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

Abaddon's eyes swept across every corner of the void battlefield, and he saw the fleets of the Dark Mechanicum among the disintegrating Chaos fleets. They flew towards the Phalanx under Abaddon's hopeful gaze, posing as if they were landing and taking control of the huge void fortress.

right! That's it! Kalbohar! Don't forget our covenant!

Suddenly Abaddon's soul was controlled by despair. Although the Dark Mechanicus fleet was not attacked by the Phalanx, they had no intention of attacking the Phalanx. The two passed by each other, and Kalbohar looked like A little more interested in the unhealed subspace rift behind the Phalanx.

Somehow, Abaddon saw Kalbohar looking at him on the bridge, and he saw contempt and disdain in his mechanical eyes with a faint light.

This reminded Abaddon of the time he sent someone to order a knight family to be loyal to him. The patriarch, who had been highly transformed and integrated with the knights, also looked at Abaddon with such eyes and said without mercy, "My allegiance is to the great Wolf Shepherd! Who do you think you are, Abaddon?"

"Kalbhar!" Abaddon roared in surprise and anger. Kalborhar and his troops had completely sunk into the subspace rift and disappeared, leaving only the uninterrupted light of the Phalanx's artillery fire. A twinkle in Abaddon's eye.

Without the cover of the Dark Mechanicus fleet, the Orc fleet on the other side suddenly rushed in. They didn't care about the drastic changes in the battlefield situation, they just wanted to find someone to fight hard. This made the situation of the Chaos Fleet, which was already in chaos, even worse. In addition, the Iron Warriors issued a statement to break away from the Black Crusade, and they opened fire on their former comrades without any scruples.

The Planet Killer suddenly disintegrated in this civil strife. This huge battleship with doomsday cannons was just a clumsy behemoth after losing its protection. It had no brute force but was unable to exert it.

These pictures are all real, but they are only fragments of the truth. What Tzeentch Demons are best at is weaving lies with truth and using information asymmetry to induce people to fall. The real battle situation was far from as bad as what Abaddon saw at this time.

The Phalanx, repaired by the void dragon, opened fire on every moving object on the battlefield. No warship could survive his salvo of artillery. And those Imperial Fists companies that had served the Phalanx for a long time also suffered heavy casualties in the Phalanx's internal defense system. They could only huddle in a simple warehouse and send messages to the outside world, telling them that the Phalanx had been attacked by evil forces. Hate the control of intelligence.

The orcs also launched a fierce attack on the imperial fleet. The huge battleships of the expeditionary force made them itchy to watch, and they surrounded them one by one without fear of life and death. The Iron Warriors did not fully defect to the Empire. There were serious differences within them. Some people chose to obey the original statement, while others regarded Perturabo's defection to the Empire as a shameful betrayal. They once again began to bloody of civil war.

Showing fragments of the truth, leading people to think towards the expected results, and then completely tearing apart their psychological defenses, this is the brilliance of the Tzeentch demon in deceiving people.

"Why...why it turned out like this..." Abaddon couldn't believe what he saw. Carlos didn't answer his question, but emphasized to Abadon again and again that he only needed one The souls can then complete the magic circle, thus making the situation on the entire battlefield favorable to Chaos.

"I...I..." Abaddon's face was pale and his lips were trembling. Carlos's voice lingered tightly in his soul. His eyes witnessed a broken battlefield and his ears listened to Carlos's voice, and the wavering in his heart became more and more obvious.

Should I give up my opportunity to destroy the empire for Khayon? Will Khayon understand my choice? He should be able to, right? There are no immortals in war, and he understands this truth. I paid so much for Khayon and helped Mefitari after she was captured by the Dark Eldar nobles, so Khayon should also help me, right?

This sentence suddenly came to Abaddon's mind: Khayon is willing to pay everything for Warmaster Abaddon.

right! exactly! That's it! As expected of my brother! As expected of my good brother!

The deceiver who gave Abaddon the idea looked at Abaddon's unmistakable look and felt ridiculous. No matter how many artifacts he wore and many titles he wore, Abaddon was only a space warrior after all. Compared to the original body, It's really too slow.

"it is good."

This word came out of Abaddon's mouth. The soldiers beside him had no idea what Abaddon meant by this. Carlos in the shadows took advantage of this permission to move quickly. He passed through the walls and floors of the Vengeful Spirit and soon came to the memory containing the soul of Khayon's sister Izala.

Izala's body was floating in an incubator filled with blue nutrient solution, and she sensed Carlos's ill intentions toward her. She immediately sent a signal to Abaddon for help, and then controlled the automatic turret in the room to shoot at Carlos.

How could Carlos be hurt by the turret? He silently put his hand on the wall of the incubator. As he approached, half of his body turned into the shape of Khayon. Then he whispered to the restless and frightened Izala in the incubator, "We have kept you alive for so long, and it's time to collect the reward."

The next moment, Izala felt madness washing over her consciousness. All the brains united on the memory revived, and they frantically fought for the dominance of the memory.

Izala was completely unable to compete with them. She had no talent. She was forcibly transformed into a memory just because of an accident. The brains that were subsequently used to supplement the memory were carefully selected. Each of them had extremely high thinking abilities. Exceptional talent.

Izala's soul was extracted, and her body, which had been immersed in the incubator for a long time, became even more lifeless. The war of countless consciousnesses fighting for control continued in her body, and the entire equipment of the Vengeful Spirit was also affected. The busy servitors and slaves were trembling in the madness of the machine soul. They knelt on the ground and begged the Vengeful Spirit. Give them a wide berth.

Carlos tore and twisted Izala's soul, and soon made it into a small envelope. He carefully took out an ancient and mysterious piece of parchment from his body and sealed it inside. Finally, he breathed lightly into the envelope, and the envelope disappeared without a trace.