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Chapter 241 The era of the Primarch is over!!
The roar of the wind and the cannon was so loud that it made Lord Creed's ears dizzy and painful.

Not only the wind and the cannon roared, but the whole world roared,

Mountains are crumbling, seas are evaporating, and the continental structure is uttering its dying wail.
The Eye of Terror shone brighter than ever before, like a scarlet bloody mouth across the sky, as if it was about to devour all of Cadia.
The blasphemous evil power of the warp is raging on this planet. A sarcastic laugh can be heard in the darkness. The long guard finally collapsed.

Visions of the Warp materialize across the wreckage of Cadia, as daemons tear open the barriers of reality and wreak havoc upon the land.

Realizing that Cadia was lost, the mortals began to retreat, but Abaddon's black legions and demons pursued them.
The hell dragon in the sky spewed out vicious fire, the huge Tzeentch demon on the horizon raised its two bird heads, and strange psychic lightning fell from the clouds.

Every retreating troop carrier and troop ship became prey for the demons.

Lord Creedburg and his Eighth Regiment chose to defend Cadia one last time, using their flesh and blood to become humanity's line of defense for the last time.

After the order was issued, there were still other commanders willing to stay with Lord Creedburg. They were willing to live and die with Cardia.
The 184th Regiment, which was good at defense, partially joined the battle under the leadership of General Droste, mainly those well-trained Qadian people.

Scarlet lasers shot in all directions in the battle line, the resurrected corpses roared and rushed towards the few remaining warriors of the 8th and 184th Regiments, the Tzaanhorns flew across the sky on flying discs and sprinkled blasphemous magic, and the fanatics of Slaanesh laughed obscenely and sharply.
But the Cadians guarded the last fortress. A storm rose from the earth and roared in front of the front line, sweeping in all the demons that tried to break through.
The storm slowed down the pace of Chaos, giving the people of Cadia a very brief moment of respite.

“Cadia stands tall!!!”

Lord Creed roared and waved his broken arm.

They once carried laser rifles and used their mortal bodies to build a fortress in front of the scarlet abyss of the gods, becoming the front line of mankind's resistance to chaos.

Now, they are still standing here.

"Declare to the Eye of Terror! They can take away Cadia and the bodies of the Cadians, but they cannot take away our future!"

"Cadia will not fall. Our warriors still exist. They will go behind every line between the stars and to every place where the Lord of Mankind needs them."

"There Cadia will remain a bulwark against the enemies of man. The stars may fall, but Cadia will remain forever."

Lord Creedburg's blood is constantly flowing, and he may soon die from excessive blood loss.

But now the only remaining medic has taken up his weapon and is defending the front line, and Creed no longer feels that he needs to be healed.

".Yes."

Another commander, General Droste, who commanded the soldiers of the 184th Regiment, agreed with Lord Creedburgh's words:
“And when those Cadians who survive die, Cadia will not fall.”

"Other warriors will pick up our laser rifles and stand behind the lines, becoming new bastions. They will carry on the name of Cadia."

"Let the enemies of humanity fear! They destroyed our stars, but Cadia will be the undead that never fades before them."

Lord Creed saw the last transport plane stumbling up into the sky in the distance.
All but the Qadiyans of the Eighth and 184th Regiments had withdrawn;

Cadia had become a graveyard, but Lord Creedburg could not help laughing out loud, laughing out loud for his last bit of victory.

He and General Droste smiled at each other, and the two leaned against the wreckage of the line.

"The girl you chose is called Reina, right? Can she and those Asford people bear the name of Cadia?"

Lord Creedburgh asked.

He knew that before coming to Cadia, General Droste's 184th Regiment had paid a tragic price in the Hades Galaxy.

But they absorbed the local Asford people in the Underworld, reorganized into a new army consisting of Asford people and Cadia people, and rushed to Cadia for support.

The leader of the Asford people was a psychic girl named Reina, one of the few psychics who did not go crazy or die when the Eye of Terror unfolded. On the contrary, the girl's psychic power was greatly improved.

She roared and raged, creating a storm behind the retreating convoy, becoming the last barrier for everyone.

General Creed estimated that the girl should have reached the level of an α-level psyker, or perhaps even higher.

The girl led the Asford-born Cadia 184th Regiment to evacuate.
"They can do it. It's not the bloodline that matters."

General Droste's injured body trembled slightly. He took out a beautifully carved wine flask from his pocket, poured a mouthful of Amasek into his mouth, and said:

"What matters is the soul of the fortress, the rage against the enemies of humanity. Those of Asford know this, and they can bear the name of Cadia."

Lord Creedburg nodded slightly.
More than 800 million people of Cadia perished, and only a few million people were able to leave the planet alive, which was pitifully small.
The bloodline of Cadia will eventually be broken among the stars, but Creed sincerely hopes that the name of Cadia will not perish.

General Droste handed the wine jug to Lord Creed, who took it and took a sip, his teeth gritting at the pungent taste of the alcohol.

"The medic's medical alcohol tastes better than this crap of yours. What kind of taste is that!" Lord Creed threw the wine jug to Droste.

"You don't know how to appreciate it." General Droste complained in return and took another sip.

Lord Creed suddenly heard the whistling sound of a rocket launcher. A soldier from the 8th Regiment fired a scorching rocket.
The shell exploded in the chest of a demon, turning its proud chest into a bloody mess.

That was the last rocket of the Eighth Regiment.

But the warriors of Cadia still raised their arms and shouted that Cadia would stand firm.

Cadia stood firm. Lord Creedburgh didn't know if he shouted out loud, but at least he shouted in his heart for the ten thousandth time.
Suddenly, he saw a storm rising from the front line, and a low, cold, mechanical laughter suddenly came from the storm.

Lord Creed suddenly raised the gun in his hand, aimed at the storm and pulled the trigger.
However, the storm swept away the hasty shot of Lord Creedburgh. "What a magnificent sight."

“A perfect exhibit, worthy of being the finale of my museum.”

A silver figure appeared in front of the Cadians. It raised its arms high, and a green light flashed. A strange polygon danced in the void.
"This will not be the end of you."

"Eternity awaits you. You will become a monument to your race."

After a moment, Lord Creedburg felt himself being swallowed by darkness.

Of course it won't be the end.
Lord Creedburg thought drowsily,
Because Cadia stands firm.
"Cadia stands firm."

Before losing consciousness, Lord Creedburg roared one last time.
The wine is so sweet,

On the flagship of the Spirit of Vengeance, Ezekiel Abaddon held up the wine glass in his hand.
The chalice was made of a skull, made by Fabius Bile, a poor replica of his father Horus.
Ezekel Abaddon drank the wine and admired the fall of Cadia outside the porthole.

A thousand cracks linger on Cadia. This once almost insurmountable fortress planet is so small in the scarlet road opened by the Eye of Terror. It will eventually fall, or be reborn into a perfect demon world by chaos.

Some of the Fools loyal to the false emperor escaped, and Abaddon admired the defeated army led by the Phalanx in a panic.
He was in no hurry to pursue.
One reason is that the Phalanx, the huge flagship of the Imperial Fists, still has the power to terrify Abaddon's fleet.

Looking at the huge ship, Abaddon instinctively thought of Rogal Dorn's heavy punch.
Another reason is that Abaddon doesn't care about these defeated soldiers.

The ten thousand year long battle has ended, the Scarlet Road has been paved, can he follow this road and reach Terra again?
Suddenly, almost unconsciously, Abaddon heard the roar and echo in the warp.
It was as if a million people were thinking the same thing at the same time, creating echoes and roars in the warp.

“Cadia stands tall!!!”

The echo of the Warp flashed through Abaddon's consciousness.

Abaddon waved his hand in disgust. He no longer cared about Cadia. The Cadians would not have any influence on him.
The next target of the Black Legion will only be the entire galaxy.
Let the galaxy begin to burn!

Abaddon thought with delight.

However, at this moment, the sound of the hatch opening interrupted Abaddon's joy.
He looked towards the door with dissatisfaction.
Then, the Thousand Sons wizard Zaraphiston, who was blessed by Tzeentch, walked in. He served Abaddon and brought him reliable prophecies and divinations.

"My Lord Abaddon, why don't we pursue?" Zaraphiston looked at Abaddon with his three eyes.

Abaddon frowned slightly.

He didn't like Zarafiston's tone, which was almost a question, and too bold for Zarafiston, who usually liked to flatter Abaddon.

"Let the fleet's trash eat them. The Loyalists are just defeated dogs and not worth chasing." Abaddon said in a low voice.

Normally, it would have ended here, but a smile appeared on Zarafiton's lips.

"But one ship still carries precious relics"

Abaddon stared at Zarafiston and snorted with disdain: "There is nothing worth caring about on the Phalanx. Do you want Rogal Dorn's hand bone?"

"No, my lord." Zarafiston bowed slightly to Abaddon, his third eye flashing with the blasphemous power of the warp: "I am not talking about the Phalanx, but the Ark of the Mechanicus."

"There is a holy object on it. He can bring back an ancient being that is almost dead, a legendary figure."

"Who?" A sense of uneasiness arose in Abaddon's heart.

Zaraphiston whispered the name he had seen in the torrent of the warp.
The name that Abaddon had almost forgotten, the name of the true Lord of Ultramar
This is almost impossible——

Abaddon was almost ready to vent his anger.

But before he expressed his anger, the smile on Zarafiton's face disappeared by itself.

His third eye was constantly flashing with the light of the warp, and he seemed to see something again.
"There is still one."

Zarafiston said with a dull look in his eyes, as if he was frightened by the news he had seen.

"What?" Abaddon asked, suppressing his anger.

"Horus," Zaraphiston said almost instinctively, "Horus will also be resurrected——————"

"Asshole!!!"

Abaddon roared, and the wine glass made from his father's replica head was crushed.

The Great Plunderer pounced in front of Zaraphiston like a hurricane, and the huge claw of Horus instantly strangled Zaraphiston's head.
Before the Thousand Sons sorcerer could even utter a wail, his head exploded in Abaddon's hands.

"It's over! They are just remnants of history!"

Abaddon was consumed by rage. He punched Zaraphiston's corpse again and again, roaring angrily:

"The era of the Primarch has long ended!!!"

(End of this chapter)