shooting, so that the Space Marines could begin to teleport and board.

That's right, launching a boarding battle was Abaddon's primary goal. This battle was not only to break out of the Eye of Terror and seize the sword, but the Black Legion also had a goal of plundering Imperial warships to expand its own size, especially when the Dark Mechanicus's Forge World had not yet gained momentum, so Abaddon was later called "Abaddon the Plunderer".

As for whether teleporting without a teleport beacon will get stuck in the wall? Chaos Space Marines said that we are all warriors blessed by the four gods, and such unlucky things will not happen to us - in a sense, their idea makes sense, because all teleportation and teleportation methods in the Warhammer 40K universe rely on the subspace.

The Spirit of Vengeance immediately went after its sister ship, the Eternal Crusade, without paying any attention to the other imperial warships around it. The furious firepower that was enough to destroy a city first stirred up waves of diffuse prism light on the void shield of the Eternal Crusade. After the shield overload faded and disappeared, the shells fell on its adamantine hull like a rain of fire.

"The Eternal Crusade's shields have been disabled, and Lord Abaddon and the Terminator Guard have boarded it!"

A Chaos Space Marine yelled in excitement.

"The false emperor's lackeys have also boarded the Spirit of Vengeance! The damaged parts of the hull have been marked, my lord!"

A beastman cultist hissed a warning.

Kayan lowered his head to fiddle with the holographic projection in front of him, carefully studying the flashing structural image of the Spirit of Vengeance. The red runes marked the estimated boarding location of the Black Templar tactical team. Kayan then conveyed the information and instructions on the communication channel, ordering the Chaos Space Marines left behind on the flagship to go to the infiltration site.

Both ships had Space Marines aboard, so naturally the boarding was mutual. At the same time that the Chaos Space Marines launched a boarding attack on the Eternal Crusade, the Vengeful Spirit, which had some of its shields pierced, was also boarded by the Black Templars Space Marines, who attacked with boarding torpedoes and teleportation white lights.

"Less than I expected."

Kayan whispered as he stared at the holographic projection.

"The enemy's main force remains on the Eternal Crusade. They intend to lure Lord Ezekel and our elite warriors deeper into their territory and surround them."

An adjutant next to him said in a deep voice.

Kayan nodded to show his agreement

and then turned to his adjutant and instructed:

"Take your men and deal with them quickly."

These Black Templar warriors who infiltrated the Soul of Vengeance were nothing to be feared, and Kayan did not pay too much attention to them. He was most worried about Sigismund. As the second strongest person in the Black Legion, Kayan wanted to join the boarding team to face the legendary Sword Master, but Kayan knew that Abaddon's request for him to stay here must have a deep meaning.

The boarding on the other side is the key to this battle!

Thinking of this, Kayan was really worried about the battle of the Eternal Expedition. He wanted to find a battle where he could make a difference, so Kayan gently closed his eyes and slowly extended his thoughts, spreading his psychic perception.

Soon his psychic tentacles found a soldier in the boarding force named "Amural". He attached his mind firmly to the other person. Amural noticed him but did not resist. However, this attitude could not be called welcoming - no one liked to have a psychic enter their mind.

Kayan followed Amural's perspective and participated in the boarding operation, following his assault team to fight their way through the giant ship. Since I can't walk with their bodies, I will stand with them in spirit.

Kayan thought to himself.

…

Battleship Eternal Expedition.

Violent tremors and violent shouts echoed through the ventilation ducts. Magnetic boots stomped on the metal deck, explosive shells charged into the chamber, the buzz of chainsaws accompanied by the cracking of bones and flesh, as well as blasphemous war cries and vicious oaths.

Inside a cell in the bottom hold prison.

Fu Qinghai slowly opened his eyes.

...

Ten thousand years later, Khayon voluntarily came to Terra and surrendered, and was tied up in a prison cell under the Terra Palace. Blind, shackled, and lacking in six senses, he told Inquisitor Silokka what happened ten thousand years ago. Recalling the boarding battle that year, Khayon still had lingering fears:

"Molyanna once told me that Abaddon was a warrior blessed by the four gods. I thought our biggest enemy and threat was Sigismund. However, before we boarded the ship, we could never imagine what kind of monster this boarding operation would release from the prison in the bottom cabin of the Eternal Crusade, a monster cursed by the four gods at the same time."

...

　1. These days, I have been serving as a best man at a friend's wedding, and have been busy with team building at my company. I don't have any free time at all, and this is a small climax, so I need to slowly think about it.

　　2. Personally, I think that if Abaddon did not have the blessing of the Four Gods, Khayon should be the strongest fighter in the Black Legion. As a Chaos Wizard, Khayon has too many strange and bizarre psychic methods.

(End of this chapter)