Chapter 621

The bridge of the Fallen Spirit of Vengeance.

Kayan returned here thirteen minutes ago.

The battle on the Eternal Expedition was extremely intense, beyond his imagination and beyond the level he could intervene. During the entire battle, he only cast a demon summoning spell to help Yinyun descend, and spent the rest of the time standing by and watching. So when he decided to leave, no one noticed him, and no one came to stop him.

If Khayon still had some doubts in his heart when the Great Tzeentch Daemon just arrived - worrying whether a single Great Tzeentch Daemon could stop the terrifying and mysterious black-armored warrior, until he saw the half-mechanical, half-demon Warp entity descending, followed by a Great Khorne Daemon and a Great Slaanesh Daemon descending together, Khayon finally put his mind at ease.

No one can defeat two Chaos Demons at the same time, and no one can defeat three Chaos Demons in a row - especially before that, that person also slaughtered two Chaos Warbands, one of which was even full of enchanted warriors!

His physical strength seemed to have no limit, and the energy of his power armor seemed to be endless. Kayan couldn't believe that such a Space Marine really existed in the world - Kayan would rather believe that he was a subspace entity! The subspace entity generated by the hatred and desire for revenge of all loyal Space Marines was to prevent his gang of traitors from returning to the real universe.

The more Kayan thought about it, the more horrified he felt.

The dark figure lingered in his mind.

It was like the ultimate nightmare.

After waking up I still felt dizzy.

Fortunately, this nightmare will eventually pass.

"What's wrong with you, Kayon?"

The pale woman next to him asked doubtfully:

"I sensed something was wrong with you. What did you see in the Eternal Crusade after you came back? Since you've boarded the ship, why didn't you go and help Ezekel fight instead of returning to the Spirit of Vengeance alone?"

Kayan fell silent after hearing this.

He didn't know how to explain to this woman who called herself a "prophet" that she could not see anything and she knew nothing. Kayan didn't know whether Moriana would still be as blindly and firmly convinced as she was now that Ezekel was chosen by the four gods if she knew that there was such a terrifying Space Marine on that ship who would kill anyone who stood in her way.

"Molyanna..."

Kayan sighed without explaining.

Suddenly, Kayan thought again, since Moriana was so sure that Abaddon was the one blessed by the gods, then, did the Great Demons of Tzeentch, Khorne, and Slaanesh descend into the real universe at the same time to prevent the black-armored warrior from going to the bridge to disrupt the duel? Yinyun Klias once mentioned a "prophecy", so what is the prophecy?

Is there really a causal relationship?

"never mind."

Kayan shook his head. It was useless to think about this now. The black-armored warriors were left to the two Chaos Demons to deal with. Now the first thing to consider was how to win this war.

Kayan forced himself to breathe calmly, gradually calming the adrenaline rush in his body caused by witnessing those surreal, unnatural and terrifying battles.

At this time, the entire bridge was dyed blood red by the alarm lights, and the crew shouted loudly one after another. Kayan threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, raised his head and gave an order in a deep voice:

"Turn the auspex array to full power and perform a range scan of subquadrants fifty-five to fifty-nine."

"What are you looking for, Kayon?"

Moriana asked again in confusion:

"We are already engaged with the enemy."

Although the Void Prophet was not a soldier, he had some basic knowledge of space naval warfare. Now the two fleets had entered a close-range stranglehold, with boarding and shelling each other being the main themes. What was the point of moving the precious warship energy output to the detection array at this time?

"Eldar!"

Kayan gritted his teeth and said with a sullen face,

"There is an inexplicable Eldar force that has boarded the Eternal Crusade battleship. They are trying to interfere in this battle. Those damn aliens, there is no way they can appear out of thin air. The battleship must be hiding somewhere nearby."

Kayan knew that the Eldar warships possessed stealth capabilities, and as long as they did not actively open fire, it would be difficult for the Imperial Navy's detection technology to detect them. However, for that group of Eldar to board the Eternal Expedition, their warships must have come very close, and there would inevitably be flaws at such a close distance.

The Beastmen crew immediately followed his orders.

Kayan stared at the screen. In the images on the display, warships were either moving, burning, or falling apart... Kayan didn't see anything wrong, nor was there any serious situation that required his immediate attention.

He shifted his attention from the imager to the holographic device. The screen was showing a tangled mess of red and blue lines. The auspicious device tried to track and display every ship involved in the battle in all combat spheres. In addition to the conclusion that the Black Legion fleet was on the road to victory, the detection array also did not give Kayan any other additional answers.

There was no doubt that the Black Legion was slowly but surely winning the battle. For the sake of the survival of the Empire, and in order to give timely warning, Kayon guessed that the Black Templars would soon retreat. Their blockade had long been shattered, full of holes that could be breached at any time, and the Black Legion captains were slaughtering their brothers who were loyal to the throne.

"Detection array alignment."

The Machine Spirit Inamenesis replied. Her full attention was still focused on the fierce space battle, but she used part of it to operate the auspicious instrument:

"The auspicious instrument is analyzing, analyzing, analyzing... The analysis is complete. I only see a blank in the designated quadrant. There is nothing but the void."

"Sub-quadrant fifty-six, dense beam detection."

Kayan still refused to give up and continued to give orders.

Sub-quadrant 56 was far behind the Black Legion, and it was also the place they had passed through before. It was from that area that the Black Legion fleet escaped the storm in the giant eye and returned to the real universe. Many large landing ships and large transport ships that did not participate in the battle were still there, away from the ongoing fleet artillery battle. The cabins of these ships were filled with ammunition, energy, supplies, and chaotic mortal auxiliary forces composed of beastmen, mutants, and cultists. On the screen, they looked like tiny spots, and even if they were moving at full speed, it would take several minutes to reach here.

The close-quarters, fist-to-fist space battle continued, with warships of all sizes passing each other. The Machine Spirit Inamenesis vented her silent anger on a nearby enemy ship, tearing the target apart with the starboard weapon array, and then controlled the Spirit of Vengeance to slowly turn and leave. The Beastman crew members on the bridge followed Kayan's instructions and controlled the Auspex to perform dense beam detection on the coordinates he specified.

Kayan had a hunch.

The Eldar warship he was looking for.

Hidden in that void.

As expected!

Khayon watched as a large number of points of light appeared on the viewer, but surprisingly, all of them came out from the edge of the storm. At that moment, Khayon felt that he had been fooled and deceived by fate. He cursed the God of Change, and the curse was almost the same as the prayer he had once offered to Tzeentch. Khayon whispered the name, and the filthy feeling that came with it rolled behind his teeth:

"Daravek!"

The Lord of the Teleporting Army, Tagus Daravek.

Kayan originally thought that the target of the detection array scan would be one or several Eldar warships. However, just as he aimed his sights at that area, a group of Chaos fleets that were as large as the Black Legion fleet emerged from the Eye of Terror, right behind the Black Legion and in front of the logistics fleet. Kayan was like being hit by a blow at this moment.

The Parasites were following us!

Khayon had no idea how they were doing it, and his mind was filled with questions: How could the Parasites also pass through the storm? How could they pass through the storm so quickly? Did his fleet suffer losses? There were no answers to these questions. But Daravek was there, behind the Black Legion, whose fleet was struggling to break the Black Templars' blockade.

If Daravek attacked now, he could - no, he would, put an end to the Black Legion. The Parasite Legion was like a falling hammer, and the Black Templar was like a tough anvil. Under the double attack of the anvil and the hammer, the Black Legion fleet would be directly destroyed and there would be no possibility of recovery. Kayan felt his blood turning cold.

After the Black Legion was wiped out, the Parasite Legion would be able to reap the benefits, destroy the remaining Black Templar fleets, rush into the airspace of the Human Empire without hindrance, and completely take away the glory that originally belonged to the Black Legion. All the great achievements that Ezekiel Abaddon could have achieved were just to pave the way for Tagus Daravek.

Kayan ordered hurriedly:

"Contact Ezekiel immediately and ask him to—"

"Boom——"

Before he could finish his words, the battleship suddenly spun around. A powerful impact was enough to cause countless key systems on the battleship to lose power. The lights suddenly went out, and the gravity simulation system was instantly paralyzed. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly returned from the wrong direction with ten times the force. Kayan and others could no longer stand on the deck and could only fall back. Bodies flew through the dark air in the cabin, and the impact between them was enough to shatter bones. In the end, they all crashed into the bulkheads and decks of the bridge, turning into pools of meat paste.

The Machine Spirit Inamenesis screamed in the darkness. Kayan was not sure what had hit the Spirit of Vengeance, but damage reports kept coming from the microphone on the control panel.

Kayan could no longer care about so many things. He had to inform Abaddon to immediately stop the boarding operation and return to the Spirit of Vengeance, otherwise the Black Legion fleet would be wiped out.

The bridge was in chaos, and traditional means of communication were temporarily unavailable. Kayan clung to the ground, trying his best to spread his psychic perception, searching for that figure in the minds of every living Black Legion Space Marine - to see who was currently standing with the commander.

Just then, a holographic projection lit up on the bridge.

Daravek's familiar face appeared in the center of the screen, with a few strands of saliva hanging on both sides of his chin. His sick and bloated face had a ruthless and complacent smile.

"Iskander Kayan."

The Lord of the Mail Army spoke in a rhythmic tone:

"Where is Abaddon, assassin? I am here to give him one last chance. I urge you to kneel before me and respect me as the leader of the nine legions."

"I will kill you, Daravek."

Kayan gritted his teeth and said:

"I will kill you with my own hands!"

…

The upper deck of the Eternal Crusade.

The Warp demons finally left here.

Leaving behind holes and scars everywhere.

"Huh... huh... huh..."

Fu Qinghai propped his knees with his paws, head bowed, back bent, and panting violently. He raised his eyes and swept across the empty deck of the sharp ship, where a group of hungry demons had ravaged and even the corpses had been eaten up.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and looked behind him.

Saramand led a group of warriors from the Eldar tribe and stood there quietly. Although they all wore various masks, Fu Qinghai could feel that there was unspeakable shock and fear in their eyes when they looked at him.

One person banished three Chaos Demons.

This is a feat that even the Phoenix Lord has never accomplished.

There is awe in the silence that comes from the heart.

Fu Qinghai glanced at the warriors of this tribe, and felt a little surprised. Except for the few unlucky ones who were killed by the Cruel Beauty at the beginning, the number of casualties of the entire Eldar army was not very large, only one-third of the people were killed. They were facing the Khorne and Slaanesh demons at the same time. Although the two demon armies were fighting each other, this amount of casualties was indeed a bit strange.

It seemed that he saw Fu Qinghai's doubts.

Saramand raised the sword in his hand.

"Thanks to it, the Sword of Sorrow, Kavir."

Sarah Mander explains:

"Deal with each Chaos Demon with one sword."

No wonder...Fu Qinghai understood.

Saramande actually brought the Eldar artifact, the Crone Sword. This time, she took a huge risk to help him. I don't know if the Supreme Prophet agrees with her actions. Seeing the Crone Sword, Fu Qinghai unconsciously recalled the past when he and Saramande fought side by side. There was always an inexplicable tacit understanding and trust between the two, as if it started from the initial battle on the planet Loswell VII.

"I'm so tired, Sarah, I'm so tired..."

Fu Qinghai lowered his head, took a breath again and said.

Ever since the Black Legion boarded the Eternal Expedition, Fu Qinghai had been fighting non-stop. He killed all of the Screaming Masks led by Telemanon, annihilated the Possessed Warriors led by Daevarus, crippled Yinyun Klias, and exiled the King of Boiling Brass and the Disaster of the Damaged Beauty. Fu Qinghai fought his way from the prison in the lower cabin of this Glorious Queen-class battleship to the upper deck, killing, killing, killing, killing.

Almost every breath he took was a killing.

Even if he possesses endurance and physical strength beyond that of ordinary people.

He was really a little tired.

"If you are tired, stop."

Saramande walked up to him and spoke softly. The howling banshee took off the hideous mask on her face, revealing a distressed look. She raised a hand and gently inserted it into Fu Qinghai's messy black hair. The roots of the hair were soaked with sweat and blood scabs. Saramande stroked Fu Qinghai's head and persuaded him:

"Come with me, Qingshan, come back to the Ark World with me. If Chaos is destined to break through this cage, you have done enough for it. Let's leave here."

"No."

Fu Qinghai shook his head and straightened up with difficulty.

"No matter how the blue turkey swears, I must see it. I must see it with my own eyes."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai put on his helmet again and walked towards the elevator shaft with a slightly staggering step.

Saramand stared at his back.

After a moment, Fu Qinghai turned back and said in a deep voice:

"Get out of here, Sarah, get out of here."

"This is not your fight."

…

Passing through several broken gangways in succession.

Fu Qinghai finally stepped onto the bridge.

The place was in a mess, and there was no sign of any living mortal crew members. The dashboards and display boards were in tatters, with broken bodies and flesh hanging on them, and blood flowing everywhere... The metal equipment boxes were covered with dense bullet holes and gaps left by explosions, sparks burst out from the broken wires, and black oil dripped from the stopped gears.

The imagined sounds of fierce fighting did not appear.

There was an eerie silence and tranquility throughout the bridge.

Fu Qinghai strolled among the ruins.

His eyes swept over the bodies of every Space Marine.

He never found the person he was looking for.

Finally, he raised his head when he felt something in his heart.

His eyes passed through the gaps between the piles of corpses in the ruins.

Fu Qinghai saw that scene.

The "destined" scene.

Sigismund lay on the floor, like a corpse, his body broken in two, but he was still alive. Abaddon knelt beside him like an apothecary, a black sword stuck in his chest, almost piercing his entire chest cavity and into the back armor. Abaddon was trembling all over, trying his best to keep breathing with his damaged three lungs.

Fu Qinghai slowly stopped where he was.

He looked into Sigismund's face.

At this moment, the old man, whose face was cracked by the lines left by time, finally looked back at all his past years. He stared blankly upward at the magnificent dome of the bridge, his eyes raised high, as if he was reverently looking at the Lord of Humanity sitting on the golden throne. However, his palms were still shaking and twitching, trying to find the sword that fell on the ground.

"Don't."

Abaddon muttered in a brotherly tone, ignoring the fact that his own blood was gushing out and his chest was heaving:

"Don't be like this, Sigismund... It's over, you've already lost, just sleep well."

The fingertips of the black swordsman wrapped in gloves were still scratching the hilt of the long sword beside him, so close, but so weak that he couldn't even get through this last bit of distance. His face had turned into the grayish blue of a newly dead person due to lack of blood, but he was still breathing weakly.

"Sigismund," Abaddon whispered, his lips darkened by his own blood. "This claw has killed two Primarchs, and once wounded the Emperor to the point of death. I could have spared it the taste of your blood, if only you could see what I see."

The body before him, once the chief captain of the Imperial Fists and the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars, had blood in his mouth and his cheeks twitched as he spoke the last words of his life through gritted teeth, as if to ensure that every word in the sentence remained trembling and confidently clear.

"You will die like your weak father. Broken-hearted, without honor, crying, shameful and vile."

These were Sigismund's last words and his last gasps. He sighed and his soul died.

Fu Qinghai witnessed this scene quietly.

"Haha. Hahahaha…"

Fu Qinghai suddenly laughed.

The Lord of Change racked his brains and tried his best, setting up layers of obstacles and countless difficulties, and finally succeeded in making this scene happen. Everything ended up as it was in the original history, and Sigismund died in front of Abaddon.

Hearing laughter coming from the ruins, Abaddon and the Terminator Guards around him turned their heads and looked over. They saw a strange and mysterious black-armored Space Marine standing in the ruins filled with smoke and sparks.

At the same time, Kayan, who was far away on the Spirit of Vengeance, finally found the Lightless Blade Guards on the bridge with his psychic perception. The Thousand Sons Sorcerer immediately possessed a Chaos Space Marine and saw the scene in the bridge through his eyes, including Sigismund's body and the ancient demon-like black-armored warrior standing alone in the ruins.

"Ah!!!"

Kayan was so frightened that his heartbeat slowed down.

He's still alive, he's still alive!

The blood of the gods.

Two Chaos Demons have arrived...

Why is he still alive? ?

Ignoring the resistance coming from the Chaos Space Marine's mind, Kayan forced his psychic tentacles into his brain, controlled his mouth and shouted:

"Ezekel, leave here immediately and return to the Spirit of Vengeance. Daravek is coming, the Parasite Legion is coming! Also, don't get close to that thing in front of you!"

Abaddon and his men were confused.

Fu Qinghai raised a hook and pointed it at them:

"Ezekel Abaddon, I want you dead."

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(End of this chapter)