Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 414 Abaddon: Found it, the fleet is setting off!

In the hall.

Ghosts were flying everywhere, screaming shrilly.

"I call upon your divine name, the ever-changing eternity, and pray that you will grant me an answer..."

The pupils of the great wizard Zarafis were covered with a white film, and he chanted complex forbidden spells, praying for guidance from the omniscient and omnipotent one.

I hope that the Lord of All Changes can give me insight and wisdom.

Abaddon stood on the steps and watched this scene, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He hated the unpredictable evil god, but had to rely on his power and figure out whether the answers he got contained traps.

Accompanied by a spell.

A magic circle appeared on the ground, and a dark blue chaos column rose from it. Many blind wizards were tied up with rune chains, struggling and mumbling.

"Ah, I saw into the future and heard an answer..."

Zaraphis listened attentively, searching for passages to interpret from the complex and crazy ravings: "The Legion of Terror is in the star cluster to the north, hidden in the storm of destruction.

The god they worship is Diablo, a new evil god. Who is he?
Um? ! "

The wizard squinted his eyes and listened to the answer, but he got more questions, as if a certain existence couldn't find the answer either.

It's sizzling!

Violent screams were heard, and the blind wizards struggled violently. Thick foul fluid flowed from their mouths and noses. They died one after another, and some of their heads exploded directly.

The ever-changing eternal being seemed to have encountered something, and the connection was severed in anger.

The witchcraft circle was forced to interrupt.

"No!"

Zarafis was also attacked by the wrath of that being, and was knocked flying and hit the rusty wall of the hall.

What's more troublesome is that countless rotten arms stretched out from the void of the abyss, tightly grabbing the great wizard, as if trying to drag him into the unknown depths.

"What tricks is that Chaos Liar playing again?!"

Abaddon stepped down, and the claws of Horus burst into flames, destroying all the evil spirits and grabbing the great wizard.

His red pupils were full of coldness: "You, did you find out anything?"

Zarafis took a breath and replied tremblingly:
"Something went wrong with the magic circle. The Lord of All-Knowledge didn't like my question and didn't give me an answer about Diablo. Fortunately, I found the location of the Legion of Terror..."

"He is just an unknown Chaos God. He doesn't pose much of a threat. Perhaps he is just a fictional existence. Don't pay any attention to him."

Abaddon didn't pay much attention to it.

There are too many evil gods in the subspace, and not many of them are worthy of praise.

He only cares about what happens in the galaxy, and has little respect for the Chaos Gods, viewing them as a force to be harnessed.

As for the Legion of Dread, it is just a small new force and cannot even be ranked among its enemies.

The reason why this Chaos Warmaster wanted to crush the Legion of Terror was not only because he was too arrogant, but also because he wanted to vent the anger that had been suppressed for some time.

Abaddon looked at the area of ​​the star map given by Zaraphis.

It was an area ravaged by Warp storms. I didn't expect that the Dread Legion, like the despicable, weak, and hiding Chaos Pirates, liked to hide in such a barren and complex place.

It's not easy to find the other party's base in that kind of place.

Suddenly, he thought of something and his interest grew.

The Legion of Dread can obtain so many resources in the Barrens. I'm afraid there are more secrets hidden behind it. They may have discovered some ancient treasure.

Or some unknown rich galaxy.

If the Black Legion could obtain them, perhaps the current predicament could be alleviated.

As for the dark forging technology mastered by the Legion of Terror, it is no different from that of the Black Legion, except that it is a little more fancy.

What a waste of resources!

"And you, my prophet of prophecy, what answer did you get?"

Abaddon looked at another prophet, the Chaos Seer Moriana, and his cold gaze softened.

Due to Tzeentch's capricious nature.

When he was seeking answers to prophecies, he always liked to ask another prophet to verify the answers he got from the Lord of Change.

Moriana held a black staff that looked like a dead branch, and the spiritual energy wrapped around her body gradually dissipated.

She conjured up a star map and pointed to an area: "They are here, but fate tells me that there are risks there..."

Abaddon frowned after hearing this.

The prophet narrowed the scope, but the area was still too vast, probably the size of several star regions, and with the influence of the warp storm, it would probably take more time.

To find each other.

As for the risks, there must be many crises in the storm area, but in the eyes of the Black Legion, that is just commonplace.

He sighed and said, "Are there no more detailed coordinates?"

"Master Zhan... Master Zhan, maybe I have found the specific coordinates."

Suddenly, Tzeentch's adjutant hesitated for a moment, then said:

"In the previous recruitment video, the Dread Legion provided the specific coordinates and route map..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the dark mechanical creature on the ground.

At some point, the broken dark mechanical creatures on the ground flickered again and projected the image again.

However, the machine seemed to be damaged and in chaos, with virtual images constantly switching:

The passionate embrace picture of Chaos Warmaster and hermaphrodite commander, the majestic recruitment picture of Dread Warrior, the coordinate map of Dread Legion, etc.

Everyone saw it clearly.

The Chaos Warmaster and the Hermaphrodite Commander... The coordinate star map was very detailed, giving the specific sailing route and the dangerous areas that might be encountered along the way.

It is very thoughtful.

These coordinates almost coincide with the area in the prophecy, which is a mockery of the Chaos Warmaster's previous pursuit of the prophecy.

The virtual images switched, and from time to time some blushing dubbing was heard.

The area at the back of the hall.

A certain Slaanesh commander shrank his body and quietly cast his gaze towards the tall figure of the Chaos Warmaster. His handsome face with heavy makeup faintly conveyed a hint of expectation.

He hoped that the person in the virtual image was himself.

Then, the guy quickly lowered his head and returned to his normal expression, fearing that his actions would be discovered by the Chaos Warmaster.

The hall fell silent.

But everyone could feel the drop in temperature, and the suppressed anger.

"Adjutant, did you write down the star map?"

Abaddon took a deep breath and a gloomy and hoarse voice came out.

"I've made a note of it."

The lieutenant of Jianqi didn't even dare to look up at his master. He regretted his previous reminder. He should have pretended that he knew nothing.

Let the Lord discover all this himself.

"Then go ahead and prepare. I hope to see a complete plan for the crusade."

Abaddon seemed to be unconcerned as he casually smashed the dark mechanical creation on the ground and walked towards the throne. He then added a sentence inadvertently, his words filled with cold murderous intent:
"I don't want to see these things in the base in the future..."

"Yes!"

Tzeentch's lieutenant nodded rapidly.

Abaddon waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to retreat.

The Chaos Beings saluted and retreated, each one faster than the other. Tzeentch's lieutenant was even more so, as if he had been pardoned, and he almost ran out at full speed.

At the entrance of the hall, the Slaanesh Commander turned back stealthily to glance at the Chaos Warmaster's broad back.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"asshole!"

After everyone left, Abaddon on the throne turned red and felt uneasy, his teeth almost breaking.

His clenched palms almost twisted the alloy armrest into a knot.

The Chaos Warmaster suddenly felt that the whole world was against him, including the Regent, the Chaos Plunderer, various Chaos forces, the Legion of Terror and the unknown god Diablo.

They are all depriving themselves of their dignity in some way.

Gradually, Abaddon calmed down and regained his previous composure.

The current setback is temporary and cannot defeat the great Chaos Warmaster and the Great Plunderer. He is still the most powerful being in the Eye of Terror and has the largest army.

He will be the future ruler of the galaxy and the master of mankind, and no one can stop this destined destiny!

A few days later.

Abaddon officially announced his crusade against the Legion of Terror and began to gather his troops.

Deep inside a space fortress.

A Chaos Warrior was repairing his armor in a corner, his concentration and dedication were completely different from the frenzy on the battlefield.

This is a craft they must learn, even if it is the simplest repair.

Because many times, these Chaos Warriors on the margins don't get much logistical support and have to do it themselves.

Otherwise, if the armor was damaged or even shattered, he would only face a humiliating defeat on the battlefield. While the Chaos Warrior was repairing it, he would occasionally look at the recruitment notice of the Dread Legion next to him, with a hint of envy and yearning in his eyes.

He wants to be a fear warrior.

After receiving the call, the Chaos Warrior showed a look of surprise and hurriedly stuffed the recruitment notice deep into his rotten belly.

Then he put on his armor and walked out.

Afterwards, he made eye contact with several other Chaos Warriors, and they understood each other tacitly.

They went to the summoning area together.

Now the Black Legion has further strengthened surveillance and prohibits any Chaos Warriors from defecting to the enemy. Individuals simply cannot go to that desired place privately.

However, now they have their chance.

These guys are fed up with being ignored, and are ready to take advantage of the war to sneak to the legendary Black Abyss Star, follow the Dark Prince, and throw themselves into the arms of Diablo!
In the airspace where the Black Legion is stationed, a large number of Chaos warships gathered with great momentum.

Abaddon was on the observation deck, looking up at his own fleet, hoping that this Chaos fleet would bring back rich spoils.

He is not required to participate in this crusade as the Legion of Dread is not yet qualified.

Even in the Eye of Terror and even in the entire galaxy, there are only a few forces that can make the Chaos Warmaster personally go to war.

What's more, he has to guard the base.

Despite this, Abaddon still took it seriously.

According to the original plan, the Black Legion will send 15,000 Chaos Warriors to attack the Legion of Terror.

Because according to the existing intelligence estimates, the number of enemy soldiers will most likely not exceed eight thousand, and the vast majority of them are from the Black Legion and major Chaos forces.

Those Chaos Warriors who defected were mostly marginal subsidiary warriors rather than the core forces of the major forces.

It is also difficult to form a strong combat capability in a short period of time.

Not only that, the number of Chaos warships of the Dread Legion is pitifully small.

The Eye of Terror is now in chaos and the war is becoming more and more fierce.

The Black Legion was also fighting with more than a dozen large Chaos forces at the same time, and its core strength was invested in the Alert Star War Zone. The remaining troops were not enough to be squandered.

Being able to dispatch such a force to attack a small force like the Legion of Dread is already an extraordinary achievement.

However, he remembered the prophetic warning of the Chaos Prophet Moriana and became more vigilant.

Abaddon knew very well that blind self-confidence and arrogance were fatal flaws for a commander.

He never underestimates any enemy.

Therefore, the Chaos Warmaster doubled the strength of the expeditionary fleet, dispatching two Chaos Commanders, more than 600 Chaos warships and affiliated battle groups, and more than 30,000 Chaos Warriors!
The Black Legion will use its power many times greater than the rest of the Legion and quickly crush the newly born Legion of Terror and plunder their bases!
Abaddon looked at the expeditionary fleet going away, his scarlet eyes emitting a strong sense of majesty:
"Perhaps, the crushing of the Legion of Terror will be the beginning of the Black Legion's revival..."
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Black Abyss Star.

Many dark forging workshops stand in the giant square.

The fear warriors who went out to conquer returned one after another, bringing back more resources and prisoners. Every warrior gained a lot.

Their military exploits, looted resources, and prisoners will all be converted into blood points.

That is the currency in circulation within the Legion of Terror and is extremely valuable.

As soon as these fear warriors got off the boat, they rushed to the area for exchanging blood points, carrying prisoners, heads or rare trophies.

There were endless roars of terror and a festive atmosphere.

In the distance, more Chaos buildings were being built. Chaos workers were working hard, wiping their sweat with their tentacles from time to time, with smiles on their faces.

Full of hope for the future.

"It's really full of vitality, a scene where everything is flourishing..."

Ron's consciousness was attached to the demon statue, overlooking everything, feeling quite emotional.

He felt even more satisfied when he saw the fear warriors redeem their blood points and then rush to the Dark Foundry area in unison.

This is the consumption system that I carefully constructed for the fear warriors.

Dark Foundry Workshop area.

Rotting tentacles clung to the buildings, and bones and eyeballs faintly burned with flames.

A large amount of equipment was displayed on the altar, including various high-level armors, weapons, ammunition, vehicles such as Chaos Centurions, Hell Engines, and even Hell Dragons and Hell Dragon Hatchlings.

Here, you can use blood points to exchange for any imaginable supplies and equipment, hire other warriors to serve you, and even buy your own land.

Some fear warriors who have obtained a large number of blood points will choose their favorite equipment and squander all the blood points they have just obtained.

Savings? That's impossible.

Those fear warriors who didn't have much blood points in their pockets drooled at the equipment on the altar, and even had the urge to snatch it.

But most of them don't dare.

Because once these fear warriors start to rob, they will turn into human-shaped blood spots and be chopped down by others as trophies.

Ron focused on the accessories area.

As expected, the accessories area has the most traffic.

The altar in this area is decorated with many explosive, bloody and gorgeous accessories, such as cloaks full of wailing souls, skull charms, black flame wings, tentacle breastplates and so on.

In short, the special effects are full.

There are also personalized armor modification and spraying services.

Most of these things are expensive and flashy, but they are impressive and eye-catching enough.

The actual effect does not match the price at all.

For example, the Wailing Cloak has very low actual combat effect, and the screams and soul interference it emits can only affect ordinary people at most.

The effect on Space Marines is approximately zero.

But this thing is so cool, it artificially creates the effect of legendary equipment.

What's more, the armor of the Legion of Dread is standardized and everyone's style is similar, and Chaos warriors value deterrence and trophy decoration more than Imperial warriors.

They would rather exchange blood points for loot accessories, mainly for the purpose of comparison.

Compared to crappy stuff like skulls and human skins, the blood spots from trophies are expensive, transparent, and many of them are out of print.

When the fear warriors dress like this, it's like their battle records are printed on their bodies. Everyone can see it at a glance, which makes it more intimidating.

Not only that, some out-of-print rare accessories would be purchased by other fear warriors at a higher price as soon as they were purchased.

They even go so far as to launch challenges to obtain these rare items.

Just recently, dozens of challenges have occurred, killing more than a dozen fear warriors who could not be rescued.

This has greatly increased the Dread Warriors' enthusiasm for loot trinkets.

Who doesn’t want the trophy accessories on him to get more attention and face more challenges? It’s a real shame if no one cares!

Nowadays, the competition within the Dread Legion is getting more and more serious, to the point where they can't even hold their heads up when they go out wearing uniforms and equipment without any trophies or accessories.

Because that only proves that the fear warrior is not capable enough and has no battle record, so he has no blood points to buy loot accessories.

This was also the result of Ron's deliberate guidance.

This way, he can sell the loot accessories at a high price, recover blood points at a very low cost, and get some blood back.

Realize a virtuous cycle of resources.

Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult to maintain such high welfare and resource output.

When the Legion of Terror becomes huge in the future, it will be able to plunder more resources to exchange for blood points, and it may even make a profit instead of a loss.

"Unfortunately, the expansion speed is not fast enough..."

Ron thought of this and sighed slightly.

Today, less than two years after the end of full preparations for war, the number of Dread Warriors is only more than 10,000, which is insufficient to participate in future plague wars.

Fortunately, after this wave of prisoners is digested, there will be an estimated 30,000 people.

But there is still some distance to reach 50,000 people, and I don’t know if there will be enough time.

This is mainly due to the lack of reputation of the Dark Prince and Diablo.

When reputation is not enough.

Even with the attraction of material and power, some arrogant Chaos Warriors are still unwilling to join, let alone attract the core forces of those Chaos forces.

The Chaos Warriors are not willing to believe in an existence that cannot see the future.

Ron thought:

"Hiss~ It seems that the Dark Prince has to find an opportunity to have an 'exhibition match' with the Savior and the Demon Eater."

This way you can take off with your left foot stepping on your right foot.

Let the Dark Prince, this little alias, attract a wave of fans, and use the identity of the Demon Eater to pull down the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon Kabanha, and take advantage of Ka's reputation.

Ultimately, it raised the reputation of the Dark Side's Diablo.

After all, when it is difficult for the gods of the Warp to descend to the Milky Way, the Chaos Evil Gods' face is given by their believers and warriors.

Win in win!
Ron sent the plan to the Savior's publicity department and asked them to prepare it.

For such a large-scale intergalactic commercial promotion, we still need to find ways to lay the groundwork for publicity in the early stages, set the mood, and look for opportunities to create a stage for battle.

You can't just blow it out of the blue when no one is paying attention, right?

After that, he turned his attention to the defense of the Legion of Dread.

Now is the growth period, so we must be careful and make a thorough defense plan.

If someone accidentally raids your lair, you will suffer a huge loss.

(End of this chapter)