The first one to enter was Abaddon's personal guard and bodyguard, Falkus Kibrey.
He was once the first company commander of the son of Horus, leading the elite Gastalin Terminator team led by captain Isakyle Abaddon. In other words, he was the old superior of Abaddon in the past.
However, all this changed after the Great Rebellion. When the Son of Horus took the Primarch's body back to the Eye of Fear, they were besieged by other legions. Not only was the last stronghold captured, but the Primarch's body was stolen, and the former legion was also divided.
Falkus Kibrey has been committed to restoring the grand scene of the Legion, so he began to look for the missing flagship of the Legion, the Revenge Soul, and in the process, he became an enchanted warrior due to accident and his subordinates.
However, unlike most enchanting warriors, Falkus Kibray's thinking was not occupied by the demons. He stood up tenaciously and used the power of Kayang and others to find the soul of revenge and Abaddon, who had the soul of revenge at that time.
Falkus Kibrey swore allegiance as soon as he met Abaddon. Then the Great Raiders formed a Black Legion, destroyed the fortress of the Son of the Emperor, and killed the clones of Horus.
As one of the founders of the Black Legion, Falcus is now not only Abaddon's personal choice, but also the leader of the Black Legion Terminator elite known as the "Messenger of Despair". He is a practical senior figure in the Legion.
After hearing the announcement of the arrival of the general Zhan, everyone quickly stood in a loose circle, and although they gathered, they kept a distance from each other and followed an informal sequence.
Soon, a huge body appeared in everyone's sight in the dim shadow of the passage.
The most conspicuous one is the red Ktoneniya gangster-like sky-sky braid, and then the black terminator of Gastalin, which is decorated with the wide open Eye of Horus, but it has undergone a series of improvements and adjustments, becoming completely different from the original one.
However, Abaddon was a little special. He refused to use armor slave labor. Abaddon did not allow anyone else to maintain and adjust his black armor. All the souvenirs hung on him were hammered into the armor by himself, accessories and talismans were designed and carved by himself, and repair patches and reinforcement accessories were made by his own hands.
The only thing he allowed others to help was to wear armor. After all, even demigods had no choice when wearing pottery steel armor and preparing them in place. Machines and slave workers had to help them wear armor.
Some people think this is a symbol of Abaddon's overly suspiciousness, but others think it is a charm that the leader does himself.
Rumors about Abaddon are always like this, full of contradictions.
The characteristics of Abaddon's body are far from that simple. A huge power claw was placed on his left arm. The claws were silver blades, with a vaguely visible curve, and each one seemed like a fatal giant sickle.
A double-tube blaster was installed on the handguard, and a hungry brass demon was carved beside the gloomy bullet hole, with scratches and dents covering the black surface.
This is the weapon of Horus' Claw, the former great traitor Horus.
Even when it is not activated, it still emits a deadly, evil, and cruel breath. From the deadly blade to the black muzzle on its back, the claw of Horus viciously threatens all life present, and a strange psychic halo emits from the surface of the blade, dry, scorching, suffocating, oppressing the nerves of all those who are staring at it.
"You all look quite energetic."
Abaddon's skin showed a strange redness under some evil aura. His golden eyes swept across every Chaos Lord present, and finally freeze on Equisus.
"Equisos, don't always waste your energy in meaningless places."
The terror champion groaned and did not respond.
The meeting between the commanders of the Legion has always been Abaddon's attempt to sort out disorder into order. At the meeting, officers and lords can discuss supply lines, resources, formations, quantities, combat goals, combat responsibilities, etc.
In short, he has been trying to make the Black Legion work and think like a combat team, not like leaders of a group of different war gangs.
Therefore every warrior can speak and contribute in his own field, and Abaddon, as the host of the conference, usually remains silent accordingly because he understands the value of allowing the secondary commanders to exercise their authority and encourages them to compete with each other.
The lords were driven not only to show their performance in front of Abaddon to win his unusual praise, but more importantly, they surpassed other war gangs in their performance and role, so as to win the favor of war coaches.
Everyone knows that Abaddon is stingy with praise, but one thing is unquestionable: those who can suppress their own internal conflicts in the Gang, whether by charm, murder, or challenge rituals, and those who can perform reliable and trustworthy in battle and do not give up their combat plans without exception because of greed from blood or the call of the corresponding gods, are most often rewarded.
Each attack, they are assigned to a position full of honor, and Abaddon tends to rely on them to ensure victory.
These people are the backbone of the Dark Legion.
But the atmosphere of this meeting today was not good, because from the beginning, everyone was accusing the fleet commander of being unfavorable in combat, and then it quickly turned into accusations between the lord and the officer.
This was 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 own attitudes.
Few people seemed optimistic.
A smile appeared on Abaddon's face, then his empty right hand stretched out, and a planet image then appeared in the center of the table in the hall.
"This time they came just the Dark Angels, the Knights of the Astral Realm, the White Church, and a small number of gray knights. Their troops are far less powerful than us."
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Although Irongrasper was defeated, he also passed on all the information he knew to Abaddon, so the Great Predator was already well aware of the enemy he was facing.
"The commander this time must be that young boy Azriel."
A cruel smile appeared on Abaddon's face.
"The reconnaissance forces have learned that Azriel announced that he would first evacuate the remaining imperial people on the planet, which is very good, very good."
At the moment of hearing this, Dram Korda's purple eyes lit up.
"Yes, he can't be allowed to succeed."
"The opponent's troops are not as strong as ours, but they have absolute air and orbit advantages. We must use the underground network to maneuver, constantly restrain Azriel's evacuation and slowly consume their troops."
Obviously, Abaddon has formulated a corresponding plan, and everyone knows that this is not a discussion, but an order issuing.
"We have to keep them running so that we can delay them on the planet, ha, they think that if they win the naval battle, they will really win?"
At this moment, Teremanon suddenly spoke:
"And the Astral Knight Soshyan Alexey is here, and Kayan is likely to fall into his hands. What if he is commanding?"
No one responded, and for a moment, the atmosphere was a little strange, and Igosermo's eyes were closed, as if he was meditating.
Everyone thinks that it is precisely because of Kayang's disappearance that he has today's status.
Abaddon shook his head.
"The arrogant dark angel will not accept the command of others. Soshiyang and others are just unknown people. It is impossible to prove anything after winning Huron by chance. But you reminded me that if you can capture him alive after the war, you may know the whereabouts or endings of Kayang."
The Great Raider said, looking at Igosermo.
"What's the response to that thing?"
The wizard shook his head.
"There is no response yet. I guess its power has not been restored. Once it is restored, it should agree to our request. After all, if it does not destroy it, it will still not be able to leave the world."
"Tell it, I'll only give it one week, and my patience is limited."
"Mr. War, those conditions..."
"You can do these things. I have a lot of things to do. We must focus on combat."
As he said that, the dark overlord suddenly sighed.
"If Kayang is still there, how can a demon have the courage to negotiate with us?"
Igosermo bowed quietly and whispered:
Chapter completed!