Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Abaddon did not escape at all. He came to an empty metal space, let himself and Typhons and Thorax's men set up defenses, and then waited quietly.

In Abaddon's opinion, this area was far more bizarre than any other place on the Iron Planet.

This should be a giant warehouse with two platforms two kilometers apart.

The iron planet seems to be absorbing minerals from other planets in the Cadia system so that it can be used to repair another severely damaged iron planet.

When a large amount of ore is transported in along the pipeline on the left side of the warehouse, the distance between the platforms will suddenly shorten to the connecting distance, and then a huge number of transport drones will appear on the opposite platform, flying over to transport the ore. Go to the platform opposite.

When the ore was transported, the platform on the opposite side moved away, and the distance became two kilometers again.

It's as if someone keeps taking away and putting back the two-kilometer gap, and the entire space has been modified.

It was difficult for Abaddon to describe the abstract scene he saw in words. He looked ten kilometers above the sky, where a luminous device was hanging from the metal ceiling.

When the distance between the two platforms is shortened, the device will glow, and when the distance between the platforms is restored, the device will dim.

"Their space technology eliminates the trouble of building roads. Gee, it's really eye-opening." Thorax analyzed.

Upon hearing this analysis, Abaddon first looked at Typhons, and then looked at Thorax in surprise, realizing that the speaker was the leader of the Oathbreaker warband.

"Are you wearing the Butcher's Nails or the Scholar's Nails in your head?" Abaddon asked.

"This has nothing to do with the nails." Thorax raised his hand and pointed to his head. "The Butcher's Nail is just a tool. The wise control it, and the fool is controlled by it."

"Ha." Abaddon smiled disdainfully and turned his head to continue staring in the direction where the enemy might appear.

Abaddon felt that Thorax was talking nonsense. The Butcher's Nail would replace brain tissue. No matter whether a wise man or a fool, he would have the same virtue as long as he had it.

But Thorax also had the Butcher's Nail, so why he wasn't controlled by the Nail is indeed a question.

"They are coming." Typhons reminded everyone, holding the scythe tightly.

Abaddon looked at the platform opposite. A group of ancient space warriors, an inquisitor, a praetorian guard, and a group of mortal soldiers walked onto the platform.

The device overhead has not yet lit up, the platform has not yet been docked, and the two sides are two kilometers apart.

Thorax's breathing became rapid and heavy, and he held the chain ax tightly with one hand.

The Butcher's Nail in his head was activated, and Thorax was very motivated to fight. His subordinates reacted more violently than him, scratching their heads and scratching their heads anxiously because they had not received the battle order, and kept chopping the ground with axes to express their anger. meaning.

One of Thorax's men was armed with a bolter. He immediately opened fire on the opposite side, but after the bolt penetrated the chamber, it continued to fly between the two platforms until the fuel propelling the bolt was exhausted. It didn't fly even a hundred meters.

It is obvious that the space between the two platforms is unstable. The overhead device not only intermittently shortens the space, but also makes the space confusing and easy to modify.

Abaddon did not order a battle, but turned around and ordered his adjutant: "Place the beacon."

The reason why he chose to start the battle on a vast platform was not because Abaddon happened to run here, but because he wanted to gather more troops here.

This is why Thorax did not rush forward, he was waiting for Abaddon to execute his strategy.

After the beacon was placed, lights appeared one after another behind Abaddon, and more than 540 Space Marines were transmitted one after another, and then the mortal servants of the Oathbreaker warband.

These mortal servants have mutated axe-like arms and are known to the Empire as Flesh Tearers.

"Prepare for war!" Abaddon shouted loudly, raising his magic sword with both hands.

The Chaos Space Marines and mortal servants behind Abaddon roared with war cries, eager to fight.

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"We need reinforcements." Greyfax said, staring at the enemy opposite.

Gray immediately established communication and asked Creed on Cadia for help, asking him to help arrange for some Space Marines to come over.

Gray didn't want Iron Man coming, considering the presence of the Inquisitor.

Creed sent a request to all Space Marine Chapters and received responses quickly.

"The Weeper Chapter is already preparing to teleport, and the Space Wolves are also preparing to teleport." Creed said, "But the other chapters are unwilling to use Talon's teleportation technology, but they are willing to support and have already gone over in a strike cruiser. "

Gray awkwardly relayed Creed's response to the others.

"It doesn't make sense?" Captain Gaius was very confused. "The teleportation technology you use looks very scientific, how come they don't use it?"

"I won't use teleportation technology with unknown paths. If something goes wrong, the whole group will be wiped out and no bones will be left." Greyfax said.

"Unknown origin? How can there be teleportation technology with unknown origin? Why has this more advanced science and technology not been promoted and applied?" Gaius was even more confused.

Gray couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Gaius and said, "Times have changed..."

Some rifts opened up behind Gaius, and Chapter Master Foros appeared leading the Lamenters who could escape from the battle, seventy-two in total.

The battle rages on on the surface of Cadia and the moon, and the Lamenters have their hands full.

Then Swain showed up with fifty Space Wolves Space Marines.

These Space Wolves Space Marines have just finished a battle. Their appearance is very different from that of normal Space Marines. They look like werewolves from horror stories.

Several of the werewolves were covered in blood, with fragments of ceramic steel and flesh and blood between their fingernails. Their fingernails were still dripping with blood when they were teleported out of the dimension.

Greyfax stared at the Space Wolves, because these guys seemed to be a bit heretical.

In addition, Greyfax also realized that these Space Wolves were willing to use Talon teleportation technology to come here because they must have felt that the Talon people could deal with them in the previous war.

In addition to the Lamenters and Space Wolves, another Eldar teleported out.

It was Thrall, who had been assigned by the Eldar prophet to deal with the Blackstone Fortress. He was wearing a tailor-made Tyron Army power armor, disguising himself as a human.

"Revenge!" Thrall shouted loudly as he pulled out the wraith bone sword. Then he realized that he was shouting revenge in the Eldar language, and turned around to look at the Space Marines.

The Space Marines gave Thrall a confused look, but there were more important things going on right now, so no one paid attention to it.

"Who can tell me what era we are in now?" Sven looked at Gaius and the others, "Did you encounter a storm when you set sail and got lost until now?"

"It's a long story." Gaius planned to explain it after the war.

Buzz——

The space device roared, and the two platforms two kilometers apart instantly connected.

The two sides, who were ready for battle, also began to exchange fire.

Gray rushed forward at the beginning of the battle, preparing to find an opportunity to stab Abaddon or crush Abaddon to death with his gravity shield.

But there was someone faster than him.

Just as Gray was nimbly weaving between bombs, he suddenly saw a group of flaming Space Marines appearing directly in front of him.

These Space Marines appear suddenly, as silently as ghosts.