Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Traces of explosive bombs still remain on the walls, single holes deep into the foundation are embedded in the surface, and blackened explosion scorch marks are forever imprinted on the ground. Just like the entire hall, the status quo will always be maintained.

People always say that time in some areas on the Vengeful Spirit seems to have been frozen, and it is exactly the same ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later. This is not only describing the antiquity of this battleship, but also describing the objective facts.

This battleship is full of past memories. No matter how you want to erase them, they are still destined to become a part of this battleship, tightly connected to it, and will be remembered forever just like human thoughts. .

And here, this is undoubtedly the oldest place on the entire battleship, at least in Abaddon's mind. He stood in this empty hall and looked around at the dark halls.

In front of him, there was a huge crack deep into the ground, and on the other side there was another one. They were wide and deep, splitting the steel ground and leaving a permanent mark on the surroundings.

He leaned down and touched the boundary of the steel crack. Some energy he had left there beat with the fingers of Warmaster of Destruction, "Do you know where this place is?"

Xerxos walked out of the shadows at the edge, behind him at the dark door, where Abaddon's Terminator guards stood silently, a vicious red light shining under their ivory helmets.

"I think I know, Warmaster, former Warmaster" "Horus died here, he fell here, killed by the Corpse Emperor, I remember everything that happened that day, I was there."

Horus said, pointing to a place in the hall, and Xerxos also looked over, "I stood there and saw his failure with my own eyes, Horus."

He said the name again, kneeling on the ground, staring at the gap, as if it would come alive, "Everything about him ended here, he failed, his rebellion, his resistance, his Everything, knocked down like a cowardly loser.”

"He is lucky. We, however, survived with the shame of his failure. Xerxos, weak Horus, small Horus."

Abaddon said coldly, his voice like cold iron, "Do you know why I came back here? Xerxos, why did I come here?"

"No, sir, I don't know." "Then remember, I am here to remember the failure of the past, the failure of Horus, and I, the real Warmaster, will not let this ship go again. Another place like this appears.”

Abaddon's voice was filled with anger instantly, and the raging anger that always enveloped him burned. Xerxos couldn't help but take a step back in fear, but relied on his strong psychological quality to stand still.

"My lord," he responded, "You have brought news of failure. Once again, you have failed me, Threxos, have you not?" Abaddon asked with cold fury, without standing up. But he seemed to be taller than everything here, and a ball of anger ignited from him, illuminating everything around him.

That is the twisted power of subspace. Xersos looked at the rising vortex of subspace power. The admiral of the black fleet took a deep breath and took a few steps forward with courage. "Yes, Warmaster, you need Listen."

Abaddon stood up instantly, turned around, and strode up to Serksos. On the top of the steely black mountains, a pair of terrifying blood-red eyes stared at him.

Abaddon breathed deeply, and the hot breath like hellfire blew on Threxos' face, but he still looked up at Abaddon's face fearlessly.

"You have let me down again, Serksos, how many times has this been? You know what it will be like if you let me down too many times." Abaddon said threateningly, with the power on his right arm The claw moved, and Serksos stared at the claw, and then looked into his eyes.

"No, Warmaster, it is not my business." "Whose is it? Who wants to disappoint me?" "Huron, my lord." "Oh our pirate lord."

Abaddon said sarcastically, "I asked him to imprison Guilliman, but he failed. He played a little trick with the Four Gods behind my back and failed. And this time, he failed again. Threxos, tell me." , how should we treat losers?”

Abaddon's words turned into terrible anger at the end, as if he wanted to burn everything and burn everything. Xerxos looked up at those blood-red eyes, "This time it was also Guilliman's fault, Warmaster, Huron Claiming that Guilliman appeared near the Great Rift and defeated him with several times the force."

"Vitor once won the Battle of Terra with a quarter of his force. Tell me, Threxos, what did he face then?" "You, Warmaster." "I am better than Guilliman. Want to be weak?"

Serksos looked at those blood-red eyes and tried hard to think of an answer that would not lead to death. Finally, he lowered his head and said, "No, Warmaster, you are not weaker than him."

"Then tell me, is there a suitable reason for Huron's failure?" He growled, "No, Warmaster, he failed, that's all." "Yes, he failed."

Abaddon growled and raised his head. He looked down at Sirksos, who faced the powerful pressure of the four chosen gods. Abaddon spoke again after a moment, "Deprive him of his fleet, Sirks Soth, strip him of command of his warband and send him back to his maelstrom to lick his wounds, a loser, unworthy of being in my service."

"As you command, Warmaster." "And I will correct his mistakes. Huron was defeated twice by Guilliman, and I, not Huron, will correct that mistake."

Horus slowly drew out the magic sword. His ferocious eyes were fixed on the holy sword of chaos. A powerful force gathered on the blade. He stared at it, "He once made a mistake thousands of years ago. Fulgrim survived because of his weakness and arrogance. He should have killed him then, but he failed, just like Huron."

"And you, Threxos, failed once again with Markura, and you brought him back to life." Abaddon said, and suddenly grabbed Threxos by the throat without warning, and he pulled the black The fleet lifted up.

Xerxos's face was ashen, and he clasped his fingers on the iron claw and tried to move it away, but it didn't move. Abaddon slowly tightened his fingers, making him unable to breathe.

"You have let me down many times, Thraxos, too many times. Like them, should I correct this mistake?" Abaddon's blood-red eyes stared at Thraxos. Over the years, Thraxos has already He truly understands what it means to accompany a king like a tiger, and faces Abaddon's eternal anger since he became Warmaster.

When he gets provoked, and if you happen to be in his presence at the time, you'd better do something immediately, before he puts an end to your name, and Thraxos knows this.

"Marshal, Guilliman went to find him. They were together on Victoria Planet." Serksos roared while holding his breath, his voice was small and weak, and his voice gradually trembled on his purple face.

But his bet was right. Abaddon suddenly let go of him, causing the admiral of the Black Legion to fall to the ground. He knelt on the ground, holding his throat and coughing violently.

Abaddon looked down at him, the wound on his chest that could not be healed aching. In the stinging pain, the anger of the Warmaster of Destruction filled his chest. Although he raised his head and smiled lowly, "Well done, Threxos." , you saved your life again, I will keep you alive and lead the black fleet."

"Thank you, Lord Warmaster." "But." Abaddon said. Suddenly, his Chaos Demon Sword, the sword capable of killing gods, was placed on the shoulders of Serksos.

"If you succeed, I will crown you and I will make you the Naval Commander of all the Legions of Chaos." "I am grateful, my lord." "But if you fail again."

As Abaddon spoke, he suddenly raised his sword and slashed a line across Serksos' face. Blood instantly spurted out on the ground. The black admiral roared in pain and covered half of his bleeding face, "Now Let you remember the consequences of failure, Xerxos, you have let me down too many times, and once again, it will not be just your face that sheds blood."

Seksos covered the wound on his face and looked up. Abaddon stood there looking down at him, his eyes red, but Seksos was in pain from the wounds caused by the magic sword on his face, caused by the power of chaos. The pain seemed to tear him apart, and he breathed deeply, a ball of anger igniting in his heart.

He looked up at Abaddon. This "Warmaster of Hundreds of Wars" was filled with anger, but he did not dare to speak. Faced with this huge disparity in strength, Serksos could only endure it, let alone the Terminator guards behind him.

"As you command, my lord." Xersos covered the wound on his face and buried his head, blood dripping on the ground. Astartes' extraordinary physique should have healed the wound, but it did not, and the blood dripped in severe pain. in front of him.

The blood dropped on the scattered blood on the ground, and the blood rippled, but suddenly, when the next drop of blood dropped, the blood suddenly solidified in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed. The surface reflects the holy golden light.

The corner of Sexos's eyes was attracted by the light. He looked over. Horus and his guards also looked in that direction. On one side of the hall, a crystal statue appeared between the two cracks. The statue is composed of multiple crystals, each of which shines with a different luster on the surface.

Different lights are projected to different places, but they are all holy and sacred, exuding dazzling light and illuminating everything around them.

A pair of huge wings closed behind it. Under the blurred outline of the crystal, a face with closed eyes was frozen in it. Under his head, three gems flashed in the crystal. The leader was the Eye of Terra. The eyes emit a completely different light from the same eyes on Abaddon.

When Abaddon saw the crystal statue, he roared in pain under the light released. He took several steps back and hid in the darkness, as if he was afraid of the light.

His guards rushed in, but they all stopped in front of the light without exception. None of them wearing Terminator armor dared to look directly at the light, touch it, and let it shine on their black armor. on, as if it would kill them and burn their shells.

But there was one exception. There was only one person, and that was Xerxos. He knelt in front of the crystal statue, the holy light shone on his face, and the anger caused by the pain was swept away in his eyes. It was as if the night had been driven away by dawn, and after that, Serksos noticed that the wounds on his face no longer hurt.

He looked at the face in the crystal. There was no pain, no resentment, and no inner darkness. For a moment, he felt an unprecedented feeling.

Abaddon looked at him, Threxos looked at the statue, and the Warmaster stared at him. After noticing that the wounds on his face were no longer dripping blood, he glared at the crystal statue, then turned around and left angrily, "Don't let that happen. I'm disappointed, Xerxos."

Abaddon left and led his people away, while Xerxos knelt in front of the statue, his eyes flashing. After a moment, he stood up and stepped over the blood on the ground towards the crystal statue, and came to him in front of.

The black armor on his body was illuminated by golden light. On the chest of the armor, the light penetrated the surface around the black eyes. The area around the Eye of Terra began to react. Black fragments flew around, and the lower part was exposed. Out of white armor.

The shattered black armor only lasted until around the eyes. It stopped, but the light also completely illuminated Serksos' face. He walked from the shadows into the light and stood in front of the face under the crystal. , staring at the face among them.

"I know what to do, sir." He said to the face in the crystal, every word, sonorously and forcefully, and on his face, the wound left by the magic blade healed.