Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Abaddon ended the communication with the World Reaper. The dark Warmaster stood in the most familiar position on the bridge, looking at the world under the observation vault with an indifferent and bloodthirsty expression.

Vigilance - this is a vast world with heavy military guards. Judging from the naval ships scattered around it and the many loyalist warband symbols displayed on the ancient equipment interface, the Imperial Warmaster Dukel has indeed made this place indestructible.

Just as the World Reaper reported.

The various forces in the galaxy compete here, and even the barbaric aliens have instinctively sensed the great value of this world.

Vigilance is the only stable transit station at the northern end of the Nakmond Corridor, and it is the only known gateway for the Empire to the dark side.

This crucial position determines that the Empire will fight any threat here. The Empire will fight to the death and want humans to give up Vigilance unless the last Imperial warrior bleeds the last drop of blood in his body.

This situation is exactly what Abaddon hopes for. The Warmaster will not use any means other than frontal attack to seize this world. He will conquer the world with supreme power, firmly grasp the power in his hands, and this victory will be accompanied by the collapse and glory of the Empire.

He looked around the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, bathing in its magnificent glory.

The terrifyingly large cannons were arrayed on both sides of the battleship, and the black muzzles were huge enough to accommodate a whole team of Imperial knights. The jets of this magnificent battleship spewed out warp flames, and the iron fence under Abaddon's feet was stained dark brown with blood.

These dried bloodstains are proof of history, some of which came from the hateful Emperor of Mankind, and the ignorant mortals called it the blood of the gods. And more of it came from the Archangel Sanguinius.

I heard that this archangel who died here has returned again?

Abaddon looked at the many dark bloodstains under his feet, smiled and stretched out the claws of Horus.

He tasted the memories of killing the Primarch Sanguinius, and savored it again.

The magic sword Drachanian was angry behind him, revealing jealous anger.

"Don't worry." Abaddon promised the magic sword, "You will soon be able to drink the blood of heroes."

The Vengeful Spirit can deploy Abaddon's army to the ground battlefield within an hour. This warship is an undefeated god of war, a Glory Queen-class warship - his warship.

After thousands of years, the baptism of the dark energy of the warp and pure hatred has made the power of this glorious warship even stronger.

Abaddon has long been integrated with this warship, and he would rather die than abandon the Vengeful Spirit.

Behind the flagship, there are a hundred giant ships following, and new warbands come from the Styx War Zone and the Hell Furnace every day to join this army.

Abaddon is confident that his legion is extremely powerful and can easily defeat the weak Empire's navy, but the Glory Queen-class Vengeful Spirit, compared with the Imperial Navy, is like a wrestling between a giant sword and a knife. The gap between them is so obvious.

He enjoys the emotions on the eve of victory.

Did Horus, the father, patiently savor his expectations before launching a crucial attack on the Emperor's false state?

Abaddon was sure he had, for he had often been there to witness Horus' words and deeds in the distant past.

But Horus failed.

Horus was too weak.

Terra would still stand under his attack, and the Vigilante would fall before Abaddon.

The Imperium would be completely cut off, and the war with the Imperium would enter its final stage. By then, when his prey was weak, he would be able to kill it.

Maybe someone would come to stop him, such as Warmaster Dukir?

Admittedly, Abaddon did not know much about the Imperial Warmaster of ten thousand years ago. It could even be said that this was the Primarch he knew least. He was still ignorant when Dukir was active. To him, this Warmaster was like a comet in the old night of the Imperium, which had passed a dazzling track ten thousand years ago and then disappeared completely.

Abaddon did not despise Dukel, but he was not afraid either.

Past experiences had made him see clearly the weakness hidden under the seemingly glorious appearance of those primarchs.

Remove this hypocritical veil, they are nothing.

The era of the primarchs has ended.

His era is coming, soon.

As Abaddon's terror army was deployed to the ground battlefield, Vigilance faced more challenges.

The main force of the Black Legion assisted the legion of the World Reapers and fought with the orcs.

As soon as the Iron Warriors arrived at Vigilance, they found the Imperial Fist.

The World Eaters and Khorne demons vented their killing desires on the battlefield.

The Midnight Ghost sneaked into the dark of Vigilance, and just as they were about to spread fear on this planet, they mistakenly fell into the ambush of the Genestealer Church.

At the same time, as the magic circle in a temple on Vigilance lit up, an unusual existence came to this world.

The Word Bearers looked up at the golden giant who walked out of the teleportation array with fanatical eyes.

The giant's name was like a legend. He was called Luo Jia, the genetic father of the Word Bearers.

No one could have imagined that this great Word Bearer would come to this world at this time.

"How is the placement of the Black Stone Demon Crown going?" Luo Jia asked the Word Bearers as soon as he appeared.

"My Lord, it's going very smoothly. The current progress has exceeded 50%. It will be completely completed in just one week." The Word Bearer responded respectfully.

"How is the confidentiality?" Lorgar asked again.

"No one knows, my Lord. To this day, the Empire knows nothing about our actions."

"What about the Black Legion?" The Great Word Bearer asked again.

"They didn't notice it either."

"Very good." The Great Word Bearer nodded, and finally smiled.

"The Blackstone Demon Crown will change the polarity of a large number of needle-shaped blackstone bedrocks under the crust of the Vigilant Star, completely reverse the polarity of the blackstone of the Vigilant Star, and open a stable subspace rift here. This is a very important task, my son, there must be no mistakes."

"Yes, my Lord!"

Hearing the encouragement of the Primarch, the Word Bearers showed a hint of enthusiasm on their faces.

The Great Word Bearer looked at the Blackstone Demon Crown being built not far away, and his eyes showed an uncontrollable expectation.

Blackstone is a unique mineral. As a mineral in the real universe, this mineral can calm the tides of the warp, which makes people sigh at the wonders of the universe.

Every black expedition of Abaddon is called a victory.

Many people scoff at this statement.

But Lorca knows very well that this victory is real.

In fact, in the distant past, the Milky Way was torn apart by the Great Rift. It was the obelisk built by the Necrons using blackstone that repaired the Great Rift.

And the purpose of each expedition of Abaddon is not to destroy the empire by force, but to destroy those blackstone structures, introduce a large amount of ether energy into the physical universe, weaken the barrier between the two, and finally tear the entire physical universe apart.

The blackstone magic crown built by the Word Bearers can reverse the polarity of the blackstone mineral and reverse the effect of calming the tides of the warp.

Vigilance is a planet rich in blackstone. Once the plan of the Word Bearers succeeds, the effect of a large amount of blackstone minerals will open up a stable warp rift again.

This result is crucial for the next action of the Great Word Bearer.

For this purpose, he came here in person and brought a large number of wizards and psykers to assist in the construction of the Blackstone Crown.

"I smell the death of the stars." Lorgar whispered, "and he knows your names."

His whispers were like the ashes left by death, floating endlessly in this temple, but they could never find a pure land to return to, and finally dissipated into dust in the wind.

His eyes looked to the north of the planet. The Great Bearer of Words threw his weights on the chaotic gambling table of Vigilant Star.

And in the north of Vigilant Star, a city called Dortoria also ushered in its own challenge at this moment.

The army of the Purifiers of the World Warband broke in here. As believers in death, they suddenly found Dortoria very disgusting to them.

The Purifiers of the World Warband believed that they must destroy all life forms in the galaxy.

Since they fell into the arms of Nurgle, they have seen corrupt creatures with destructive power and endless corrupt ships.

They believe that only by destroying all life in the galaxy can they achieve their great goal of purifying the universe, and the fastest way is to poison and disease.

After years of meditation, the Purifiers have developed a unique philosophy, which gave birth to the noble desire to eliminate all life.

Life always makes mistakes, which makes them weak and incompetent. Life must be destroyed. The ugly posture of life will only turn the beautiful stars into a potential source of evil.

All life is inherently flawed. No matter what the cost, life must be extinguished.

They followed the footsteps of the Black Crusade and came to Dotoria on the Vigilance Star.

The Purifiers are determined to carry out their lofty wishes as they have done countless times before.

They also encountered resistance in the process of purification as they did in the past.

But unlike in the past, the resistance to their footsteps this time was not from humans or aliens, or some other life forms in the physical universe.

The Purifiers encountered an enemy they had never expected this time.

Death Guard - corrupt knights from the benevolent father of Nurgle.

Since Mortarion betrayed the Father, the conflict between the Purifiers and the Corrupted has become increasingly acute among the Sons of Nurgle.

The Father seemed to have abandoned the balance between death and rebirth, and began to deliberately lean towards the Corrupted, no longer as harmonious as before.

This made the Purifiers very dissatisfied.

The Purifiers vowed to kill all the lives they met, but the Knights of Nurgle only wanted to spread the sick life of the Father, no matter how corrupt and blasphemous it was.

The Death Guard and his followers believed that Dortoria should be a dark, fertile garden, not a scorched, lifeless wasteland.

The Purifiers did not pay attention to this absurd idea at first.

They first set their sights on Dortoria's industrial center, which was constantly emitting black smoke. While slaughtering the plague infected by the Death Guard, they threw a large number of corpses and their own toxic mixture into the furnace of the factory.

The billowing black smoke could not be dispersed and was extremely toxic. Any creature that inhaled the poisonous smoke into its lungs would die painfully and become a rotting corpse.

Fortunately, the citizens of the Empire of Dotolia were moved into the safe zone of the Great North City by the priests of the State Church long before the arrival of Chaos, otherwise tens of thousands of people would have died in the moment when the poisonous smoke filled the air.

In just a few days, even the plants and insects in the city of Dotolia were withering and dying.

The World Purification Army watched their work succeed, and the city was completely transformed into a quiet pure land. This achievement undoubtedly confirmed their success.

In the following time, the World Purification Army worked harder to perfect their heretical works.

They continued to occupy more industrial furnaces in the city and release more poisonous smoke to achieve extreme pollution of the entire planet.

The air in Dotolia has long become unbreathable. Ordinary people only need to inhale one breath and their lungs will be completely necrotic.

Plague zombies wandered on the streets of the city, and the whole city turned into a city of corpses.

This move completely angered the Death Guards who were also in Dotolia.

They began to feel disgusted with their neighbors in the east of Dotolia, and as time went on, this disgust turned into resentment.

Finally, when the Purge began to clean up the plague zombies, it triggered the open hatred of the Death Guard.

The Death Guard even gave up the attack on the Imperial Fortress.

They took the initiative to shrink their defenses and gave up the battlefield of fighting with the aliens.

They gathered together and began to besiege the Purge's industrial castle, and even asked for help from other warbands.

Even the Iron Warriors, as long as they could help them attack the Purge's industrial castle, could still get the respect of the Death Guard.

This hatred is so deep.

Fierce infighting destroyed the unity of the Scions of Nurgle.

Both sides paid a high price for this resentment.

The fight between them intensified, and in just a few days, it developed from a small-scale conflict to a full-scale war.

Their fleets also fought each other.

No one knew who would win the final victory in this war.

Even Doom and the Slayer's aircraft, when passing by here, just watched and then ignored the stalemate between the Scions of Nurgle.

Abaddon was on the Vengeful Spirit, watching this scene from afar. He was satisfied. The Warmaster didn't care whether there was infighting or not, because the two had indeed turned Dotoria into a city ruin.

But his satisfaction did not last too long.

Because he found that Doom, the champion of the Second Legion, did not use his aircraft to assist the ground war this time, but boarded the boarding plane.

This abnormal behavior made Abaddon alert.

But as the vigilance rose, as if responding to him, a huge imperial beacon light pattern suddenly lit up inside the galaxy.

Then the sticky golden light expanded, and the entire Vigilant Star, and even the entire galaxy, was covered by this golden light.

Even the Vengeful Spirit was not spared. This flagship of the Black Legion was forced to apply a layer of loyal gold paint at this moment.

The body of the Vengeful Spirit, which was corroded by chaos, emitted wisps of black smoke, and the machine spirit roared angrily.

Under this strong light, even the battle on the ground battlefield was stagnant for a moment.

Everyone looked up at the sky unconsciously, wanting to get a glimpse of the source of the golden light.

Soon, they could no longer ignore the existence of the golden light, and a huge fleet also jumped into the galaxy at this time.

The saint with flaming wings spread out behind her floated on the black and green battleship, and the huge flag in her hand was the source of the light.

Abaddon's breathing paused for a moment. As Doom became more famous in the galaxy in recent years, his vehicle also became famous with him.

This black and green battleship is the flagship of the Destroyer - the Wrath of Destruction.

And this is just the beginning. Three other fleets of the same size have also jumped into the galaxy one after another.

The Wrath of Baal, the Heart of Glory, the Keeper of Secrets and their masters, Dante, Calgar, Azrael.

A huge fleet, a famous battleship, and a famous hero.

This fleet suddenly appeared in the galaxy in a way that Abaddon could not understand.

Even the Chaos Warmaster could feel the heavy weight of these heroes appearing together.

He clenched the magic sword in his hand.

"It's time to drink the blood of heroes." He fulfilled his promise to the magic sword.

The magic sword did not show any emotion, but trembled slightly.

The battle was about to begin.