Chapter 937 Black Legion Brotherly Friendship

"Kayon is my brother, I can't do this." Abaddon still resisted Carlos's temptation, but his tone was no longer firm and domineering.

Carlos, who was hiding in the dark, smiled coldly. The time was about to come. As long as he gave Abaddon a gentle push, he would hand over the soul of Sister Khayon, and the rest of the plan would be realized naturally.

Carlos's head that could look into the past became active, and he taunted Abaddon, "You claim that the Black Legion will be a brand new existence, integrating the will of everyone, and will no longer be enslaved by the Emperor, let alone Will bend the knee behind the cowardly Primarch, leaving behind the weak homesickness and despair, loyalty and faith will become the bond between each other, the shame of the past will be blown away by the wind, and no one here will be a failed father from now on. Heir. You promise them that as long as they help you, they will have the right to board the Vengeful Spirit. Everyone is a veteran of the new legion and is your brother."

At this point, Carlos laughed mockingly and crazily, "What you said is really nice, but how did you do it? In the Sixth Black Crusade, you fought side by side with Dracat's Sons of the Eye warband. You attacked the Forge World of Arkres. After winning the victory, you spoke to your men. However, you shamelessly attacked Drakkar and made him watch as all the members of the Sons of Eyes warband knelt before you. Allegiance. When this was not enough, you even killed and sacrificed Drekat, knowing that he was also a son of Horus, one of your brothers, but you betrayed his trust in you in this way. "

"And your champions, you let them fight each other until the last one. The fighting that lasted for eight days made the entire deck soaked in blood. The only remaining champions did not receive your reward, but were pierced by you ruthlessly. With your chest broken, you sacrifice these champions to gain the support of a bloodthirsty demon."

"After killing Grand Marshal Sigismund of the Black Templars, you respectfully sent his body back to show your respect for the enemy. And those who witnessed the battle between you and Sigismund The Black Legion warriors were silenced by you, Abaddon, is your brotherhood so cheap? Has your position as Warmaster been so long that you have forgotten your original intention of forming the Black Legion?" Carlos said in a subtle tone.

"Enough!" Abaddon roared at Carlos' virtual image. The people around him showed no reaction. They had no ability to hear the whispers between Carlos and Abaddon.

Abaddon's face became increasingly ugly, and the layer of glory he had cast on the Black Legion's appearance was being torn away ruthlessly by Carlos.

"So many secrets, so many lies. If I spread this news, guess how the soldiers of the Black Legion will look at you? Guess whether your good brother Kayon will directly carry you? And go?"

"That won't happen."

"Oh ho ho. How long can you keep your words? Why don't I show you what Khayon looks like now?"

As soon as Carlos finished speaking, Abaddon's eyes blurred. He saw a dark and depressing cell, and saw Khayon sitting leaning against the wall.

Khayon's cobalt blue armor was removed, and his body was covered in horrific injuries. The skin surrounding his eyeballs had collapsed downwards, making it appear that the eyeballs had been gouged out by Imperial Inquisitors, and a crude spike had been driven into his patella to restrict Khayon's movement. But the Inquisitor's method of torturing the traitor did not stop at the flesh. Khayon's psychic powers were abolished, and all the enhanced organs possessed by him as an Astartes were brutally severed.

Today, Khayon is so weak that he is no longer as weak as a mortal, and his body is just a useless shell that can barely accommodate his soul.

"Look carefully at your brother. He sees himself as the herald of your crusade, coming to the land of Terra to preach the doomsday of the Empire to all living beings. He is waiting for you, waiting for the skies of Terra to be wiped out by the Crimson The road is filled, waiting for the neat and proud footsteps of the Black Legion to sound on the land of Terra. Are you going to let Khayon down? Do you want to live up to Khayon's trust in you?"

"But that's his sister! His only sister! His favorite sister!"

"It's just a polymer fused with machinery! You know this! Your senses are so sharp that you can even see through Khayon's little trick to maintain Mefitari's body! But you can't realize that his sister is just a A lie?"

"That's different. Even if it's fake, it's still his forbidden love!"

"So now, you're talking about brotherhood? You're so hypocritical. It's a pity that you didn't become a Changing Demon Lord, isn't it?"

Abaddon closed his eyes at Carlos's taunt. He would never hand over the soul of Kayon's sister just like this. The current situation of the war is undecided. Abaddon just deduced the future development of the situation. Although it is not optimistic, there is still a lot of room for maneuver. Abaddon believes that he still has a chance to bring the Thirteenth Black Crusade to a successful conclusion.

Carlos was not angry at Abaddon's stubbornness. Instead, he showed a more playful smile. Abaddon thinks this is the worst that could happen? It was time for him to see true despair.

The information blockade on the Vengeful Spirit was lifted and communication was strengthened. Many urgent messages suddenly exploded in Abaddon's hesitant and confused mind.

"Warmaster! A fleet we have never seen before has torn our encirclement apart! We can't stop them!"

At this moment, Abaddon saw more than 50 warships that were larger than the Queen of Glory-class battleships tearing through the Chaos fleet with dense beams and arcs. This group of warships was outside the attack range of the Chaos fleet. As long as the Chaos fleet tried to get close, they would retreat and maintain an absolutely safe attack distance.

The vision continued to expand, and in the bridge of a warship, Abaddon saw a giant in white armor. The big words "Chagatai Khan" slammed into Abaddon's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Warmaster! Warmaster! Ahhhhh."

The shrill screams were drowned out by the sound of metal twisting and breaking. Abaddon looked again and found that another Chaos fleet was torn into pieces by the sudden increase in gravity. The space was also violently disturbed. After a few seconds, a huge subspace rift was torn open, and the bright and beautiful Mountain Phalanx was spit out in the splendor of lightning and thunder.

"Don't panic. Don't panic. Where is the Dark Mechanicus? Where is Kalbohar? He said he can solve the problem of the Phalanx!"