Chapter 331： Abaddon, let's see where you can go! ! (beg

Chapter 331 Abaddon, let's see where you can go! (seeking subscription)

"You have proved it many times." Guilliman smiled brightly.

Hawke stared at that noble face.

It was a face that gathered all the miracles and lights in this world, enough for anyone to offer eternal loyalty the moment they saw it.

Since the birth of mankind, no one has ever been able to create such a feat as the emperor of the empire.

Even the great emperor is the same.

The achievements of the emperor are also sung by the world.

However, Hawke took the liberty of thinking that the great pioneer, the father of the primarch, was still a little less than the current emperor.

The officials straightened their waists, and many of them had tears in their eyes, and tears of joy flowed wantonly along their faces.

A strong sense of pride burned in the hearts of Hawke and many Natal officials.

Obtaining the approval of the emperor is the goal they have been pursuing.

At that moment, Natal's persistence paid off.

The corrupt old nobles of Natal have brought sin into this world.

They once rejected the salvation brought by Guilliman, and secretly resisted.

Worse yet, they attempted to kill the Primarch, who was then only Regent.

That is an unimaginable felony.

Every time they recall these histories, the Natalians will look heavy.

Natal's ancestors committed a terrible crime.

They must be more outstanding than others in order to wash away those shameful pasts.

"Natal will still prove that we will never be afraid. Every Natalian is ready to sacrifice. From the moment of birth, we are always ready." Hawke said.

"Very good." Guilliman said: "Besides the battle to recover Cadia, there are more dangerous battles, get ready, Hawke. The Empire's wrath is about to burn, and the Holy Great Crusade will begin again, Your mission is not over yet. Get ready to fight, and let countless universes await the salvation of the Empire."

"Okay, Your Majesty." An impulse surged in Hawke's heart. Even though he had lived for centuries, he was still as passionate as when he left Natal.

Guilliman turned and walked back to his throne.

When he was sitting on the throne, the screen that switched to other scenes switched to him again.

"For the Human Empire, for Your Majesty." Hawk raised his hand and shouted.

All the Natalians made the same gesture.

The guests who came from afar shouted.

Hundreds of millions of voices roared loudly, forming a terrifying sound wave that swept across the entire planet and even the entire galaxy.

No one ordered them to do that.

Doing so doesn't require any commands.

The man who sits on the throne is their king.

It is this man who shaped the present empire, made the stars bow their knees to mankind, and let all evil flee far away from the territory of human life.

It is this man who leads mankind to a glorious and bright future. People think that he is more sacred than the word god.

They shouted spontaneously, in order to show their loyalty and love to the Lord of Men.

Many people were crying, just seeing the honor of the Emperor and being in a galaxy with him was enough to make them feel more satisfied than ever before.

If not all human emotions will be absorbed by the firewall, I am afraid that the emotions of these fanatical people will set off a huge subspace storm.

Guilliman smiled, and responded to the situation with absolute calmness and peace. His words echoed through the communication network and in all loudspeakers.

"Long live humanity."

After all the officials were sent away, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the Emperor Supreme launched a huge force field traction, pushing the huge hull to the edge of the galaxy.

A huge warp portal emerges at the edge.

Strange witchcraft fire erupted from it, illuminating the dark void.

The fleet sinks into it, and waits until the last ship also disappears into the crack.

The excited people stopped.

Their faces were flushed and their hearts were excited.

It was unimaginable luck for them to meet the Emperor of the Empire.

It is very likely that they will not be able to get this kind of luck again for many years to come.

No matter what they achieve, it will never bring them joy beyond what they have today.

In a dark void far away from the light of the stars, there is a huge Void No. 5 space transfer station suspended.

Before the human empire had established a complete lighthouse navigation system, the ships of the empire could only use the astronomical torch from Terra to navigate the dangerous subspace.

Warp navigation was far less stable than it is today.

Every voyage is a dangerous adventure.

People can only sail in relatively safe waterways, and they will leave the subspace every once in a while and return to the real world to rest.

Civilian ships are far less arrogant than imperial military ships, and they can tear open cracks in the universe at will and enter the subspace.

In order to ensure their own interests, merchants often choose areas that are relatively easy to enter the subspace as ports for temporary corrections.

Those space transfer stations far away from the stars were born under such circumstances

Void No. 5 was built a long time ago.

The empire at that time had not yet been established.

There was no lighthouse navigation system, and there was no star torch. Of course, the subspace was not as dangerous as it is today.

Even without Geller's position, people can safely navigate in the warp.

Around the space transfer station, there is something called the protection axis by the old captains. It is a safe haven built in the real space around the cobweb-like base.

Those ships passing the channel will dock in the safe haven, and the crew will go to the entertainment area of ​​Void 5 to have some fun.

Information shows that Void-5 declined in the Era of Long Night, and when the empire was established, the space station became very prosperous again.

Some savvy sub-administrators will even spend military money to enhance their weapons to defend the normal operation of the space station.

That boom until the Great Rift event broke out.

In that crazy, dark time, even with a whole team of navigators, and a ship equipped with the best Geller force field, entering the warp is an extremely crazy move.

The Warp at that time was like a pot of boiling oil, and ships that entered it tended to lose their way.

Fortunate ones will appear thousands of light-years away from the target.

The unlucky ones disappeared without a trace, and their lives and deaths are unknown.

Void No. 5 space soon fell into decline at that time.

No one dares to cross the star sea to come here.

In order to reduce losses, the cargo ship and the naval supply ship also stopped communication.

Only ships that need to hide their whereabouts still use this route.

And these also affect the quality of the occupants of Void 5.

Chaotic places attract only madmen.

Those scholars who master the secrets of machinery and the operation of all things will only stay in a peaceful environment.

Their abilities only work in a cooperative society.

In a place of madness, they will only be the object of oppression.

Excellent people are gradually leaving, leaving this empty spiral building with nothing but emptiness and echoes.

When the empire re-emerged, the lighthouse navigation system launched by Guilliman replaced the former Astronomican.

The navigation safety factor of subspace has been greatly improved.

Ships have fewer and fewer accidents.

The transfer station is also useless.

Some transfer stations were transformed in time, transforming them into cheap immigrant spaceships.

According to a certain trajectory, go back to hundreds of galaxies, and send those imperial citizens who want to leave or travel.

Most of the residents are those who want to enjoy low-cost starry sky services.

Although the space station is very slow, it has a complete ecosystem and a sound social system.

Guests whose journey lasts for one or two years can still find a job, and they can still have a slight surplus after deducting the fare when they arrive at the destination.

This immigrant ship transformed from a large space station is loved by people with insufficient budget.

However, not all space stations will be transformed. Some space stations that are unmanned in the subspace will often be abandoned in the dark void, becoming a gathering place for smugglers, slaves, thieves, prostitutes, and black market merchants.

Those space stations often become lawless places.

Mortals who are easily seduced come to these places in search of the thrill they crave.

Void-5 is such a space station.

It has been dissociated from the social system of the empire and has become a place where filth is hidden.

Those shady goods will be traded here, laundered after complicated procedures, and placed in an imperial store.

Some guys with desire in their hearts come here to enjoy the carnival and chaos, as well as the indulgence of desire that is prohibited by the laws of the empire.

All this corruption continued until the arrival of Calgar.

The rage of the Master of Ultramarines set the entire space station ablaze.

The Ultramarines shoot wildly at the fleeing Chaos Warriors, even if it means destroying the space station.

"Abadon!"

"Stand up, you **** coward, stand up and face me."

Calgar continued to growl in anger.

The huge fist pierced through the opponent's defense with ease.

The huge Chaos Terminator slashed over with a battle ax in hand.

Calgar turned around to avoid the blow released by the opponent with all his strength.

Gauntlets surround crackling arcs.

He squatted down slightly, and then punched a rising dragon fist from below.

The huge fist smashed the Chaos Terminator's jaw to pieces.

The opponent's head exploded instantly into a rain of blood mixed with metal fragments.

The mutilated body is under the influence of excessive killing kinetic energy. He fell back to the ground with a force capable of crushing the spine.

Calgar's movements were faster than the body that fell to the ground.

At the moment before the corpse fell to the ground, the battle group leader adjusted his standing posture and turned half a circle.

The two bolters under the gauntlet roared like thunder, unleashing a barrage of death on the Chaos warriors around them.

Two more Terminators were torn apart on the spot by blessed bombs.

A roaring power hammer slammed at him.

Calgar deflected the opponent's hammer head with a backhand punch.

Another punch with the momentum of thunder.

The Chaos Warrior died on the spot, and the shattered corpse flew out like a high-speed shell, knocking into the air several Chaos Warriors who wanted to pounce on them.

Calgar stepped forward, nothing could stop him.

He and his personal guards rushed all the way to the interior of the space transfer station.

At the back, there are fewer Chaos Traitors.

Some metal puppets burning green evil fire replaced them and became the main force to stop Calgar and others.

Those puppets have limbs like humans, but there are two huge chimneys behind them, emitting strange blue light and smoke.

The distorted mechanical structure emitted a terrifying light, and those green eyes were as pure as gemstones, but exuded terrifying malice.

They have the same tall body as the original cast warriors, and the arms driven by strange energy have the strength comparable to the strongest transformation unit in the empire.

A Primaris warrior wearing power armor was blown away by those terrifying puppets with a single punch, and the whole person flew out.

If it weren't for the powerful repair function of the Heart of the Empire, I'm afraid he would be killed on the spot.

Abaddon obviously got some brand new gadgets.

Calgar notified the technicians to start the anti-magic stance, but it didn't work. The metal puppets didn't stop, and their strength didn't weaken in any way.

What makes people even more troublesome is their unsolvable ability to reorganize. Calgar smashed them into pieces with ease with the gloves in his hands.

Those fragments will soon melt into molten iron in a burst of green flames, and then become a metal golem again.

Like there's no way to kill it.

In the end, Calgar's deputy figured out a way to use the dimensional device to split their bodies and throw them in two different spaces, only to stop those metal puppets with infinite resurrection ability.

After dealing with the metal golems, Calgar walked to the target room located by the scanner built into the armor.

The plastic-steel gate is firmly locked.

Although the surface of the door is pitted and has mottled rust, it is thick enough to withstand the impact of a small nuclear bomb.

Calgar can wait for his subordinates to use the laser cutter to open the door.

But he chose the simplest and rudest way.

That is to take a deep breath, take a half step back, activate the power fist and the auxiliary impact system, and then punch out suddenly, with a loud noise, the thick plastic steel door becomes twisted.

Dazzling red alarm lights cover every corridor in the corridor with loud sirens.

Calgar made another punch and knocked the entire gate flying, smashing the seven or eight traitors inside into a pulp.

When he rushed in, the bullets roared like a torrential rain and roared through the air.

Thousands of ammunition were unleashed in seconds.

The bullets blocked by the energy shield piled up under Calga's feet.

A heavy-duty bolter machine gun with heavy armor and firmly grasping the ground with four brackets was facing the door, pouring ammunition, and the circulating fluid used to cool the barrel produced countless bubbles.

One of Calgar's personal guards directly pulled the trigger of the plasma cannon in his hand, and a dazzling light ball flew by. The upper body and the heavy bolter machine gun of the cultist who pulled the trigger disappeared. The high temperature of the plasma photosphere directly vaporized, leaving only a puddle of molten iron and rising steam.

The traitors in the room were quickly killed.

No shadow of Abaddon.

Just two Chaos Terminator and a bunch of **** traitors.

Calgar could not help but let out an angry growl.

Abaddon escaped several times, which made Calgar gritted his teeth with hatred, and regarded it as his own shame.

After receiving the news of Abaddon's haunting, he regarded it as an opportunity to wash away his shame.

With the help of the empire's intelligence system, he quickly locked on Void Five.

Unfortunately, the other party still escaped.

"That damned coward." Calgar growled like an angry lion.

"My lord, these seem to be star maps, another path leading to the Cadia fortress."

The words of the personal guard made Calga suppress the rage in his heart, and turned to study the things on the black iron table in the room.

There are data sheets and some security communication cans scattered on the desktop, and there is also a huge map that looks like it is made of some kind of animal skin.

Various symbols are used to represent galaxies on the map, and brown lines represent subspace roads, connecting various symbols.

Cadia was marked out, and several lines connected it, including a route the Empire had never known.

"Bring someone alive." Calgar said.

A personal guard walked over with a captured cultist.

"What is this?" Calgar asked while clutching the map.

"I won't tell you anything." The cultist said: "You guys who have been fooled by the tyrant, you will get nothing from me."

"A hard bone, break it." Calgar said.

The two guards next to him nodded, dragged the prisoner aside, and summoned a think tank with mind-reading ability.

It didn't take long for the captive to scream, full of pain and despair.

Ten minutes later, a personal guard handed the read information to Calga.

ps: To be continued.

I can work hard to speed up the update speed. As for the water problem, alas, 1.9 million words, I can say that I have a conscience. I have been rushing to the plot (and will add some private goods), and the fights of the protagonist are all tricks In seconds, the harvest is not repeated. It may be that the transitional chapters are poorly written. I try to make a few funny and sickly characters. I try to make the beginning funny and the ending theme sublimated, so as to improve the reading experience of the old men. .

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