"Father……"

This almost unfamiliar word flashed through Kayon's mind, and the voice and smile of the Red Prince before he completely fell into madness also appeared in Kayon's mind.

He subconsciously drove away his weakness and cut off this kind of thoughts;

But looking at Abaddon's frozen figure, he had to wonder whether the brother who killed the Horus clone with his own hands would think of the original owner of the giant serpent lin for a moment...

"Okay, but what about the troops on the ground? I just heard the news that Kaibo is dead."

Khayon adjusted his tone and informed Abaddon of the news he had just received.

"Dead..." Abaddon pulled the corpses of several warriors and finally paused after hearing the bad news from Khayon.

"It's better to die, but it's the suffering that comes with being alive...Who's in charge now?"

Halfway through his words, he shook his head mockingly.

How could anyone be responsible?

The prestige of Rifakus Kaibo, the Messenger of Despair, is overwhelming.

And this iron-barrel-like Chaos warband that he single-handedly managed, after his death and soul, its prestige during his lifetime turned into a shortcoming at this time.

No one can stand up to take his place and unite all the messengers of despair under one voice.

In the current chaotic battlefield, this de facto division based on rights or distrust is tantamount to declaring their own dead end.

"Get in touch..."

At the entrance of the hall in the distance, a group of veterans of the Black Legion finally arrived.

Abaddon put down the corpses of his men, and when he turned to pick up the fragments of Draconion, he ordered Khayon:

“We contacted each other one by one, but the time was limited and the fleet was only sent once.

Whoever can get to the assembly point before zero hour will be taken along.

As for those who didn’t catch up…don’t worry about it.”

"Your will!"

Kayon looked at the people around him who were starting to clean up the battlefield, but after all, he did not comfort his brother at this moment.

What he needs now is authority, not brotherhood...

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Phar, the sky above the first continental plate.

The Gray Knights, who have not yet received the news, are still pushing forward according to the tightest schedule.

This kind of nervousness seemed a bit silly at the time, but after the Death Guard fleet appeared, it seemed quite forward-looking.

When disease and death took over cities throughout Farr, Mortarion's fleet was also summoned from the void;

Yellow-green meteors fell like raindrops at the end of the sky, and the Gray Knights in the hive stepped up their pace.

found it.

A silent message spread among the Gray Knights' company, and after confirming the location of Sulla and his squad, the 300-man Gray Knights force also shrunk towards the target.

On the Silver Dawn, the fighter planes personally deployed by the Gray Knight headquarters took the lead, leading the huge fleet of aircraft in the battleship to start tactical cover over Farr;

In the middle level of the hive on the ground, under the stunned gazes of the Battle Sisters and Death Watch, those silver-armored giants who were supposed to appear in small groups and live out the legendary mission actually appeared in groups.

In front of their eyes.

"Want to kowtow?"

Mirius remembered a certain joke among the Astra Militarum, and the source of this terrible joke was striding up to them, then picked up their comrades on his back and left without saying a word.

"Knock two and keep one for yourself."

Brother Severn also had a rare opportunity to be sent down. While following these Gray Knights to evacuate, he smiled at Miris beside him.

"Hahahahaha..." Miris laughed so hard that he couldn't stand still, and was then stabilized by a gray knight passing by with one hand.

And on the shoulders of this particularly tall and strong Gray Knight is their biggest support during this trip - Padilla.

"Keep an eye on her!" Mirius put away his smile and said seriously to Sir Sutherland.

And this kind of persuasion, expressed through her smoke-filled face, was no different from the warning in the eyes of a mortal.

"Of course." A low and loud voice sounded in Miris' ears, like a subwoofer roaring in front of her.

Miris, who was almost startled, backed away slightly, but then stood back with a red face.

"Oh! Here is the throne! It turns out you can talk!"

Mirius's voice sounded in the silent marching team, but no one except her sisters paid attention.

She seemed to feel the strange gaze of the other person on her for a moment, and then in the next second, she felt a huge feeling of soaring clouds and mist, which made her feel angry.

"Put me down! The throne is up! I can leave on my own!"

"………………"

However, this time, no one answered her.

And this group of terrifying Astartes warriors gradually disappeared among the many buildings of Zerita's hive...

Ground report, successful target recovery!

The report from the fighter command unit made Tabers, who was fully focused on the battlefield situation, slightly raise his head.

loss?

Single digits, no casualties.

Continue tracking and be ready to be intercepted by the Death Guard at any time.

receive!

In the huge bridge command hall, the only sounds in the quiet air were the sounds of keyboards and servo operation.

Above the central command sand table, the moment the huge timer reached half an hour, an icy will stretched out its tentacles from the void towards the Silver Dawn's teleportation battle array.

Transmission request received

Encryption permission passed

geller stand open

Weapon array disarmed

Subspace coordinate binding in progress

Start transmitting...

Buzz…

There was a flash of thunder, and Calvin and his honor guard appeared again.

Tabers on the bridge has also been paying attention to this place. After the original body returned intact, he quietly let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Welcome back, Your Excellency."

Tabos thought for a moment, and then chose to use the battleship's public channel to speak to the transmission array.
Chapter completed!