Jace didn't know how long he had been asleep.
When a Space Marine is seriously injured, they often fall into a deep sleep to recover.
Primaris Space Marines also inherit this trait.
Jace was seriously injured when fighting Abaddon. After his body mechanism confirmed that the surrounding environment was safe, it put him into a deep sleep in order to repair his body.
When he woke up, his injuries had almost recovered.
There was only some stinging pain at the wound site.
That was a sign that the evil power of the subspace in the wound had not yet been completely expelled.
It still takes a long period of self-cultivation or a baptism by a priest to completely get rid of the influence of the evil power of the warp.
Jace looked around and realized he was still lying on the cold floor of the temple.
Beside him stood the Eldar.
They were silent and stood there like statues.
Both Eldar men and women are very slender.
The armor fits very closely, highlighting the curves of his figure and making him look very flexible.
The robe or ribbon draped outside fluttered slightly.
A gorgeous and exquisite long sword was tied around his waist.
Realizing that Jace had awakened, an Eldar who looked like the leader walked up to him.
The other person was not wearing a helmet, and his face was as angular as a sculpture, which could not be ignored.
There is also a clown mask hanging around the other person's waist.
Jace looked at each other.
His eyes were full of vigilance.
He knew that the Imperial Regent had a pretty good relationship with these guys.
But from his point of view, these guys can't be trusted.
"Who are you?" Jace looked up at the clown Eldar and asked.
"I am the prophet of Sam's world, Anville. Sometimes, I will serve the God of Laughter in order to gain more enlightenment." Anville explained his identity, "I know you, the Wolf Priest-Jace, because I have already predicted all this in the runes."
Jace looked at the other person. As a wolf priest, he had the ability to examine minds.
Anyone who tries to lie will be exposed in his sight.
He saw no signs of lies in the Eldar, but he was still studying him.
The Eldar have mastered more sophisticated sorcery techniques.
They once had an empire older than both human empires combined.
Perhaps they have more sophisticated means to avoid his scrutiny.
Jace didn't dare to relax about this.
Aliens are unreliable. They can cooperate, but they need to remain vigilant at all times.
"Precognition? If you knew everything, why didn't you tell us before the battle?" Jace asked calmly.
"We are not sure whether those futures are real. With the Great Rift and Guilliman's awakening, the thread of fate has become increasingly chaotic. Many future scenes appear at the same time. No one knows which ones are real and which ones are illusions."
Anvil took out a broken scepter and said, "For this reason, we have been observing you all the time. Only after you were in danger did we confirm the direction of your fate. The price we paid to save you is unimaginable."
He handed the scepter to Jace.
Jace took it and took a look. The patterns on the scepter were very delicate, and there was a blue gem on the top, but it was unfortunately cracked.
Obviously, this scepter is scrapped.
From the remaining aura, one can sense how powerful this scepter was when it was intact in the past, and what terrifying spiritual power it contained.
"It was called the Staff of Authority, forged by my people before the rise of your first empire. It was an ancient and sacred artifact of extraordinary power, enshrined in our temples. To save you, I destroyed it, freeing the psionic powers that would stop the Great Reaver. I mourn the loss of your comrades, but we did the best we could."
"Your ruler has learned of the crisis on Vigilant, and his loyal followers are rushing to this system. Calgar has set sail, bringing with him a force that is enough to decide the outcome of the battle, but you must hold on until that moment. The Lucian family has betrayed you, and most of the cities have fallen into the hands of the Chaos forces, but you still have one last chance."
"What chance?" Jace asked.
"Great North City," Anvil said, "Your body is very special. A powerful force has reshaped your body and restored your health. Your ruler has given you new powers. This is a good change, but it is not yet at the point where you can definitely defeat Chaos. The Sentinel must be defended, otherwise the future of mankind will be dark, and the future of the galaxy will also be dark."
"Jace, remember your mission. We will meet again one day."
Anvil stepped back into the darkness.
Jace tried to stand up, but even using his superhuman senses he couldn't find the other person.
The Eldar disappeared, just as they had suddenly appeared on the battlefield to rescue them.
A crackling sound of electricity came out of Jace's communication device after the Eldar left.
It was obvious that these guys had just blocked all electromagnetic signals.
As the shield came into contact, data streams appeared in Jace's eyes, and symbols appeared in front of him.
All of them are surviving warriors.
The betrayal of the Lucian family has left them vulnerable to attack from all sides, and less than one in ten people remain alive.
Jace no longer had any hope for the fate of those brothers who were not here.
The cruelty of the great plunderers to the loyalists was well known.
Communications were restored, and the survivors quickly located Jace and entered the temple to find him.
"Damn, I thought those aliens took you away, Jace. We searched the area everywhere and couldn't find any trace of you." said a Wolf warrior.
"They used a psychic barrier to confuse your perception." Jace said, "I have been inside the temple the entire time. It seems that we need to ask the Mechanicus for more psychic detection equipment."
The Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Eldar are still allies of humanity for now.
But this incident also served as a wake-up call to Jess and others.
In terms of the level of psychic technology, they are far behind the Eldar.
Even after undergoing the Primaris upgrade, it is still easy to be deceived by the opponent's psychic means.
We are still allies now, so there is no harm.
But who knows what will happen in the future
Even those who claim to be absolutely loyal may betray.
What’s more, it is an alliance composed of different races.
You must always be on guard against others.
After talking about the Eldar, Jace's tone became a little cautious.
"How's Gabriel?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Until a warrior of the Iron Hands broke the silence, "He is dead, and we couldn't even get his body back. At the last moment, I only saw the Great Reaver lifting his body up."
"The Great Predator is too powerful. We are powerless to fight against him." Another wolf said with grief, "Many of our brothers were killed or injured."
Jace clenched his fists and vowed to avenge Gabriel.
For their brotherhood and for Gabriel's life-saving grace.
Thinking of the time when he spit on Gabriel, Jace felt an infinite sadness in his heart.
He had injured a noble, upright Iron Father, and before he could do anything to make amends, he had been summoned by the Emperor.
This guilt will always be with him.
"Is it the Wolf Priest - Lord Jace?" A mechanical communication voice sounded, echoing in the ears of the survivors.
"Who are you?" Jace asked the other party with a serious expression.
"We are from Jubei City. Thank God we finally found you."
The other party's tone was full of excitement, and it was obvious that he had been searching for him.
"Is there something urgent that has you looking for us?" Jace asked.
"Lucian XII launched an assassination attempt on Sage Proyin. The Lucian family has completely betrayed the Empire and joined Chaos."
"I know, tell me something important." Jace interrupted the other party and asked something more crucial.
"Sage Proyin was lucky. He has escaped and returned to Great North City. After discussion, he and another sage reached a consensus to send a warning and message to all troops loyal to the empire. We will defend the last city, my lord. If we lose even Great North City, then Vigilance Star will fall into the hands of the Great Plunderer."
"Great North City needs the strength of every loyalist, otherwise it will not be able to hold on. Please come to support us, Lord Jace."
"I see," said Jace. "We'll need some vehicles. Otherwise, it'll be hard to travel such a long distance to Great North City."
"I understand, sir. Three Thunder Gunships will be heading to your area to evacuate the remaining troops that are still loyal to the Empire. I will send you the coordinates. Please rush to the rendezvous point as soon as possible. The evacuation team there will take you back to Giant North City."
The coordinate information was entered into Jace's personal database via the communicator.
Jace clicked on his arm armor, and a holographic projection made up of laser beams popped up, which was a map of their location.
The coordinate information is calculated and entered into the map.
The map compass flickered in the air.
"Evacuate coordinate system, alert star longitude and latitude -0214-3872. Confirm, enable coordinate information sharing." Jace clicked a few times and entered the voice command.
The shared database has received the coordinate information. The evacuation coordinate map compass is open to the team. Please evacuate to the designated location within the specified time.
Jace turned off the projection on his arm and looked at the surviving warriors.
They are not a single chapter.
There are warriors from parent groups such as Space Wolves and Iron Hands, as well as brothers from daughter groups such as Brass Claws and Red Archons.
"We have to go to Great North City. We can't keep fighting in the wilderness for too long. The Great Predator has already landed on the surface of Vigilant. If we can't stop them in Great North City, we will be completely defeated. If Vigilant falls, humanity's passage to the dark side of the empire will be completely cut off."
"The Empire has reached its most critical moment. It's time to test our loyalty." Jace looked at the other warriors. "We have lost too much. The civilians who once trusted us, the mortal soldiers who assisted us, they are all dead. Now we are the only ones who are struggling to survive. The Great Plunderer thinks he has a sure win, that he will definitely get the Vigilance Star and split the Empire in two. But he won't succeed. Let us unite and tell him that this is just a dream. That damn traitor will have all his teeth knocked out in Great North City, and only failure will greet him."
"This time, we fight for the Emperor, for the Regent, and for Mankind."
Jace raised his fist to show everyone his determination.
His scepter was severed during the battle with Abaddon.
But a wild wolf will not give up fighting just because it loses its claws.
Neither would Jace.
The blood of Fenris flows through his body.
Wolves never give up easily.
"Fight for the Emperor."
"Fight for the Regency."
The other soldiers also shouted, their eyes determined.
Even though they suffered huge losses, they would not give up.
The Chaos traitors could never break their will.
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Saints Port City.
"Please, don't hit me anymore, it really hurts, please."
A child was kneeling on the ground, crying loudly.
His back was covered in blood, where he had been beaten by the traitors.
The pain from the beating made him cry out in agony.
He begged the cultists who carved the Chaos Runes, asking them to stop abusing him like this.
"Useless trash." The Chaos Cultist showed no mercy to the child's plea for mercy.
He took out a dagger, grabbed the child's hair, and looked at the others fiercely, "For the useless waste of the gods, there is only one end, and that is death."
With that, the Chaos Cultist slit the child's throat.
The bright red blood spurted out, causing the tired and frightened men and women to scream continuously.
They became even more scared.
They all trembled in fear at the brutality of the Chaos Cultists.
The woman couldn't help crying, and the man lost the courage to resist.
Their protector is dead.
The Emperor no longer protects them.
They became slaves of the gods, tools and playthings of these evil men.
There was nothing they could do except cry and surrender.
Resistance will only lead to more meaningless deaths.
House Lucian betrayed the Emperor.
This betrayal was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the heart of the loyal forces of the empire.
The raid on the fort by Jace and his men allowed a portion of the loyalist troops and civilians to escape this hell on earth.
However, many people did not have time to escape and were slaughtered by the Chaos Cultists and heretical Astartes who caught up with them.
The Astra Militarum Legion was either killed or captured, or was completely defeated.
A large number of civilians died in the shelling, and a large number were taken as prisoners.
Now, they were all sent to concentration camps and labor camps as cheap laborers and cannon fodder.
The tallest tower in Saint Port City is the residence of the planet's governor.
It is also the territory of the Lucian family for generations.
The servoskulls and cherubim transmitted the scene of escorting the prisoners from the front line of the battlefield to the Governor's Mansion.
"This is how these untouchables should be treated. This is the correct way to drive and use them." Lucian XII smiled. This is the correct order.
The untouchables do not need any power at all, just whips and sticks, and they will willingly work for us to death. They are so cowardly that any insignificant threat is enough to make them submit to those who enslave them. "
"This is the garbage that Guilliman, the idiot, has to offend the Imperial elite to save. As a Primarch, his short-sightedness and stupidity are amazing. Does he really think that these trash pariahs support the Empire? No, it is us, the backbone, who support the Empire."
"Whoever we choose will win. In the past, we chose the Empire, and the Empire won. Now we choose Chaos, and Chaos will win. The great Lord Abaddon will seize Terra and become the new Lord of the Galaxy."
"My Lord, you are wise." An official who has been loyal to the Lucian family for generations nodded in agreement. "The fall of the empire is inevitable. It is inevitable that the great plunderers will rule the galaxy."
Lucian XII enjoyed the other party's compliment, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
One day, Guilliman would realize how wrong he was.
It’s a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world.
By the time the Imperium collapsed and the Great Despoiler seized Terra, there was nothing the Primarch could do even if he regretted it.
He was already looking forward to that day.
When the time comes, he will definitely spit at that stupid Primarch.
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Abaddon stood on the city wall of Saint's Harbor, surrounded by warriors of the Black Legion.
He watched as the prisoners were escorted into the city at gunpoint by Chaos Cultists.
It was a nice little win.
The Corpse King's lackeys were beaten to pieces and suffered heavy casualties.
If the elves hadn't interfered, none of those guys would have been able to escape.
Abaddon became very angry when he thought of this.
These damn Eldar are always up to no good.
One day, he would destroy their Craftworld.
Stack their heads.
Of course, before that, he had to take down the Alert Star or achieve his strategic goal.
Lucian XII's rebellion caused most of the planet to fall into the hands of Chaos, Zerg and Orcs.
Only the Great North City is still in the hands of the Empire's loyalists.
His primary strategic goal was to eliminate the Empire's forces and cut off their power base on the ground.
By then, if the empire wants to take it back, the price it will have to pay will be huge.
Abaddon felt a sense of disgust when he looked at those weak mortals.
How could such a race possibly hope to rule the entire galaxy
They are weak and believe in a rotting corpse.
If it weren't for the cheap cannon fodder and efforts, Abaddon would have slaughtered them without hesitation and sacrificed them to the gods.
Only those humans who recognize the reality and actively join the ranks of the gods are the hope for the future.
"How is the deployment of the Blackrock Crown going?" Abaddon looked at the Word Bearers leader next to him and asked.
"The deployment progress has reached 80 percent. It will take at most a week to complete the deployment. By then, we only need to offer enough blood sacrifices to reverse the anti-subspace force field of the Vigilant Star and turn it into a huge amplifier. It will become easier for demons to enter here and they will even be strengthened."
The Word Bearers leader sounded uncontrollably excited.
If the plan succeeds, the benefits will be unimaginable.
The Vigilance Star has been transformed into an oversized subspace amplifier. Instead of being expelled by the power of reality, the demons will be strengthened.
By then, the Nakmoond Corridor leading from Terra to the dark side of the Empire will be completely cut off.
It even forms a huge overlapping area filled with ether power.
"Very good." Abaddon smiled. He had been fighting against the empire for ten thousand years, and now, he finally saw the dawn of victory.
The rise of chaos is as unstoppable as the rising sun.
The fall of an empire is like a rotten tree that will fall apart.
"Do as planned, lay out all the Black Stone Crowns, and initiate the final ritual." Abaddon said, "Of course, we must also put some pressure on the followers of the Corpse King to keep them busy and not come to stop our final plan. Those fools have gathered in the Great North City, which is a forge world. The Mechanicus has turned it into a fortress, like a tortoise shell."
"Let the Death Skull Titan Legion come. Those Titans are also eager for killing and destruction. Let this planet be soaked in blood and let this world be burned by fire. When Calgar arrives, all he can see is ruins and death."
Abaddon turned to his servants and issued the order of destruction.
"I understand, sir." The servant beside him said piously.
At this time, a soldier from the Black Legion walked in from outside.
"Sir, the Lucian family requests to see you."
"House of Lucian?" Abaddon looked confused.
"He is the governor of this planet. It was his betrayal that allowed us to inflict heavy damage to the followers of the Corpse King so easily."
Hearing the servant's words, Abaddon looked at the Claw of Horus in his hand and nodded.
"Then let him in."
"Yes, sir."
A moment later, Lucian XII walked behind Abaddon, along with many high-ranking officials and generals who had surrendered to Chaos with him.
The close contact with the big predator made them feel a little scared, and they were shaking slightly as they stood there.
Some noble ladies even had to rely on the support of their male companions to stand steadily.
"Great Plunderer, thank you for saving Vigilance from the dictatorship of the Corpse King." Lucian XII bowed respectfully before Abaddon with a flattering tone, hoping to gain the favor of the warmaster.
"You performed very well." Abaddon looked at Lucian XII with a playful look, full of disdain for him in his heart.
A selfish and stupid guy.
"This is as it should be. The Empire has become so corrupt that it is unbelievable. Surrendering to Chaos is the general trend." Lucian XII said, "When Guilliman abolished the High Lords' Council and declared that only the Chapter Master of the Mother Chapter could serve as the Regent of the Empire, the Empire was already on the verge of collapse. He allowed a group of people with only muscles to rule the Empire, and abolished the power of the elite for those damned pariahs. What a stupid and short-sighted decision it was to make."
"You say the Imperium should not be ruled by those Chapter Masters?" Abaddon frowned slightly.
"Of course not. Those guys may know how to kill the enemy, but they definitely don't know how to manage a country. This is the duty of us elites, our ability, and a symbol of our superiority over those untouchables. Great Plunderer, as long as you raise your arms and call, countless families will respond, overthrow the empire, and elect you as the new generation of Lord of the Galaxy."
Lucian XII continued to flatter Abaddon, bowing humbly and trying to please him.
"Hang this fat pig on the city wall," Abaddon said, "and let those wizards torture him as much as they can, so that his screams can be heard throughout Saint's Harbor."
Lucian XII, with a smile on his face, suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he had no idea how he had offended this moody Chaos Warmaster.
He knelt on the ground and cried, hoping to gain the other party's forgiveness by his miserable appearance.
But this behavior made the disgust on Abaddon's face even stronger.
He hates cowards.
"My Lord, I am loyal to you. My Lord, you promised me that you would let me continue to rule Vigilance. You are destroying your bridges. You cannot do this."
"Idiots like you really disgust me. Soldiers are the best candidates to rule the galaxy. They fought hard in the battles, but when it comes to rewarding people for their merits, their names are not included. This is betrayal and hypocrisy. Throw him out, hang him on the wall, and keep his position, so that he can continue to rule Vigilant." Abaddon's tone was fierce, full of disgust and hatred. "A group of pigs are also qualified to call themselves elites? Without those soldiers who fought hard, you are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered. Who gave you the confidence to be so high and mighty?"
Originally, Horus was dissatisfied with the Emperor because the Terran Council had excluded the Astartes.
They conquered the galaxy, but handed it over to a group of bureaucrats to rule and control them.
The Black Legion has always been about whoever is stronger is the leader.
Lucian XII's speech undoubtedly promoted the theory of elitism, believing that elites like him should rule over those brave warriors and those untouchables.
Such idiots have no idea where they stand.
Abaddon has no mercy either. He will be tortured and then die, his soul becoming the plaything of the demons of the Warp.
Of course, he would not break his promise.
Lucian XII remains the ruler of Vigilance.
Abaddon only recognized him as the ruler, but did not promise that he could continue to enjoy himself in the mansion.
Who says that rulers should sit in their mansions and enjoy life
Does the identity of a ruler change depending on the circumstances
No, whether sitting in his palace or hanging on the city wall, Lucian XII is the ruler.
"No!" Lucian XII screamed in horror, "You can't do this to me. They are my most loyal subordinates. If you kill me, they will immediately rebel."
As soon as these words were spoken, a large group of officials, noble ladies and generals behind Lucian XII knelt down in unison.
"No, sir, we have nothing to do with him."
"Yeah, it doesn't matter."
"Don't listen to his slander."
"We sincerely want to follow Lord Abaddon, not because of him."
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Many officials and dignitaries spoke up, threw away all responsibilities, and swore allegiance to Abaddon.
Not only do you get into the water yourself, you also drag others into it.
Didn't you see that the people standing next to him are all soldiers from the Black Legion
The chainswords and bolters in their hands are just decorations!
For you, I rebelled against the Warmaster of Chaos in front of him
What kind of dream are you having in broad daylight
Lucian XII was so frightened that his face turned pale, and those who usually claimed to be the most loyal all swore that they had nothing to do with him.
In just a short while, he was deserted by everyone.
Abaddon looked at the kneeling Lucian XII mockingly, "It seems that no one surrendered because of you. Take him away. It's disgusting to look at such a fat pig any more."
"No!
You can't do this!
"Lucian XII screamed, and his fat body crawled over like a worm, wanting to kneel in front of Abaddon and ask for forgiveness.
But he was dragged away by the soldiers of the Black Legion.
The air still echoed with his howls.
"No."
"I am loyal, my lord."
"The Astartes are the best people to rule the galaxy. I was wrong, my lord."
"Please, let me go, sir. I really know I was wrong."
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Abaddon was indifferent to Lucian XII's pleas and looked at the nobles and dignitaries.
"Don't dream that I will still support you trash like the Empire does. The Black Legion does not support trash. The incompetent will only have one fate, and that is death or becoming a slave and cannon fodder."
Many dignitaries knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.
If an envoy from the empire said this, he would definitely be scolded to death by them.
Unfortunately, the person in front of them now is Abaddon.
The Empire might consider the impact and not do anything about them.
But Abaddon is different. As the Warmaster of Chaos, he doesn't need to worry about any impact at all.
The subspace only talks about one principle, and that is fists.
For rebels, the more cruel they are, the more respected they are.
A kind person will only be looked down upon by other warriors.
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In the void, both sides had a steady stream of reinforcements coming, and the void area of the Alert Star was scattered with a large area of metal wreckage, which were all ships that exploded in the battle.
As the fight went on, the Mechanical Archbishop of the Dark Mechanicus discovered something was wrong.
The Empire's warships are maneuverable, powerful, and far superior to any previous warships.
More importantly, if they are broken, they can be exchanged for parts.
They watched with their own eyes as the Empire's loyalists towed back abandoned ships, dismantled them for parts, and repaired the disabled ships.
Sometimes, they would even give up repairing severely damaged ships, dismantle them, and take the parts to put on other ships.
The Loyalists' outrageous actions left many members of the Dark Mechanicus unable to react.
What about the beliefs of Mars
What about the theory of sacred machine soul
Is it really a good idea to throw everything away cleanly
The Empire's firepower is gradually increasing, but Chaos still has the advantage in numbers.
Over the long ten thousand years, many of the heretic Astartes who had once rebelled against the Empire were conquered by the Great Plunderer Abaddon.
For this reason, the strength of the Black Legion cannot be underestimated.
Thousand Sons warriors and Word Bearers warriors are the best in the Black Legion in using the power of the Warp.
They were able to use sacrifices to create storm after storm, making it difficult for the Imperial fleet, which relied heavily on the Warp, to support the planets that needed support.
Calgar, who was ordered to go to the Alert Star for support, encountered this problem.
His fleet is very powerful, equipped with a lighthouse system and the Celestial-class battleship Colossus of Punishment, so there is no need to worry about getting lost if he is far away from the Emperor's Astronomican.
But the biggest problem now is that he can't find the warning star.
The storm obscured the location of the Alert Star, making it impossible for the navigator to see it and the astropath to receive any information from it.
Apparently the Chaos traitors had found another way to thwart them.
"Can we break through by force?" Calgar looked at the holographic screen in his hand and turned to his chief psychic advisor.
"It's difficult to do, sir. We don't have the exact coordinates of the Vigilant Star. We are like looking for an unmarked island in a stormy night. This island has no sound and no light. We can't see it."
The Chief Psionic Librarian shook his head.
"Damn, what should we do now?" Calgar was a little annoyed. He underestimated the abilities of those traitors.
The Imperium of Man has become too reliant on the uncontrolled Warp.
This mysterious realm is controlled by the enemy, who can cut off the loyalists' routes at will or block their destinations.
"There is no good way. We can only slowly search for it, sir." The Chief Psionic Librarian said, "Just like we did before, slowly find the coordinates of the planet and then jump in."
"I hate this waiting. The enemies must have known we were coming. This delay is too fatal to war."
Calgar paced back and forth. If the Primarch was here, there would definitely be a solution.
The Primarch was never troubled by anything.
Calgar felt a little frustrated. He wanted to perform well on Vigilance Star to consolidate his image as the leader of the chapter.
Let the Primarch know that he is a loyal son with outstanding abilities.
But now, he was blocked outside the Alert Star and could do nothing but feel helpless and furious.
"Sir, we have detected a psychic signal." The voice of the intelligence chief sounded.
"Whose?" asked Calgar.
"I don't know. The database shows that there is an 80% chance that it belongs to the Eldar."
Karga frowned and said, "Please bring it in."
"clear."
A flickering image appeared in the hall.
The image of an Eldar wearing armor appeared in front of everyone.
The other party was obviously communicating using some kind of psychic energy.
"Lord of Ultramar, Calgar," said the Eldar.
"Who are you?" Karga asked.
"I am the prophet of Sam's Arkworld, Anville."
"Anville, is there anything you can do for me?" Calgar looked at the elves in front of him.
After the Battle of Ultramar, his opinion of the Eldar changed drastically. In addition, the Primarch acknowledged that the Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Eldar were allies of humanity, so Calgar's tone was still polite.
If it was any other alien, Calga would have just shot it.
To talk to an alien for more than a few words is to be disloyal to the Emperor.
"The great predators have arrived, and their plan has reached its final stage. If you don't act quickly, the consequences will be disastrous." Anville said, "The situation has reached its most critical moment."
"We are lost, Anvil. The Vigilant is obscured by a warp storm and our navigators cannot see it."
Karga's tone was somewhat frustrated.
Obviously, it is very difficult to admit one's incompetence in front of an alien.
This is true even if the Eldar are their allies.
"We will help you. I will gather the other Eldar to perform a ritual to open the psychic beacon for you." Anvil said, "Tell your men to keep an eye on it. I don't have many men, and the psychic beacon can only be opened once. If you miss it, you will surely fail your genetic father."
"I understand." Karga.
Anvil nodded, and his psychic image disappeared.
This is a dangerous technique that frees the soul to wander the Warp.
Only a race like the Eldar who are good at this can use this method with ease.
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The former ruler was hung on the city wall, and the winged demons were torturing him in ways unimaginable to the world.
This is destined to be a long and torturous process.
Those demons hurt Lucian XII and then used witchcraft to heal him, repeating the cycle over and over again, torturing him until his soul was broken.
This is the favorite method of demons, and all souls that fall into their hands are tortured in this way.
The screams of the former ruler echoed through the communicator throughout the Saint Port City.
Even Saints Harbor is no exception.
Saint Port is the largest airport on the planet Alert and is also the origin of the name of the city of Saint Port.
The Iron Warriors took control of the port and continuously sent down troops from the void, preparing to completely destroy the Great North City.
Each ship landed in port in a precise pattern, unloaded its cargo, and took off in a carefully choreographed sequence.
The Iron Warriors are well aware of this.
They inherited the virtues of their genetic father, Perturabo.
The Iron Warriors have talents in siege and logistics that other legions do not have.
They are more precise and efficient than machines.
The gate of the spaceport was in good order at this time. The troops who had surrendered to the Great Plunderers were passing through the gate and then being deployed to various areas.
Various vehicles drove out from countless huge transport ships, and endless rumbling sounds echoed in the airport.
And those huge Titans were also transported to the ground.
In the name of Abaddon, the Titans strode from the skyport.
Each step sent a terrible roar that shook the planet's fragile shell.
Most of the war machines are more than twenty meters tall.
Unlike the Empire, which was decorated with flags of honor and prayer.
The Titans of the Death's Skull Legion are generally made of human skin and skull devices.
Some bodies were hung on spikes, screaming as they moved, just to please the crazy drivers.
Titans, Knights, Dark Mechanicus, Chaos Armies, Demon Armies, Heretic Astartes, and the enslaved civilians were all integrated together.
The scale and speed of the operation were enough to shame the Empire's logistical experts.
If the Iron Warriors had not stood on the opposite side of the Empire, they would have willingly knelt before them and begged them to teach them these logistical skills.
Abaddon looked satisfied.
The Iron Warrior is indeed the best among them, but even he finds it difficult to arrange large-scale logistical supply work so concisely and efficiently.
Wait until all large-scale troops are sent down and assembled where they should be.
When the Death Skull Titan Legion and the rebellious Knight Family are also ready.
Abaddon drew out the magic sword Drachanion, swung it, and gave orders to the entire army, "Move out, target Great North City. Kill all the followers of the Corpse King."
After the army set out, the Word Bearers troops broke away from the team, driving a large number of civilians away, and continued to complete the tasks assigned by Abaddon.
Once the Black Stone Demon Crown is laid, a large-scale sacrifice will be carried out to completely reverse the anti-subspace force field formed by the Vigilant Star and the Red Earth Star.
Once the plan is complete, Terra's path to the dark side of the Empire will be cut off.
By then, the empire will be completely destroyed.
Abaddon could already imagine Guilliman crying his eyes out over the unbridgeable chasm.