Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 275 The Wrath of Vashtor
He didn't know why either.

A bizarre thought kept flashing through his mind: he really wanted to yank the topknot off that guy with the pointed head.

Then, step on the other person's face and crush them into a pulp.

Although he didn't know why he suddenly had such outrageous thoughts, he didn't have much time to think about the reasons right now.

Because he also has a special mission, which is to obtain the Web Path Key needed by the Gamma World.

He didn't know what the Internet Key was either.

I don't know where the key to the internet is.

They don't even know if the key to the internet has already been taken away by someone.

However, he received a star map depicting Vashtor's physical form.

The task description states that all you need to do is follow him, then see what he's holding, beat him up, and then snatch the item from his hand.

If the enemy resists and there are too many enemies to handle, urgently summon more soldiers. Do not fight alone. If you can deal with the enemy but they have few people around them, summon more soldiers to join the battle. If you can fight in a group, never fight one-on-one. Ideally, you should strip the enemy naked and take all their belongings.

Therefore, the angel's target was not Abaddon, but only Vashtor.

Abaddon saw the angel and had many doubts. He remembered that the angel had been devoured by the four gods.

Why are there still traces of angels?

Is it a clone?
No, if it were a clone, he wouldn't feel that kind of emotional fluctuation; the other person would seem to be the angel Saint Gilles from the past.

Just as annoying as that Saint Gilles from back then.

Abaddon also noticed the Emperor's Sword in the angel's hand. It was clearly not the original demonic sword that Horus and the Emperor had fought with, but the angelic psionic flames attached to it were enough to demonstrate the powerful fluctuations in his power at this moment.

"Come down, Saint Gilles!"

Abaddon called out the other person's name.

The angel floating in the sky opposite him simply grinned at Abaddon.

This smile was like that of the angel from ten thousand years ago, responding to his call on the battlefield with the same smile.

"Yes, it's him!"

"That damn guy, he's pretending not to know me!"

"Saint-Gilles, are you afraid to fight me?"

The angel in the sky listened to the shouts below, but he just smiled and didn't care. It was as if the other party recognized him as a fake Horus. On the battlefield, they would not pay any attention to him.

Abaddon's forehead bulged with angry veins as he raised the demon sword, eager to test his strength against Sangilius. He was confident that he was stronger than ever before, even stronger than the Primarch Horus. Horus had once slain Sangilius, and he believed he could do the same now.

It's nothing more than smashing the guy in front of you into mincemeat again.

"Where!"

"The psionic detector indicates that the other party is nearby in this area!"

"Is it down below?"

Hearing the commotion of Abaddon chasing after him, the angel looked helpless.

This guy, I owe him money?
Get away from him!
The angel's genes have been modified to be unaffected by the thirst for blood. Back when the angel was on the vampire planet, he was captured by a vampire progenitor and subjected to cruel torture, which caused him to develop a thirst for blood. In fact, the thirst for blood and his genes became bound together. Now, this thirst for blood and the Black Wrath have been almost completely eliminated from the angel's body.

He can fight on the battlefield with a more rational mindset.

There are too many enemies.

An enemy is chasing me; I need to summon them remotely.

The angel used the summoning command to announce its location from the warship.

Most expeditionary forces were not equipped with the etheric phase devices typically found in elite units, but angelic summoning only required summoning elites.

Accompanied by his summons.

The warships in the Gamma world immediately received a request for support from the precise location below.

Their goal is to obtain the key to the web on this planet.

Once anyone discovers the enemy's presence, they can transmit a signal to the mothership for remote support. These support personnel are at least at the level of Space Necromancers or Death Marks, some are millennia-old veterans and others are the most elite combat personnel of the Third Army Group, who possess powerful talents from two or more races.

"Support request received. Viper Squad dispatched to the target location for support." "Roger! Viper Squad received!"

"The Viper Squad is on its way to provide support."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

With the use of the ether phase technology by the Necromancers, the ether phase engines installed in their bodies instantly activate in response to their thoughts. This racial talent, which grants them powerful responsiveness, allows them to move like phantom warriors and assassins on the battlefield.

The moment their figures appeared on the ground.

Abaddon's keen senses, honed by millennia of long-term combat, detected this highly unusual information.

This ability, based on the powerful senses and reaction speed of the Dark Eldar, surprised and shocked Abaddon.

"Eldar?"

But after he saw the person in front of him clearly...

Only then did they realize that the one wielding the ethereal phase greatsword that resembled that of a space necromancer was not actually any of the Eldar's little sprouts, but a tall Space Marine who was even slightly taller than the average Astartes, wearing some kind of cloak, and seemingly exuding an absolute confidence and arrogance brought about by some kind of worship culture.

Human beings are supreme.

They held non-human races in utter contempt and despised those despicable, fallen beings who had sworn allegiance to chaos, regarding them as uncommunicative.

Abaddon noticed the approaching enemy, and at the same time, the Black Legion soldiers charging into battle around him suffered a brutal massacre at the hands of this squad.

The opponent seemed to have undergone some kind of evolution, skillfully mastering all the killing techniques used against them.

A small squad suddenly appeared, and with a molecular blade in their hands, they cleanly and ruthlessly sliced ​​a veteran of the Black Legion in half at the waist. Another elite soldier, without the veteran having any chance to resist, sliced ​​off his neck from behind. Even though he was wearing heavy terracotta armor, it could not withstand the absolute damage of the weapon.

Two more stood on top of the corpses of their Black Legion raiders.

A black Leman Rustank, which they had corrupted, was also cleaved in two by a man with a large knife.

The enemy's weapon killed his personal guards almost instantly in a ruthless manner. After the killing, some of them thought they had grabbed the enemy's arm, but the enemy simply disappeared and reappeared behind him.

Even their powerful brains paused for a moment, and Abaddon quickly recognized what kind of technology it was.

This is the phase engine of the Necromancer. Only certain powerful high-level units of the Necromancer can possess it. The appearance of this opponent confirms that they have mastered this technology and can use it skillfully on the battlefield.

It's important to understand that the enemy at this point possesses more than just the weapons of the Space Necromancers.

At the same time, they also displayed incredible speed, a speed as strange as that of the Eldar, and with the support of the phase engine of the Necromancers, they were practically natural assassins on the battlefield. Unless the enemy's mothership power source could be shut down, these few alone could probably wipe out all the raiders on the entire battlefield.

This kind of thing has not happened before.

There was once an army known as the Death Army, which consisted of only a few people, but it almost wiped out an entire planet where the Black Legion raiders were stationed. The leader of that army, whose name was something like Fu, was a damned Eldar woman.

Abaddon was naturally not afraid of his opponent, but the opponent had dealt a huge blow to his Black Legion. Abaddon quickly came up with a solution: he had the Chaos Wizard create a stasis field to hinder the opponent's teleportation.

For a shrewd warrior on the battlefield, the opponent's teleportation could even be used as a tool to kill the enemy. Abaddon looked at the proud warrior in front of him with a cold expression. Saint Gilles, he had no way to kill that guy. He could only hope that Vashtor could get what he wanted.

"Wizards, it's your turn!"

On the battlefield, the Chaos Wizard creates terrifying wind and fire storms, which will greatly restrict the warriors who are teleported in, while Abaddon will be completely unaffected.

And in the warehouse.

Vashtor had just transformed the Stone of Oath into a fragment of the Key to the Web, a strange device resembling a crucial gear covered in odd patterns. It was just a gear, and should be replaceable, but even Vashtor could not forge it. It was the pinnacle of the Old Saints' forging memories, containing the mysteries of time, space, and the primordial chaos of the warp.

"Finally got it! I'm only one step away from becoming a god."

While Vashtor was still reflecting on this...

Suddenly, a voice rang out, followed by a figure rushing towards Vashtor. Vashtor was still basking in the joy of finding the Webway fragment, but the next second, the Webway key had been replaced by an Iron Angels warband, something that looked like it had been stolen from a luxurious and lewd nobleman.

And the thing that humiliated him was right in front of Vashtor.

And when he turned his head to look...

The fragment of the Netway Key that he had already repaired was now in the other party's hands, and the other party was examining it.

"thank you!"

(End of this chapter)