Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 243 Abaddon: Kayan, you split your forces and attack Terra.

The Vengeful Spirit.

Guided by the Chaos Gods, the power from the warp allowed numerous ships to pass through the veil of the Eye of Terror and arrive in this star system adjacent to the Iron Empire.

The instant they emerged from the warp into the real world, a dense warp storm began to brew in the surrounding star sector.

That was thanks to the assistance of the Chaos Wizards—under the cover of the warp storms they summoned, the Black Legion was able to win every battle and be invincible.

No one can stop the Black Legion's expeditionary advance!

"The thirteenth time."

Standing on the black deck of the Vengeance Soul, Abaddon, filled with ambition, gazed into the distance with his golden eyes.

Finally, he returned to the real world, which he hadn't been back in for a long time.

It's been since his last Black Crusade.

After being away from the world for so long, he spent many years in the warp.

If it weren't for that damned false emperor, how could he have been driven into the Eye of Fear like a stray dog, forced to hide and bow his head for thousands of years, not daring to appear in the real world for even a moment?

Fortunately, he finally, finally, in the Warp, witnessed the moment when all the Primarchs had vanished from the world, leaving only him, the second Primarch, still alive!

—The era of the Primarchs has ended!!!

But he seems to be only the second person below the Primarch.
Upon learning of Guilliman's disappearance, Abaddon, who was about to launch the First Black Crusade, fell into deep thought.

It's finally done!

With the help of certain informants, Abaddon successfully raided the Fortress Monastery of the Emperor's Sons during an expedition, intercepting Casgar Sherlock, the first person under the Primarch (in every sense of the word), before he was about to awaken.

He originally intended to resolve the problem on the spot, but the reminder from the Chaos Gods made him abandon the idea.

Destroying his physical body would only unleash an even more terrifying energy storm and destroy everyone.

His better option would be to keep it in a static field and then seal it away forever in a demon world where no one can find it.

—Now, he, Abaddon, is the number one person below the Primarch!

then
Then why is it that the Chaos Warmaster, who should have slain the false emperor and burned the galaxy, couldn't even take down this small city of Cardia?

The fortress world of Kadia, which Abaddon desperately wanted to destroy, has always stood in the way of the Eye of Fear's expansion.

Like a local sentry tower piercing the heart of the Chaos Space Marines' territory, if the battle lines and time drag on, the troops stationed on the Cardia could cut off the Black Legion's supply lines and retreat routes, thus leaving Abaddon's expeditionary force vulnerable to attacks from both sides.

In this situation, even though Abaddon was an outstanding general with a perfect record of victories, the geographical requirements meant that his Black Legion could only complete their raids in a short period of time, and then, under the cover of the warp storm, quickly retreat to the Eye of Terror before the Smurfs could regroup.

If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave once hundreds of thousands of Ultra Warriors and their subgroups arrive.

No matter how wasteful the Highlord Council may be, and no matter how valiant Abaddon may be, the millennia of accumulated power of Regent Guilliman is enough for a group of Space Marines to crush Abaddon hundreds of times over.

Although twelve expeditions were launched, the presence of Kadia meant that each expedition had to be a quick attack followed by a swift retreat to the Eye of Terror, with no time to linger in the real world.

Launching an attack that was comparable to a major rebellion would have been virtually impossible before.

But now—if he could persuade Perturabo to join their expedition, they would have an army of Space Marines, an entire legion of Iron Warriors, accompanied by the Iron Warriors' invincible siege firepower.
Cardia, and indeed the entire world, is within easy reach.

This was also his long-planned true scheme—to take this opportunity to destroy Cardia and its anti-subspace equipment in one fell swoop, and let the power of chaos accompany them to destroy this corrupt and pathetic human empire!

"If we can gain their trust on this trip, Kadia, and even the entire galaxy, will crumble in our hands!"

Who is Abaddon? A veteran of countless battles, he rendered outstanding service to the entire human empire during the Great Crusade, and can be considered the second most powerful being after the Primarch.

His experience of repeatedly seeking help from Peturabo told him that his fourth uncle was an extremely arrogant person.

Although Peturabo kept saying no, his desire for Blackrock Fortress never diminished.

Peturabo couldn't possibly be uninterested in such a mysterious ancient creation.

Abbotton's purpose was actually quite simple—

Even though Perturab still refused to send troops in the end, the stubborn man could not simply watch Abaddon, who had given him such a great gift, leave empty-handed.

"As for you, Kayan."

Abaddon turned to look at Senko beside him, his golden eyes filled with unwavering confidence.

"If our plan goes smoothly, you will infiltrate the heart of the Empire alone, land on Terra, and reach the Inquisition before those fools even realize what's happening."

"You need me to cause a ruckus in Holy Terra to get their attention?"

"No. You can simply raise your arms and surrender when the time comes—that's also part of my plan."

"?"

"So you mean I should feign surrender and infiltrate Terra's underground prison, thereby launching a coordinated attack from within and without to defeat Terra's garrison?"

"Do not."

Abaddon certainly didn't expect Kayan to be able to break through Holy Terra alone.

He went to Terra for one reason only: to personally tell all the followers of the false emperor the obvious and tragic reality that the empire was doomed to fail.

".?"

"Never mind that, Kayan, just do it."

Don't say things like you don't want to go!

Don't you think this is mysterious, oppressive, and cool?
rest assured.

When the Black Legion's expeditionary fleet reaches Holy Terra, Brother Dun will definitely go to the prison to rescue you.

Well, it definitely will.

Empire of Steel.

The world is forged in the underground laboratory of the "Steel Bastion".

"You don't need to worry about it!!!"

During his millennia of solitude, Peturabo had believed that his stubborn, suspicious, and irritable temperament, which had developed for various reasons, had been greatly improved.

Once he was no longer working under the emperor and had his own territory and a peaceful life undisturbed, he would no longer frequently take his anger out on others as he used to, and he became more tolerant of his subordinates who made mistakes.

really!

This is what a Lord of Steel should look like.

Cold-blooded, calm, and ruthless.

He used to be so loud and boisterous, that was because
It's all because of that foolish emperor father!
It was the Emperor; that guy drove him and a whole bunch of Primarchs insane!

Perturabo believes he has shed the immature state of ten thousand years ago, and the Iron Lord is now as indestructible as steel.

Steel inside and out!

His state of mind was like an ancient, still pool.

Even the greatest tremor will not cause a ripple.

However, this calm and composed demeanor seemed to vanish without a trace the moment he met Casca.

"Stop saying these nonsensical things in front of me!"

Peturabo roared, using data lines in his mind to trace the permissions of those Mechanicus traitors who dared to send him chaotic junk code, and then blocked them all.

But on second thought, Casca's help was indeed crucial.

Peturabo, who was just about to lash out at Casca, suddenly became conflicted again.

If he hadn't used psionic communication to lead himself to the Iron Bastion, and if those traitors had launched a rebellion while he was away, the entire Forgeworld, including the Codex of Machines behind him, would have been stolen by the thieves of Chaos.

Although the entire Forge world is currently in chaos, the situation has clearly been fundamentally reversed with Primarch Peturabo in charge.

Not to mention the help from Casca himself.

Although Peturabo did not actively request the other party's assistance, well, in the end, the other party did assist him.

"You know their plans?"

"Because of your damn prophetic abilities?"

"Ah."

—Of course not.

Casca can no longer predict what will happen in the 40K era.

All of this information came from his son, Kadan, a former commander of the Iron Warriors company.

He had once guarded this steel bastion for a period of time. As a technical sergeant, he knew of the existence of the "Codex of Machines" and naturally had also communicated with the members of the Mechanicus here.

According to him, the members of the Cult of Mechanics here have always harbored deep resentment towards Peturabo—the fact that they can see the Codex of Machines in front of them but cannot use it is truly the cruelest punishment for the members of the Cult of Mechanics.

Rather than continuing to be a technological slave under the Iron Lord, it would be better to find a good opportunity to join Chaos and seize the Codex of All Machines and all the Dark Age technologies it contains for myself!
Upon learning this news, Kadan informed Kasgar. "In that case, we can use this opportunity to turn the tables and, posing as Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, lure these traitors into launching a planned attack on the Forge World, the Iron Bastion."

This would allow him to both do Peturabo a favor and successfully complete his mission.

Thus, through Kadan's matchmaking, Kasgar, disguised as Abaddon using psychic power, completed remote communication with the opposing leader.

The other side agreed to launch an attack at this time, and with the help of the Chaos War General, they successfully escaped to the Eye of Terror with the [Codex of Myriad Machines].

If given the chance, I'd even offer up that damned Peturabo's head as promised!

"A simple case of using someone else to do the dirty work."

"If Abaddon ever seeks Perturabo's help again in the future, he will surely remember this betrayal from Chaos."

"Lord of Iron, now is not the time to argue."

Seeing that everything was going according to plan, Cassius suppressed a smile: "Those traitors of Chaos have taken control of the Emperor-class Titan—to completely cripple this divine machine, we need to join forces."

"My flames can purify creations corrupted by chaos, including the machine spirit of that Titan."

“We need you and your loyal forces to regroup and take control of this rampaging Imperial Titan, and then use my psionic flames to successfully purify the Corrupted Machine Soul—this is the least damaging solution I can achieve.”

"Humph."

I hope you won't disappoint me.

Peturabo didn't say much, but judging from his expression and demeanor as he left, it seemed that he agreed with Casca's cooperation proposal.

As the security elevator controlled by Peturabo rapidly ascended upwards, Casca could hear the jarring, booming drumbeats still echoing above the underground laboratory.

Every now and then, an even louder roar would be heard, accompanied by vibrations coming from above.

That's an Emperor-class Titan destroying everything inside the Steel Bastion.

call out--

As the elevator doors opened, the defensive guns waiting outside simultaneously scanned everyone.

Intruder detected

[Cleanup process in progress]

Most of the Forged World's defense systems have fallen, becoming the muzzles of enemy guns aimed at them.

However, it's not entirely wrong to say they were invaders.

Peturabo had too many Iron Ring Automatons, so the first batch that actually came up consisted only of Casca, Melusin, and Kadan.

boom! ! !
Upon touching the psionic shield erected by Kasgar, it was instantly suspended in mid-air until its power completely vanished.

Immediately afterwards, Casca reached out his left hand and pulled out a small, exquisitely crafted Explosive Pistol.

popping.

As he shifted his gunfire, these not-so-valuable defensive machines exploded and shattered into dust.

After returning to the Son of the Emperor, Kasgar has now re-equipped with his signature weapon from ten thousand years ago.

The explosive pistol in his left hand was the exquisite weapon that Fugrim had personally crafted and gifted to him ten thousand years ago.

Despite being maintained for ten thousand years, the gun has not become dull or jammed over time.

Few of the emperor's sons are ambitious enough to sacrifice themselves for the empire, but quite a few have a passion for collecting weapons and armor.

As a symbol of the Legion's past glory, although the Sons of the Emperor have become extremely decadent and pathetic, they have indeed preserved the weapons and equipment of Casca intact to this day.

Not only was the explosive pistol in his left hand returned to its rightful owner, but Casca's right hand has also been replaced with a precision-engineered power weapon.

It is said to be a weapon forged by the Primarch Vorgrim himself, and this great creation can cut its enemies to pieces, whether or not the disintegration field on the sword is activated.

【Severance】

The sword that Fugrim once gifted to Kasgar has now been returned to its rightful owner.

Aside from the stabbing sword, all the other relics, weapons, and equipment, especially the more than two hundred finely crafted Shanabal sabers collected by Aqua, were fitted onto the Phoenix Son's battle barge in Kasgar.

Where did the stabbing sword go?
Kasgar even asked the Emperor's Chapter Master about this, and the Master's reply was particularly concise and clear.

Originally, this magical rapier was treasured in the Imperial Prince's Fortress Monastery—until the Black Legion's expeditionary fleet arrived, and while abducting Casca, who was then asleep in a stasis field, they also took the sword.

Forget it, I'll settle the score with Abaddon later. Let's deal with this rampaging Imperial Titan first.

"Follow me, it's just ahead!"

Kasgar led the two Space Marines behind him forward, rushing quickly toward the location where the explosion had occurred.

A series of rapid electronic secondary beeps came from the passageway in front of him. The next moment, several Guardians who had been lying in ambush pulled their weapons and fired at Casca.

Click.

The same psionic shield that opened instantly meant that before Melusin and Kadan could even react, the body of the traitor in the Faith Guard had already been sliced ​​into countless pieces by the blade in Kasga's hand.

These Mechanicus followers who have sided with Chaos are nothing more than minor fodder in the path of Kasgar. The most important thing is the Emperor-class Titan that is wreaking havoc.

"Petulabo, what's the situation inside the factory now? How many reinforcements and enemies are there?"

There weren't many; most of them were insignificant. Apart from the Forging General of the Mechanical Bastion, who was somewhat difficult to deal with, there was only that God Machine that was wreaking havoc.

"Leave General Forging and his troops to me!"

The Iron Lord's indignant shouts came through the communication system—it seemed that the betrayal of this Forging General had indeed caused his temper, which had been improving, to deteriorate again.

Although the rebels had anticipated that Peturabo would be there, they never imagined that he could decode and reprogram the world's defenses so quickly.

They even disregarded the Emperor-level Titans and headed straight for the location of the Forging General!

"it is good."

Meanwhile, Casca's pace never stopped.

The situation here is urgent; holding back now could introduce even more unforeseen circumstances.

[I'll take care of that Titan as quickly as possible. Make sure no one else gets close to the center.]

Using psychic power, the message was quickly transmitted to Melusin and Kadan's minds. The next moment, Kaska's figure disappeared in a few flashes thanks to the short-range teleportation of psychic power.

Here it is.

Kasgar arrived at the scene just in time to see the divine machine that was completely dismantling the wall.

His destruction left large, charred holes all over every corner of the area, and according to Casca's calculations, the shelling seemed to have stretched for tens of kilometers before finally stopping.

Amidst the burning embers of the artillery fire, the surrounding tunnels and machinery were sparking with tiny bursts of light, seemingly on the verge of breaking apart completely.

The towering Emperor-class Titan body, still under the influence of the sonic array, raged and brandished its cannons, seemingly about to fire again at the crumbling mechanical outer wall.

The machinery that forged the world was interconnected—the area around Titan had already collapsed into a steel ruin—and what kind of violent chain reaction the subsequent chain of collapses would bring was still unknown.

[I have arrived at the scene of the destruction of the Imperial Titans, Peturabo]

Casca insidiously sent the horribly damaged data to the other party.

“I am now trying to subdue it—do you know who exactly started this rebellion, Iron Lord?”

They even secretly took the opportunity to stir up trouble.

Gee tut.

How could it be so tragic?

Who on earth is so wicked as to dare to wreak havoc in the Iron Lord's most prized forging world?

How much effort would it take to rebuild on such a massive scale?

"Who else could have started this?!"

Upon receiving the transmitted destructive data, even Peturabo, who had anticipated it, was still momentarily stunned.

Damn it! Who else would dare to touch my stuff on my turf?

Who else could possess such a damned chaotic power?

Aside from Ezekiel Abaddon, that pointy-headed, self-important guy who launches childish expeditions all day long, who else could it be?

"Abaddon! I'm going to kill you!!!"

The Lord of Iron clutched his head and screamed in agony.

"Ah!"

As for Abaddon and his black market fortress as a tribute...
They were still on their way to the point of being shot.

(End of this chapter)