The bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Cayan was back thirteen minutes ago.

The battle on the Eternal Crusade was fierce, fierce beyond his imagination and beyond his ability to intervene. In the whole battle, he only released a demon summoning spell to help the mist descend, and the rest of the time he stood by and watched. So when he decided to leave, no one noticed him, and no one stopped him.

If it was said that when Tzeentch had just arrived, Cayan still had a little doubt in his heart - worried that a single Tzeentch demon would be able to stop the terrifying and mysterious black-armored warrior, and when he saw the half-mechanical and half-demon subspace entity descend later, followed by another terrible demon and a slaanese demon descending together, Cayan finally completely relieved his heart.

No one can defeat two Chaos Demons at the same time, no one can defeat three Chaos Demons in a row - especially before that man slaughtered two entire Chaos Gangs, one of which was even full of Enchanted Warriors!

His physical strength is like there is no limit, and his power armor energy seems endless. Cayan couldn't believe that such a space soldier really existed in the world - Cayan would rather believe that he was a subspace entity! The subspace entities created by the hatred and vengeance of all loyal Space Marines are designed to prevent their traitors from returning to the real universe.

The more Kayan thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

The dark figure lingered in his mind.

It's like the ultimate nightmare.

I woke up feeling flustered.

Thankfully, the nightmare will eventually dissipate.

"What's wrong with you, Cayan?"

The pale woman next to her asked suspiciously:

"I sense something is wrong with you, what have you seen in the Eternal Crusade since you came back? Now that you've jumped to the gang, why don't you go to help Azekyl in the fight and return to Vengeful Spirits alone? ”

Cayan fell silent when he heard this.

He didn't know how to explain to the woman who called herself a "prophet", she couldn't see anything, she didn't know anything, Cayan didn't know if Moliana knew that there was such a terrifying space soldier who blocked and killed people and ghosts in that ship, and if she still believed as blindly and firmly as she did now, that Ezekel was the chosen choice of the four gods.

"Moliana ......"

Cayan sighed without explanation.

Suddenly, Cayan thought again, since Moliana was so sure that Abaddon was the one who was blessed by the gods, then did Tzeentch, Terrorist, and Slaanesh come to the real universe at the same time to prevent the black-armored warrior from going to the bridge to destroy the duel? Tim Kryas once mentioned a "prophecy", so what is a prophecy?

Is there really a causal relationship?

"Forget it."

Cayan shook his head. It's useless to think about it now, the black-armored warriors are left to the two Chaos Demons to solve, and now let's think about how to win this war first.

Cayan calmed his breath and calmed down the adrenaline rush in his body from witnessing the surreal, unnatural, terrible battles.

At this time, the entire bridge was dyed blood-red by the alarm lights, and the loud shouts of the crew came and went. Kayan threw away the distractions in his mind, raised his head, and commanded in a deep voice:

"Turn the full power of the bird divination array and scan the range of subquadrants fifty-five to fifty-nine."

"What are you looking for, Kayan?"

Moriana asked again in confusion:

"We're all already at war with the enemy."

Although the Void Prophet is not a soldier, he also has a minimum of common sense of space naval warfare, and now that the two fleets have entered the stage of strangulation at close range, jumping to each other and shelling each other is the main theme, what does it mean to move the precious warship energy output to the detection array at this time?

"Aeldarin!"

Kayan gritted his teeth with a calm face and said:

"There is an inexplicable force of the Aeldarin, who have also jumped to the aid of the battleship Eternal Expedition, and they are trying to intervene in this battle. Damn aliens, they will never appear out of thin air, the battleship must be hiding somewhere nearby. ”

Cayan knew that the Elven warships had stealth capabilities, and as long as they didn't take the initiative to fire, it would be difficult for the Imperial Navy's detection technology to detect, but if those Elves were able to jump into the Eternal Expedition, their warships would inevitably be close to a very close position, and there would inevitably be flaws within such a close distance.

The Beastmen crew immediately carried out his orders.

Kayan stared at the screen, and in the image of the camera, the battleships were passing through, burning, or falling apart...... Cayan didn't see anything wrong, and there was nothing serious that he needed immediate attention.

He shifted his attention from the camera to the whole system, which was showing a jumble of red and blue lines, and the bird chart was trying to track and display every ship involved in the battle in all the combat spheres. Aside from the conclusion that the Black Legion fleet was on its way to victory, the Detection Array also gave Cayan no additional answers.

There is no doubt that the Black Army is slowly but surely winning this battle. For the sake of the Empire's survival, and to be able to warn in time, Cayan guessed that the Black Templar would soon retreat. Their blockade has long since been shattered, and there are holes everywhere that can be broken at any moment, and the captains of the Black Legion are slaughtering their brothers who are loyal to the throne.

"Detect array alignment."

The mechron, Anamenesis, replied, her entire attention still focused on the fierce space naval battle, and only used a portion to control the ornith:

"Bird Divination Analysis, Analysis, Analysis...... When the analysis was complete, I saw nothing but the void in the designated quadrant. ”

"Subquadrant fifty-six, dense beam detection."

Kayan still refused to give up and continued to order.

Subquadrant Fifty-Six was far behind the Black Legion, where they had been on the road. It was from that area that the Black Legion fleet escaped the storm in the Giant Eye and returned to the real universe. Many large landing ships and large transports that did not participate in the war remained there, away from the ongoing fleet artillery battle. The cabins of these ships are filled with ammunition, energy, supplies, and a chaotic version of the Chaos Mortal Auxiliaries of Beastmen, Mutants, and Cultists, all of which appear to be tiny specks on the screen, and it would take them minutes to reach them at full speed.

The hand-to-hand and fist-to-flesh space naval battles continued, with various warships, large and small, staggered by. Channelling her wordless anger onto a nearby enemy ship, the mechsoul Anamenisis tore through her target with her starboard array of weapons, then controlled the vengeful spirit to slowly turn away. The beastmen at the bridge followed Cayan's instructions and controlled the orniths to perform intensive beam surveys at the coordinates he specified.

Cayan had a hunch in his heart.

The Spirit Clan warship he was looking for.

It's hidden in that void.

Sure enough!

Cayan watched as a large number of points of light appeared on the camera, but to his surprise, they were all coming out of the edge of the storm. At that moment, Cayan felt that he had been fooled and deceived by fate, and he cursed the God of Change, a curse that was almost indistinguishable from the prayer he once offered to Tzeentch. Cayan whispered the name, and the ensuing filth rolled behind his teeth:

"Daravik!"

Lord of the Sending Army, Tagus Daravik.

Cayan originally thought that the target scanned by the detection array would be one or several Adaling warships, however, just as he had just set his sights on the area, a group of Chaos fleets, which were no less large than the Black Legion fleet, came out of the Eye of Fear, just behind the Black Legion, in front of the logistics fleet. Cayan felt like he had been hit in the face at this moment.

The Parasitic Legion has been following us all along!

Cayan didn't know how they did it, and at this point he had a bunch of questions in his head: Why could the parasitic legion also make it through the storm? Why is it possible to traverse the storm so quickly? Did his fleet suffer losses as a result? There are no answers to these questions. But Daravik was there, right behind the Black Legion, whose fleet was fighting hard to break the Black Sanctuary blockade.

If Daravik attacks now, then he can—no, then he will, finish off the Black Army once and for all. The Parasitic Legion is like a falling hammer, and the Black Sanctuary is like a tough anvil, and under the double blow of the anvil and the hammer, the Black Legion fleet will be wiped out with no possibility of recovery. Cayan felt his blood grow cold.

After the Black Legion is wiped out, the Parasitic Legion will be able to take advantage of the fisherman's profits, easily destroy the remaining Black Templar fleet, and rush into the airspace of the Human Empire without hindrance, completely taking away the glory that originally belonged to the Black Legion. All that Ezkeel Abaddon could have accomplished was to pave the way for Tagus Daravik.

Cayan ordered in a hurried tone:

"Contact Ezekel right now and have him—"

"Boom-"

Before the words were finished, the battleship suddenly spun around. A powerful impact was enough to de-power countless critical systems on a battleship. The lights suddenly went out, the gravity simulation system was also paralyzed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly returned from the wrong direction with ten times the force, and Kayan and the others could no longer stand on the deck, so they could only fall backwards one after another. A body flew through the dark air of the cabin, the impact of each other enough to shatter bones, and finally all of them crashed into the bulkheads and decks of the bridge, turning into puddles of flesh and mud.

The mechic Anamenesis screamed in the darkness. Cayan wasn't sure what had hit the vengeful spirit, and reports of damage kept coming from the microphone on the control panel.

Cayan can't care so much anymore, he must inform Abaddon to stop the gang jump and return to the vengeful spirit, or the Black Legion fleet will be wiped out.

There was a mess inside the bridge, and traditional means of communication could not be used for the time being. Cayan was firmly on the ground, trying to spread his psionic sense, searching the minds of every living Black Legion starmarine—to see who was currently standing with the Boss.

At that moment, the bridge lit up with a holographic projection.

Daravik's familiar face appears in the center of the screen, a few wisps of saliva hanging from either side of his chin, a sickly bloated face with a ruthless, complacent smile.

"Iskandar Kayan."

The tone of the Lord of the Sending Army was subdued:

"Where is Abaddon, Assassin? I am here to give him one last chance, and urge you to quickly kneel before me and honor me as the co-leader of the Nine Legions. ”

"I'll kill you, Daravik."

Kayan gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll kill you with my own hands!"

……

The upper deck of the Eternity.

The subspace demons have finally left here.

It left holes and devastation all over the ground.

"Ho...... Call...... Whew......"

Fu Qinghai propped his claws on his knees, his head bowed low, his back panting violently. He raised his gaze and swept over the empty Grim Deck, where a horde of hungry demons had ravaged and even the corpses had been devoured.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look behind him.

Saramander led a group of Spirit Clan clan warriors to stand there quietly, although they were all wearing various masks, Fu Qinghai could feel that there was indescribable shock and fear in the eyes they looked at him.

One person banishes three Chaos Demons.

This is a feat that none of the Phoenix Lords has ever done.

In the silence is a heartfelt awe.

Fu Qinghai glanced at this group of tribal warriors, feeling a slight surprise in his heart. Except for the few unlucky ones who were pinched to death by the Evil of Beauty at the beginning, the number of attrition of the entire Spirit Clan army was not very large, and only a third of them were killed. They were facing both the Sadistic Demon Army and the Slaanesh Demon Army, and although the two Demon Armies were also fighting each other, this casualty was indeed a bit strange.

It seems to see Fu Qinghai's doubts.

Saraamand took the initiative to raise the sword in her hand.

"Thanks to it, Sword of Sorrow, Cavill."

Sarahmand explains:

"Deal with the Chaos Demon with one sword."

No wonder...... Fu Qinghai understood.

Saramander actually brought the sword of the old woman, the artifact of the spirit race, and this time she really took a great risk to help herself, and I don't know if the Supreme Prophet agreed with her action. Seeing this old woman's sword, Fu Qinghai unconsciously remembered the past when he fought side by side with Saramande, and there was always an inexplicable tacit understanding and trust between the two, as if it had started from the initial battle on the planet Losswell VII.

"I'm so tired, Sarah, I'm so tired......"

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and gasped again.

Since the Black Legion jumped the Eternal Expedition, Fu Qinghai has been fighting non-stop. Slaughtered the Screaming Mask Gang led by Tairemanon, slaughtered the Enchanted Warrior Gang led by Davarus, and crippled Misty Kryas, banishing the King of Boiling Brass and the Scourge of Remnant Beauty one after another. Fu Qinghai slaughtered from the bilge prison of this Glorious Queen-class battleship all the way to the upper deck, killing and killing without stopping.

Almost every breath he took was in the midst of killing.

Even with endurance and physical strength beyond mortals.

He's really tired, too.

"If you're tired, stop."

Sarahmand walked over to him and whispered. The howling banshee took off the hideous mask on her face, a distressed look appeared on her face, and raised a hand to gently insert it into Fu Qinghai's messy black hair, the roots of which were soaked with sweat and blood scabs. Sarahmand stroked the top of Fu Qinghai's head and persuaded:

"Come with me, Aoyama, and follow me back to the Ark World. If Chaos is destined to break through this cage, you've done enough for it, and we're out of here. ”

"Nope."

Fu Qinghai shook his head and straightened up with difficulty.

"No matter how much that blue-haired turkey swears, I must see it, I must see it with my own eyes."

Saying that, Fu Qinghai put on his helmet again, and walked slightly staggering towards the elevator shaft.

Sarahmand stared at his back.

After a while, Fu Qinghai turned his head and said in a deep voice:

"Get out of here, Sarah, get out of here."

"It's not your fight."

……

Walk through several broken gangways one after another.

Fu Qinghai finally stepped on the bridge.

It was a mess with no living mortal crew members, and the dashboard and picture board were in shambles, with broken corpses and flesh hanging from it, blood flowing freely...... The metal equipment enclosures were littered with densely torn bullet holes and gaps left by explosions, sparks erupted from broken wire clusters, and black oil dripping between stopped gears.

The imaginary sounds of fierce battles did not appear.

There was an eerie silence and tranquility throughout the bridge.

Fu Qinghai walked among the ruins.

His gaze swept over each of the Space Marine's corpses.

He never found the person he was looking for.

Finally, when he felt something, he raised his head.

Look beyond the gaps in the corpse heaps of the ruins.

Fu Qinghai saw that scene.

The scene of "fate".

Sigismund lay on the floor, like a corpse, his body broken in two, but he was still alive. Abaddon knelt on his knees like a pharmacist, a long black sword stuck in his chest, almost the entire cavity of his chest and into his back armor, Abaddon trembled all over, trying his best to keep the damaged three lungs breathing.

Fu Qinghai slowly froze in place.

He looked at Sigismund's face.

At this moment, this old man, whose face was chapped by the lines left by time, was finally able to look back on all his past years. He stared up at the ornate dome of the bridge, his gaze held high, as if he were reverently gazing at the Lord of Humanity sitting atop the Golden Throne. However, his palms were still trembling and twitching, trying to find the sword that had fallen to the ground.

"Don't."

Abaddon muttered in a fraternal tone, ignoring his own blood gushing out of his chest:

"Don't do that, Sigismund...... It's over, you've lost, sleep well. ”

The fingertips of the black sword master's armor were still scratching the hilt of the long sword beside him, so close, yet so powerless, that he couldn't even pass through the last bit of distance. His face had turned the gray blue of the newly dead due to lack of blood, but he was still breathing weakly.

"Sigismund." Abaddon whispered, his lips darkened with his own blood, "This claw has already killed two primordials, and has seriously injured the emperor until he was near death. I could have avoided letting it taste your blood, if only you could see what I saw. ”

"You will die like your weak father. Lost soul, no honor, weeping bitterly, shameful and obscene. ”

These were Sigismund's last words and his last breath. He sighed, and the soul went with it.

Fu Qinghai witnessed this scene quietly.

"Haha, haha......"

Fu Qinghai suddenly laughed.

The Lord of All Variations racked his brains and tried his best, laying down layers of obstacles and countless difficulties, and finally succeeded in making this scene happen. In the end, everything was as it was in the original history, and Sigismund died in front of Abaddon.

Hearing a burst of laughter from among the ruins, Abaddon and the Terminator Guards around him turned their heads to look at him. They saw a strange and mysterious black-armored space soldier standing in the smoky, sparkling ruins.

At the same time, Cayan, who was far away on the vengeful spirit, finally found the Lightless Blade Guard on the bridge. The Thousand Sons Wizard immediately possessed a certain Chaos Space Marine, saw the scene in the bridge through his eyes, saw Sigismund's corpse, and saw ...... The ancient god-like black-armored warrior standing among the ruins.

"Ho !!"

Cayan was so frightened that his heart beat half a beat.

He's alive, he's alive!

O blood of the gods.

Two Chaos Demons have descended......

Why is he still alive!?

Ignoring the sense of resistance in the mind of the Chaos Space Marine, Cayan forcibly urged the psionic tentacles to squeeze into his brain, controlling his mouth and shouting loudly:

"Ezekell, get out of here and return to the Spirit of Vengeance immediately, Daravik is here, the Parasitic Legion is here! Also, don't go near that thing in front of you! ”

Abaddon and his gang are wondering why.

Fu Qinghai raised a hook and pointed at them:

"Ezekel Abaddon, I want you dead."

…………