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Chapter 207-14, Luo Jia's plan
Abaddon ended his communication with the World Reaper. The dark Warmaster stood at his most familiar position on the bridge, looking at the world under the observation vault with a cold and bloodthirsty expression.

Vigilance - This is a vast world, heavily guarded. Judging from the naval ships scattered around it and the many loyalist chapter symbols displayed on the ancient equipment interface, the Imperial Warmaster Dukel has indeed made this place indestructible.

As reported by the World-Taker.

All forces in the galaxy compete here, and even the savage aliens can sense the great value of this world through their instinctive sense of smell.

The only stable transit station at the northern end of the Nakmond Corridor on the alert planet is the only known gateway for the Empire to the dark side.

This crucial location determines that the Empire will face any threat here. The Empire will fight to the death and try to force humans to abandon the Alert Planet, unless the last Imperial soldier sheds the last drop of blood in his body.

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

He looked around the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, basking in its splendor.

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

These dried bloodstains are proof of history, some of which came from the abominable Emperor of Mankind, which foolish mortals call the blood of God, and more of which came from the Archangel Sanguinius.

I heard that the archangel who died here has returned?

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

He savored the memories of killing the Primarch Sanguinius, recalling them once again.

The Demon Sword Drachanian was annoyed behind him, revealing emotions of jealousy and anger.

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

The Vengeful Spirit could deploy Abaddon's army to the ground battlefield within an hour. This battleship was an undefeated god of war, a Glorious Queen-class battleship - his battleship.

After thousands of years, the baptism of the dark energy of the warp and pure hatred has made this glorious battleship even more powerful.

Abaddon has long since become one with this battleship, and he would rather die than give up his spirit of vengeance.

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

Abaddon was confident that his legion was extremely powerful and could easily defeat the weak Imperial Navy. However, the Vengeful Spirit of the Glorious Queen-class ship was like a wrestling match between a giant sword and a small knife compared to the Imperial Navy. The gap between them was so obvious.

He enjoyed the emotion that preceded victory.

Did my father Horus, like him, patiently savor his own expectations before launching a crucial attack on the Emperor's hypocritical kingdom?
Abaddon was sure he had, when, in the distant past, he had often been present himself to witness Horus' words and deeds.

But Horus failed.

Horus was too weak.

Terra would stand firm under his assault, but Vigilante would fall before Abaddon.

By then, the empire will be completely cut off, and the war with the empire will enter its final stage. By then, when his prey is weak and powerless, he will be able to kill it.

Maybe someone will come to stop him, like Warmaster Dukel?
It is true that Abaddon did not know much about this Imperial Warmaster from ten thousand years ago. It can even be said that this was the Primarch he knew least about. During the period when Duker was active, he was still ignorant. To him, this Warmaster was like a comet in the old night of the Empire, which passed a dazzling trajectory ten thousand years ago and then completely disappeared.

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

His past experiences had allowed him to see clearly the weakness hidden beneath those primarchs' seemingly glorious appearances.

Once you peel off this hypocritical veil, you'll find they are nothing.

The age of the Primarchs is over.

His time will come, soon.

As Abaddon's terrifying legions were deployed to the ground battlefield, Vigilante faced more challenges.

The main force of the Black Legion assisted the World Reaper's Legion and fought together with the orcs.

As soon as the Iron Warriors arrived at the Vigilance Planet, they sought out the Imperial Fists.

The World Eaters and Khorne demons wantonly vented their desire for bloodshed on the battlefield.

The Night Haunters slithered into the shadows of Vigilant, and just as they were about to spread fear across the planet, they were ambushed by the Genestealer Cult.

At the same time, as a magic circle in a temple on the Vigilance Star lit up, an unusual being descended into 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 is legendary. His name is Lorgar, the genetic father of the Word Bearers.

No one could have imagined that this great speaker would come to this world in person at this time.

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

"Sir, it's going very smoothly. The current progress has exceeded 50%. It will only take a week to complete it." The Word Bearer responded respectfully.

"How is the confidentiality?" Luo Jia asked again.

"No one knows, my lord. To this day, the Empire is completely unaware of our actions."

"Where is the Black Legion?" asked the Great Bearer again.

“They didn’t notice either.”

"Very good." The Great Speaker nodded, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
"The Blackstone Crown will change the polarity of a large number of needle-shaped blackstone beds 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 Primarch's encouragement, a hint of fanaticism appeared on the faces of the Word Bearers.

The Great Speaker looked at the Black Stone Demon Crown that was being built not far away, and a hint of anticipation flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.

Black stone is a unique mineral. As a mineral in the real universe, this mineral can actually calm the tides of the subspace, which makes people marvel at the wonders of the universe.

Each of Abaddon's Black Crusades was claimed to be a victory.

Many people scoffed at this statement.

But Luo Jia knew very well that this victory was real.

In fact, in the distant past, the Milky Way was torn apart by a great rift. It was the spires built by the Necrons using black stone that repaired the rift.

The purpose of each of Abaddon's expeditions was not to destroy the empire by force, but to destroy the Black Stone structures, introduce a large amount of ether energy into the physical universe, weaken the barrier between the two, and ultimately tear the entire physical universe apart.

However, the Blackstone Crown created by the Word Bearers can reverse the polarity of the Blackstone mineral and reverse the effect of calming the warp tides.

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

This result is crucial to the Great Bearer's next actions.

For this purpose, he came here in person and brought a large number of wizard conclaves 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 behind by death, floating endlessly in this temple, but could never find a pure land to return to, and eventually dissipated into dust in the wind.

His gaze was fixed towards the north of the planet, and the Great Bearer of Words threw his chips onto the chaotic gambling table of Vigilant Star.

And in the north of the Alert Star, a city called Datoria is also facing its own challenges at this moment.

The Purge warband's army has come in, and as believers in death, they suddenly find Datoria disgusting. The Purge believes that they must destroy all life forms in the galaxy.

Since their fall to Nurgle's arms, they have seen corrupted creatures with destructive powers, and endless streams of corrupted 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 through poison and disease.

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

Life always makes mistakes, which makes itself 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 and must be extinguished, no matter what the cost.

They followed the footsteps of the Black Crusade and came to Dottolia on the Vigilant Planet.

The World Purification Army is firmly carrying out their lofty wishes, just as they have done countless times before.

As in the past, they encountered resistance during the purification process.

But what is different from the past is that this time, those who resist their steps are not humans or aliens, or some other life forms in the physical universe.

This time, the World Purification Army encountered an enemy they had never expected.

Death Guard - corrupted knights from Father Nurgle.

Ever since Mortarion betrayed his father, the conflict between the Purifiers and the Corrupts among the descendants of Nurgle has become increasingly acute.

The loving father seemed to be tired of the balance between death and rebirth, and began to intentionally lean towards the corrupt faction, no longer as harmonious as before.

This made the World Purification Epidemic Army very dissatisfied.

The Purifiers vow to kill all life they encounter, but the Knights of Nurgle seek only to spread the morbid life of the Father, no matter how corrupt and profane it may be.

The Death Guard and his followers believe that Datoria should be a dark, fertile garden rather than a scorched, lifeless wasteland.

The World Purification and Epidemic Army initially ignored this absurd idea.

They first set their sights on the industrial center of Dotoria that was constantly emitting black smoke. While slaughtering the plague-infected people released by the Death Guard, they threw large numbers of corpses and their own poisonous mixture into the factory's furnace.

The billowing black smoke cannot be dispersed and is extremely toxic. Any creature that inhales the poisonous smoke into its lungs will die in pain and become a rotting corpse.

Fortunately, the citizens of Dotoria's Empire were moved into the safe zone of Giant North City by the state priests 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 Dottolia City were withering and dying.

The World Purification Army watched as their work was successful. The city was completely transformed into a quiet pure land. This achievement undoubtedly proved their success.

In the following period of time, the World Purification and Plague Army worked even harder to perfect their heretical works.

They continued to occupy more industrial furnaces in the city, releasing more toxic smoke to the point of extreme pollution of the entire planet.

The air in Datoria had long become unbreathable. If an ordinary person took a breath, their lungs would be completely necrotic.

Plague zombies were wandering in the streets of the city, and the entire city turned into a city of zombies.

This action completely angered the Death Guard who were also in Datoria.

They began to dislike their neighbors to the east of Datoria, and over time, that dislike turned to resentment.

Finally, when the Scourge began clearing out the plague walkers, it led to open hatred from the Death Guard.

The Death Guard even gave up their attack on the Imperial fortress.

They took the initiative to shrink their defense lines and gave up the battlefield where they were fighting the aliens.

They gathered together and began to besiege the industrial castle of the World Cleansing Army, and they even asked for help from other warbands.

Even the Iron Warriors can still gain the respect of the Death Guard as long as they can assist them in attacking the Plague Army's industrial castle.

This hatred is so deep.

Fierce infighting destroyed the unity of the children 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 into a full-scale war.

Their fleets also fought each other.

No one knows who will win the final victory in this war.

Even Doom and the Slayer's aircraft, when passing by here, just took a look and then ignored the stalemate between the children of Nurgle.

Abaddon was on the Vengeful Spirit, watching this scene from afar, and he was very satisfied. The Warmaster didn't care if there was infighting, because the two had indeed turned Datoria into a city of ruins.

But his contentment did not last long.

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

This abnormal behavior made Abaddon alert.

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

Then the sticky golden light expanded, covering the entire Alert Star, and even the entire galaxy.

Even the Spirit of Vengeance was not spared. The flagship of the Black Legion was forced to apply a layer of loyal gold paint.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from the chaos-corroded body of the Spirit of Vengeance, and the machine spirit was roaring in anger.

Under this strong light, even the fighting on the ground battlefield came to a halt for a moment.

Everyone unconsciously looked up at the sky, trying 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 interior of the galaxy at this time.

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

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

This black and green battleship is the Doom Slayer's flagship - the Wrath of Destruction.

And this was just the beginning. Three other fleets of the same size also moved into the galaxy one after another.

The Wrath of Baal, the Heart of Glory, the Keeper of Secrets and their masters, Dante, Calgar, Azrael.
An enormous fleet, famous warships, and renowned heroes.

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

Even the Chaos Warmaster could feel the heavy weight brought by the appearance of these heroes together.

He clenched the magic sword in his hand.

"The time has come to drink the blood of heroes." He fulfilled his promise to the magic sword.

The magic sword showed no emotion, just trembling slightly.

The war is about to start.

(End of this chapter)