Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 236:43, Horus and his four companions.

Asmodai has proven his talent in interrogation. Even if the target of the interrogation is a crazy and chaotic cultist, he can obtain highly credible intelligence in just a few days.

"Lord Efilar, Abaddon is still on the Spirit of Vengeance. The battle on Vigilant Planet brought his dark army to the brink of collapse. The great demons believe that he is an incompetent commander. It was his weakness that led to the defeat of Vigilant Planet. Therefore, he does not have many supporters around him at present. Only a small number of the black army's followers are carried on the Spirit of Vengeance."

In the headquarters office, Asmodai reported the intelligence he had obtained to Efilar.

After telling all the information he had learned, Asmodai paused and then suggested,
"Sir, given the current situation, I believe that as long as our attack is swift and powerful enough, we can directly attack the Spirit of Vengeance, cut off the head of the Dark Warmaster Abaddon, and then evacuate safely before the Chaos forces in the Warp react."

Efilar nodded, "This is indeed feasible. With our current strength, we are able to raid the Spirit of Vengeance and utterly kill the Dark Warmaster."

The words of the two drew a chorus of agreement. Every loyal soldier had fantasized that one day he would be able to execute the Dark Warmaster with his own hands, chop off his head, and gain immortal merit for the Emperor and the Empire.

Now, with such a golden opportunity right before their eyes, how could they not be tempted?

For a long time, Abaddon has been the most troublesome enemy of the Empire.

The Dark Warmaster launched a total of thirteen Black Crusades against the Empire.

The previous Black Crusades had little effect. Although they caused huge casualties, they were not enough to cause serious damage to the empire.

But in the twelfth war, in the Gothic Sector, Abaddon took the Blackstone Fortress and destroyed many galaxies with the help of its power.

During the 13th Crusade, the Cadian Gate was captured, leaving a curse trail across the galaxy.

And in these wars, the name Abaddon also has his own unique meaning - as long as the Dark Warmaster exists, it means that he has the ability to unify the chaotic and disordered demons.

Under his leadership, the demons who do not know what unity is will gather into a terrifying wave of chaos, striking the vital points of the empire again and again until humanity is destroyed because of him.

No loyalist could tolerate the Dark Warmaster's presence in the galaxy for even a minute.

Without much thought, Efilar and many officials of the command center made up their minds to personally put an end to this traitor who had been a headache for the empire for ten thousand years.

If he could present Abaddon's head to Dukel, it would be a glory that would be passed down through the generations.

And in the subspace, huge evil torrents are surging.

In fact, it was no coincidence that Ephilar was able to discover Abaddon's traces.

The Emperor declared war on the Gods in the Warp. This Eternal Emperor of Mankind single-handedly dragged the Gods into the eternal battlefield.

To this day, the Four Gods can only devote a small portion of their energy to interfering with the material universe and the spiritual realm.

Their control is no longer as strong as before.

In contrast, the threat posed by Duker is increasing day by day.

Imperial Warmaster Dukel and his crazy virtual world plan are like a huge mouth of the abyss that can never be filled, swallowing up everything in the warp.

Moreover, his plan is still expanding, with great progress being made every day. This imperial warmaster is unifying the entire human empire with an absolutely strong iron fist.

All betrayers will be destroyed, and under his will, humanity is freeing itself from the blood of murder and betrayal.

The human will is gathered together again and is being pulled by madness. The trauma caused by the virtual world to the subspace is becoming increasingly profound.

Such a result frightened the gods. If left unchecked, all great beings could foresee what a terrible ending it would be.

Therefore, when the Dark Warmaster Abaddon was defeated, the gods did not bring down the punishment he expected.

On the contrary, the demons under the command of the Four Gods are all rushing towards the Spirit of Vengeance.

More and more great demons joined the Black Crusade. They whipped the demons, quieted the noisy demon groups, and maintained basic order.

However, in the consciousness of low-level demons, there is no concept of obedience.

Even though they might be killed directly by the big demon, they are still in a mess, indulging in the desire for destruction all day long.

In addition, a large number of Chaos fleets are also on the way. In addition to the old-model Imperial warships of the Chaos warbands, there are also a large number of alien ships that are dragged into the warp.

Plague Ark, Bloodthirsty Warship, and other huge Chaos warships are crossing the void. Even those demon forge worlds are continuously transporting various terrible demon engines.

When Abaddon's Vengeful Spirit received these support messages, the Dark Warmaster completely got rid of the shadow of failure. He was full of energy again, and a bloodthirsty and ruthless smile appeared on his face.

With the support of these armies, he will embark on the Fourteenth Dark Crusade, which will be an unprecedented wave of terror.

This time, Abaddon was determined to completely destroy the corrupt empire.

The Warp is an ocean formed by the convergence of souls' thoughts, eternal and boundless.

Countless great civilizations have tried to understand it, analyze its secrets, and gain the power to rule over everything from it.

From the elusive ancient saints, to the elegant and gorgeous elves, to today's humans.

The overlords of the galaxy have replaced each other in succession, but no civilization has ever been able to succeed. No matter how great the race is, no one has ever truly glimpsed the nature of the subspace.

No one knows where those beings in the warp that are older than the gods are hiding.

Some people call this mysterious place that runs parallel to the material realm heaven or the highest heaven.

All living things depend on the Warp for their existence, but they are also afraid of it.

But at this moment, a not-so-large ship was sailing leisurely in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Like a small boat on the raging sea, it moves through the storm but is never in danger of capsizing.

It shuttled through the dark yet colorful Warp. The violent Warp storms and the looming hideous demons just hovered around the ship and then shrank back.

It was as if the interior of this inconspicuous ship carried a being more evil and dangerous than them.

Plasma flames ejected from the rear of the battleship, providing it with tremendous power.

At the front of the ship, there is a carving of an uncontaminated human skull.

"Everything will come to an end." On the deck of the ship, Horus stood there, looking at the mysterious depths of the Warp without any hesitation.

This action was extremely dangerous for mortals, but it did not waver Horus in the slightest.

"I open the future, and that door will be left in the past."

When Horus' companions asked him if he really wanted to open the Moloch Gate, Horus answered their confusion in this way.

Such an answer made them laugh out loud. Even the tall and majestic Primarch was no different from mortals in this respect. He always liked to make some mysterious innuendos to make the matter easier to understand.

Horus did not understand the jokes of his companions, but he did not try to stop them. He did not care when his friends made fun of him.

It is very easy to gain Horus' trust. The Primarch does not care about the other party's status. As long as he recognizes that the other party is qualified to be his companion, then the other party will become his companion.

Horus was always very tolerant of his recognized companions. "The future of the galaxy is more important to me than to myself, my friends." Horus said.

Along with the roar of the ship's engines, the energy field rubbed against the subspace storm, making a huge wailing sound.

Horus turned his head and looked at his companions.
"I want to see the future, not the future that will happen, but the future that I change with my own hands. The empire is old and exhausted, but it will be great again. Dukel has raised his flag, and mankind is once again powerful and influential in the universe. The power of mankind has once again gathered together, but I must stop him."

"I cannot watch helplessly as the hope people pursue leads them into the ruins of destruction. I will restore this universe to life instead of leaving it empty. The glory of mankind will be completely restored and become even more glorious. Then I will see it all happen in its entirety."

Horus' emotions were sincere and what he said came from his heart. In fact, no matter where he was, his love for humanity and the Empire was no less than that of anyone else.

But his companions seemed to have their own pursuits.

"As long as we can fight!!!" Horus' second companion roared angrily.

The other three companions ignored this stupid guy.

They imitated Horus and looked out over the Sea of ​​Souls without hesitation, just as people can imitate their own examples out of respect.

Contrary to common people's expectations, they looked directly at the subspace but did not suffer any harm. Even in their common gaze, the sea of ​​souls in front of them was gradually calming down, as if it was afraid of something.

They looked at it quietly, and in front of them and Horus, there seemed to be an illusion, as if everything Horus had imagined was happening in reality.

Pale, morbid thunder streaked across the storm in the highest sky. After a loud bang, there was endless silence again.

"Horus, do you see that? They are chanting your name and praising your great deeds!"

The fourth of Horus' companions, staring at the brilliant vision, called out in her silvery voice.

"Yes, I saw it too." Horus said. He was still looking at the Sea of ​​Souls, but everything that happened in the vision still made his heart surge.

"They love you, Horus. Everything you did was right, and they love you!"

The first companion shouted the same to him, and as the cry rang out, Horus heard a wave of adulation, a sound loud enough to swallow up the tsunami of the sea of ​​souls.

"But they do not know me." Horus said modestly.

"No matter what, they all loved you deeply, and you saved them."

The first companion continued to respond. He was very smart and every word he said was carefully considered.

Horus laughed happily when he heard this.

"Come, Horus, look at these people who are full of vitality, how abundant and prosperous they are, and how happy they are! These are all brought to them by you!"

The third companion said with a smile, and the other three companions were also infected by his joy and led Horus into the shadow of the belly of the ship.

"What a beautiful sight," Horus exclaimed.

"It's so beautiful." The fourth companion echoed him.

The second one held the axe and said nothing, but still looked angry.

Horus looked at them. These were the brothers he had met after he set out to Moloch's Gate to seek wealth for his cloned brothers, the warriors who had followed him along the way.

What surprised him was that these four people had told him their names, but he could never remember them.

He had tried many times, but each time he quickly forgot.

Until now, he was a little embarrassed to ask their names.

The first one is a scholar in a light blue robe. He has a sarcastic temperament and likes to write and draw on books with a feather pen. His eyes seem to always be calculating against others.

Horus met him in a legendary world representing destiny, and exchanged nine priceless crystals for his assistance.

The second was an ugly warrior, wearing blood-red armor, with a collapsed nose as if he had been punched hard, and his body was covered with scars as if he had been abused, and this man's heart was always burning with anger.

Horus fought with him on a blood-red planet, and after eight days and eight nights of duel, he finally won the other's recognition.

The third one is a fat wandering merchant. He weighs much more than the other three combined, but underneath his heavy body is a heart that is always happy.

This wandering trader also possessed extraordinary abilities and preferred antiques that had gone through the ages. Horus met him in the world of the dead and obtained his loyalty with seven rusty green gold coins.

Just as Horus was thinking.

The fourth companion interrupted his thoughts, and he felt a pair of slender and smooth hands sliding into his hands.

"Horus." This was a beautiful person wearing a purple veil. Her beauty was beyond her gender. At this moment, she chanted the name of the Primarch in a hoarse and seductive voice.
"I and they all admire you, you are our hero!"

Horus became numb at this moment. He stared at the other person's dreamy and beautiful face in a trance. He saw the other person's face shining with brilliance, her hair was braided into a perfect shape, and her eyes were shining with joy.

Horus turned his head away, forcing himself not to look directly at the other person.

Horus and his four companions continued to immerse themselves in the beautiful vision of the future, but at this moment, thousands of discordant golden lights suddenly pierced into the vision.

Horus narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and his companions shrank back at this moment, behaving like a group of children who were caught doing something wrong.

Horus did not blame them for their miserable appearance. In this golden light, even he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, let alone his companions.

They pulled away from the illusion.

Is this the future? Something seems wrong?
Horus instinctively felt a sense of disharmony, but he couldn't express it, let alone figure out what it was.

"Horus, I sense a calling." Suddenly, the scholar in blue robes said to him.

"What is that?" the Primarch inquired.

"Tens of millions of powerful surges, in the depths of the Sea of ​​Souls, they all converge in the same direction. That is where Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is. The Black Legion is calling them."

The scholar answered honestly.

"Horus, I remember you once mentioned that Abaddon was your most trusted son. Don't you want to meet him again after such a long separation?" The beautiful woman at the side said at the right moment, her voice as pleasant as ever.

Did I mention this? Horus frowned.

But he didn't care too much, because he often forgot things recently, for example, he couldn't even remember the names of these four people.

"He's not now," he replied coldly.

But after thinking for a moment, he continued, "I should go meet him. I need to get my weapon back, as well as the Spirit of Vengeance."

"fighting!!!"

The second companion, the ugly red-armored warrior shouted.

(End of this chapter)