Abaddon stared at the display in front of him with a grim expression.
The demon that had merged with the console howled, screaming at the enemy's approach.
A fleet blocked their way.
The scale of the fleet was extraordinarily large, with one ship after another, stretching endlessly with no end in sight.
Each ship bears the empire's unique golden double-headed eagle emblem, which shines brightly even in the dark void.
One of the warships was particularly familiar.
At least it is very familiar to Abaddon and many veterans who have survived the Great Crusade.
The Glorious Queen-class battleship - Macragge's Glory.
Flagship of the Primarch of the XIII Legion.
Now it belongs to his favorite general, Calgar.
The Ultramarines have their own Celestial-class battleship, but Calgar prefers the Macragge's Glory to that Celestial-class battleship.
"There's a signal coming in." shouted a dark mechanical priest.
The main console built by the demon and Vashtor all trembled.
The data slave trembled, emitting segments of basic binary code.
Static electricity danced in the air, taking shape in the air like some special lines.
The image is full of flicker and grain due to some interference.
The image outlined by the beam of light showed a throne made of carved bronze and white stone unique to Macragge.
Those white stones with white pattern stripes are a specialty of the planet Macragge.
The high back and broad armrests are framed by braziers and stacked candles.
Its light dyed the white rocks into amber and cast a dancing shadow onto the Lord of War sitting on the throne.
He is Guilliman's most trusted general, a legendary hero of the Empire who is as famous as Dante, Logan and other powerful warriors under the Primarch, and he is already 1,100 years old.
He is Calgar, Lord of Macragge, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines.
Calgar sits on the throne aboard Macragge's Glory.
An almost tangible anger was burning in his chest.
His eyes looked at Abaddon and others through the communicator.
Karga straightened his back like a vigilant king, his sharp eyes filled with terrible anger.
He is stronger than before.
Four Primaris upgrades gave him the confidence to challenge the gods.
"Kalga," Abaddon said in a deep voice, "You are truly persistent."
Calgar stood up from his throne.
Those terrifying gloves that were powerful enough to blow up a heavy tank with one punch were installed on his hands.
"Today is your end, Abaddon. Do you know what this is?"
He stretched out his heavily armored hand and tapped the cage next to him.
Under the confused gazes of Abaddon and others, he said word by word: "This is the cage where you running dogs are imprisoned, Abaddon. I have someone reserve a place for you on Terra. Haven't you always wanted to return to Terra
Soon, you will get what you want."
Abaddon has been driven into a desperate situation, awaiting only the final judgment.
The Astronomican of Terra will be his final resting place.
It has always been Calgar's wish to capture this great enemy of the empire with his own hands.
The opponent had escaped from his hands several times in a row.
This time, he would never let the other party escape again.
The area where they were located had been paved with a soul-exorcising death zone, the same one that had been laid out by the Undead before.
Calgar turned it into a cage, cutting off the traitors' path into the Warp of the Eye of Terror, forcing them to travel in the real universe at sublight speeds.
The sorcery of Abaddon's men would also be weakened in this realm.
They never had a chance to save the great predator.
Calgar's arrogant words made many Chaos Warriors roar.
Various roars and cries of killing were transmitted to Calgar through the communication.
The traitors vented their murderous intent and hatred on the Empire.
The voices of Chaos Cultists, Mutants, and Chaos Warriors intertwined.
They have been enraged.
In those words filled with resentment and hatred, one could feel the urge of those guys to tear Calgar apart.
They could not accept Karga's humiliation.
Get a dog cage and say you're going to stuff them all in there and take them all to Terra.
If one continues to endure such a great humiliation, I am afraid that all the gods will abandon him.
Calgar paid no heed to the curses hurled at him by the cultists and Chaos traitors.
Just look at them with compassion.
He raised a hand and gave the order.
"Attack and capture them all."
As Calga finished speaking, the space began to fluctuate violently.
The demon that had merged with the console screamed.
Various complicated images appeared on the display.
The Empire directly launched a boarding attack remotely.
Using his unique teleportation technology, he entered the Ark of Evil Omen built by Bashtor.
Those arks were formed by the fusion of junked ships that Bashtor used his special abilities to guide Abaddon's men to fish out from the warp.
It is very large. Although it is not as big as the Empire's Celestial-class battleships, it is more magnificent than other battleships of the Empire.
It is huge, with a length of more than 150 kilometers from bow to stern, like a steel mountain floating in space.
Strangely held together by the power of the Warp.
Turrets, shield generators, astrolabe blades, weapons and support systems of all kinds are all available.
There are even temples to the gods, and ritual chains of binding runes stretching for dozens of kilometers.
Unfortunately, Abaddon did not have the resources to build a shield generator capable of blocking Imperial teleportation technology to protect the entire Ark of the Ominous.
The Legion is too poor.
This time, the expedition launched with the Cancer Legion did not gain anything and was even brutally abused by the Empire.
The losses were already heavy, so how could they have the resources to strengthen the Ark of Omen
Abaddon planned to return to the Eye of Terror first, where there were a large number of dark forges that would allow him to perfect the functions of the Ark of the Ominous and make it a true ship of destruction.
Karga had no intention of giving him this opportunity.
Relying on the powerful teleportation technology, he directly ordered the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time to board the ship and capture Abaddon alive.
Calgar and his warriors cut into the bowels of the Ark of Evil.
Its precision is comparable to using an industrial drill to perform heart surgery.
Not only are there Chaos traitors and cultists in there, but there are also creatures of the Warp that even the enemy itself is unaware of.
When Vashtor used its strange abilities to create the Ark of Evil Omen, it did not expel those strange Warp creatures.
The battle broke out immediately after the transmission.
The sound of war cries continued to ring out, as did the voices fighting for the Holy Emperor.
Often, when one battlefield falls into a brief period of calm, the sound of fighting will be heard from the other side immediately afterwards.
The loyalists attacked any enemy they saw without hesitation.
Explosions shook the giant battleship.
A large number of detection devices were released.
They will transmit the scanned data and detected enemies to the hands of the Imperial loyalists, allowing them to have a clear understanding of the enemy's firepower points and hiding places.
Most areas on the Ominous Ark are not in use, and many halls are decayed and inhabited by strange warp creatures.
Calgar and the others had no habit of letting those guys go.
He ordered his men to chop the creatures into pieces, then send a few explosive shells into them, causing them to perish while screaming.
Kalgar's raiding force encountered some battles intermittently.
The further they advanced, the more intense the sounds of battle became.
It was obvious that Abaddon had concentrated all his men in the central area.
Ambushers would occasionally burst out from the dark maze.
He attacked Calgar and others with all kinds of strange weapons.
The Traitors' weapons were also enhanced, capable of breaking through the armor of Primaris warriors.
If you are targeted by concentrated fire and fail to escape in time, you may be killed.
In addition to the traitors, there are also those strangely shaped mechanical puppets.
They possess powerful military force and are huge in number, and are the biggest obstacle to the raid by Calgar and others.
The Loyalists can just hack and slash, using the increased strength and abilities gained from their Primaris upgrades to fight their enemies.
Calgar had no mercy at all. He killed the traitors, the mechanical puppets, and even the slaves who encountered him. Some ragged slaves knelt down and begged Calgar and others to forgive them.
Kalga showed no mercy and killed the slaves.
Beat them to a pulp with his iron fists.
With his Storm Bolter, he harvested them in rows.
"There is no forgiveness here. Even dying ten thousand times is better than betraying the Empire. You made the wrong choice."
Wherever the assault troops rushed, only flying limbs and arms and bright red blood were left behind.
The Empire never forgives.
Anyone who is an enemy of the empire will be punished most cruelly.
Those who betray the interests of humanity will be cursed forever.
The deeper you go, the more terrifying the strange whispers echoing in your ears become.
However, these things could not stop the loyalists of the Empire, who fought their way through the defenses built by those idiots, killing everyone in their way.
Karga beat every traitor who tried to stop him.
Those strange mechanical puppets were also blown to pieces.
"For the Holy Emperor, charge in." Karga roared, "We'll dye the road here red with the blood of these idiots, and then stuff those beasts into dog cages. We'll tell everyone that this is the fate of the evil god's lackeys."
After saying this, Calgar rushed towards the enemy group.
The warriors swore loudly, gathered behind Calgar, and followed him in the charge.
The enemy was completely routed.
The loyalists rushed towards the enemy like a torrent.
They fought their way through and penetrated the lair of the rebel enemies.
Honsou, Huron, and Abaddon the Great Reaver are all there.
"Kalga." Abaddon said word by word.
"Abaddon." Calgar roared, "Today is the end of you."
"Many have said so," Abaddon said, rising from his throne. "From the Great Crusade to the war against the False Emperor, they have all said so, but in the end I am still alive while they have long been forgotten. I am a creature of the same era as your Primarch, and I will never be ended by your hands."
Calgar showed his anger, "You are not worthy to mention the name of the Holy Emperor."
Abaddon snorted, mocking Calgar's words.
"The Holy Emperor? He really knows how to flatter himself. You know nothing about this empire, Calgar, but you still have a chance to choose. See the truth and stand on our side. Otherwise, your fate will also end in tragedy."
"The empire was created in our hands. We fought for it. We built it with blood, sweat and fury. We built it with the worlds we seized. The flesh and blood of our brothers built the foundation of the entire empire. Your gene father is just a despicable thief."
"But you betrayed your master and pushed humanity to the brink of destruction." Calgar retorted: "You have no right to make any accusations. Only destruction and death can redeem your tragic crimes."
No one will be convinced.
There is a will between the two parties that is beyond imagination.
They firmly believe that the path they have chosen is the right one.
Abaddon launched a charge. The armor, improved by Vashtor, had even more terrifying defensive capabilities and weighed several tons.
Only Abaddon can drive it with ease.
He attacked Calgar with thunder and lightning.
The fighting between the two sides broke out quickly.
Calgar's guards roared and vowed to kill all the enemies of the empire in this strange hall.
Every step Abaddon took was earth-shaking. In one hand he held the strange trident, and in the other he held the magic sword - Drachanion.
Calgar dodged the opponent's attack and then dodged the magic sword's swing.
Abaddon was cunning and revealed a flaw when he saw Calgar dodge his attack.
Wait until Carl hooks and punches him.
Abaddon's shoulder was shattered.
A huge gap was made in the heavy armor, and fragments pierced into the body of the Great Predator.
Abaddon endured the pain and used the opportunity gained by being used as bait to pierce Calgar's body with the trident in his hand.
That is a weapon powerful enough to kill the Returned One.
It easily broke through Calgar's armor and pierced his abdomen.
Let it make a painful sound.
After four upgrades, Calgar possesses extraordinary vitality.
He raised his fist, and the bolter mounted on his fist was instantly activated.
With a loud bang, Abaddon was hit by a bomb at close range.
The jaw was shattered directly, and the fragments even pierced into the blood. A painful howl came from the mouth of the big predator.
The pain was so severe that Abaddon let go of the trident.
Calgar ignored the trident in his body and punched Abaddon again.
The Great Plunderer raised the magic sword in his hand, trying to block the opponent's attack.
With a crisp crashing sound, the magic sword in his hand - Drachanion flew out of his hand and flew towards the dark statue beside him. The sharp blade even penetrated directly into it and pierced into the body of the statue made of strange materials.
Without his weapon, Abaddon was no longer able to fight against Calgar.
The other party punched him in the face.
Half of his face was shattered, with teeth and bones all mixed together.
He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
Calgar looked around and saw the dark statue with a magic sword.
He grabbed the feet of the fallen Abaddon, and with a roar, he swung it up and smashed it towards the dark statue beside him.
The heavy statue broke with the impact.
Abaddon screamed even more painfully and lay in the rubble like a dead dog.
After dealing with Abaddon, Calgar suddenly pulled out the trident that had pierced his body.
Bright red blood spurted out as the halberd tip covered with strange runes left the body.
Heart of Empire comes with a standard feature - Wound Healing that works very quickly.
Restore the shocking wound to its original state.
The armor's nano-repair device was also activated, restoring it to its original state.
Seeing that his own guards were still struggling to strangle the rebels, he could not help but roar in anger, ready to go up and finish off those guys.
After taking two steps, a series of alarms sounded.
Karga's legs went limp and he suddenly knelt on one knee.
The special power contained in that weapon came into play.
Karga tried hard to get up, but his whole body was limp.
Seeing that there was no one next to Calgar, a Chaos traitor thought he had a good opportunity.
He rushed forward, holding up his battle axe covered with filth and cursed runes.
Wanted to chop off Calgar's head.
Suddenly, a burst of divine energy exploded, blowing away all the traitors in the hall.
Dozens of blinding beams of light descended from the void, revealing the silhouettes of silver-grey and black warriors with halberds and crackling hammers.
They are none other than the Black Templars and Grey Knights who are chasing Abaddon.
The friendly forces penetrated directly into the core of the empire with a brutal and powerful attitude, and used a fast and ruthless rhythm to defeat those imperial rebels who still wanted to resist stubbornly.
At this time, other teams rushed in from outside the door and besieged the traitors.
Huron was besieged by several Primaris warriors, stabbed with swords, spears, halberds, beaten with hammers and fists, and he was soon overwhelmed.
Hong Suo was injured in the foot by someone and fell to the ground, being trampled by the attacking Primaris warriors.
His mouth was stepped on and all his teeth were broken.
Vashtor was kept under firm control.
Just as Calgar said before.
They were all stuffed into cages and sent to Terra like dead dogs.
Of course, Calgar was also sent back to Terra.
He was stuffed into a stasis field to prevent his injury from getting worse.
The damage caused by the weapon was beyond the range of what the pharmacists could treat.
Only the Holy Emperor can save his generals,
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"For the Holy Emperor." Su Xiao shouted insincerely while piercing an SS-level player.
The whole world has been shrouded in war.
Players serving the empire and loyal players of the reincarnation game were fighting each other.
Su Xiao used his bronze sword to harvest players one after another.
Pierce their bodies and make them dead.
After experiencing the mission in which he almost died at the hands of that crazy woman, Su Xiao thought about it carefully.
There is no loyalty in a man like him.
Just a creature driven by profit.
The Empire's offensive became increasingly powerful, and the reincarnation game showed signs of decline.
Although the territory controlled by the reincarnation game is still large, they are just like the National Army in 1949, and there is no future for them if they follow them.
The atmosphere of revenge is everywhere, and the hatred of non-players towards players is too great.
For those players who failed to join the empire, once they were caught, the consequences could only be described as terrible.
The more rampant those players were in the past, the more miserable they were after being caught.
Those ordinary people have been suppressed for too long and their psychology has become distorted.
The Empire took advantage of their hatred, armed them, and formed legions to launch crazy revenge on those players who were still loyal to the reincarnation game.
There are rumors everywhere that players were lynched in retaliation after being caught.
Realizing that something was wrong, Su Xiao began to plan his escape route.
He used a prop to modify his appearance, and then went to a world that the Empire had not yet reached but was on the verge of the front line. When the players belonging to the Empire infiltrated, he transformed himself into a person with ideological awareness and joined the Empire's resistance team.
By the time the empire's main force arrived, his identity would be cleared.
He still uses his name Su Xiao.
At first he was very nervous, afraid of being recognized.
Later on he realized that he was overthinking it.
The Empire's need for indigenous players is endless.
The inspectors didn't care what his name was.
No one cares about his past, as long as he swears allegiance to the emperor.
Su Xiao started a new killing journey, but this time it was not so interesting.
He had to obey the orders of the Empire, work as a team, and appear to be considerate of ordinary people.
Very depressed.
You have to suppress the hatred in your heart and endure the orders of the bureaucrats.
But there is no other way, there is a price to pay for everything.
He is not strong enough.
Only when he is strong enough can he do whatever he wants.
The only thing that can make Su Xiao relax is the killing on the battlefield.
With the support of the empire, it has complete logistical and medical means.
All he had to do was kill as much as he wanted without any scruples.
Su Xiao eliminated his opponent, took away his props, and soon found a new target.
An extremely beautiful female player who looks heroic.
The other party's screams must be very pleasant to the ears.