"We should stick to the virtues that the Legion has formed since its inception, help the soldiers recognize themselves and resist evil. We must perform our duties, uphold good and rational advice to the Primarch, urging them to always be fair and wise... In the past, we looked at the Milky Way too simply and believed that there was an insurmountable wall between good and evil. The lesson Trencius brought us is: there is only a line between good and evil, and anyone may cross this boundary on a specific occasion, even we are no exception! If one day we fall into some kind of blind self-confidence, and we believe that we are absolutely impossible to fall into evil, and what we say and do is just - that means we have lost the ability to distinguish good and evil, and we are not far from depravity."
Looking at the oath engraved on the silver medal in the turbulent moon, Abaddon remembered the eyes of the person at that time and couldn't help but fall into memories of the past for three whole days.
Then, when he left his private room, he once again became the Avenger, the Great Raider, and the War Commander.
Pulling my thoughts out of my memories, Abaddon said to the war blacksmith in front of me:
"I need to take some time to figure out something, and we won't have any major activities for the time being until those things are clear."
"If this is your arrangement, I have no objection."
"By the way, what's your original appearance?"
Baben Fak's body stiffened for a while, then shook his head and responded in a low voice:
"It's still the same way. Even if the legion is broken, he won't be able to catch a glimpse. The last time I saw him was four hundred years ago."
Abaddon stretched out his hand and put it on the other person's shoulder.
"Brother, the era of the Primrose has ended, and we will create our era!"
Baben Fak didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
Then, Abaddon turned around and looked at the people outside the circle.
"I'll tell you, this is my friend, the war blacksmith Baben Farke, we fought side by side during the Great Expedition."
He raised his finger and pointed at Kranon.
"This is the leader of the Scarlet Slayer, Kranon the Relentless, and you must have heard of his name."
Looking at Kranon, Baben Farke raised his chin with subtle contempt.
"Fortunately, the ruthless, may the terrible curse go away from you."
Kranon smiled grimly and showed his sharp teeth, answering without any kindness:
"I wish the steel on you will never decay, the war blacksmith."
Abaddon introduced several people one after another, all of whom were accepted by him for mercenaries or allies, and then his fingers stopped in the direction of Garmozejie.
"That is Huron's representative, named Garmozejie. He has made great contributions to this battle."
"Huron's man?"
Baben Fak looked at Garmozej and shook his head.
"You used to be an imperialist."
In Chaos Space Marines, this questioning is almost an insult, especially for those who have been rebellious from the Loyal Chapter, this act of uncovering the scars is enough to draw the sword, which shows the war blacksmith's contempt for Garmozej.
At least he was polite to Kranon, but Garmozej was undoubtedly a small character worth mentioning in his eyes.
Garmozejie clenched his hand armor, but a natural smile appeared on his face.
"I have already lost my way and am hiding the truth of the Milky Way."
Baben Fark snorted, saying nothing.
In this way, Abaddon's meeting with the war blacksmith ended, and then the two sides parted ways. Abaddon returned to his lair in the Eye of Fear, while the war blacksmith headed for his next target of plunder.
But the two sides agreed that they would jointly carry out a major action soon.
Not long after Abaddon returned to the Revenge Soul, he received a request for an interview from Garmozejie.
Five hours later, on the deck of the Revenge Soul, Abaddon looked at Garmozejie who was surrendering to his feet, with no turbulence.
"Huron is my ally, and I am my good brother--"
Abaddon suddenly sighed, bent his claws absent-mindedly.
“……………… We burned oath man rind paper in front of the altar of the gods, and made an alliance under the gaze of the gods, but you want to betray him and make me betray him. This makes me very embarrassed.”
Garmozejie's forehead was against the cold floor and he whispered:
"I just want to serve the true master of the Eye of Fear."
"Ha, I can understand, but not to mention Huron himself, a capricious villain, what do you think of your value? Although Igosermo is dead, you must understand that I am not short of wizards around me. I just need to wave. Whether it is the wizard star or something else, there are a lot of wizards who are much stronger than you who are willing to join me. Even Aliman... I have enough chips to let him do things for me."
"Soldier Zhan, I am—"
"You are descendants of the Second Legion."
Abaddon interrupted Garmozejie.
"Aliman has told me."
Then, the Chaos War Manager chuckled softly.
"The death of a vanishing legion is not very valuable in my eyes. You must understand this. The Second Legion has nothing to be rare. Just like Qianzi, a fragmented legion, no matter how brilliant it was in the past, is worthless in the face of reality, not to mention that you are not even as good as Qianzi."
"What about two-"
Before he finished speaking, Abaddon suddenly grabbed Garmozejie's neck with his hand without claws.
"You want to say the Eleventh Legion, are you?"
This was the first time Garmozejie showed surprise in front of Abaddon. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"I just thought something was wrong with Soshyan and the Knights of the Astrology before, but the battle report of Iron Graspell finally confirmed this, which is why you are still alive after saying those words."
Abaddon smiled at Garmozej, then raised his paws, and a holographic image appeared in the paws, which was Soshiyan Alexey's face.
"I've seen Soshiyan, do you believe it?"
"What--"
"Or, I've seen his face a long time ago... In Fabius' dirty laboratory, I also killed the owner of that face with my own hands."
Garmozejie widened his eyes, and he finally realized what Abaddon said.
"So--"
Abaddon shook his head, let go of his hand, and threw Garmozejie back to the ground.
"Sorry, I haven't seen you, so I know you hate Soshiyan very much, but... you may not be able to surpass him in your entire life."
Garmozejie gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word.
"What? Not convinced?"
Abaddon smiled and hooked his claws at the other party.
"Come on, I'll give you a chance to beat me, and then I will naturally accept you."
"this--"
Garmozejie was stunned, but Abaddon ignored his attitude and turned around and shouted loudly to the surroundings:
"Don't interfere!"
These words are obviously for those Terminator bodyguards.
Then, he turned his gaze back to Garmozejie, who was at a loss.
"You only have one chance to defeat me, or I defeat you, then I will send a traitor's head to Huron and deepen our friendship."
As he said that, he waved his hand at one of the Terminators.
"Your sword."
The other party immediately sent the sword over, which was a power sword.