Chapter 938 The War Situation Takes a Turn for the Worse
Abaddon's eyes swept across every corner of the void battlefield, and he saw the fleet of the Dark Mechanicus in the disintegrating Chaos fleet. They flew towards the Phalanx under Abaddon's hopeful eyes, pretending to land and control the huge void fortress.
Yes! That's it! Kalbohar! Don't forget our covenant!
Suddenly, Abaddon's soul was controlled by despair. Although the Dark Mechanicus' fleet was not attacked by the Phalanx, they had no intention of attacking the Phalanx. The two passed by each other, and Kalbohar seemed to be more interested in the unhealed subspace rift behind the Phalanx.
Somehow, Abaddon saw Kalbohar looking at him on the bridge, and he saw contempt and disdain in the mechanical eyes with a faint light.
This reminded Abaddon of the time when he sent someone to order a knight family to pledge allegiance to him. The patriarch, who had been highly transformed and integrated with the knights, also looked at Abaddon with such eyes and said mercilessly, "I pledge allegiance to the great Wolf Shepherd God! Who are you, Abaddon?"
"Kalbohar!" Abaddon roared in shock and anger. Kalbohar and his troops had completely sunk into the warp rift and disappeared. Only the uninterrupted artillery fire of the Phalanx flashed in Abaddon's eyes.
Without the cover of the Dark Mechanicus fleet, the Ork fleet on the other side also rushed in. They didn't care about the drastic changes in the battlefield situation. They just wanted to find someone to fight hard. This made the situation of the Chaos Fleet, which was already in chaos, even worse. In addition, the Iron Warriors issued a statement to withdraw from the Black Crusade. They fired at their former comrades without any concerns.
The Planet Killer disintegrated in the civil strife. This huge warship with doomsday cannons was just a clumsy behemoth after losing its protection. It had brute force but could not exert its power.
These pictures are real, but they are only fragments of the truth. Tzeentch demons are best at weaving lies with reality and using information asymmetry to lead people to fall. The real war situation is far worse than what Abaddon saw at this time.
The Phalanx, which was repaired by the void dragon, fired at every moving object on the battlefield. No warship could survive his artillery salvo. And those Imperial Fists companies that had served the Phalanx for a long time also suffered heavy casualties in the internal defense system of the Phalanx. They could only hide in a simple warehouse and send information to the outside world, telling them that the Phalanx had been controlled by the evil abomination intelligence.
The orcs also launched a fierce attack on the Imperial fleet. The huge warships of the expeditionary force made them itchy, and they surrounded them one by one without fear of life and death. The Iron Warriors did not fully turn to the Empire. There were serious differences among them. Some chose to obey the Primarch's statement, while others regarded Perturabo's turning to the Empire as a shameful betrayal. They once again started a bloody civil war.
Showing a fragment of the truth, leading people to think about the expected results, and then completely tearing down their psychological defenses, this is the cleverness of the Tzeentch demons in bewitching people.
"Why. Why did it become like this." Abaddon couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. Carlos did not answer his question, but repeatedly emphasized to Abaddon that he only needed one soul to complete the magic circle, so that the situation on the entire battlefield would become favorable to Chaos.
"I. I." Abaddon was pale and his lips trembled. Carlos' voice was tightly entangled in his soul and could not be shaken off. His eyes witnessed a broken battlefield, and his ears listened to Carlos' voice once, and the hesitation in his heart became more and more obvious.
Should I give up the great opportunity to destroy the Empire for Khayon? Will Khayon understand my choice? He should, right? There are no immortals in war, he understands this truth. I have paid so much for Khayon, and helped Mefitari after she was captured by the Dark Eldar nobles, so Khayon should help me, right?
Abaddon's mind suddenly emerged with this sentence: Khayon is willing to give everything for Warmaster Abaddon.
Right! That's right! That's it! He is worthy of being my brother! He is worthy of being my good brother!
The deceiver who put thoughts into Abaddon also felt ridiculous when he looked at Abaddon's undoubted look. Even if he wore more artifacts and had many titles, Abaddon was just a Space Marine after all. He was too slow compared to the Primarch.
"Okay."
This word came out of Abaddon's mouth. The warriors beside him didn't understand what Abaddon meant by saying this, and Carlos in the shadow quickly moved with this permission. He passed through the walls and floors of the Spirit of Vengeance and soon came to the memory of Khayon's sister Izara's soul.
Izara's body floated in the incubator filled with blue nutrient solution. She sensed Carlos' ill intentions towards her. She immediately sent a distress signal to Abaddon, and then operated the automatic turret in the room to shoot at Carlos.
How could Carlos be hurt by the turret? He silently put his hand on the wall of the incubator, and half of his body turned into Khayon's appearance as he approached. Then he gently said to Izara, who was uneasy and frightened in the incubator, "We have kept you alive for so long with a clear mind. It's time to collect your reward."
The next moment Izara felt madness washing over her consciousness. All the brains combined in the memory revived, and they fought like crazy for the dominance of the memory.
Izara was completely unable to compete with them. She had no talent. She was forced to be transformed into a memory just because of an accident. The brains that were subsequently supplemented with memories were carefully selected. Each of them had extremely outstanding talents in thinking ability.
Izara's soul was extracted, and her body, which had been immersed in the incubator for a long time, became even more lifeless. The war for control of countless consciousnesses continued in her body, and the equipment of the entire Spirit of Vengeance was also affected. The busy machine servants and slaves trembled in the madness of the machine soul. They knelt on the ground and begged the Spirit of Vengeance to show them mercy.
Carlos tore and kneaded Izara's soul, and soon made a small envelope. He carefully took out an ancient mysterious parchment from his body and sealed it in it. Finally, he exhaled gently towards the envelope, and the envelope disappeared without a trace.