Chapter 784 What Is the Problem?

Why do I always feel a little uneasy?

What went wrong?

What other enemies have I not anticipated?

Abaddon walked around the room. On the eve of the launch of the 13th Black Crusade, he felt nervous and worried.

"What's wrong, Warmaster?" Carlos' voice came into the room. Judging from the tone, this Tzeentch demon just wanted to have fun.

As for concern?

You might as well talk to the Nurgle demon about the bathing problem. Abaddon is thankful that these Tzeentch demons don't stab him in the back.

"I need a prophecy." Abaddon said slowly, and Carlos appeared in front of him. The head that could see the future had shining eyes.

"What will cause the failure of the 13th Black Crusade?"

Abaddon's question made Carlos stunned for a while. All the seekers of knowledge he had seen asked how they would succeed. There were very few people who thought in reverse like Abaddon.

Carlos stared into the future, and finally he reported a name.

Guilliman.

A Primarch? That could indeed be a huge problem for the 13th Black Crusade.

The attack on the Ultramar sector must also be prepared, and the Primarch must be killed before Guilliman awakens from his delicate state.

"Do you have any more questions?" Carlos laughed, which made Abaddon feel upset. An inexplicable sense of fooling suddenly emerged and told him that the 13th Black Crusade must be terminated.

But Abaddon will not stop, and the warriors under his command will not allow him to stop. He has been preparing for this for ten thousand years and will never give up halfway because of a small problem.

Moreover, he has the support of the Allies.

Walking out of the room, Abaddon strode across the bridge.

The Black Legion has assembled for Barton, lining up in the corridor leading to the main bridge. They quietly hold the banners with glorious achievements sewn on them, and only watch Abaddon go away with reverent eyes.

The shadow of the warmaster passed over them, and a strong fighting spirit gushed out. Every warrior here was eager to rush out of the Eye of Terror to destroy the decadent and declining empire, and then establish a new order of their own.

There were many people waiting for a long time in the main bridge. They were all reliable comrades who were worthy of being trusted. In a chaotic and disordered world like the Eye of Terror, this was precious.

Abaddon, who entered the main bridge, smiled faintly when he saw his friend Iskandar Khayon. If Lin Fan was here, he would definitely call Khayon "Brother-in-law" in front of Abaddon.

Abaddon sat on the throne, where he could see all the troops participating in the 13th Black Crusade.

The huge military formation gave Abaddon an unparalleled sense of pride. In the Eye of Terror, who else but him could integrate the Chaos War Gang that was as loose as sand?

"Hahaha." Abaddon laughed, "The corrupt empire will not be able to stop us, and victory this time will be inevitable."

"Of course, my great warmaster." Khayon said firmly.

Abaddon looked at Khayon again, and Khayon looked at Abaddon.

The captain of the Luna Wolves and the wizard of the Thousand Sons both missed the past when they fought side by side. When destroying Fabius's clone laboratory, Khayon smashed the Terranok battleship that had accompanied him for hundreds of years on the enemy's head in order to cooperate with Abaddon's attack. The guardian spirit Gale, who was bound to his soul, also died of exhaustion in the battle with Horus's clone.

As a native of Prospero, it is quite normal to have a demon elf, but unlike his brothers who betrayed the demon elves, Khayon and the demon elf are always loyal to each other.

Abaddon did not live up to Khayon's sacrifice. He fought hard to rescue Khayon from the critical moment of life and death.

Later, the Black Legion was established, and Abaddon and Khayon were invincible. This psychic killer successfully killed Tagus Daravek, the Lord of the Parasite Army, in the sixth crusade, making Abaddon's position as Warmaster as stable as Mount Tai.

"Khayon, do you know the troops we have for this expedition?" Abaddon asked, which was more like a game of building relationships than asking.

Khayon knew Abaddon's intention, but just said, "Warmaster, I don't know."

"Then let me introduce it to you." Abaddon paused, and then introduced the unparalleled power of the 13th Black Crusade to everyone with the firm and powerful voice of a warrior.

Lord of Destruction Urkrasos, Lord of Torment Defram Korda, Lord of Fraud Igthmo, Chief Warlock Zaraphiston, Zagsin the Destroyer, Erebus the Head of Rebellion, Ahriman the Chosen of Tzeentch, Typhons the Chosen of Nurgle, Tarak Darkblood the Lord of Midnight, Kranon the Scarlet Slaughter.

After a round of talking, Abaddon suddenly found a few small problems.

Lucius the Chosen of Slaanesh, Karn the Chosen of Khorne, and Warsmith Krom Gat were not present.

This was a bit abnormal. If only Lucius and Karn were not present, Abaddon would not think too much.

One was a lawless and indulgent demon, and the other was a bloodthirsty machine that could not stop when seeing blood. Abaddon expected them to be unpunctual.

But it was a bit outrageous that Warsmith Gat did not arrive on time. As a member of the Iron Warriors, order and punctuality were iron laws that were stronger than adamantine.

Could these people be the culprits behind the failure of the 13th Black Crusade?

How is that possible!

Abaddon found his idea ridiculous. The quality of the Dark Mechanicus troops brought by Kalbohar was far stronger than the sum of the three of them.

But in order to be prudent, Abaddon still sent one person to go to the Iron Warriors' territory to take a look. If the Warsmith Gat was delayed by the Imperial troops, Abaddon would definitely send someone to help out!

After Abaddon gave the order, Khayon stepped forward and saluted the Black Warmaster. "Everything is ready, my Warmaster. Next, I will go to the heart of the Corrupted Empire and send them a message of defeat."

"Go, Kingbreaker! The Scarlet Road will lead directly to Terra, and you will see the Spirit of Vengeance reigning over Terra again!"

Khayon retreated. He needed to make some preparations before leaving.

Entering the most important center of the Spirit of Vengeance, Khayon can communicate directly with the machine soul of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Even through a thick layer of metal gloves, Khayon can still feel the long-lost warmth from the cold and huge memory.

"Sister." Khayon called softly.

His sister Izara responded to her brother's call with steam and arcs spewing from the pipes.