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Chapter 247 Warmaster! Why is this so?
Greyfax's eyes flashed with the remaining memories in the corpse's head.

Her perspective slowly overlapped with the corpse's eyes when it was alive.
Greyfax saw that he was standing behind a red-armored Terminator wizard.

Obviously, this was the leader of the Black Legion sent by Abaddon to this fortress. Greyfax quickly observed the surroundings through the memory of the corpse and determined that this team was mainly led by the Word Bearers.

Most of the Word Bearers in the Black Legion are outright traitors, not only betraying their faith in the Emperor, but also betraying the blasphemous faith of the Daemon Primarch Lorgar.
Some of them chose to be loyal to Abaddon the Plunderer out of hatred for the Empire, while others chose to be loyal to him out of sheer greed.

Based on the body of the Word Bearer, Greyfax quickly confirmed the composition of the team.
Veteran of the Long War!

This entire group of Word Bearers are all traitors who survived the Great Heresy ten thousand years ago and were members of the former Word Bearers Legion.
For most of the Imperials, the glory of the Great Crusade and the horror of the Horus Heresy are just past history or even ancient myths.

However, the speed of time in the Warp is unpredictable. Many of the Chaos Astartes who had experienced the Great Heresy are still alive, and even insist on revenge against the Empire, eager to overthrow the Empire, kill the Empire, and avenge the failure of the Great Heresy.
Abaddon actually sent a whole team of veterans to intercept the expedition. What kind of holy relic was Belisarius Cawl protecting that Abaddon was so concerned about?
"Warmaster!"

A cry of surprise rang out, and the leading Word Bearers Terminator wizard suddenly walked to the door.

The door suddenly opened, and the snow and wind outside the window rushed into the fortress. The cold wind kept blowing between the slender Eldar buildings.

A Chaos Lord wearing a pitch-black Terminator power armor, with the Eye of Horus and the Chaos Octagonal Star carved on his chest, a claw on his left hand, and a dark blue sword covered with screaming human faces in his right hand, walked out of the snow.

His scarlet braid fluttered in the wind, and the favor of the Chaos Gods turned into four layers of dark evil power that lingered on him, making him seem like a container of the power of the gods in the physical universe.

Ezekyle Abaddon, Abaddon the Despoiler, Abaddon the Chaos Warmaster
In Cadia, Greyfax had met the former Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus, the founder of the thirteenth Black Crusade.

Seeing him again now, even if it was only in his memory, Greyfax still found his figure particularly terrifying.
Twenty-two guards surrounded him and followed him into the fortress. Among them was a huge, hideous and twisted hell beast.
The Hell Beast is similar to the Imperial Dreadnought, but even more terrifying. It is the embodiment of complete fear. The Chaos Astartes buried within it have become one with the metal, and their souls have been tortured for nearly eternity.

Greyfax felt his scalp tingling. Abaddon actually came to Krasus so early. This was not like his style.
"Warmaster! Why are you here?" The Word Bearers Terminator wizard also stepped forward quickly and raised the same question as Greyfax.

"A dark god has a gift for you." Abaddon said slowly.

The Word Bearer Terminator wizard was at first bewildered, then confused, and finally his eyes were filled with surprise.
He seemed to think that a dark god was going to bless him.
The other traitors who followed the Word Bearers Terminator wizard also raised their emotions of joy.
They are one step closer to revenge.
Greyfax could feel it, the anger and hatred suppressed in this memory.

Fire fell from the sky, the magnificent scriptures turned into rubble, the holy statues were shattered, the devout believers were dying, and the Son of God knelt in the rubble and was humiliated.
God commanded another son of God to bring destruction upon the perfect city that worshipped Him devoutly.
Like the sulfur fire that was sprinkled on Sodom in the ancient legend of Terra,
But Sodom was full of sin, and what sin had they committed?

Is piety also a sin?

Fire burned in the city, and on that day, ten thousand Word Bearers swore in their hearts,
No matter how long it takes, no matter what the cost, we must avenge the broken faith.

To make Terra, to make Macragge shattered like a perfect city
"Which great god is it?" The Word Bearer couldn't help but take a step forward.

"The Emperor, of course."

Abaddon suddenly showed a playful smile:

"Is it dark enough?"

The expression of the Word Bearer Terminator wizard suddenly froze, and he did not react for a moment.

However, the twenty-two guards following Abaddon suddenly moved.

Sonic booms sounded in the fortress, and the twenty-two Astartes moved faster than the cold wind blowing outside the door.

Even the huge Hellbeast is much faster than the average Astartes.

Their figures were almost flickering, and every time they appeared, a Word Bearer fell.

Especially the hell beast, which almost turned into a gust of wind. With a clanging sound, the places where it passed were instantly left with only corpses. "Warmaster?! Why is this happening?!" The Word Bearers Terminator wizard wailed.

Abaddon is killing the Word Bearers in the Emperor's name?
For a moment, Greyfax suspected that everything he saw was an illusion.
"You are not the Warmaster!!!"

The Word Bearer wizard let out a sharp roar, and his experience as a veteran of the long war allowed him to react.

He quickly fired a series of roaring psychic blasts at the "Abaddon".
However, the figure of the hell beast suddenly flashed and blocked in front of "Abaddon", blocking the spiritual energy impact with its huge body.

But the Word Bearers Terminator wizard also seized the opportunity, quickly retreated and gathered with the other surviving Word Bearers, quickly waving the scepter in his hand to support layers of thick psychic barriers, while whispering a series of spells.
Greyfax quickly determined that the dark spell that the Terminator wizard was chanting was a short-distance teleportation using the subspace.
He wants to run!!

Could it be that because all the Word Bearers had run away, there was only one corpse left in the entire fortress?

But after careful consideration, Greyfax felt something was wrong.
The Word Bearer was chanting a spell in a low voice.

It seemed slow to Greyfax, but she knew it was a time dislocation caused by her memory.

The Word Bearer only intended to quickly teleport to the snowy plain outside, using the wind and snow to hide. The distance to be teleported was very far, and it only took a very short time to chant.
However, at this moment, the scene in front of Greyfax suddenly became turbulent.
Instantly, the illusion that enveloped the twenty-two guards and Abaddon faded away.
The guards' paintwork instantly turned blue, with the Ω mark on their shoulder armor.
Abaddon seemed to have grown taller, his hair changed from a flying braid to short blond hair, his face became serious, and the power armor on his body changed to a blue and gold armor.
Greyfax was stunned for a moment. How could that face be so different from the one in the court records?
"Aren't you curious about who I am?" said the man with short light blond hair standing in the middle of the hall with a slight smile.

"No! Fulgrim has already killed you!"

The Word Bearers Terminator wizard shouted out in fear and anger, and his teleportation ritual was interrupted. Even his psychic shield began to shake as his mind fluctuated:

"You've been down for ten thousand years!"

“Some things in this world will fall down with the passage of time, but some things will remain.”

Guilliman, who looked exactly like the one in the Inquisition records, smiled and said to the Word Bearers priest:
"Just like your perfect city is gone, but our Macragge is still beautiful!"

Although the perfect city is gone, our Macragge is still beautiful!
Greyfax stared at this scene and listened to this conversation in a daze. His mind had never felt so stuck before.

A Primarch! A holy Primarch stood before her eyes,

Even though he only saw it through the traitor's memory, and even though it was probably fake, Greyfax was still greatly shocked.
The Word Bearers roared like wild beasts almost instantly, and anger quickly took over their hearts.
The psychic shield released by the Terminator wizard also turned into a ball of fire along with the anger in his heart and smashed towards Guilliman.
However, the flames went straight through Guilliman's body. It was obvious that he was an illusion from beginning to end.

The fearless ancient warrior who had lost the illusion of the hell beast slammed into the Word Bearer Terminator wizard like a meteorite.
Even an Astartes with powerful psychic powers and wearing Terminator power armor could not resist the ultra-high-speed charging Dreadnought mecha.

The Word Bearer was instantly sent flying like a cannonball, hitting the wall hard and being strangled by the arm of the Dreadnought.
The Word Bearer whose memory Greyfax was examining turned away in horror.

However, at this moment, the light and shadow in front of the Word Bearer suddenly fluctuated.
A man wearing a brown peaked cap, raccoon-shaped glasses, and a raccoon's tail suddenly appeared in front of him.
The raccoon man slowly performed the Eagle Salute to the Word Bearer whose memory Greyfax had read.
No, not towards the Word Bearer, but towards Greyfax who was watching him.
"Greetings, Judge Greyfax." The raccoon man adjusted his cap and said with a smile.

As if he had guessed that it was Greyfax who was peeping into his memory.
Then, before Greyfax could see what was happening, a bullet hit the Word Bearer's chest, blood flowed out, and the memory stopped abruptly.

Greyfax jerked awake, gasping for air and a look of horror on his face.

".Primarch." Greyfax gasped. "I saw the Primarch Robouti Guilliman."

The remaining half of Belisarius Caul's face moved slightly.

"And the civet cat!" Greyfax continued. "The civet cat is a very good shot!"

Reina’s expression also slightly changed.

(End of this chapter)