Black Abyss Star.
Above the airspace, Chaos warships covered in rotting flesh, thorns, and tentacles bared their fangs and claws, blocking out the sunlight.
It is a terrifying force that any civilized world fears.
Boom boom boom——
The earth shook as the mighty hammers of dead souls and corrupted steel struck the wailing material on the anvil.
The Black Sages control the hideous tentacles, adding more Chaos to the furnace to forge even more evil adamantine.
"Fear, torture, pain, the Lord of Terror follows us everywhere, burning all souls..."
Chaos slaves chanted songs of praise as they toiled in the dark forge, keeping the machinery running and shedding thick sweat of hard work.
These slaves were extremely dedicated, never slacking off for a moment, and even felt honored.
Because they are also an important part of the Dark Grand Forge.
Whether it is deadly weapons and armor, or terrifying demon engines, they are all the result of his hard work and sweat.
These dark creatures will claim countless lives on the battlefield, blood will flow like rivers, and the enemy's wailing fear will never end.
Even if they are slaves, they are participating in killing, spreading fear, and making their own contributions to the great Lord of Terror!
Therefore, you can also receive the gift from that great being!
"Praise Diablo! He will bring down more soul-searing terror and fire!"
The slaves were filled with strength at the thought of this, because some of them had been blessed and became higher-level dark technicians.
The Dark Technician has a strong body and more tentacles, and has escaped from the status of a slave and officially become a member of the Legion of Terror.
The Lord of Terror favors all his people equally, and all the blood and sweat they have shed are rewarded.
What generosity and grace is that?!
Across the entire Black Abyss Star, a vigorous dark production is underway. Space ships are being disassembled, and more materials are being thrown into the dark furnace.
Batch after batch of Chaos weapons and armor were delivered, and the demon engine ignited the molten fire in its core, stepped out of the factory, and let out a deafening roar.
These will ignite the flames of war.
roar--
In front of the giant altar of the Dark Workshop, several fear warriors paid enough blood points under the envious gazes of the crowd and obtained their own mounts - the Hell Dragon.
These Hell Wyverns are specially designed and equipped with saddles, allowing Dread Warriors to control these abominable beasts.
They will become the Dread Knights!
More and more hell dragons flew up, circled in the air, and spewed out pillars of flames.
In the pitch-black clouds, a figure with faint claws and scales flashed by. Just from the exposed part, one could infer its terrifying size.
That was the Dark Prince's mount - Black Flame, a hundreds-meter-long, pitch-black hell dragon flowing with molten fire.
"Sure enough, that little guy prefers a chaotic environment..."
On the observation deck of the Demon Palace.
Ron looked at the giant abominable beast tumbling in the chaotic clouds and smiled.
That is the red flame.
But that was its previous name. Now it has been renamed Black Flame, and it has undergone a complete dark transformation, becoming more deadly.
It can be regarded as restoring its true identity as the Hell Dragon.
Oh!
Black Flame swooped down and came to the observation deck, wagging its tail desperately.
The giant tail, studded with poisonous stingers and blades, swept out an airburst with enough force to cut through any fighter jet or even a large landing ship.
It is begging its owner to feed it.
"Hungry again?"
Ron used fel energy to bind the struggling Chaos entity—a gigantic Nurgle demon—and threw it into the distance: "Go away, go and have fun by yourself!"
This little guy likes this.
Amid the screams of the Nurgle demon, Blackflame flapped his wings and chased after it, caught it, teased it, and tore it apart and swallowed it.
When it turned around, its owner had disappeared.
Heiyan lowered his head and let out a howl, then flew deep into the clouds again, looking for new fun.
For example, chasing after those Dread Knights riding tiny creatures.
Inside the Demon Palace.
"Damn it, I'll have to ask the black oil guys to improve the equipment."
Ron restrained his fel energy and sat at the huge dark table, leaning over and carefully poking at the data tablet to handle affairs.
He began to understand how miserable Lao Ji was at that time.
"Sir, our vanguard has already set out..."
The Dark Thunder Guard came over to report.
Not long ago, a 10,000-man vanguard army of the Legion of Dread followed the Dark Prince's orders and marched from the Eye of Terror to the Empire's territory - the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.
Ron nodded, still focusing on the dataslate.
After those fear warriors obtained a large amount of equipment, they were clamoring to fight all day long. They should have been released long ago.
Therefore, he asked those guys to cause trouble for Nurgle's forces in advance and spread the reputation of the Legion of Dread.
And by the way, he also publicized the terrifying power of the Dark Prince and provoked the Primarch of Hope to set the tone.
In order to achieve the goal of "I challenge myself".
Click.
Ron's sharp claws pierced the data slate, sending sparks flying.
"What a piece of crap!"
He impatiently crushed the mechanical creation in his hand and looked at the Dark Thunder Guard:
"Come and help me operate it..."
It seems necessary to select a group of trustworthy people to form a dark strategy team to assist me in handling affairs.
Afterwards, Ron slumped back into the black throne and listened to the report from the Dark Thunder Guard.
According to the latest statistics, the Dread Legion already possesses nearly two thousand Chaos warships and many more affiliated battle groups, and the number of Dread Warriors has reached an astonishing 100,000.
Now, the entire Black Abyss Star is actively preparing for war.
This is a force that no force in the galaxy or the subspace can ignore. It is powerful enough to participate in large-scale wars and influence the direction of the war.
All of this is thanks to the gift of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon.
It must be said that Loudon's contribution is commendable, and he will make a significant contribution to the cause of peace in the human empire.
From another perspective, Abaddon's health bar is indeed very thick.
Even after being hit continuously by himself, the Regent and many Chaos forces, the other party did not fall into despair.
This is enough to prove that the Chaos Warmaster and the Great Plunderer are quite capable and very strong.
Ron frowned.
The only thing he was worried about now was whether Abaddon would go crazy and attack him without thinking.
Fortunately, he had a plan in place and sent many wise men to prevent this from happening.
…
Salvador.
Dark Shadow Castle, Hall.
"No!!!"
The great Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon the Despoiler, can no longer hold on!
Not long ago, some survivors escaped from the territory of the Legion of Terror and brought back an extremely shocking and absurd news.
Almost all of the two fleets sent by the Black Legion to attack the Legion of Dread surrendered, abandoning the Chaos Warmaster and joining the Dark Prince's army.
This allowed the Legion of Dread to have a much larger army without having to sacrifice a single soldier.
This is simply the biggest joke in the galaxy in recent times, a complete humiliation, and a bigger blow than the previous looting of the base.
The Chaos Warmaster's authority was completely destroyed!
Is it still worth following a commander who has been betrayed by his own warriors?
Tales of the Black Legion's expeditionary fleet defecting to the enemy spread throughout the Eye of Terror, vividly depicting the stinginess and foolishness of the Chaos Warmaster, the Grand Despoiler.
He has become a fool and a fool in the Eye of Terror.
This incident was mercilessly ridiculed by many chaotic beings.
"Why on earth is this happening?!
Slander, this is a despicable slander, how could I…"
Abaddon Redwen roared, shaking with anger, his armor creaking as a chill covered his heart.
He even felt a little aggrieved.
Because before the reinforcement fleet set off, he gritted his teeth and took out the inventory and generously armed all the soldiers.
And they use the best equipment.
Why are you still stingy?!
"hateful!!!"
As his old rivals taunted him one after another, the Chaos Warmaster finally couldn't hold it in any longer and fainted from anger.
Under the blow of the rumors, this person fell to the ground, and everything except his ponytail was soft.
"Lord Warmaster!"
Seeing this, the Slaanesh Lord who was kneeling on the ground ready to accept punishment rushed over and hugged the Chaos Warmaster tightly.
Afterwards, new rumors spread that the Chaos Warmaster was dead.
This being was humiliated by the Dark Prince and the Legion of Terror. He was so angry that he screamed three times, vomited three liters of blood, and then fell from the throne and lost his voice.
This caused more chaos within the Black Legion, and more people secretly packed up and fled.
In the realm of chaos, news always travels so quickly. Not long after, in the throne room.
Abaddon woke up slowly and heard the concerned voice of the Slaanesh Lord. This loyal subordinate had been guarding him all the time.
He was quite emotional.
Now in this Eye of Terror, there are not many people I can trust.
Therefore, there is no thought of continuing to punish the other party.
The Slaanesh Lord gave the being a deep look and asked, "Master Warmaster, should we assemble the fleet?!"
He was unwilling to accept his previous failure.
"Contact other factions and ask if they are willing to send troops to form a joint fleet to plunder the Dread Legion together..."
Abaddon sighed slightly, apparently having calmed down and no longer been overwhelmed by anger.
Not long after, Tzeentch's lieutenant came to report the news.
The situation is not good.
Not many leaders of the Chaos forces responded to this call, and a small half of them directly rejected the proposal.
"We can't destroy the Legion of Terror, at least not now..."
Abaddon closed his eyes in pain and made a difficult decision: "Let's put the attack on the Dread Legion on hold for now. We have more important things to do!"
With the current strength of the Legion of Dread, if they cannot gather the forces of other Chaos forces and reach a consensus, it will be difficult to have a chance to wipe them out.
Instead, it may put yourself in a deeper crisis.
Through analyzing some intelligence, he clearly understood the situation in the Eye of Terror.
The savior, the Chaos Plunderer, broke the tacit understanding between the Chaos forces and organized the plunder of Salvador.
This set a very bad precedent, causing the trust between the chaotic forces to completely collapse and forming one chain of suspicion after another.
Now no one dares to send out a large-scale army alone.
Even organizing a joint fleet has become an extremely difficult task. Before reaching a consensus, the chaotic forces are unwilling to send out a large number of their troops.
Otherwise, what if I go out to fight and the rest of the Chaos forces unite and raid my lair?
Even Abaddon himself didn't dare, he had learned enough lessons.
Furthermore, he had deep doubts about the loyalty within the Black Legion. Could there be more traitors hidden among them?!
He even doubted it.
If he sent out more troops, he would most likely be attacked by the Legion of Dread and other Chaos forces.
Now that he, the Chaos Warmaster, has lost his dignity, too many Chaos beings want to challenge him.
Perhaps, the Legion of Fear had already begun planning and had joined forces with certain Chaos forces, just waiting for me to reveal my flaws before delivering a fatal blow!
"The Black Legion will not end here, but will become even stronger!"
Abaddon's gaze hardened as he reflected on the mistakes he had made since the Dark Crusade.
He was so proud and complacent that he neglected the management of the legion, causing internal chaos.
It's time to change.
Fortunately, he still had a chance to turn back, as the Black Legion still retained enough strength to avoid falling completely into the abyss.
This Chaos Warmaster and Great Plunderer decided to learn from his mistakes, purge the traitors within his ranks, reshape the Black Legion, and create a more powerful army!
Afterwards, under Abaddon's orders, the Black Legion withdrew its front, launched an internal purge, and developed dormantly.
…
Black Abyss Star, Demon Palace.
"Lao Dun is awake now..."
Ron received the latest information and was quite emotional.
In fact, Abaddon made the right choice not to launch a full-scale attack on the Legion of Terror.
Because once the Black Legion sends out a large number of troops, it will most likely be harassed and attacked by other Chaos forces, resulting in greater losses.
This has also been my operational layout all along.
Since the creation of the Legion of Dread, he has adhered to a bottom line, that is, not to allow this new chaotic force to become everyone's common enemy.
We must make our enemies as few as possible and our friends as many as possible.
Otherwise it will eventually end up destroyed.
At least before developing in secret and gaining enough strength to crush all chaotic forces, you cannot provoke too many enemies.
Therefore, when the Legion of Dread recruited new members, it consciously rejected members of certain Chaos forces.
And never offend their territory, never recruit people in their territory.
Not only that, he also sent wise men to secretly establish contacts with some Chaos forces, develop trade relations, and sell looted second-hand armor at low prices.
They even buy and give away some supplies selflessly.
Some people with whom you have a good relationship will also sell you some high-quality armor, weapons, and even accessories.
This also allowed the Legion of Dread to establish good relations with many Chaos forces.
What's more, most of the Chaos forces in the Eye of Terror are hostile to each other. Holding the idea that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, the Legion of Fear will naturally be welcomed by some Chaos forces.
Who wouldn't love such a generous friend?
Ron looked through the information about the Black Legion's recent actions, his brows gradually furrowed.
That guy Abaddon is starting to work hard.
That means the Chaos Warmaster will become more difficult to deal with in the future, and perhaps the Black Legion will undergo a transformation and become even more terrifying.
Fortunately, that happened later.
Now he can finally free up his hands and devote all the strength of the Legion of Dread to the Plague War.
After Ron arranged the subsequent preparations and battle plans for the Legion of Terror, the Chaos Demon Body was covered by thick black fog.
Only two scarlet lights remained.
He logged off from this small vest, and his consciousness returned to the Royal Court to take charge of the overall situation in preparation for the frontal battlefield of the Plague War.
For a long time afterwards, he had to multitask...
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Holy Land World, Ers Star.
The outer ring of the huge webway portal rotated slightly, and countless ships came and went, shuttling through the airspace of this galaxy.
Ships from hundreds of civilized worlds and even more regions converge here through complex webway routes.
These ships come here for different purposes, whether it is to communicate or do business, or to worship holy places, trade goods, transport logistics, study, etc.
Tens of billions of people come and go, passing through the huge star port like land to this holy world, and then flow to different areas.
This place undoubtedly became one of the most prosperous areas of the empire.
The original land area of Ers could no longer support such a large population, so they had to further expand the space and build several star rings around the planet.
These star rings became the new bases for many departments.
For example, the Ministry of the Interior, as its population has expanded to more than one billion, has long moved out of the Royal Court and stationed on the Star Ring.
Only the core departments were left stationed in the Royal Court, ready to be dispatched by the Savior at any time.
Spire Mansion, bedroom.
Ron woke up in the soft big bed, stepped barefoot on the Aldos snow beast fur carpet, and walked to the balcony.
He stretched, familiarized himself with his body, and then looked around.
The star rings outside the atmosphere rotated slightly and crisscrossed each other, casting a faint sacred light.
Wherever you look, it is a garden-like green world, and you can vaguely see the blue ocean.
Over the years, the planet Ers has undergone several transformations. After careful design and ingenious construction, it is truly magnificent.
It boasts lush boulevards, towering buildings, well-irrigated gardens, and many awe-inspiring sacred sights.
For example, the statue of the emperor that soars into the clouds and can be clearly seen from space, made of rare metals and gems.
Its value alone is enough to buy many planets.
This is probably one of the most comfortable and pleasant planets in the galaxy.
According to official reports from the meteorological department, the Holy Land has a warm climate all year round, with clear blue skies and no uncomfortable weather.
The environmental regulation system spread across the planet maintains the stability of the planet's climate.
It has become a peaceful haven.
Such an environment and the sacred towers covering the planet are enough to relieve the fatigue of all visitors.
Let them feel the beauty of life.
Nowadays, people from the Savior's territory and many civilized worlds hope to make a pilgrimage here to experience the one-stop vacation and bathing experience, and by the way, worship the holy relic left by the emperor - a drop of sacred blood.
Of course, all this is free.
Any human being has the opportunity to set foot here, especially citizens of the Savior's territory.
This place is undoubtedly a representative of human civilization, gathering many excellent qualities - harmony, beauty, unity, and friendliness, and is full of perfect imagination of the future of mankind.
The Holy Land of Ers is much better than the crappy Holy Terra.
But no one dares to say that.
"That's great…"
Ron's super eyesight watched the pilgrims and citizens in the holy land in the distance, feeling their joy and beauty.
Perhaps once the human empire becomes extremely wealthy, more citizens will be able to experience all of this.
Gradually, his expression became serious.
The scene before us is just an illusion or expectation created with a lot of resources, just a ray of light.
Now mankind is still in endless darkness, which is bottomless and any glimmer of light is a luxury.
Now, the darkness has become even thicker.
The terrifying Chaos God named Nurgle launched a massive and reckless attack on the galaxy, attempting to drag the Empire into the abyss.
The peace and order of the territory may also be completely destroyed.
Just now, I received an urgent message that the Savior's territory has been attacked by a plague