Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Why do I always feel a little uneasy?

What exactly went wrong?

Are there any enemies I haven't anticipated?

Abaddon walked around the room, nervous and worried on the eve of the Thirteenth Black Crusade.

"What's wrong? Warmaster?" Carlos' voice came into the room. Judging from the tone, this Tzeentch demon just wanted to have fun.

As for caring?

You might as well go talk to the great demons of Nurgle about bathing. Abaddon would be thankful that these great demons of Tzeentch didn't stab him in the back.

"I need a prophecy." Abaddon said slowly, and Carlos appeared in front of him. The head of the man who could see the future had eyes shining brightly.

"What could lead to the failure of the Thirteenth Black Crusade?"

Abaddon's question stunned Carlos for a while. All the seekers he had seen asked about how they would succeed. There were very few people like Abaddon who thought in reverse.

Carlos stared into the future, and finally he gave a name.

Guilliman.

A Primarch? That could indeed be a huge problem for Thirteenth Black Crusade.

Preparations must also be made for an attack on the Ultramar sector, and the Primarch must be killed before Guilliman awakens from his refined stance.

"Do you have any more questions?" Carlos chuckled, which made Abaddon feel upset. An inexplicable sense of foolery suddenly emerged and told him that he must terminate the Thirteenth Black Crusade.

But Abaddon would not stop, and the soldiers under his command would not allow him to stop. He had been preparing for this for thousands of years, and he would never give up halfway because of a small problem.

What's more, he has the support of the Allies...

Exiting the room, Abaddon strode across the bridge.

The Black Legion had already assembled for Barton and lined up in the aisle leading to the main bridge. They silently held banners with glorious achievements stitched on them and watched Abaddon go away with only reverential eyes.

The shadow of the Warmaster passed over them, and strong fighting spirit spurted out. Every warrior here was eager to break out of the Eye of Terror to destroy the decaying and declining empire, and then establish a new order of their own.

There are many people in the main bridge who have been waiting for a long time. They are all reliable comrades who are worthy of being entrusted with their backs. In a chaotic and disorderly world like the Eye of Terror, this is really valuable.

Abaddon, who entered the main bridge, showed a faint smile when he saw his friend Iskandar Kayon. If Lin Fan were here, he would definitely call Kayon "Kawen Qingda" in front of Abaddon. Uncle.

Abaddon sat on his throne, where he could see all the troops who had fought in the Thirteenth Black Crusade.

The huge military formation gave Abaddon an unparalleled sense of pride. Who else but him in the Eye of Terror could integrate the loose Chaos warbands into sand?

"Hahahaha..." Abaddon laughed, "The corrupt empire will not be able to stop us, and victory this time will be inevitable."

"Of course, my great Warmaster." Khayon said firmly.

Abaddon looked at Khayon again, and Khayon looked at Abaddon.

The captain of the Luna Wolves and the wizard of the Thousand Sons all recalled the past when they fought side by side. When they destroyed the Fabius clone laboratory, Khayon directly transferred hundreds of years of companionship to him in order to cooperate with Abaddon's attack. The Tranok battleship hit the enemy's head, and the guardian spirit Gale, whose soul was bound to him, also died of exhaustion in the battle with the Horus clone.

As a native of Prospero, it was quite normal to have a demon elf, but unlike his brothers who betrayed the demon elf, Khayon and the demon elf were always loyal to each other.

Abaddon did not live up to Khayon's sacrifice. He desperately saved Khayon from a life-or-death situation.

Later, the Black Legion was established, and Abaddon and Khayon were invincible. This psychic killer successfully killed Targus Daravik, the leader of the army in the sixth crusade, making Abaddon's throne as warmaster as stable as a mountain.

"Kayon, do you know the troops we have for this expedition?" Abaddon asked, it was more of an emotional game than a question.

Khayon knew Abaddon's intentions and just said, "Warmaster, I don't know."

"Then let me introduce it to you." Abaddon paused, and then introduced everyone to the unparalleled power of the Thirteenth Black Crusade in a warrior's firm and powerful voice.

Lord of Destruction Urkrathos, Lord of Tribulation Devram Korda, Lord of Deception Igthemer, Chief Warlock Zaraphiston, Destroyer Zagsin, Chief of Treason Erebas, Traitor Ahriman the Wonderful Chosen, Typhons the Chosen of Nurgle, Talak the Night Lord Darkblood, Kranen the Crimson Slayer...

After speaking for a while, Abaddon suddenly discovered a few small problems.

Lucius, Chosen of Slaanesh, Karn, Chosen of Khorne, and War Blacksmith Crom Gart were not present.

This is a bit abnormal. If Lucius and Kahn were not present, Abaddon would not think too much.

One is a lawless maniac, and the other is a bloodthirsty machine that can't stop when it sees blood. Their failure to keep up is as Abaddon expected.

But it was outrageous that War Blacksmith Gat did not arrive on time. As a member of the Iron Warriors, order and punctuality are iron laws stronger than fine gold.

Will these people be the culprits responsible for the failure of the Thirteenth Black Crusade?

How can it be!

Abaddon felt ridiculous for his own thoughts. The quality of the Dark Mechanicum troops brought by Kal Bohar was far greater than the three of them combined.

But out of a prudent plan, Abaddon still sent someone to visit the territory of the Iron Warriors. If War Blacksmith Gat was delayed by the Imperial troops, Abaddon would definitely send someone to help!

After Abaddon gave the order, Khayon took a step forward and saluted the Black Warmaster. "Everything is ready, my Warmaster... Next, I will go to the heart of the decayed empire and deliver the message of defeat to them."

"Go ahead, Kingbreaker! The Crimson Road will lead directly to Terra, and you will see the Vengeful Spirit coming to Terra again!"

Khayon retreated, he needed to make some preparations before leaving.

Enter the most important center of the Vengeful Spirit, where Khayon can communicate directly with the machine spirit of the Vengeful Spirit.

Even through a layer of thick metal gloves, Kayon could still feel the long-lost warmth from the cold and huge memory.

"Sister..." Kayon called softly.

His sister Izala responded to her brother's call with steam and electric arcs spewed from the pipes.