"We should adhere to the virtues formed since the founding of the Legion, help soldiers recognize themselves and resist evil. We need to fulfill our duties, uphold goodness and reason and make suggestions to the original body, urging them to always be fair and wise... .....In the past, we viewed the Milky Way too simply and firmly believed that there was an insurmountable wall between good and evil. But the lesson Terence taught us is that there is only one barrier between good and evil. There is a thin line. Anyone may cross this line on a specific occasion, even us are no exception! If one day, we fall into some kind of blind self-confidence, thinking that it is impossible for us to fall into evil, and everything we say and do is righteous. ——That means we have lost the ability to distinguish between good and evil, and it means that we are not far from falling."
Looking at the oath once engraved on the silver medal of the gibbous moon, Abaddon remembered the eyes of the person who said these words at that time, and couldn't help but fall into the memories of the past for three whole days.
Then, when he left his chamber, he became the Avenger, the Despoiler, the Warmaster once more.
Pulling his thoughts out of his memories, Abaddon said to the war blacksmith in front of him:
"I need to take some time to figure out some things, and we won't have any big events until those things are sorted out."
"If this is your arrangement, I have no problem with it."
"By the way, how is your original body doing now?"
Baben Falk stiffened for a while, then shook his head and responded in a low voice:
"It's still the same as before. Even if the legion is fragmented, he won't cast a glance. The last time I saw him was four hundred years ago."
Abaddon stretched out his hand and put it on the other man's shoulder.
"Brother, the era of the original body is over, we will create our own era!"
Baben Falk said nothing, just nodded slightly.
Then Abaddon turned and looked at those outside the circle.
"Let me introduce to you, this is my good friend, the war blacksmith Babon Falk. We fought side by side in the Great Crusade."
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at Kranon.
"This is the leader of the Scarlet Slayer, Kranon the Merciless. You must have heard of his name."
Looking at Kranon, Babon Falk raised his chin with slight contempt.
"Nice to meet you, ruthless one, and may that terrible curse leave you."
Kranon smiled ferociously, showing his sharp teeth, and replied without any kindness:
"And may the steel in you never decay, Warsmith."
Abadon introduced a few more people one after another, all of whom were mercenaries or allies hired by him, and then his finger stopped in the direction of Garmo Zejie.
"That's the representative of Huron, named Garmo Zejie. His contribution to this battle is not small."
"People from Huron?"
Babon Falk looked at Garmozejie, and then shook his head.
"You used to be from the Empire, right?"
Among the Chaos Space Marines, this kind of questioning is almost insulting, especially for those warriors who have defected from the loyal chapter. This kind of behavior is enough to draw a sword, which shows that the war blacksmith has a deep love for Garmor. Zejie's contempt.
At least he was polite to Kranon, but there was no doubt that Garmo Zejie was a small character worth mentioning in his eyes.
Garmo Zejie clenched his gloves tightly, but there was a natural smile on his face.
"I have found my way back and embraced the truth of the galaxy."
Baben Falk snorted and said nothing.
In this way, the meeting between Abaddon and the Warsmith ended, and then the two parties parted ways, with Abaddon returning to his lair in the Eye of Terror, while the Warsmith headed off to his next plunder target.
But the two parties agreed that they would jointly carry out a big move in the near future.
Not long after Abaddon returned to the Vengeful Spirit, he received a request for an audience from Garmo Zejie.
Five hours later, on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon looked at Garmo Zejie who had succumbed to his feet, his expression unmoved.
"Huron is my ally, and he can also be regarded as my good brother——"
Abaddon sighed suddenly and absentmindedly flexed the claws in his hands.
"...We burned the oath paper in front of the altar of the gods, and concluded the alliance under the eyes of the gods, but you want to betray him, and you want me to betray him. This makes me very embarrassed."
Garmo Zejie pressed his forehead against the cold floor and whispered:
"I only want to serve the true master of the Eye of Terror."
"Ha, I can understand, but not to mention Huron himself, a capricious villain, what do you think your value is? Although Igethemer is dead, you have to understand that there is no shortage of wizards around me. All you need to do is wave your hand. Whether it's the Wizard Planet or somewhere else, there are many wizards who are much more powerful than you who are willing to join me. Even Ahriman...I have enough chips to let you. He does things for me.”
"Warmaster, I am—"
"You are a descendant of the Second Legion."
Abaddon interrupted Garmozej.
"Ahriman has told me."
Then, the Chaos Warmaster smiled softly.
"A dead remnant of a disappeared legion doesn't have much value in my eyes. You have to understand this. There is nothing rare about the Second Legion. Just like the Thousand Sons, a fragmented legion, no matter how glorious it was in the past, will not be able to survive in the face of reality. They are all worthless, not to mention you are not even as good as the Thousand Sons."
"What about the two-"
Before he finished speaking, Abaddon suddenly grabbed Garmo Zejie's neck with his non-clawed hand.
"You want to say Legion 11?"
This was the first time that Garmo Zejie showed surprise in front of Abaddon. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"I just thought there was something wrong with Soshyan and the Astral Knights before, but the battle report from Einglasper allowed me to finally confirm this matter. This is why you are still alive after saying those words just now. .”
Abadon smiled at Garmozej, then raised his paw, and a holographic image appeared in his paw, which was the face of Soshyan Alexei.
"I have met Soshyan, do you believe it?"
"What--"
"In other words, I have seen his face a long time ago... In Fabius's dirty laboratory, I also killed the owner of that face with my own hands."
Garmozej's eyes widened, and he finally realized the meaning of what Abaddon said.
"So--"
Abaddon shook his head, let go of his hand, and threw Garmozej back to the ground.
"Sorry, I haven't met you, so I know you hate Soshyan very much, but... you may not be able to surpass him in your life."
Garmo Zejie gritted his teeth and could not say a word.
"What? Not convinced?"
Abaddon smiled and raised his paw at the other party.
"Come, I'll give you a chance to defeat me, then I will naturally accept you."
"this--"
Garmo Zejie was stunned, but Abaddon completely ignored his attitude, but turned around and shouted loudly:
"Don't interfere!"
These words were obviously meant for those Terminator bodyguards.
Then, he turned his attention back to Garmo Zejie who was a little overwhelmed.
"You have only one chance, defeat me, or I defeat you, in which case I will send a traitor's head to Huron and deepen our friendship."
As he spoke, he waved his hand towards one of the Terminators.
"Your sword."
The other party immediately sent the sword over, which was a power sword.
"Remember, you only get one chance."
