Kayon was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.
"Hahaha! Not to mention that your eleventh legion is not even a shadow now. Even if you really rebuild the legion, you will never be able to fight against Abaddon!"
"Oh? He is an Astartes, and I am also an Astartes. Even if he has the power of the evil god, he can never defeat the Gray Marrow."
"No, you think Abaddon's biggest trump card is psychic power? Then you are wrong. When you really face him, you will know how wrong you are!"
Soshyan thought for a while. Although the Black Legion seemed far away, now that he had captured Kayon, the opponent would definitely not give up.
Maybe it won't be long before he has to face the revenge of the traitor, so he can be prepared by knowing more.
"Then tell me what Abaddon's biggest trump card is."
"It's a sword."
"A sword?"
Kayon closed his eyes, seeming to be recalling something——
"That is a magic sword. A lot of everything we did was caused by that magic sword... Under the edge of this magic sword, the empire fell into a sea of blood, even we ourselves were bleeding like rivers, black
The Legion launched a crusade to possess it, and spent endless hours slaying those who sought to take it."
"Does it have a name?"
"In the Ctonian language, this magic sword is called Usag, or "Forgotten," the crude language of Leo's former legion. In Nagrakari, it is called Skalavar, or "Crown Splitter."
..In the Prospero language of Tizca, the city where I was born, it is Mal-Atar-Sai "the Mad Shard", and to Nefertari's people it is Thorathel.
"The Thorn of Truth", mentioning its name will only be regarded as the darkest curse... But these are imperfect translations of the real name of the magic sword, because it is not forged in the ordinary world, nor shaped by ordinary hands.
.”
"Is it that powerful?"
"Oh, in the wordless spiritual language of the rapid wind in the subspace, in the endless roar of the devil's chant, its true name is always echoing - Drachnion... The human mind cannot understand it as words.
, because it is not a phrase, but a concept. The screams and sobs of the Eternal Song tell the inevitable death of the Emperor, and his Empire will also go extinct in ignorance and blind faith! That chorus, that concept, incarnates
The origin of the devil is Drachnion, and it is the concept that we try to turn into words with language, but always fail. Usag, Skalavar, Mar-Attar-Sai... they all
From the same source: Drachnion, the end of the Imperium, a monster born of faith in the Warp, a monster that exists only to kill the King of Men."
"Concept...you said it is a concept?"
"It's too profound for you. To put it simply, that existence you call chaos, or the evil union, that existence we call gods - its essence and energy do not obey us, it is not unilateral
The entity that supports us is not a reliable weapon adapted to our needs.... It uses us and encourages us just to satisfy its own whims.... It is a sincere force that makes us willing
The earth wears original sin outside of its armor, but it is also the essence of absolute deceit, twisting and changing itself at will to pursue its conflict-ridden end. It is formed by the memories, emotions and pain of every human being since the birth of time.
, the absolute power of conflict, and the same suffering of countless alien races are also mixed in, allowing it to finally take shape."
Soshiyang frowned. Although he didn't completely believe what Kayon said, he was still afraid of this terrifying magic weapon.
"How did Abaddon get such a powerful thing?"
"It can be used by others, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to be used by it in turn... It can accept worship or various pleas, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to bear the risk of being cursed during the ascension process. It
It is the power flowing in the blood of reality. It has chosen us. It not only regards us as its toys, but also regards us as its warriors. There are so many things that are beyond words... But to be honest, it does not
On our side, many of us spend our lives fighting against it, fighting against it more than pleading with it.”
Kayon sighed softly, seeming to recall something.
"This is the Blade of Abaddon... Even though I am now alone here, carefully restrained by you, this imprisonment still gives me some comfort: it is a relief to be so far away from Draknien."
"Is it affecting you too?"
"Even if my power has been drained, I can still hear its whispers at the edge of my consciousness, but I can no longer hear its laughter, and it no longer penetrates into the core of my essence...
.It is interference, it is infection, it is a demon that tears reality apart and leaves an invisible chaos, and takes great pleasure in it. Some people say that this weapon is shaped like a long sword, just because Ezekiel wants it to adopt
I can tell you this appearance is true... it is not a sword, it cannot even be called a monster. Among the legions, there are rumors that it is the first sword given to Abaddon by the gods.
A gift to lure him into the arms of the gods, and if true, this would not be their last attempt."
"It's just the devil, I'm not afraid."
"I told you, it's not a demon."
"what is that?"
"That is fate - it lies in Abaddon's hands."
Soshyan was not used to Kayan's way of speaking. He was silent for a moment and asked a simple question.
"Did this thing appear after the Horus Heresy?"
"Not really.
"Then why didn't the Primarchs who rebelled earlier get it."
"Because it doesn't want to help those original bodies, Abaddon was able to obtain it all thanks to the Weeping Lady."
"The Weeping Lady? A witch?"
"No, her name is Moriana... You must not have imagined her identity. She was once one of the founders of the Imperial Tribunal, and the records about her have been almost completely erased.
There may be clues about her to be found in the deepest shadows of the Palace of Terra...but there is no doubt that the poison caused by her presence has penetrated your very foundations, just as ours have been deeply affected."
Soshyan's eyes suddenly widened.
"The founder of the Inquisition...this..."
This is indeed a bombshell. If this matter spreads, the legitimacy of the Inquisition will even be shaken.
But Soshyan quickly calmed down again.
It's such a long time ago, and it's only one side of the story from Khayon. Maybe it's just a demon in disguise.
"How are you sure she is the founder of the Inquisition?"
"Because... I was the one who brought her to Abaddon."
"From your tone, it sounds like you have some regrets?"
Kayon chuckled.
"It's okay if you think so. In a sense, the evolution of the Black Legion also started with her."