The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The first to enter is Abaddon's guard and bodyguard, Falcus Kibre.

　　He was once a company commander of the son of Horus, leading the elite Gastarin Terminator squad led by captain Izekiel Abadon. In other words, he was the old superior of Abaddon.

But all this changed after the Great Rebellion. When the sons of Horus took the corpse of the Primarch into the Eye of Fear, they were besieged by other legions. Not only were the last strongholds captured, but the body of the Primarch was taken away. , The Legion of the past is also torn apart.

　　Falcus Kibre has been working on restoring the Legion’s prosperity, so he began to look for the Legion’s missing flagship, the Soul of Vengeance, and in the process became an enchanted warrior due to an accident and his subordinates.

However, unlike most enchanted warriors, Falcus Kibre’s mind was not occupied by demons. He stubbornly survived, and with the help of Kayang and others, he found the soul of vengeance and the soul of vengeance at the time. Abaddon.

　　Falcus Kibray swore allegiance as soon as he encountered Abaddon, and then the Great Predator formed the Black Legion, destroyed the fortress of the Emperor's Son, and killed the clones of Horus.

　　As one of the founders of the Black Legion, Falcus is now not only Abaddon’s pro-choice, but also the leader of the Black Legion Terminator elite known as the "Brother of Despair" and a practical high-level figure in the Legion.

　　 After hearing the announcement of Zhan Shuai's arrival, everyone quickly stood in a loose circle, although they gathered but kept their distance from each other, and followed an informal set of order.

　　 Soon, in the shadow of the dim passage, a huge body appeared in everyone's sight.

The most conspicuous is the crimson Catonia gangsta braid, and then the black terminator that used to be Gastarin. It is decorated with the wide eye of Horus, but it has undergone a series of improvements and adjustments. It has to be completely different from the original.

However, Abaddon is very special. He refuses to use armor slave labor. Abaddon does not allow anyone else to maintain and adjust his black armor. All the memorabilia hung on him are hammered into the armor by himself. The ornaments and talismans are designed and carved by him, and the repair patches and reinforcement accessories are made by his own hands.

　　 The only thing he allows others to assist is to wear armor. After all, even a demigod, there is no choice when it comes to wearing pottery steel armor and putting it in place. Machines and slave workers must assist him in wearing armor.

　　 Some people think this is a symbol of Abaddon’s over-suspicion, but others think it’s a kind of charisma that the leader personally made.

　　 The rumors about Abaddon are always like this, full of contradictions.

　　 And Abaddon’s characteristics are far from simple. A huge power claw is placed on his left arm. The claw is a silver blade with a faintly visible arc. Each one is like a fatal giant sickle.

　　 A double-barreled arrow gun was installed on the hand guard. A hungry brass demon was engraved next to the gloomy loading port, and the black surface was covered with scratches and dents.

　　 Here is the claw of Horus, the weapon of the former traitor Horus.

Even when it is not activated, it still exudes a deadly, evil, and cruel breath. From the deadly blade to the black muzzle on the back, the claws of Horus threaten all the lives present, a strange psychic halo. Emanating from the surface of the blade, it was dry, scorching, and suffocating, pressing on the nerves of all those who stared at it.

　　 "Everyone seems quite energetic."

　　 Abaddon's skin showed a strange reddish under a certain evil aura, and his golden eyes swept across every Chaos Lord present, and finally froze on Uquithos.

　　 "Equisos, don't always waste your energy on meaningless places."

　　 The fear of abuse champion snorted and did not respond.

　　 The meeting between legion commanders has always been Abaddon’s effort to organize disorder into order. At the meeting, officers and lords can discuss supply lines, resources, formations, numbers, combat objectives, combat responsibilities, and so on.

　　 In short, he has been trying to make the Black Legion work and think like a combat team, not like the leaders of a group of different war gangs.

Therefore, every soldier can speak and contribute in his own field, and Abaddon, as the host of the meeting, usually keeps silent accordingly, because he understands the value of letting the sub-commanders exercise their authority and encourages them Compete with each other.

　　 The lords were driven not only to perform in front of Abaddon to win his unusual praise, but more importantly, to outperform other war gangs in performance and role, so as to win the favor of the war coach.

Everyone knows that Abaddon is stingy with praise, but one thing is unquestionable: those who can suppress the internal conflicts of their own war gang, whether by charm, murder, or challenge rituals, and those who can be reliable and worthy in battle. People who trust and will not abandon their battle plan because of blood-derived greed or the call of the corresponding gods are the most often rewarded without exception.

　　 Every time they assault, they will be assigned to a position full of honor, and Abaddon also tends to rely on them to ensure victory.

　　 These people are the backbone of the Dark Legion.

　　 But the atmosphere of today's meeting was not good, because from the very beginning, everyone accused the fleet commander of being unfavorable in combat, and then quickly became an accusation between the lord and the officer.

　　 This is not what Abaddon wanted, so he decided to preside over the meeting himself.

　　 "Do you think we are in a bad situation now?"

　　 No one answered, but everyone's eyes represented their respective attitudes.

　　 Few people seem very optimistic.

　　 A smile appeared on Abaddon's face, and then stretched out his free right hand, and a planetary image immediately appeared in the center of the table in the hall.

　　 "This time it is only dark angels, astral knights, white temples and a small number of gray knights. Their strength is far inferior to ours."

　　 Soon, the signs of the three battle groups appeared on the orbit of the planet.

　　Although Ain Glaspel was defeated, he also passed on all the information he knew to Abaddon, so the Great Predator already knew the enemy he was going to face.

　　 "This time the commander must be Azriel's hairy boy."

　　 A cruel smile appeared on Abaddon's face.

　　 "The reconnaissance forces have learned that Azriel has announced that he will first evacuate the remaining imperial people on the planet. This is very good, very good."

　　 Upon hearing this, Drum Korda's purple eyes suddenly lit up.

　　 "Yes, I can't let him succeed."

　　 "The opponent's forces are not as good as ours, but they have absolute air and orbital advantages. We must use the underground network to maneuver, constantly contain Azriel's evacuation, and slowly consume their forces."

　　 Obviously, Abaddon has worked out a corresponding plan. Everyone knows that this is not a discussion, but an order.

　　 "We must keep them exhausted, so that we can prolong them on the planet, ha, they think that if the naval battle is won, they really won?"

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　　 "There is also Soshyan Alexei of the Astral Knights, and Kayan is likely to be planted in his hands. What if he is in charge?"

　　 No one responded. For a while, the atmosphere was a little strange, and Igor Semo closed his eyes tightly, as if he was meditating.

　　 Everyone thinks that it is because of Kayang's disappearance that he has his status today.

　　 Abaddon shook his head.

"The arrogant dark angel will not accept the command of others. Soshyang and his like are no more than unknown people. Luckily winning a Huron won't prove anything, but you reminded me that if you can catch him alive after the war, you might know. The whereabouts or ending of Kayang."

　　 The Great Predator said, looking at Yggothimo.

　　 "What's the response to that thing?"

　　 The wizard shook his head.

　　 "There is no response yet. I guess its power has not recovered. Once it is restored, it should agree to our request. After all, it will still be unable to leave the world if it does not destroy it."

　　 "Tell it, I only give it a week, and my patience is limited."

　　 "War commander, those conditions..."

　　 "You do these things, I have a lot of things, so I have to focus on combat."

　　 said, the dark overlord suddenly sighed.

　　 "If Kayang is still there, how can a demon have the courage to negotiate terms with us."

　　 Igor Semo just pretended not to hear, and bowed quietly and whispered:

　　 "Yes, I will talk to it right away."

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