Chapter 757 Black Legion

"Star God, please take back your magic power! We have a mining certificate here!"

The change spirit held an illusory contract in his hand, which was clearly written in black and white.

The onlooker looked carefully and found that the signatories were two bastards, Tzeentch and Fraudster.

"Go to the other side! Don't bother me here!" The onlooker accepted the contract for the time being and threatened the barbarian to retreat in a cold tone.

The change spirit received too much information, his body swelled up and flowed out of the holes in his body with a sticky color.

If the onlooker added one more sentence, the change spirit would be squeezed alive by the information.

"Okay, Karl Bohar, we should go. That thing gave in, so we have to give in too, go to the other side to mine." The Lord of Change said helplessly.

"The other side? That place is so close to the Blood God's sanctuary. Will we really not be disturbed by a group of mindless blood-letting vampires rushing in to disrupt production?" Kalbohar was not satisfied with the results of the Lord of Change. The loss of materials and casualties was fine, but the time cost of rebuilding the factory was real.

"Let's go. It's not the time to tear each other apart." The Lord of Change had never been so humble in his life. If it weren't for the task that required him to report directly to Tzeentch, he would have started to slack off long ago.

The factory infected with the Obliterator virus was almost like a living thing, following the tail flame of the warship like a lamb.

"It has the taste of the true word 'life'." The onlooker thought, thinking that this matter had nothing to do with him.

The onlooker returned to his room and continued to dig the remains of civilization in the invisible waste abyss.

Kalbohar was angry about the unnecessary consumption of resources, but a message from the Black Legion extinguished his anger.

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The leader of the Black Legion, the Great Plunderer Abaddon, was reviewing his army.

Countless Chaos warbands make up the Black Legion. These warbands claim that they still have autonomy, but they all bow to Abaddon and use black and gold as their official symbols.

Many warbands worship one god above the other three gods, and they decorate their metal armor with the symbols and trophies of this evil god.

The phalanx composed of Abaddon's hounds, sons of the cyclops, rot bearers, and children of pain is murderous. In addition, other Chaos warbands rushed to this huge venue from all corners of the warp.

This is a rare stable area in the warp. The dark red rock is firmly nailed in the disordered soul ocean. Even the surging waves cannot move the giant rock.

Abaddon runs his legion on it. During the long years of construction, the complex fortress composed of docks and factories provides a stable supply for the Black Legion.

Here, the warriors of the Black Legion don't have to fight like a wild dog for a bottle of pure water.

Life in the Warp is not easy. Warbands that believe in the Four Gods need to avoid becoming Chaos Spawns or being swallowed up by other warbands, while warbands that do not believe in the Four Gods have to fight against the demons that are everywhere.

Lack of supplies plagues every warband. Most Chaos Space Marines can only rely on plundering the world of the Empire to obtain equipment and rely on demonic spells to repair weapons.

But if it is just a problem of supplies, Abaddon can still deal with it. The most important thing is the organization and combat capability of the Legion.

The people of the Empire fear the carapace of the Chaos Space Marines and regard them as the end of the Empire and the ultimate traitors who cannot be forgiven.

But for Abaddon, the Chaos Space Marines are a group of insects who do not obey orders and have no overall view. Only the Black Legion that directly accepts his management can meet his combat needs.

The warships of the Dark Mechanicus approached. These warships that integrate factories and research stations are huge and bloated, attracting everyone's attention.

"Dark Mechanicus." Some people exclaimed, and they were in awe of the production capacity of the Dark Mechanicus.

Kalbohar and Abaddon met privately, and sorcery with different principles but the same effect sent them to a secret room.

Kalbohar sensed some unique smells, and he flashed his mechanical eyes to convey the information of inquiry to Abaddon.

"That is the witness. In front of the witness, I will not tell you any lies." Abaddon said solemnly, without explaining the identity of the witness.

Kalbohar did not care about such boring things. He directly pointed out Abaddon's needs and asked him how many more supplies he needed.

"A lot." Abaddon gave a vague answer and threw the question back.

Kalbohar knew that Abaddon wanted to test the production capacity of the Dark Mechanicus in this simple way. In this case, Kalbohar was ready to give the Great Predator a surprise.

This was both sincerity and deterrence.

Under Kalbohar's order, the bottom cabin of the Dark Mechanicus's factory ship was opened, and heavy containers were transported to the open space of the venue. As the binary code was entered, these containers slowly opened.

His breathing became heavy because of greed. Each container contained millions of explosive rounds and thousands of power armors.

"Because I was in a hurry to go out, I didn't bring too many things. If you need more, come to this place to find me." Kalbohar handed a fixed-point auspicious instrument to Abaddon, and then activated the technological spell built into his body and disappeared.

The ships of the Dark Mechanicus came and went quickly. In the eyes of others, this looked like a humiliating charity.

Abaddon was thoughtful. He sent a message to the Dark Mechanicus just casually. He did not really expect these scientific research madmen to come and help him.

"Can they be trusted?" Abaddon asked the witness.

Carlos emerged from the shadows, and he gave Abaddon a positive answer, "You can trust Kalbohar, you hope to use his strength, and he also has considerable expectations for you."

After hearing this, Abaddon quickly organized a fleet to sail to the coordinates given by Kalbohar.

In the warp, a noisy factory spewing black smoke and sparks was so obvious.

Kalbohar had been waiting here for a long time, and he showed his sincerity to Abaddon.

"This. This is really..." Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, Abaddon's eyes widened.

The pale Space Marines stood silently in the square. Just a rough calculation suggested that there were hundreds of thousands of them.

Kalbohar was satisfied with Abaddon's shock. He said in a relaxed tone, "Come and meet my friend, Amaraga."

Amalaga stood beside Kalbohar, his human form outlined in a tattered burqa. Even standing here aroused Abaddon's disgust.