Chapter 396 – The Savior: Whoa, A Golden Legend—Fabius Bile’s Laboratory!
Eye of Terror.
A howling vortex storm surged through the Warp, its chaotic energy tearing everything apart.
Such a terrifying Warp catastrophe could cause any vessel that dared enter to be lost forever, or even be shredded and corroded into twisted, maddened ferric abominations.
Yet within the maelstrom, the vague outlines of massive warships could be seen.
They stood tall within the Warp storm, ramming through chaotic tides. Even the twisted ferric abominations that pounced at them were reduced to ashes under the barrage of fire.
They were the warships of the Chaos Warlord—Abaddon's Omen-class Ark Fleet.
After paying a steep price to break free from the Regent's Indomitable Crusade Fleet, they returned to the Eye of Terror at maximum speed.
No sooner had they arrived than Abaddon received even more unsettling reports about the Savior and the so-called Chaos Reaver.
That individual had already raided several territories and was now drawing dangerously close to his planet.
This filled Abaddon with rage.
He already had enmity with the Savior, and now the man dared to use the title "Chaos Reaver" to pillage even the Black Legion's holdings?
For ten thousand years, he had always been the one raiding others. And now, this Chaos Reaver had dared to rob him—and had an even catchier title at that!
What a direct provocation to the Great Reaver himself!
Enraged, Abaddon took the risk of leading his fleet directly through the Warp storm to cut through a shortcut, racing to intercept the Savior at Savadore.
Not only that, he issued a strong, thunderous call to arms to all Chaos forces:
"Those who willingly allow themselves to be pillaged and refuse to fight are cowards without honor—unworthy of any respect!"
These were Abaddon's words.
It was unacceptable that the Eye of Terror had been left to burn under the raids of a mere upstart Reaver during his absence.
But now, the Chaos Warlord, the Great Reaver, had returned.
He would lead this war, end the life of the so-called Savior and Reaver, and all who joined the battle would be handsomely rewarded.
After issuing this kingly proclamation, Abaddon summoned his most trusted warriors.
His previous strike against the Dalovar System was supposed to be a swift raid—yet due to the Regent's unexpected arrival, it had turned into a large-scale war.
That battle was now over.
But a far greater war lay ahead.
The Reaver's allied fleet was not large—far smaller than the Regent's First Indomitable Crusade Fleet—but was far more dangerous.
They had struck at the heart of the Black Legion at the perfect moment—piercing its core while defenses were down.
If not destroyed swiftly, not only would the Legion lose priceless treasures, its reputation would suffer a crippling blow.
...
Core of the Mechanized Forge.
Seated on the throne of blackened metal, Abaddon swept his gaze across his closest lieutenants.
Farcus Kaebo, clad in viciously spiked black Terminator armor and wielding a thunder hammer radiating sheer destruction—his most trusted warrior.
He had once led a force deep into the Eye of Terror to retrieve a broken Abaddon after Horus's death. Now, he led the elite Terminator unit Bringers of Despair, and commanded his own warband—Blades of Darkness.
In rank, he was akin to a First Captain of the Black Legion.
Moriana, draped in dark robes and wielding a blackwood staff, radiated potent psychic power.
She had once been an Imperial Inquisitor and founder of the "Resurrectionist Faction," obsessed with reviving the Emperor through Chaos. Her heretical devotion had led her to madness—and exile to the Eye of Terror.
She had helped Abaddon acquire the daemon sword and target the Blackstone Fortress, becoming a key figure in the Black Legion.
While Abaddon often heeded the counsel of his Chief Sorcerer, Zaraphiston, he always consulted Moriana for omens before going to war.
Valicar Haen, appearing like a grizzled Techmarine, wore jagged black power armor bristling with abhorrent augmetics.
Once a captain of the Iron Warriors' 4th Grand Company, he had deserted during the Heresy and led his men into the Eye of Terror.
Like many others, he had broken from his original Chaos alignment to follow the Great Reaver.
Amular Icar, a massive, terrifying Chaos Dreadnought. His body was filled with sickly green fluids flowing through cables and tanks.
Once an apothecary of the Death Guard, he helped Thousand Sons warband leader Iskandar Ka'yen assassinate their own lord—Daravek, Abaddon's biggest rival before his ascension.
Though Icar became the Black Legion's Chief Apothecary, he was soon tragically butchered by a Greater Daemon of Khorne.
Left with no choice, Abaddon painfully entombed him inside a Chaos Dreadnought. He now served as the Legion's chief medical dreadnought.
There were also four Chosen of Chaos, generals and adjutants handpicked by Abaddon to ensure collaboration between different Chaos factions.
Dralm, Lord of Ravage – a berserker vanguard warrior always first into battle.
Igsmor, Lord of Deceit – a weaver of lies and the Legion's chief strategist.
Xerxos, Lord of Purification – a slaver who drove conquered humans to offer all to Chaos.
Skalrak, Lord of Corruption – the Legion's mouthpiece, spreading plague and fear, and praising Abaddon's glory.
Finally, Abaddon's gaze fell on Tyremar Lailas, clad in purple armor and wielding twin blades.
Once a swordsman-captain of the Emperor's Children, he had an unsolvable grudge with Ka'yen and coveted the sorcerer's Dark Eldar consort.
Now the Black Legion's herald, he and Ka'yen maintained a competitive rivalry.
But Ka'yen was absent.
Abaddon's breath subtly hitched—his rage flickering.
He remembered Ka'yen.
The Thousand Sons sorcerer who hated his own bloodline, who once forced Magnus the Red to his knees. The infamous "Kingbreaker Ka'yen."
Ka'yen had purged all who opposed Abaddon and helped him seize control of the Black Legion.
And yet—during the Thirteenth Black Crusade, just when Abaddon needed him most—that traitor had surrendered himself to the Inquisition.
Ka'yen now rotted in a prison on Holy Terra.
One day, if Abaddon breached Terra, he would drag that traitor out and ask him why.
Too many had left the Legion over the years, disregarding his rule.
That thought only deepened Abaddon's fury.
But his rage lasted only a moment—he quickly regained his composure.
This was all temporary.
Once the Black Legion conquered more territory and achieved more victories, those traitors would bend the knee once more before his unstoppable might.
Now, his road to reclaiming that might had begun.
The Reaver—more precisely, the Primarch Savior—was deep within the Eye of Terror.
Killing him would make Abaddon the first Chaos Warlord in ten millennia to slay a Primarch. It would terrify the Imperium and bring unmatched glory to Chaos.
"Warriors, I summon you here for one purpose: to slay the so-called Chaos Reaver—the Primarch Savior!"
His black-clad body surged with oppressive energy.
His declaration ignited the atmosphere. Waves of daemonic energy swirled in the great hall.
To kill a Primarch—
That was a goal every Chaos champion desired.
And they had a rare, perfect opportunity.
These warlords had all once ravaged the Imperium, terrorizing billions.
Now they were here, recalled for one shared objective—
The Primarch Savior. The Chaos Reaver.
Abaddon shared all the intelligence gathered and assigned roles for the upcoming war.
Not long after—
The Omen-class Ark Fleet burst from the Warp storm, now only a short distance from Savadore.
The fleet split into multiple battlegroups.
From all angles, they advanced to encircle the Savior completely—coordinating with other Chaos forces to trap him without escape.
A full-scale, unprecedented hunt for a Primarch had begun!
"Savior Primarch—your head belongs to me!"
Abaddon's gaze was fierce.
After this war, his trophy rack would bear a Primarch's head.
Not only that—
The Primarch's bones would adorn his armor, and his tough skin would become a cloak like no other.
Let the name of the Chaos Warlord thunder across the stars!
...
Savadore.
Massive space fortresses and shipyards stretched across the horizon, hidden within dense clouds of stardust. These celestial structures formed continent-sized landmasses of steel.
In terms of scale alone—
This place rivaled any Chaos-held star system, and perhaps even surpassed them.
Artillery fire and sorcerous energies flickered dimly behind the veil of stardust, giving the illusion of calm.
But it was all illusion. Beneath the obscuring veil, the space battle was intense. Many Chaos warships had already fallen, crashing into the space fortresses in blazing, fiery deaths.
Aboard the Dreamweaver.
Eden stood before the observation dome, gazing silently at the countless flickers of dark light in the void.
The full-scale assault on Savadore had now begun. Thousands of capital ships were attacking fortresses on every front.
Though the Black Legion was hollowed out within, this location had been operating for ten thousand years. Its countless defensive systems and void shields were not easily breached.
Eden was confident they would eventually take it, plundering unimaginable riches.
But that would take time.
Even if Savadore fell soon, transporting such immense wealth would be time-consuming.
"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of time…"
Eden furrowed his brow and sighed deeply, a growing sense of unease tightening his chest.
According to intelligence reports, the Chaos coalition forces were already en route. Worse still—Abaddon, somehow forewarned, had already returned to the Eye of Terror aboard the Omen-class Ark.
He would likely return to his base any moment now.
If Eden's fleet were surrounded by all these Chaos forces, they could be wiped out—trapped in a hopeless death spiral.
The moment these reports came in, the Ulthwé Aeldari seers immediately advised retreat.
To them, every ounce of Aeldari strength was precious—not to be squandered in a doomed war. And besides, this expedition had already struck a blow against Chaos.
It wasn't a complete failure.
As for the Blood-Eye Ork Empire—they were allies.
Now, the Ork "Sleeping Dragon" strategist Ironpry had gained the full trust of the Blood-Eye warboss, commanding the campaign personally—and the Orks were having the time of their lives.
As long as he didn't call a retreat, the greenskins would keep charging forward.
Eden didn't want to take too many risks either. Dying in the Eye of Terror would be a truly grim ending.
It'd be like personally delivering his head on a platter.
But retreating now would mean his strategic goals were left unrealized—a huge personal loss.
Eden looked toward the space fortresses.
The treasures of the Black Legion practically beckoned to him. To miss out on such spoils at the last second felt even worse than a pure loss.
Like watching the stock market boom—
Everyone else makes money, and you miss the boat. It's more painful than just losing money.
But if he truly went all-in now, he could be the one caught holding the bag at the top—crashing and burning.
He was stuck in agonizing indecision. Whether retreating or continuing the raid for spoils, both were risky gambles.
Fortunately, he wasn't completely unprepared.
After the coalition fleet entered the Eye of Terror, he had secretly summoned a hidden reserve fleet via high-speed Webway routes, ready for emergencies.
But those forces alone couldn't stand toe-to-toe with the Chaos legions and Abaddon's fleet.
So he enacted another plan—targeting Chaos directly. If it succeeded, the rewards would be astronomical.
He was waiting.
If there was no good news within five days, he would run.
Just as he sighed—
Tarko burst in with excitement:
"Lord Savior! Our scouts have found one of the Black Legion's core vaults!"
"Finally, something good!"
Eden's eyes lit up with joy. He browsed the transmitted intel—the vault was located within a heavily fortified space fortress.
He immediately issued an order for an assault landing, personally leading the Thunder Custodians, Flesh Tearers, and Carcharodons—elite Adeptus Astartes chapters known for their brutal prowess.
They would strike that vault.
If he couldn't have the big cake, even a slice would do. Who knows? He might find something valuable.
The Redeemer fleet, including the Dreamweaver, redirected its core forces to bombard the target zone and cover the landing operation.
Wolfshadow Bastion.
Under a relentless barrage, the defending fleet above the bastion was destroyed, and its void shields wavered under the Redeemer Fleet's attack.
Meanwhile, Aeldari and Ork fleets blocked reinforcements from other sectors.
This confirmed Eden's suspicion—something valuable was definitely inside.
Under the cover of firepower, boarding torpedoes pierced into the bastion and activated psychic teleportation arrays.
...
Inside the fortress.
Black Legion Chaos Marines quickly responded.
"Tear those invaders apart!"
At least ten companies had been stationed here, thousands of Chaos Marines and even more daemon-forged servitors rushed toward the intruders.
They swore to crush the enemy!
But when they arrived—
They saw hulking figures and an overwhelming number of enemies behind them.
It was the Savior and Chaos Reaver himself who led this attack.
This wasn't a raid—it was a saturation landing. Three thousand Astartes, supported by numerous Dreadnoughts and Centurions, stormed the breach.
The Chaos defenders froze.
Some Tzeentch-aligned traitors at the rear had already begun sneaking away.
They joined Chaos to enjoy a better life.
Now, with the Black Legion pouring resources into the Omen-class Ark project, supplies had dried up. They had to bring their own gear to battle.
And now, facing a force this overwhelming—
Why die for nothing?
"Who just yelled about tearing me apart?"
Eden hefted a savage crimson chain greatsword. His voice, hoarse and cold, exuded terrifying pressure.
Silence.
A suffocating stillness settled over the Chaos defenders.
Some Khorne Berserkers couldn't take it.
"For the Warlord!" they roared, charging.
"Ah yes, Khorne warriors—still brave…"
Eden swung the massive blade, cleaving a Berserker in two. Blood splashed across him.
He then led his warriors in a brutal assault, mercilessly thrashing the Chaos defenders.
To end it quickly, he gave a clear order:
"Surrender and you will be spared!"
Most Chaos Marines, aside from core Black Legion loyalists, were mercenaries or opportunists—used to winning. Many had no principles.
That's how they were corrupted so easily.
A few began to surrender.
And that accelerated the entire line's collapse.
Eden led his warriors straight to the vault gates, frowning:
"Strange… defenses are too weak. A vault like this should have at least a commander-level warrior…"
At that moment—
A Chaos commander was hiding deep in the shadows, not daring to breathe.
The moment he saw who the invader was, he ran. No way he'd fight a Primarch.
He had joined Chaos, not lost his mind.
With the Chaos Warlord and other big shots away, he had been relegated here due to poor performance.
Maybe the fortress defenses would repel the attack…
But now the Reaver had broken through.
Charging out to fight him would be suicide.
"I must survive… to serve the Warlord again!"
The coward fled.
Boom!
Eden reached the vault, ordered his Techmarines to breach the gates, and stepped inside eagerly.
He hoped to find treasure.
What greeted him was… surprising.
The interior was pristine, clean—completely unlike a Chaos site.
"Is this really Chaos territory?"
Eden blinked, but when he saw the equipment—
It all made sense.
This was a gene-seed vault of the Black Legion!
Once he controlled the Apothecaries inside, he entered the cryogenic vault.
Rows upon rows of gene-seed containers lined the chamber.
They looked pure. Eden didn't know where Abaddon had acquired them.
Even Chaos Marines needed relatively low-mutation gene-seed for implantation surgeries. It had to be preserved properly.
At least until implantation.
The Death Guard were even more extreme—Mortarion had a sterile surgical chamber built inside the Mycelial Abyss for initial implantation.
Only after healthy, clean implantation would he corrupt them with Nurgle's rot. It was… abstract.
"Not bad… still usable!"
Inside the freezer vault, Eden counted over 3,000 glistening gene-seeds.
This was wealth.
But it was unlikely to be the full stock.
Gene-seed was too precious to store all in one place. A single accident or tainting would devastate the Legion.
There had to be more vaults elsewhere.
At last, Eden felt the thrill of treasure-hunting.
He ordered recon squads to expand their search.
And soon—they found another vault.
But this one held something even more precious than gene-seed.
Remnants of a laboratory belonging to Fabius Bile, the Clone Lord.
That madman—one of the most deranged, twisted, and radical bio-scientists in the galaxy—was Chaos's most infamous doctor within the Eye of Terror. At his peak, he cloned multiple Primarchs—and even attempted to clone the Emperor.
His biological expertise was terrifying.
The Black Legion had remnants of his labs because—when Bile stole Horus's remains and created clones—Abaddon, Ka'yen, and others had intervened, killed the clone, and destroyed his largest lab.
But now, it seemed Abaddon had salvaged much of it—perhaps even bringing back original Primarch genetic samples or clones.
Eden took a deep breath.
He immediately led his warriors toward the Fabius Vault.
This…
This could be worth everything.
(End of Chapter)
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