bang, bang, bang
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a tall figure staggered out from the smoky interior of the Stormbird with yellow and black warning stripes. The rusty armor loomed from under the tattered cloak, and the iron boots were sticky from The soil of hundreds of worlds,
Its shoulder armor is composed of a large piece of moving gears and pistons, and the weight is supported by the inflated pistons.
Under the helmet, its face was covered with a large piece of rusted steel, with two eyepieces filled with fog. An air intake hose was inserted into the center of the face, and the oily smoke emitted formed a dirty smoke cloud around it. Draw a trail behind you.
It makes a gurgling sound every time it breathes, and with its slightly curved back, it looks surly.
However, there is undoubtedly power within that tormented body, and despite its seemingly decrepit appearance, it somehow controls everything around it.
The man held a massive power hammer, the dull sound of its roots echoing heavily every time it struck the rock, and his huge shoulders spoke of an almost cruel stoicism, one that could withstand forces that dwarfed those of his brothers. ability.
After reaching the front of the group, it stopped, hissing under its helmet.
"May the gods bless you, great Warmaster."
The warsmith spoke in a deep voice that sounded like the boiling flames of a furnace or the hiss of a rusted pistons, coming from within the power armor.
Then, the Black Legion Terminators parted ways.
The Lord of the Black Legion, the Great Predator Ezekiel Abaddon, slowly walked out.
Garmozej stared at the Warmaster and had to admit that Abaddon did have a talent that made everyone respect him and all armies begging to be led by him.
The iconic braid stands high on the top of the armor, and his head is submerged in a ball of blood-red boiling energy. The end of his right arm is a huge power claw, which emits uncontrollable killing power even when it is closed. Roar of desire.
As he moved, it seemed as if the entire galaxy's material quickly gave way to him, making him obscenely huge, and the red-gold glasses adorning his baroque armor peered out as if on purpose, observing, judging, examining.
But his own eyes were the most terrifying.
The golden eyes were surrounded by layers of pale flesh. They were a pair of eyes that had stared into the soul at the center of the abyss, a pair of eyes that had faced the shape of reality with its desperate and cruel authority.
Ezekiel Abaddon stood before the warsmith Babon Falk and held out his left hand.
"And may the gods bless you, my brother."
Babon Falk gently shook Abaddon's hand, then let go and looked around.
"Iskandar Kayan didn't come with you? I thought he was just like your shadow."
"I thought Honso was like that to you."
As soon as he heard Honso's name, Papen Falk coughed contemptuously.
"Who knows what that bastard did and where he is? I'm looking for him myself. If you happen to run into him, you must let me know."
Abaddon's gaze then flickered, his eyes moving strangely, as if he were looking at something that wasn't there, or should be there.
But Garmo Zejie felt that the other party's eyes seemed to glance at him, although Abaddon did not turn his head at all.
"I will, brother, thank you very much for your assistance this time."
"With a little effort, our contract is still valid, everything is ready, and the stage has been set."
Abaddon nodded, his face expressionless, as if his once approachable humanity had dried up and been replaced by a distant majesty.
"In the eyes of the Imperial people, it seems like I failed again."
"Those rats who live under the light of the star torch can never see the true darkness."
The Warsmith gasped and shook his head.
"When they turned their attention to the Paiji Star, we had already destroyed ten black stone creations in the Obscurity Sector."
"That's the thing. It looked like they won this battle, but it was actually a win-win - we won twice."
Abaddon whispered. He raised his head, his empty gaze sweeping across the crystalline ether above him.
"They are still fighting hard in the cobwebs we have set up."
Suddenly, his expression turned serious.
"But remember, what we are facing is not some little warlord who has a last-ditch fight. Even if he is weak, even if he is a skeleton, he is still incomparable... Can you imagine what can give birth or kill? Is there such an existence as death? To succeed, it must be foolproof, so that he will not be able to escape the punishment of the Avengers in the end... We still have a lot to do, and destroying the black stone creation is only a key step. There are still many obstacles in front of us. There are many troubles, such as Soshyan this time, he will definitely be a big trouble for us in the future."
"Then destroy him, along with his war group."
Abaddon shook his head.
"Not now. The empire is already frightened. Any action will cause it to react strongly. There are also some people..."
As he spoke, his brows wrinkled.
To this day, he still clearly remembers the uneasiness and doubt in his heart when he faced that mysterious man.
who is he?
Why are you dressed like that?
Why does it make him feel so familiar?
After leaving Pai Mao, Abaddon once locked himself in a private room for three full days just to clarify the whole thing. During this process, his eyes were always fixed on one thing——
An old object from many, many years ago, hidden in a box and memory that he almost never opens, because he saw this thing in the other person.
A silver gibbous moon medal.
This thing took him back 10,000 years ago to what was supposed to be the Twilight of Terra on the lower decks of the Vengeful Spirit.
"What's our name?"
"Lunar Wolf."
"On top of it?"
"Shadowmoon Council."
"Bathe in this moonlight, and work together as one to prove my oath until death."
"Kill for the living!"
"Kill for the dead!"
Four warriors wearing green and white armor were kneeling on the ground and roaring in unison. Between them was a round pool, with the pale reflection of a planet reflected on the water.
Then, the four warriors lowered their swords and put the sword tips against the gorget of the warrior on their left.
In addition, the other hand of each soldier holds a folded square oath ribbon. This kind of paper ribbon is usually used to record the goals that each unit wants to achieve on the battlefield. The soldiers will carry these ribbons. The belt is attached to the armor to indicate one's tactical intentions to his comrades.
The four warriors present all wrote a paragraph on the ribbon - but those words had nothing to do with honor, but a method of punishment they had drawn up for those who betrayed their oaths.
Although so many years have passed, Abaddon still remembers what someone said back then -
