The first to enter was Abaddon's personal guard and bodyguard, Falchus Kibre.
He was once the First Captain of the Sons of Horus, leading the elite Gastarin Terminator team led by captain Ezekiel Abaddon. In other words, he was Abaddon's old superior in the past.
But all this changed after the Great Heresy. When the Sons of Horus took the body of the original body and hid back in the Eye of Terror, they were besieged by other legions. Not only was the last stronghold captured, but the body of the original body was snatched away. , the former legion was also torn apart.
Falkus Kibre has been committed to restoring the glory of the Legion, so he began to search for the Legion's missing flagship, the Vengeful Spirit. In the process, he and his subordinates became possessed warriors due to accidents.
However, unlike most possessed warriors, Falkus Kibre's mind was not occupied by demons. He endured tenaciously and used the power of Khayon and others to find the Soul of Vengeance and the person who possessed the Soul of Vengeance at the time. Abaddon.
Falkus Kibre pledged his allegiance to Abaddon immediately upon meeting him, and the Despoiler formed the Black Legion, destroying the Emperor's Children's fortress and slaying the clones of Horus.
As one of the founders of the Black Legion, Falkus is now not only Abaddon's personal choice, but also the leader of the Black Legion Terminator elite known as the "Bringer of Despair" and a practical high-level figure in the Legion.
After hearing the announcement of the Warmaster's arrival, everyone quickly stood in a loose circle, gathering but keeping their distance from each other and following an informal order.
Soon, in the shadow of the dim passage, a huge body appeared in everyone's sight.
The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the crimson Ktonian gangster-style braid, and then there is the black terminator of Gastalin, which was decorated with the wide-open Eye of Horus, but it has undergone a series of improvements and adjustments and has become It's completely different from the original.
However, Abaddon is very special. He refuses to use armor slaves. Abaddon does not allow anyone else to maintain or adjust his black armor. All the souvenirs hanging on it are hammered into the armor by himself. Ornaments and talismans were designed and carved by himself, repair patches and reinforcements made by his own hands.
The only thing he allows others to assist is wearing armor. After all, even a demigod has no choice when it comes to putting on ceramite armor and getting it in place. He must let machines and slaves help him put on armor.
Some see this as a sign of Abaddon's overly paranoia, but others see it as some sort of hands-on charisma.
Rumors about Abaddon are always full of contradictions.
The characteristics of Abaddon are far from simple. A huge power claw is set on his left arm. The claw body is a silver blade with a vaguely visible arc. Each one looks like a deadly scythe.
A double-barreled bolter was mounted on the gauntlet. A hungry brass demon was carved next to the eerie loading port. Scratches and dents covered the black surface.
Here is the Claw of Horus, the weapon of the former great traitor Horus.
Even when it is not activated, it still exudes a deadly, evil, and cruel aura. From the deadly blade to the black muzzle on its back, the Claw of Horus viciously threatens all lives present, with a strange spiritual halo. Emitting from the surface of the blade, it is dry, hot, and suffocating, oppressing the nerves of everyone who stares at it.
"You all seem to be in good spirits."
Abaddon's skin showed a strange reddish color under some evil aura, and his golden eyes scanned every Chaos Lord present, finally settling on Erquessos.
"Equisos, don't always waste your energy on meaningless things."
The Khorne champion groaned and made no response.
Meetings between legion commanders had always been Abaddon's attempt to bring order out of chaos. At meetings, officers and lords could discuss supply lines, resources, formations, numbers, combat objectives, combat responsibilities, and more.
In short, he has been trying to get the Black Legion to work and think like a warband, rather than like a group of leaders of different warbands.
Each warrior was therefore able to speak and contribute in his own area, while Abaddon, as the presiding officer, would usually remain silent accordingly, as he understood the value of allowing subordinate commanders to exercise their authority and encouraged them compete with each other.
The Lords were driven, not only to perform in front of Abaddon to win his uncommon praise, but more importantly to outperform other warbands in performance and effectiveness, in order to win the Warmaster's favor.
Everyone knows that Abaddon is stingy with praise, but one thing is undeniable: those who can suppress conflicts within their own warbands, whether through charm, murder, or challenging rituals, and those who can perform reliably and deservingly in battle. Those who are trustworthy and will not give up their battle plans due to greed derived from blood or the call of the corresponding gods will, without exception, be rewarded the most.
They were assigned positions of honor during every assault, and Abaddon tended 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 beginning everyone was blaming the fleet commander for his poor combat performance, which quickly turned into accusations between lords and officers.
This was not what Abaddon wanted, so he decided to host the meeting himself.
"Do you think our current situation is terrible?"
No one answered, but everyone's eyes represented their respective attitudes.
Few people seemed optimistic.
A smile appeared on Abaddon's face, and then he stretched out his free right hand, and a planet image appeared in the center of the table in the hall.
"The ones coming this time are just the Dark Angels, Astral Knights, White Templar and a small number of Gray Knights. Their strength is far inferior to ours."
Soon, the logos of the three war groups appeared in the orbit of the planet.
Although Aincrad Speer was defeated, he also passed all the information he knew to Abaddon, so the Predator already knew the enemy he was facing.
"The commander this time must be that young boy Azrael."
A cruel smile appeared on Abaddon's face.
"The reconnaissance force has learned that Azrael has announced that the remaining Imperials on the planet will be evacuated first. This is good, very good."
Upon hearing this, Dram Korda's purple eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, we can't let him succeed."
"The opponent's troops are not as strong as ours, but they have absolute air and orbital superiority. We must use the underground network to maneuver, constantly restrict Azrael's evacuation actions, and slowly consume their troops."
It was obvious that Abaddon had made a corresponding plan, and everyone knew that this was not a discussion, but an order.
"We have to keep them busy so that we can delay them on the planet. Ha, do they think they really won the naval battle if they won it?"
At this time, Telemanon suddenly spoke:
"There is also Soshyan Alexei from the Astral Knights. Khayon may very well have fallen into his hands. What if he is the one commanding?"
No one responded, and for a moment, the atmosphere was a little strange. Yi Gesemmo closed his eyes tightly, as if he was meditating.
Everyone believes that it was precisely because of Kayon's disappearance that he achieved his current status.
Abaddon shook his head.
"The arrogant Dark Angel will not accept orders from others. Soshyan and his like are nothing more than unknown people. Winning a Huron victory by chance can't prove anything. But you reminded me that if we can capture him alive after the war, we might be able to find out. The whereabouts or ending of Khayon.”
The big predator said, looking at Igosemo.
"What's the response from that thing?"
The wizard shook his head.
"There is no response yet. I guess its power has not recovered yet. Once it recovers, it should agree to our request. After all, it will still be unable to leave this world without destroying it."
"Tell it, I only give it a week, my patience is limited."
"Warmaster, those conditions..."
"You go take care of these things. I have a lot to do, so I have to focus on fighting."
As he spoke, the dark overlord suddenly sighed.
"If Khayon was still here, how could a demon have the guts to negotiate terms with us."
Igosemo just pretended not to hear, bowed and whispered calmly:
"Yes, I'll talk to it right away."
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