"Destroy the Black Legion?"
Kayon was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.
"Hahaha! Not to mention that your eleventh legion is not even a shadow now. Even if you really rebuild the legion, you will never be able to fight against Abaddon!"
"Oh? He is an Astartes, and I am also an Astartes. Even if he has the power of the evil god, he can never defeat the Gray Marrow."
"No, you think Abaddon's biggest trump card is psychic power? Then you are wrong. When you really face him, you will know how wrong you are!"
Soshyan thought for a while. Although the Black Legion seemed far away, now that he had captured Kayon, the opponent would definitely not give up.
Maybe it won't be long before he has to face the revenge of the great traitor, so he needs to know more to be prepared.
"Then tell me what Abaddon's biggest trump card is."
"It's a sword."
"A sword?"
Kayon closed his eyes, seeming to be recalling something——
"That is a magic sword. A lot of everything we did was caused by that magic sword... Under the edge of this magic sword, the empire fell into a sea of blood, even we ourselves were bleeding like rivers, black The Legion waged a crusade to possess it, and spent endless hours slaying those who sought to take it."
"Does it have a name?"
"In Ctonian, this magic sword is called Usag, or "Oblivion," the crude language of Leo's former legion. In Nagrakari, it is called Skalavar, or "Crown Splitter." ..In the Prospero language of Tizca, the city where I was born, it is Mal-Atar-Sai "the Mad Shard", and to Nefertari's people it is Thorathel "The Thorn of Truth", mentioning its name will only be regarded as the darkest curse... But these are imperfect translations of the real name of the magic sword, because it is not forged in the ordinary world, nor shaped by ordinary hands. .”
"Is it that powerful?"
"Oh, in the wordless spiritual language of the subspace winds, in the endless roars of demon chants, its true name always echoes - Drachnion... The human mind cannot understand it as words. , because it is not a phrase, but a concept. The screams and sobs of the Eternal Song tell the inevitable death of the Emperor, and his Empire will also go extinct in ignorance and blind faith! That chorus, that concept, incarnates The origin of the devil is Drachnion, the concept that we try to express in language, but always fail. Ursag, Skalavar, Mar-Attar-Sai... they all From the same source: Drachnion, the end of the Imperium, a monster born of the faith of the Warp and created solely to slay the King of Men."
"Concept...you said it is a concept?"
"It's too profound for you. To put it simply, that being that you call Chaos, or the evil alliance, that being that we call the gods - its essence and energy do not obey us, it is not unilateral The entity that supports us is not a reliable weapon adapted to our needs.... It uses us and encourages us just to satisfy its own whims.... It is a sincere force that makes us willing The earth wears original sin outside its armor, yet it is also the essence of absolute deceit, twisting and changing itself at will in pursuit of its conflict-ridden end, formed from the memories, emotions and pain of every human being since the dawn of time. , the absolute power of conflict, and the same sufferings of countless alien races are also mixed in, allowing it to finally take shape."
Soshiyang frowned. Although he didn't completely believe what Kayon said, he was also afraid of this terrible magic weapon.
"How did Abaddon get such a powerful thing?"
"It can be used by others, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to be used by it in turn... It can accept worship or various pleas, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to bear the risk of being cursed during the ascension process. It It is the power flowing in the blood of reality. It has chosen us. It not only regards us as its toys, but also regards us as its warriors. There are so many things that are beyond words... But to be honest, it does not On our side, many of us spend our lives fighting against it, fighting against it, more than pleading with it.”
Kayon sighed softly, seeming to recall something.
"This is the Blade of Abaddon... Even though I stand alone here, carefully restrained by you, my imprisonment still brings me some comfort: it is a relief to be so far away from the Draknien."
"Is it affecting you too?"
"Even if my power has been drained, I can still hear its whispers at the edge of my consciousness, but I can no longer hear its laughter, and it no longer penetrates into the core of my essence... .It is interference, it is infection, it is a demon that tears reality apart and leaves an invisible chaos, and takes great pleasure in it. Some people say that this weapon is shaped like a long sword, just because Ezekiel wants it to adopt This appearance, I can tell you it is true... It is not a sword, it cannot even be called a monster. Among the legions, there are rumors that it is the first sword given to Abaddon by the gods. A gift to lure him into the arms of the gods, and if true, this would not be their last attempt."
"It's just demons, I'm not afraid of them."
"I told you, it's not a demon."
"what is that?"
"That is fate - it lies in Abaddon's hands."
Soshyan was not used to Kayan's way of speaking. He was silent for a moment and changed to a simple question.
"Did this thing appear after the Horus Heresy?"
"Not really.
"Then why didn't the Primarchs who rebelled earlier get it."
"Because it didn't want to help those primarchs, Abaddon was able to obtain it all thanks to the Weeping Lady."
"The Crying Lady? A witch?"
"No, her name is Moriana... You must not have imagined her identity. She was once one of the founders of the Imperial Tribunal, and the records about her have been almost completely erased. There may be clues about her to be found in the deepest shadows of Terra's palace...but there is no doubt that the poison caused by her presence has penetrated your very foundations, just as ours have been deeply affected."
Soshyan's eyes suddenly widened.
"The founder of the Inquisition...this..."
This is indeed a bombshell. If this matter spreads, the legitimacy of the Inquisition will even be shaken.
But Soshyan quickly calmed down again.
It's such a long time ago, and it's only one side of Kayon's words. Maybe it's just a demon in disguise.
"How are you sure she is the founder of the Inquisition?"
"Because... I was the one who brought her to Abaddon."
"From your tone, you seem to be a little regretful?"
Kayon chuckled.
"It's okay if you think so. In a sense, the evolution of the Black Legion also started with her."
