Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a tall figure staggered out from the smoky interior of the Stormbird with yellow and black warning stripes. The rusty armor loomed from under the tattered cloak, and the iron boots were stuck to the ground.
The soil of hundreds of worlds,
Its shoulder armor is composed of a large moving gear and piston, and the weight is supported by the inflated piston.
Under the helmet, its face was covered with a large piece of rusted steel, with two eyepieces filled with fog. An air intake hose was inserted into the center of the face, and the oily smoke emitted formed a dirty smoke cloud around it.
Draw a trail behind you.
It makes a gurgling sound every time it breathes, and with its slightly curved back, it looks surly.
However, there is undoubtedly power within that tortured body. Although it looks decrepit, it somehow controls everything around it.
This man holds a huge power hammer, the dull sound of the root echoing heavily every time it strikes the rock. His huge shoulders speak of an almost cruel stoicism, one that can withstand forces that dwarf his brothers.
ability.
After walking in front of the team, it stopped and hissed under its helmet.
"May the gods bless you, great Warmaster."
The war blacksmith said in a low voice. The sound came from inside the power armor, like the boiling flames in a furnace and the hissing of a rusty piston.
Then, the terminators of the Black Legion parted ways.
The Lord of the Black Legion, the Great Despoiler Ezekiel Abaddon, slowly walked out.
Garmozej stared at the warmaster and had to admit that Abaddon did have a talent that made everyone respect and love him, and all armies begged to be led by him.
The iconic braids towering high on the top of the armor, his head submerged in a ball of blood-red boiling energy. The end of his right arm is a huge power claw, which emits uncontrollable killing power even when it is closed.
Roar of desire.
As he moves, it seems that the entire galaxy's material quickly makes way for him, making him obscenely huge. The red-gold glasses decorated on the baroque armor seem to stare out consciously, observing, judging, and testing.
However, his own eyes were the most terrifying.
The golden eyes were surrounded by layers of pale flesh. They were a pair of eyes that had stared at the soul in the center of the abyss, a pair of eyes that had faced the shape of reality with its desperate and cruel authority.
Ezekiel Abaddon stood in front of the warsmith Babon Falk and stretched out his left hand.
"And may the gods bless you, my brother."
Babon Falk gently shook Abaddon's hand, then let go and looked around.
"Iskandar Kayan didn't come with you? I thought he was just like your shadow."
"I thought the same was true for you, Honso."
As soon as he heard Honso's name, Papen Falk coughed contemptuously.
"Who knows what that bastard has done and where he is? I'm looking for him myself. If you happen to run into him, you must let me know."
Abaddon's gaze then flickered, his eyes moving strangely, as if he were looking at something that wasn't there, or that should be there.
But Garmozejie felt that the other party's eyes seemed to glance at him, although Abaddon did not turn his head at all.
"I will, brother, thank you very much for your help this time."
"With a little effort, our contract is still valid, everything is ready, and the stage has been set."
Abaddon nodded, his face expressionless, as if his once approachable humanity had dried up and been replaced by a distant majesty.
"In the eyes of the Imperial people, it seems like I failed again."
"Those rats who live under the light of the star torch can never see the true darkness."
The Warsmith gasped and shook his head.
"By the time they turned their attention to the Pisces Star, we had already destroyed ten black stone creations in the Obscurity Sector."
"That's what happened. It looked like they won this battle, but it was actually a win-win situation - we won twice."
Abaddon whispered. He raised his head and scanned the crystal ether above his head with an empty gaze.
"They are still fighting hard in the cobwebs we have set up."
Suddenly, his expression became serious.
"But remember, what we are facing is not some little warlord who has a last-ditch fight. Even if he is weak, even if he is a skeleton, he is still incomparable... Can you imagine what can give birth or kill?
Is there such an existence as death? To succeed, it must be foolproof, so that in the end he cannot escape the punishment of the Avengers... We still have a lot to do, and destroying the black stone creation is only a key step. There are still many obstacles before us.
There are many troubles, such as Soshyan this time, he will definitely be a big trouble for us in the future."
"Then destroy him, along with his battle group."
Abaddon shook his head.
"Not now. Now the empire is already frightened. Any action will cause it to react strongly. There are also some people..."
As he spoke, his brows wrinkled.
To this day, he still clearly remembers the uneasiness and doubt in his heart when he faced that mysterious man.
who is he?
Why are you dressed like that?
Why does it make him feel so familiar?
After leaving Pai Mao, Abaddon once locked himself in a private room for three full days just to clarify the whole matter. During this process, his eyes were always fixed on one thing——
An old object from many, many years ago, hidden in a box and deep in his memory that he almost never opens, because he saw this thing in the other person.
A silver gibbous moon medal.
This thing brought him back ten thousand years ago, to the moment on the lower deck of the Vengeful Spirit that was supposed to be the twilight of Terra.
"What's our name?"
"Moon Wolf."
"On top of it?"
"Shadowmoon Council."
"Bathe in this moonlight, and work together to prove my oath, which will remain true until death."
"Kill for the living!"
"Kill for the dead!"
Four warriors wearing green and white armor were kneeling on the ground and roaring in unison. Between them was a round pool, with the pale reflection of a planet reflected on the water.
Then, the four warriors lowered their swords and put the tip of the sword against the gorget of the warrior on their left.
In addition, the other hand of each soldier holds a folded square oath ribbon. This kind of paper ribbon is usually used to record the goals that each unit wants to achieve on the battlefield. The soldiers will carry these ribbons.
The belt is attached to the armor to indicate one's tactical intentions to his comrades.
The four soldiers present all wrote a paragraph on the ribbon - but those words had nothing to do with honor, but a method of punishment that they had drawn up for those who betrayed their oaths.
Although so many years have passed, Abaddon still remembers what someone said back then -