Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

First, Abaddon is the leader of the Chaos army, which means he is surrounded by a large group of wizards who can interpret the winds of the warp. They performed a comprehensive divination of the situation before the Gothic War broke out, all to ensure that Abaddon would have the upper hand in the invasion.

While their actions have a significant impact on the timeline, the interpretation of the prophecies of the Warp Winds is not so precise as to be accurate to the second. The wizards' style is to tell major events in the form of riddles and allegories.

As long as Abaddon's brain wasn't turned into a mindless puff by the Chaos Winds, he would definitely have a very deep impression of the Tarantis system.

The second point is the consideration of its location in the Tarantis system, which has the closest subspace passage for the Imperial Navy to jump into the Gothic Sector.

Although the star sector is currently blocked by storms and warships cannot pass through, this is not a problem for Komi, who possesses the Devil Tarot cards.

The Punisher has been wandering in the Gothic Sector for so long, yet it hasn't recruited a single navigator, relying entirely on Komi's skillful use of tarot cards to navigate in and out of the subspace.

For Komi, breaking through the storm was just a matter of effort, not an impossible task.

What Komi needs to do is declare and demonstrate his ability to break through the storm and lead the Imperial reinforcements in, the more flamboyant the better, ideally so that even the spies Abaddon has planted in the Gothic fleet know about it, and then force Abaddon to assemble his fleet and head towards the Tarantis system.

In order to achieve speed and stop Komi's actions, Abaddon will definitely send his fleet to warp in from the warp. At this time, the Gothic fleet, which is waiting in the warm-up, can occupy Mandeville point in advance and launch a head-on attack on the Chaos fleet the moment it leaves the warp. This will offset some of the Gothic fleet's numerical disadvantage.

More importantly, Abaddon could no longer prepare Blackrock Fortress in advance, and his trump card that made the Gothic Fleet most desperate could not be deployed to the battlefield in a short period of time.

Ezekiel was shocked when he heard Komi's explanation for choosing the Tarantis system as the decisive battleground. He began to think that the Gothic fleet could defeat Abaddon's fleet without the aid of the Imperial Navy, not to mention that Komi had also brought in the support of the Orcs.

However, Ezekiel still had a problem: what if Abaddon ignored the gathering of the Gothic fleet in the Tarantis system and instead focused on attacking deeper into the sector?

"He is a ruthless plunderer, as proven by his numerous Black Crusades. He only seeks to seize the wealth belonging to the Empire and transport it to the Warp to be processed into weapons for their desecration..."

Koji explained, “In the past, Abaddon would have done that. He and his legion were just bandits. When the government troops came, they would hide in the mountains, and when the government troops left, they would come down to plunder. It was impossible for them to fight us in a real battle. But this Black Expedition is different. Abaddon has made arrangements for the Gothic Sector.”

"arrange?"

"This warp storm was not randomly generated by the capricious warp, but was created by Abaddon through a ritual. He wanted to conquer the entire Gothic Sector while the storm lasted, continue the ritual, and then turn it into a bridgehead for his next war against the Imperium."

Ezekiel paused for a moment and then said, "But he can still launch an attack on the Empire from the direction of the Eye of Fear, so is Abaddon afraid of the defenses of Kadia?"

Komi thought about Abaddon's furious act of smashing Blackrock Fortress onto Kadia, and chuckled as he replied, "He probably didn't want to break a few teeth trying to bite into a tough nut. Abaddon's ultimate goal is Holy Terra."

Chapter 579: You're foul-mouthed, so I'm going to foul-mouth you back.

The Punisher landed in the Tarantis system, a system on the edge of the Gothic sector with several worlds that had been colonized by the Empire. The people there lived in luxurious peace, and the local government downplayed the Abaddon invasion in order to maintain stability.

Komi also happened to be traveling to these worlds, using his illustrious identity as a traveling merchant and a saint of the state religion to recruit people and supplies to replenish the losses of the Exterminator in the battle of Ironstar.

Ezekiel then went to his meditation room and used his psychic powers to contact Azrael, explaining his thoughts to him.

At this moment, Azrael was on the battlefield, with Samuel and some veteran Dark Angels by his side. They were on a planet stopping the invasion of the Chaos army and the Xenomorphs. The sky was dyed black by the mysterious machines of the Dark Eldar, blocking all the light emitted by the stars. The surface of the earth was plunged into deep darkness, and even the light emitted by the cheapest flashlight could be clearly seen from several kilometers away.

"Hehehe... Darkness is our camouflage, and you are sacrifices to the Lord of Night!"

Cruel voices came from all directions. Azrael and his brothers were being attacked by a squad of Chaos warriors from the Night Lords' Legion. As the voices said, darkness was their ally. Azrael had survived the siege unscathed thanks to his exceptional strength, and had even killed two cowards who only dared to hide in the darkness and mock him.

On the other side of this world lies the battlefield of the five victorious Ultramarines. After the planetary command was wiped out, they took over command, and their presence restored the courage to fight for the PDF and the Astronauts, who were plunged into fear and turmoil.

The timing of Ezekiel's psionic communication was not ideal, but Azrael would not refuse Ezekiel's call, for he knew that Ezekiel's contact with him must be inextricably linked to Saint Otto.

"Hahaha! You idiots, where did you shoot? Your eyes are as useless as glass marbles that kids in Nest City play with!"

The Night Lords continued to taunt the Dark Angels, hoping to drive them to madness and create a fatal weakness in their heavily fortified lines.

Azrael surveyed the darkness with displeasure, ordering the dark angels to hold their ground, commanding Samuel to bind the howling Azmodari, and then communicating with Ezekiel telepathically.

"The Tarantis system... Saint Otto's plan... the hope of victory... Blackrock Fortress..."

Ezekiel briefly explained the situation to Azrael, which roused the Chapter Master's anger. He then told Ezekiel that the situation they faced was quite difficult and hoped that Ezekiel could provide a solution.

Upon hearing that the world had fallen into darkness and the Dark Angel was surrounded by the Lord of Midnight, Ezekiel was also somewhat troubled. If others were there, they could naturally use their psychic powers to scan the surroundings and make the traitor nowhere to hide.

After thinking for a while, Ezekiel decided to ask Koken to see if he had any good ideas.

The warband servants serving Ezekiel fed him a concentrated beast brew, the energy of which allowed him to multitask, maintaining psionic communication and communicating with Komi via a communicator.

"What the hell? Azrael is surrounded by the Night Lords? And they're verbally abusing him?"

Koji frowned. If he were there, he would definitely use the battlefield-type spirit bird divination device to scan the surrounding situation, or he would drop a circle of beacons and wait for the fighter jets to plow through the surrounding land.

Komi's silence disappointed Ezekiel, but he could also understand that his request was indeed a bit excessive. Just as he was about to hang up, Komi hurriedly said...

"Don't hang up yet, let me seek revelation from the Savior."

"A revelation from the Savior? Is it too late?"

Ezekiel shook his head. In his understanding, connecting with a great being required a complicated process: bathing, changing clothes, burning incense, and praying for days or even months without stopping, only then was there a slight chance of hearing the Emperor's voice.

But Komi once again defied his expectations. Komi didn't leave the communicator; he simply leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and appeared to be asleep.

Could such a disrespectful attitude truly allow one to hear the Emperor's voice? Ezekiel had serious doubts about this, and he didn't know how he would feel if Komi could actually do it.

Jealousy? Jealousy that Komi could so easily gain the Emperor's attention, while other loyal subjects of the Empire never saw any comfort from the Emperor until their deaths?

However, Koji's claim of seeking revelation from the Savior was merely a pretense to deceive Ezekiel. What he truly intended to do was to send the busy Markarth of the Immaculate City to Bennett, who was also a Lord of the Night, to see how he would deal with his former comrade.

"What could make the Midnight Lord so furious he'd lose his mind?" Bennett, who wasn't wearing armor, took off his sunglasses and looked at Marcus, who was lying on a deck chair enjoying the sunshine with his beloved Hela.

Of course... that Hela was just a painting Bennett had drawn himself. In recent days, Bennett's longing for Hela had reached a point that even Antoine found somewhat chilling.

Bennett thought for a moment, then said to Marcus, “The Night Lords are a bunch of scum, scoundrels, trash. You can’t provoke them with anything, just like you can’t reason with a World Eater, except for you, of course. I’ve been called a coward and a weakling countless times in my days with other warbands, but do I look like I care?”

Marcus remained silent, recalling the words Sharon had said to Bennett a few days ago when he had lost his mind.

"Isn't that Bennett? Don't be sad for Hela. We captured quite a few demons on this campaign, including one that was possessing Leman Rustank. I showed you, the tank's exhaust pipe is about the same size as the holes in Hela's body..."

After Sharon finished speaking, he was given a severe beating by Bennett and has not recovered from the ordeal since.

So it's not that Bennett didn't care about the humiliation he received; it's just that many people missed the point.

Bennett stroked his chin, pondering what a Midnight Lord would say to anything, then gave Marcus an answer, “Perhaps… you can say those things. You Midnight Lords are a bunch of backstabbing scoundrels, masters at shoving your guts out, but that also makes you incompetent warriors. Your only value is storing those seeds for the War Gang, waiting for us to come and harvest them.”

“Is this an insult?” Markus asked, puzzled. “I feel like it’s less about their Primarchs not loving them.”

“You don’t understand Markus,” Bennett shook his head. “When the Midnight Lord appeared all alone, no one thought of taking him as a subordinate. They were just happy to have obtained two pure gene seeds. They looked at us like merchandise on a shelf. Only those who have experienced it can understand the feeling of humiliation…”

“Alright, Bennett, I understand.” Markus left in a hurry, and Komi also told Ezekiel this, so that he could pass it on to Azrael.

Chapter 580: You're a former Angry Warrior, aren't you?

He has foul breath.

This vulgar behavior is almost as old as human history. Even in the distant 40k era, the act of being foul-mouthed did not disappear; it just manifested differently in different groups.

The gangsters who roam the lowest rungs of the hive are truly foul-mouthed, their words so filthy that the judges would suspect they were cursed by the Father of the Plague.

Even within the Astral Army, which many Imperial citizens see as a force that changes lives, there is a considerable amount of profanity circulating. However, most of the language is restrained and monitored by the political commissars, maintaining sufficient aggression while ensuring that these insults do not offend the ears of important figures.

Of course, the shouts and curses of the Katachan Regiment are an exception. Their shouts and curses are full of local slang, and even the political commissar who has served in their regiment for several years cannot guarantee that he can understand the meaning of every word spoken by the Katachan people.

The Space Marines, on the other hand, have a kind of pretentious, sarcastic air about them, like literary masters. You would rarely hear a Space Marine utter such lowly, degrading words that would tarnish their honor. They would always express their disdain and contempt for their enemies with a cold attitude and a deep voice.

After all, they were not ignorant children, but powerful warriors who had undergone rigorous training and survived long wars. Their resilient minds knew that language was a weapon that could be used, not just a way to vent emotions.

If you let a gang-affiliated Astrakman and a Space Marine humiliate Abaddon at will, the latter will most likely be less aggressive than the former.

The Space Marine, leaning on his sword, looked at Abaddon, who exuded an aura of chaos, with disdain and coldly snorted.

"Disgraceful traitor, your soul has been tainted by the putrid stench of chaos, yet you still regard it as a blessing? What a ridiculous notion! Killing you will not bring me honor, but only make me agonize over the fact that my blade will be stained with your stench."

The scumbag from Chaodu casually slung his gun over his shoulder, not standing up straight, looking rather nonchalant. He first spat on the ground, then stomped on it a few times with his boots. Then, he pulled out a strung musical instrument from somewhere and started playing it.

"Hey, Horus! Why are you always frowning, you son of a bitch? Is it because you were strangled by the umbilical cord when you were born and it caused you some kind of aftereffect? ​​Luckily you've met me. My grandfather was an excellent surgeon. I can cure your unshaken brow, as long as you're willing to kneel in front of me and put the muzzle of the gun in your mouth, hahaha!"

Now, Ezekiel tells Azrael to curse the Midnight Lords, and to curse them with the vulgar words that Archangel had told him.

Ezekiel didn't know what he was thinking as he relayed these words to Azrael, but the Chapter Master of the Dark Angels Chapter was now in a puzzled silence, suspecting that Ezekiel's mind had been burned by psychic energy.

Ezekiel swore a solemn oath to Azrael, declaring that these words were revelations that the Sage Otto had sought from the Savior, and that they would help him easily defeat the Night Lords.

Hearing the laughter in the darkness, Azrael helplessly covered his face with his hands. He recalled the many miracles caused by Saint Otto, and finally made up his mind.

"Ahem... Samuel, call Azmodari over. I have a task for him." Azrael still had his pride. As a chapter leader, he shouldn't do such a thing, as it would shake his standing among the other warriors. But if it was Azmodari, who was known for his eccentricities within the chapter, who said these words, Azrael believed that the entire chapter wouldn't gossip about it.

Samuel led the furious Azmodan to Azrael. Upon hearing that Azrael wanted him to berate the traitors, Azmodan nodded without hesitation.

Before he started cursing, the Midnight Lord's taunts never stopped.

"We are the darlings of darkness! Cruel killers! Our flesh and blood have left their mark on dozens of worlds from Derek to Taka. No one can catch a glimpse of us, let alone you young, naive kittens! The warp has tempered our spirits and bodies, allowing us to endure millennia, tens of thousands of years, while you can only wither away under the baptism of time. Surrender now, and we might grant you a quick death; otherwise, you will become new materials for our art exhibition... Hehehehe..."

The Midnight Lord's voice was as piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard, and countless mortals collapsed under the fear they wove. Now it was time for them to be ravaged by Azmodari.

"Ha! Midnight Lords! You're nothing but a bunch of stray dogs, beggars who don't know where their next meal is coming from, lackeys you can gather from Abaddon's farts! What kind of Space Marines are you? Your arms are weak and powerless, you can only rely on selling your genitals to get the Emperor's Son to protect you. You dare to talk about thousands or tens of thousands of years of Warp baptism, you fight over a bottle of water that smells like disinfectant, and you fight tooth and nail for a protein bar that hasn't been infected with the plague fungus! I suspect that most of the time you don't even have water or food, and can only watch helplessly as those damned demons produce some incense for you."

Azmodan's roar made Azrael want to disappear into the ground, and the other dark angels also lowered their heads awkwardly, seemingly unwilling to associate with Azmodan.

But would Azmodari care about any of that? He only cared about whether he could vent his anger completely, and he longed for the day when the Chapter Master Azrael would let him smash the traitor's head with his priest's hammer.

"I'm truly ashamed of the gene-seeds within you... Oh, by the way, you do do one thing exceptionally well, and that's being a seed storage bag! When people see the Night Lord approaching, they don't say, 'Hey! It's the darling of darkness, the offspring of the Night King.' They just exclaim in surprise, 'Hey, I see two gene-seeds controlling a fleshy sac walking around! The warp is truly amazing!'"

Azmodan finished reciting everything Azrael had told him, and then added his own interpretation. He kept talking, but Azrael clearly sensed a significant change in the gazes cast from the darkness.

As expected, the enemy couldn't take it anymore. They became angry and hysterical, which exposed their weaknesses.

"In the name of the Night King, I will cut off your mouth and seal it in the most filthy place in the warp!" The Night Lords roared like madmen. They broke free from the darkness and charged at the Dark Angels with their blood-stained blades.

Things become much easier once you get into a fight...

Chapter 581: Excuse me, sir, would you like to learn about the Savior's revelation?

Azrael let out a soft breath, then said to Azmodari, "My brother, let them repent."

"Repent?" Azmodari, like a robot that had been given a command, immediately drew his priest's hammer and rushed out. "Repent! Repent! Repent!" The moment he engaged the enemy, he smashed the head of a midnight lord into his chest with his priest's hammer and hammer.

......

"They should have finished their work..."

Ezekiel reported the situation to Komi, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He suddenly remembered something Komi had said to him before.

"What if Abaddon is determined not to come?"

"Not coming? I have a backup plan."

"What is it?"

"Hehe, it's a secret."

Ezekiel, with a pained expression, asked Gu Jian, "Sage Otto, the insurance you mentioned earlier wasn't just about humiliating Abaddon, was it?"