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"Notify all laborers, Iron Warriors, and Mechanic Priests in Sector U-143: if you don't want to be wiped out by the eleven-draw lottery, get serious and stop dawdling!!!"
"hiss."
While Peturabo was still directing his men to complete the reconstruction of the steel bastion,
"Sir, the message we received this time did not come from Casca and his men."
"It is Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster of the Black Legion."
"Your Excellency the Iron Lord—"
Click.
The communication equipment was crushed to pieces by Peturabo's giant metal hand in the next second.
"Notify all anti-aircraft fire on the Steel Bastion to be alerted. Once the Black Legion's ships enter the attack range, open fire immediately without warning."
"And all nearby Steel Empire warships, prepare for Level 1 combat readiness, ready to fire at any moment!"
"Notify all channel sound array administrators to reject all communications from the Black Legion."
"Tell them one thing: if they dare to take even half a step forward, open fire."
......
"Commander."
"Petulab refused our communications."
The words of the communications sonic array master brought Abaddon's recounting of their past expedition and their mutual respect to an abrupt end.
The council leaders of the Four Gods War Gang, under Abaddon's command, exchanged bewildered glances.
You refused?
You just rejected me like that?
But didn't Abaddon always say that he and Peturabo were good friends during the expedition, that they had a life-or-death bond?
"Wait a minute, it's very likely that the Iron Lord's personality is somewhat obsessive. I know him."
Tsundere, huh!
It must be... it must be that Fourth Uncle, seeing that I delivered the entire Blackrock Fortress to him, has relapsed into his old arrogant habit!
Continue trying to get Peturabo's communication back.
"Rest assured, gentlemen, under my leadership, Abaddon, even if the false emperor—"
A sky full of light and fire shone brightly before them.
The Void Shield outside the Vengeful Spirit rippled continuously.
The only response he received was a barrage of artillery fire from a distance.
"Quickly, hard to right! Stop! Stop!!!"
But clearly, it was too late.
Although the flagship Vengeful Spirit can indeed defend against Perturabo's fire with its powerful Void Shield array.
Unfortunately, the cruisers and destroyers in his fleet were not so lucky.
Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the expeditionary fleet that the Black Legion had painstakingly assembled was suddenly lost by nearly one-fifth without any defenses.
How to do?
He died before he could even achieve his goal!
Abaddon has always boasted that his Black Crusade is invincible, with every expedition a victory... But this!
Before they could inflict any damage on the false emperor's empire, their fleet suffered heavy losses!
What happened to the promise that every expedition would be a victory?
Abaddon fell silent in the face of the surprised and uncertain looks on everyone's faces.
He had an urge to fight Perturabo to the death—but his reason told him that fighting a Primarch on his home turf would only lead to certain death.
But if he retreats like this, what will happen to his prestige as the Chaos War General?
What about the promise of being invincible and that every expedition would be a victory?
Abaddon: "..."
Eh!
Got it!
If that's the case, then if I don't consider this defeat as an expedition, then wouldn't every expedition still be a victory?
As long as it doesn't count, that's fine!
The clever Abaddon discovered the blind spot.
"Remember this! All colleagues who yearn to overthrow the corrupt rule of this false emperor!"
"Our operation is merely a diplomatic effort by steel warriors to communicate and coordinate, not an expedition!"
"We refrain from retaliating simply because we don't want the false emperor to reap the benefits of our conflict, not because we're afraid of him!"
"All of this is for a bigger plan! A plan that will destroy the false empire of the pseudo-empire!"
"Therefore! I hope you all remember one thing—I, Abaddon the Chaos Warmaster, will not fail!"
"Every expedition—!"
"It's all once—!"
"victory!"
Chapter 248 The Little Angel Searches for Her Mother
She looked out from the unpainted earthen walls and stone windows.
At dawn, a pale red light shone on the stone slabs.
Most mornings on Victoria II are filled with a biting cold, yet they are also extremely beautiful. The silky sky is tinged with rose color by the light of the red scar, and the rosy glow shines on it. This beauty is enough to make one forget how much she hates her life.
But it only lasted for a fleeting moment.
She was the daughter of a salt miner, and her name was Louise.
As a wasteland covered by radiation fields and deserts, most people here are unlikely to have any interaction with Space Marines in their entire lives, even though this is one of the homeworlds of the Blood Angels. Every few decades, the Chapter selects suitable young people from the planet to join.
Louise is only eleven years old, although she has loved listening to her father, Areas, tell her stories of the Blood Angels since she was little. The salt gatherers, who roam the land for survival, are not a warlike group, and naturally, they wouldn't be considered high-quality recruits by the Blood Angels.
They were few in number and had no ambitions beyond survival; they simply wanted to live a peaceful and uneventful life in this sparsely populated area.
On Eustachian II, there are quite a few people like this.
The brilliant sunrise was fleeting in Louise's eyes—soon, a thick red mist enveloped everything before her.
The red fog was something she disliked most: it was a suffocating, sand-filled storm with a heavy, rusty smell.
Although she did not understand the formation principle of the red fog, she was even less aware that it could only occur on low-gravity satellites like Europa.
Louise's worldview is inevitably quite limited.
All she knew was that a day's business was ruined. The red mist had a sharp, iron-like smell and texture, making it unsuitable for salt collection.
But... this is also an opportunity for her, a rare opportunity.
At this moment when everyone's career is limited by the red mist, she finally has the opportunity to break through this layer of mist and go to the training ground where the warband selects talents.
No one, including Louise's father, believed that she, at only eleven years old, could become a Blood Angel.
She needs to act alone.
......
Under the crimson fog, she drove the stolen dune buggy towards the place in her memory.
She had no idea where the training grounds were; she just kept driving forward, never stopping.
This journey through the desert seemed exceptionally long—the red mist surrounding her made it impossible for her to discern her location; she could only press forward, with no way back.
She seemed to see her body change. With the help of the angel gene neutron bullet, she became a tall, beautiful and healthy giant. With the help of others, she put on the legendary armor of the Holy Blood Angel and soared freely in the sky with a flight backpack that looked like wings.
Between the rise and fall of the blades and guns in their hands, countless enemies of humanity have perished.
In the red mist, she saw herself clad in golden armor and wearing a mask of compassion.
She became the Blood Angel in people's eyes.
But... what about Areias?
How heartbroken would her father be when he learned that she was never coming back?
"..."
Remembering this, Louise wanted to drive the dune buggy back, but the thick red fog wouldn't give her a chance to back out.
As the crimson mist churned and rose, Louise seemed to see her father sitting and gazing at the dawn and dusk, which shimmered like silk with crimson clouds, waiting day and night.
Even though all the salt miners said she had definitely died in the trial grounds, he still couldn't believe that this was Louise's fate.
He believed that Louise had now become a glorious angel.
However, since she is already an angel, she should be addressed by her angelic name.
"What will Louise's angelic name be...?"
He had been waiting for her return.
"Do not......"
Tears streamed down her face beneath the red mist, but she no longer had the right to stop.
there has never been.
The world still needs her, and she must fight for it.
Over the long years, the five silver service studs on her forehead were melted down and transformed into one gold service stud.
As time continued to pass, the five service gold nails were melted down and combined to form one...
—Serving in the military [Dante].
......
"grown ups."
"grown ups......?"
Of course, now that she should be called "Dante" according to the angel's name, she opened her eyes again.
"what's up?"
"Your bathing time is over. The chapter leaders of all the sub-churches are waiting for you in the monastery hall to perform the [Chapter Sacrament]."
Those are all ancient things from the past... a thousand years? Or two thousand years?
Dante was unaware of this, but the feeling of guilt lingered in her heart for a long time.
She was so old—she could even feel the marks of time on her face and in every part of her body while bathing.
Even if she survives the next battle, there will be enough time for her to be the final assassin and take everything away from her.
Thinking of this, a relieved smile gradually appeared on Dante's face.
She's getting old and dying soon.
After completing this arduous task, she will return to the Golden Throne and to the side of the Angel Mother Saint Gilles.
This is an unusual event for a Space Marine, whose casualty rate is extremely high.
The Leviathan Hive, the largest Tyranid swarm ever to appear in the galaxy, is now engulfing the Blood Angels homeworld of Baal. According to reports from the front lines, they are about to face an almost endless swarm attack, whose numbers even exceed those of all living beings above Baal!
Moreover, as the Zerg fleet drew closer, the warp shadow of the Great Devourer was killing or driving the Star Speakers on the planets insane, making it impossible for their messages to be transmitted through normal means.
If it weren't for the intervention of their chief think tank, Morpheus, their communications for help would have been delayed.
Even though they had successfully requested aid from within the empire, their situation remained far from optimistic.
Their greatest ally—the Ultramarines—also appears to be under attack by the Hive Fleet. Moreover, according to reports from the front lines, the Chaos forces that have slumbered in the warp for millennia are beginning to spread corruption throughout the Ultramar 500 and even the entire Ultrasector.