"Next."
"Next."
"Next."
The crowd in the auditorium cheered.
They roared at the top of their lungs, chanting the same words along with Loken.
If there were no firewall, such strong emotions would probably stir up a terrible storm in the subspace.
Duel is a very primitive and backward form of entertainment.
In this situation, humanity can be united as never before.
Through simple and crude methods, people's pride in this race was satisfied, letting them know that humans are not weak.
Being born as a human being is the greatest gift given to them by the invisible fate.
Abaddon, bound in chains, made his appearance in the spotlight.
When he appeared, the sound reached a climax and then strangely calmed down.
All eyes were on this traitor.
Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus, the Great Despoiler, successor to Horus, leader of the Black Legion, and Warmaster chosen by the Chaos Gods.
Every title inspires disgust and hatred.
The people just watched the great traitor being dragged up, gazing at him with as much hatred as their eyes could express.
Abaddon was once the greatest threat ever faced by the Imperium of Man.
Their level of danger is even greater than that of the Tyranids, Necrons, Green Orcs, etc.
Anyone in the Empire knows this terrible guy.
He planned dark crusades again and again, breaking through the Cadia Fortress and only one step away from sending the Empire and humanity to destruction.
During the Horus Heresy, he was present at major events such as Yin Stefan, Mordo, and Beta-Galmon.
He was particularly active during the Battle of Terra.
Attack the Pluto region, capture the moon, and lead the ground war on Terra.
Many heroes died tragically at the hands of Abaddon and became the dead under his sword.
More than a thousand years after Horus's defeat, he brutally killed the elderly Sigismund.
After that, many heroes fell under his sword one after another.
Next to the Demon Primarch, the one that the Empire most wants to kill is Abaddon.
The people of the Empire express their disgust for this traitor.
If looks could kill, Abaddon would have been chopped into countless pieces by now.
The guards dragged him up very roughly, as if they were pulling up a wild beast.
While pulling, he also used a long spear to drive them away.
No matter how Abaddon resisted or howled, it was of no use.
The Custodians who have completed the implantation of the Heart of the Empire possess power far exceeding that of Abaddon.
Abaddon was wearing various restraining devices and had no chance of resisting the brutal force of these guards.
After being dragged onto the field, the flying servo skull slowly untied the restraints on Abaddon and injected him with a shot of recovery potion, allowing him to reach his peak state.
This was Locke's request.
To humiliate Abaddon to the greatest extent possible, break his limbs and spine when he is in his prime, and leave him lying on the ground like a pile of mud.
Loken turned around and looked at Abaddon, who was untying his restraints and stretching his muscles.
The former first company commander is still tall and majestic.
The Warp gave this traitor many blessings, allowing him to maintain peak physical strength even after more than twelve thousand years.
The Terminator armor that had been with him for a long time was repaired and put on him.
The Ultimate Armor is so large that it can turn a person into a walking tank, but this extra protection comes at the cost of speed.
During the Great Crusade, Space Marines wearing Terminator armor generally looked bulky and could only be used as assault units.
Only Abaddon has the strength to wear Terminator-type power armor with the same agility as a standard suit of power armor.
Abaddon glared at Loken.
His eyes showed no sign of hiding his hatred and his desire to crush the other's throat.
He knew what Loken was trying to do.
This bastard, who should have died long ago, returned to the real universe with the help of that beast Guilliman.
He wanted to use his despicable means to make himself kneel before him and become a stepping stone for him to gain honor and applause.
Abaddon watched with his own eyes as Erebus, whose spine was broken, was carried away by the guards.
I also heard the deafening cheers with my own ears.
What a terrible humiliation it was for a warrior.
Being defeated in public, becoming a laughing stock for the entertainment of mortals.
Abaddon found it hard to accept such a fate.
He selected a longsword from the suspended weapons rack.
After swinging it a few times, it felt about the same weight as the magic sword Drachanion.
After being captured by Calgar, the Demon Sword was also taken away by the Empire.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the Claw of Horus was still in his hand.
Rather than dismantle this weapon that had drunk the blood of so many heroes and emperors, the Imperials handed it over to Abaddon.
"Don't try to humiliate me." Abaddon roared after being freed from his restraints. He ran forward like a savage and terrifying beast, making a deafening roar.
The Claw of Horus in his hand is covered with deadly electricity.
"You have no say, Ezekyle." Loken also rushed forward, his eyes revealing hatred and fighting spirit that was no less than Abaddon's.
A thousand years of grudge.
He settles accounts and exacts revenge for those who failed to return.
The two men started fighting with the sound of their armor colliding.
The fight between the two sides was like that between two sworn enemies.
The charged claws swung towards Loken's head, but he dodged by bending over.
Abaddon smiled cruelly.
"This trick always works, Loken."
The previous attack was just a sheep attack, and Abaddon reached out to grab the edge of Loken's shoulder armor.
As soon as he caught him, he would knee him and teach the damn bastard a lesson.
Loken used his elbow to push away the Claw of Horus, then swung his warhammer towards Abaddon's waist.
The movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Abaddon took a few steps back with a grim look on his face.
"Do you think everyone is as brainless as you? Won't you learn from your mistakes?" Loken said in a deep voice: "After the battle with Yin Stefan, I have imagined countless times how to break your trick. I have seen through you, Abaddon. Even without the infinite power hidden in this body, I can still defeat you."
"That's just a dream. You will never be able to defeat me." Abaddon took heavy steps like thunder and rushed forward again.
The heavy body covered in heavy armor crushed everything with ease.
The great plunderers rushed forward, and the battlefield was filled with rumbling sounds.
Loken stared at the desperate charge launched against him by his former brothers.
His eyes gradually became cold and indifferent, and he entered a strange state of calm.
All the muscles of this extraordinary body were tensed under his will.
“It’s time for reckoning.”
"Welcome to become a member of the Luna Wolves."
At the recruiting ground, Abaddon, who had just been promoted to company captain, spoke to the new recruits.
"You have performed very well, Gavial Loken. The Tenth Company is now in your hands."
On the battlefield of Ullanor, Abaddon patted Loken on the shoulder, and together with Cyjanus, handed the appointment document signed by Horus himself to the delighted Loken.
"Ullanor has won a great victory. Our Gene-Father has become Warmaster. Let us celebrate this."
At the banquet, Abaddon raised his strong arms and cheered to all the Luna Wolves.
All the Luna Wolves were banging on the table and chanting the name of the Wolf God.
What a happy moment that was.
"For the honor of the Legion, Loken, don't be a coward. If you are really scared, I will give you a bolter, so that you can blow up that idiot Lucius. Hahahaha."
When many legions gather together, they will compete in the arena to show the skills they have learned during this period.
Abaddon will go with the Council of Four Kings and many combat masters, striving to win honor for Horus.
"You have become a member of the Council of Four Kings. As long as we work together, we can win more honor for the Sons of Horus."
Memories flashed through Loken's mind, making his grip on the sword even firmer.
"I once considered you a brother." Loken took a slight step and assumed a fighting stance.
He looked at the roaring, frantic Abaddon and whispered in Kosonia, the secret language of their homeland: "You and I once had the same blood, but you betrayed the fighting spirit of Kosonia. The children of Kosonia were born in the wilderness, but they never succumbed to the terrible nature."
As strong as the friendship between former comrades is, as bitter are the fruits of the tree of betrayal.
He would never forget the oath he had made on the planet Instavan III, would never betray the oath he had sworn to strangle all traitors, and would never betray the words he had spoken in the presence of the Striated Malcador and the Emperor.
"I will defend the Imperium and sacrifice my life for the future of humanity. I will resolutely stand against my former comrades, and I will never coexist with them. I will draw my sword and fight against the gods, even if it means eternal damnation and never being able to escape. I will not ask for honor, no matter reward or punishment. This oath has been made and I will stick to it."
"Loken." Abaddon roared through gritted teeth.
Loken stepped forward and raised his hammer with a roar.
The dancing arcs of electricity illuminated his face.
Abaddon swung his sword in an attempt to block.
The brutal force of the war hammer caused his sword to slip out of his hand when it hit him, and even his hand was numb from the shock.
The armor on the palm of his hand was shattered directly, and the flesh was torn apart under the huge force of the impact.
Bloody.
Loken seized the opportunity, jumped up, and with the help of the gravity of the fall, muscle strength and armor, he slammed his other hand into Abaddon's face.
"This punch is revenge for your betrayal."
Abaddon's head tilted to the side, and fragments of his head armor mixed with flesh and blood flew out.
"This punch is a mockery of your stupidity."
Loken squatted down and threw an uppercut. Abaddon's whole body flew up and fell heavily to the ground with his jaw broken.
If it weren't for the blessing of the Four Gods and the cushioning of the Terminator power armor, my entire head would have been smashed by Loken's punch.
Abaddon tried to stand up.
But Locke kicked him in the abdomen and he rolled over.
"Didn't you say that the path you chose before was the right one, Ezekiel?"
Loken walked over, and when Abaddon was trying to support his broken body to stand up, he stepped on his head and exerted force suddenly, causing him to stick to the broken floor again.
"Let your god save you, Ezekiel. Show your arrogance and insolence as you did on the planet Yinstefan III."
"Loken." Abaddon roared. He tried his best to raise his head, but was stepped down by Loken again and again.
If the other party hadn't controlled the strength, his head would have been crushed to pieces.
It's like a watermelon breaking into pieces.
"Think about how arrogant you were when you committed those evil deeds in the solar system, and how rampant you were when you attacked the palace. Now look at you, a piece of trash that anyone can step on."
Loken's words seemed to pierce Abaddon's heart, making him grit his teeth and roar continuously.
He used every inch of his muscle strength to lift Locke's steel boots with his face little by little.
Every cell is screaming and operating at a force beyond their endurance limits.
"No matter how hard you try, you can't change the fact that you are an ant."
Loken exerted force suddenly, and Abaddon was pressed down again.
There was even an explosion sound, directly smashing the floor and splashing countless fragments.
The helmet was deformed and the face was covered in blood.
"Kill me." Abaddon whispered under Loken's feet. He was sobbing, "Gavier, look at the past brotherhood and kill me."
Such humiliation caused Abaddon to collapse.
Locke showed an extremely cruel smile.
"I once begged you not to do those things. Do you remember? Your answer is my answer now, Ezekiel. You will only suffer forever, and your humiliation will continue until the future when time no longer exists. This is the price of betrayal."
Loken stepped on Abaddon's head and raised his weapon towards the audience, letting out a deafening roar.
"victory."
This sound was like a switch being turned on.
Everyone cheered along.
"victory."
"victory."
They were all screaming.
Abaddon sobbed quietly amid the deafening cheers.
If there had been no betrayal, he would have enjoyed this honor as well.
Worshipped by countless people, his statue will stand on Terra, and the history books of mankind will record how impressive Abaddon from Kosonia achieved in the Great Crusade.
Now, he is a pathetic, trampled-on traitor.
All people could give him was spit and abuse.
The name Abaddon symbolizes eternal shame.
A beam of teleporting light pierced through the sky and landed on the open space of the duel arena.
The neatly-organized, golden-armored Imperial Guards walked out, followed by the Honor Guards led by Sicarius.
Following closely behind were two Primarchs with noble faces.
One is the Primarch of the Raven Guard - Corax.
The other is Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders.
Sharokin and many of the revived Raven Guards had excited faces. After so many years, they finally saw their genetic father again, even though he no longer led them.
But the reverence in their hearts will never disappear.
Tulsa was already crying when Vulkan came out.
When he first learned the news of Vulkan's death, he fainted.
The same goes for the other Salamander warriors.
If he hadn't known that Vulkan had publicly announced that he would no longer lead the Salamanders and would no longer accept the allegiance of any of his offspring for the sake of the stability of the empire and the future of mankind, he would have known that Vulkan had publicly announced that he would no longer lead the Salamanders and would no longer accept the allegiance of any of his offspring.
I'm afraid they would have rushed up and offered their loyalty long ago.
People also stared in amazement as the two primarchs walked out of the teleportation beam.
Tall, majestic and charming, they look like real gods.
Loken also opened his mouth wide. Compared with the Great Crusade period, the two Primarchs had even more aura, making people feel a sense of fear that they could not look directly at them.
He was a little nervous, not knowing whether this duel would attract the attention of the Primarch.
However, the next person who came out surprised the world and Locke even more.
The beam of light suddenly expanded, as if a giant was about to walk over from the other side and the passage was too narrow.
The beam of light became brighter and brighter, making it difficult to look directly at it, and then it dimmed, revealing a towering giant.
The visitor was not wearing a helmet, only an exquisite laurel wreath on his forehead.
The noble face was clearly visible, and everyone who saw it felt that they had seen all the light and miracles in the world.
It is enough to make anyone pledge eternal loyalty at first sight.
People in the audience stood up one after another, with tears streaming down their faces, and made the Sky Eagle Salute emblem on their chests to express their respect for the visitor.
Even those who watched through the broadcast facilities did the same thing.
No one ordered them to do this.
No commands are required to do this.
The visitor was none other than the Holy Emperor of the Empire, the new Lord of Mankind, the supreme monarch who would make all the heavens and the universe submit to human rule.
Horus shattered the Emperor's dream, but the Holy Emperor reshaped a new dream for mankind, leading the confused people to move firmly towards that great ideal.
There is no doubt that everyone would sacrifice their lives for the dream of the Holy Emperor.
Under the gaze of billions of people, Guilliman walked towards Loken.
"Long time no see, Lorcan."
Locke was stunned, his shocked heart was like the ion storm in Cosonia, and it was difficult to calm down.
He knew that the former No. 13 had taken over the Emperor's duties and become the Lord of Mankind, and the respect and love he received even surpassed that of his father.
It was because of No. 13 that the Empire was able to survive and even recall these long-lost souls.
I knew it, but this was the first time we met so closely.
Locke struggled to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.
He spoke awkwardly, "Your Majesty."
“Don’t be so reserved.” Guilliman smiled. “You were not like this before.”
“You weren’t the Holy Emperor before!
There was no such power and majesty as now." Many complicated thoughts emerged in Locke's mind. After pondering for a moment, he couldn't think of anything to say, so he could only say respectfully again: "Your Majesty,"
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Guilliman patted Loken on the shoulder. "You did a good job, but you have to let go of Abaddon. If you crush him to death, you won't be able to find another one. I also hope to make him a negative example for those who want to surrender to Chaos."
Locke nodded and retracted his foot.
The half-dead Abaddon was dragged away by the Servo-Skull.
Abaddon originally wanted to say some harsh words when he saw Guilliman, but considering Guilliman's prestige, he was afraid that if he said anything harsh, countless warriors would ask to duel with him.
By then, there will inevitably be another round of humiliation.
Thinking of this, Abaddon could only look at Loken with hatred and viciousness.
"You have won, Loken. But now is not the time to present you with the Medal of Honor, because your duel is only the prelude to another war. You can only receive your own Medal of Honor after the war is won."
"I don't seek honor." Locke said: "It is already a great fortune to be able to return to the battlefield."
"You can refuse it, but the Empire cannot refuse it." Guilliman smiled and said, "Join my guard first."
Loken nodded and stood side by side with Sicarius.
Sicarius tilted his head slightly, glanced at Loken, and then straightened his body more straight.
"I speak to you, my people." Guilliman turned to the audience and smiled friendly. His voice was transmitted to all parts of the Empire through the servoskulls and broadcasting equipment.
"I don't have much to say, because you no longer need speeches to boost morale. I am here just to tell you that the time of reckoning has come."
"The gods thought they could play and toy with humans forever, and those shameful demons thought that all the crimes they committed against humans would not be judged. But they were wrong, and all blood feuds will be paid."
Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it had the power to penetrate the soul.
Everyone listened to what he said.
"The reign of the gods will also come to an end just like the dynasty, and everything that happened will be settled. The troops in the solar system are gathering for this purpose. Our swords will be pointed at the throats of the gods and demons, making them regret everything they have done."
"The assembled fleet will be led by Vulkan to launch a godslayer crusade for reckoning and revenge. The demons of the warp will know what it means to repay a tooth with a tooth, and blood with blood. All the crimes they have committed against mankind will be paid with eternal death."
"I know there may be many sacrifices this time, but these sacrifices are precious and worthwhile. Every drop of blood shed by the heroes will be the cornerstone of a great cause."
"In the distant future, some may insult me for being stupid and arrogant, or they may praise me for my greatness and prophetic vision."
Guilliman raised one of his own hands, like one taking the oath.
Everyone was looking at their king.
They are not afraid of sacrifice.
With just one order from the Holy Emperor, they would give everything.
Even if it is burned up like firewood, I have no regrets.
Guilliman looked around at the crowd, his voice slowly growing louder until it turned into a roar.
"Humanity will declare war on the Chaos Gods, we will declare death to those damned demons, and we will overthrow the palaces of the gods."
Sharokin, Tulsa, Numen, Torgaddon and other returnees stared at Guilliman in amazement. The words he shouted shocked them so much that their brains stopped.
Locke, who was closest to him, couldn't even utter a word.
He had witnessed the horrors of the Warp.
He is well aware of the horror of the Chaos Gods.
And now, Guilliman had dared to launch a God-killing Crusade to openly confront them.
The many Daemon Primarchs and traitors of the Astronomican of the Redemption all screamed and banged frantically against the barriers of the cage.
Guilliman's arrogance was beyond their imagination.
Is he crazy to declare war on the eternal and immortal gods
Countless soldiers, civilians, Mechanicus believers, knights, etc. all fell into a brief silence.
Unimaginable passion flowed through their veins.
"For the Holy Emperor, for humanity." I don't know who shouted the first sentence.
Then there was an overwhelming roar, enough to shake the earth.
The soldiers on the battleship also cheered.
They are full of passion and their hearts are full of fire.
Even if I die in battle immediately, I will not have the slightest regret.
Loken, Sharokin and other returnees couldn't help but shout.
Guilliman looked at the cheering crowd and uttered the last words, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
"Bring me victory, warriors."