mtlumby2d Chapter 237 Abaddon's Plan
Chapter 237 Abaddon's Plan
Calgar's fleet, like a sharp blue-gold trident, pierced through space, heading straight for the Black Legion's flagship, "Soul of Vengeance." The fleets of Black Templar, Crimson Fist, and Ultramarines formed a tight formation, their artillery fire weaving into a devastating barrage that forced the Black Legion's warships into a relentless retreat.
"Abaddon, your end is near!" Calgar stood on the flagship's command platform, his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield dynamics projected on the hologram. His power fist was clenched, the knuckles gleaming with energy.
However, Abaddon showed no sign of panic. A slight, sinister smile played on his lips: "Calga, do you really think you've won?"
Under the fierce attack of the human alliance, the Black Legion's warships began to "flee in panic." Their formation appeared chaotic, but in reality, they were retreating in an orderly fashion towards their designated location. Calgar's fleet followed closely behind, bombarding the Black Legion's warships relentlessly, attempting to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.
"Pursue them! Don't let them escape!" Calga shouted, his voice filled with fighting spirit.
Haile Blanchett and Pedro's fleet followed closely behind, their eyes filled with the anticipation of victory. However, they were unaware that they had fallen right into Abaddon's trap.
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Just as the human alliance pursued their pursuers to a desolate starfield, suddenly, space began to warp, and rifts in the warp opened like gaping maws. Countless demons poured out of the rifts, their forms twisted and terrifying, brimming with destructive power.
"It's the Demon Legion!" a captain of an Ultramarines shouted, his voice tinged with fear.
Calga's gaze was cold, but his tone remained firm: "Don't panic, everyone, prepare for battle!"
However, the number of demons far exceeded their expectations. Khorne's bloodthirsty freaks, Tzeentch's shapeshifters, and Slaanesh's succubi—three demonic legions appeared simultaneously, their power throwing the human alliance's fleet into chaos.
"For the Blood God!" roared the demons of Khorne, wielding their massive axes as they charged toward the human warships.
"Knowledge is power!" Tzeentch's demons chanted softly, unleashing deadly magic.
"Enjoy the pain!" the Slaanesh demons chuckled, tormenting the human warriors' spirits with temptation and agony.
The human alliance's fleet suffered heavy losses under the demons' onslaught. A Black Templar cruiser was torn to shreds by Khorne's demons, a Crimson Fist frigate was completely destroyed by Tzeentch's magic, and an Ultramarines battleship fell into internal strife under Slaanesh's temptation.
"Calga, we can't hold on any longer!" Heleblanc's voice came through the communicator, tinged with despair.
Calga frowned, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that if things continued like this, the entire fleet would be destroyed.
"Everyone, retreat!" Calga shouted, his voice filled with helplessness.
The human alliance fleet began its orderly retreat. The demons did not pursue, but stood at a distance, emitting mocking laughter. Karga stood on the flagship's command platform, his gaze coldly fixed on the departing demon legion.
“Abaddon…you are indeed a cunning opponent,” Calgar said in a low voice, a hint of anger in his tone.
Images of Haile Blanchett and Pedro appeared in the holographic projection, their eyes filled with exhaustion and anger.
“Calga, we’ve fallen into Abaddon’s trap,” Pedro said in a low voice, a hint of self-reproach in his tone.
Calga nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Yes, but we can't give up now. We must prepare for the battle to come."
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In the shadows of warp space, Abaddon Descartes stood on the command platform of the "Spirit of Vengeance," his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield dynamics projected onto the hologram. Although the demonic legion's ambush had temporarily repelled the Ultramarines' attack, there was no hint of triumph on Abaddon's face. His brow was furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.
"War Master, we won!" a Chaos Lord exclaimed excitedly, a hint of smugness in his voice. "Those blue-gold guys are nothing special."
Abaddon gave him a cold look, his voice deep and powerful: "Don't let short-term victories go to your head. The Ultramarines won't be defeated so easily; they will always be the Black Legion's greatest enemy."
The Chaos Lord's smile froze on his face, his tone tinged with confusion: "But, War Commander, we just defeated them..."
Abaddon shook his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Defeat? No, we've only temporarily repelled them. The number of Ultramarines is like the stars in the sky. Before long, Vigilant Planet will be surrounded like an iron barrel by hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines. At that time, our situation will be even more difficult."
Just then, Khorne's bloodthirsty freak, Tzeentch's freak, and Slaanesh's succubus emerged from the rift in the warp, their figures twisted and terrifying, brimming with destructive power.
“Abaddon, your enemies are nothing special.” Khorne’s bloodthirsty berserker roared, his voice tinged with disdain. “Those blue-gold guys are utterly pathetic.”
Tzeentch's eccentric freak chanted in a low voice, with a hint of mockery: "Knowledge is power, and they clearly lack that power."
Slaanesh's succubus chuckled, her voice filled with seduction: "Their pain and despair are truly delightful."
Abaddon's gaze was cold, and his voice carried a hint of anger: "Shut up! You arrogant demons have no idea how terrifying the Ultramarines are."
Abaddon walked up to the demons, his gaze cold and stern: "Do not underestimate the Ultramarines. Their numbers, discipline, and tactical prowess far exceed your imagination. If you continue to be so arrogant, you will ultimately be annihilated by them."
Khorne's bloodthirsty madman roared, a hint of displeasure in his voice: "Abaddon, you're too cautious. The power of us demons is far beyond what humans can match."
Abaddon sneered, a hint of disdain in his voice: "Power? Without my plan, you would never have been able to repel the Ultramarines. Remember, we are only temporary allies. If you continue to be so arrogant, I don't mind sending you back to warp myself."
The demons were silent for a moment, then finally nodded, their tone tinged with reluctance: "Alright, Abaddon, we will follow your orders."
Meanwhile, Calga's fleet was retreating in an orderly fashion. He stood on the flagship's command platform, his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield dynamics projected on the holographic screen. His brow was furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.
“Calga, we’ve fallen into Abaddon’s trap.” Heleblanc’s voice came through the communicator, tinged with self-reproach.
Calga nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Yes, but we can't give up now. We must prepare for the battle to come."
Pedro's image appeared in the holographic projection, his eyes filled with exhaustion and anger: "Calga, we need more support."
Calgar nodded, his tone resolute: "I have already sent a distress signal to Macragge. It won't be long before hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines arrive on Vigilant Planet. At that time, we will completely turn the tide of the war."