……

Abaddon didn't run away at all, he went to an empty metal space, set up a defense with his men of Typhons and Thorax, and waited.

In Abaddon's opinion, this area is far more bizarre than the rest of the Iron Planet.

It was supposed to be a giant warehouse with two platforms spaced two kilometers apart.

The Iron Planet seems to be sucking up minerals from other planets in the Cadia system so that it can be used to repair another battered Iron Planet.

When a large amount of ore is transported along the pipeline on the left side of the warehouse, the distance between the platforms will suddenly be shortened to the distance between them, and then a huge number of transport drones will appear on the opposite platform, flying over to transport the ore to the opposite platform.

When the ore is delivered, the opposite platform is gone, and the interval becomes two kilometers again.

It's like someone keeps taking away and putting back the two-kilometer interval, and the whole space is modified.

It is difficult for Abaddon to describe the abstract scene he saw, and his gaze was ten kilometers above him, where a glowing installation hung from a metal ceiling.

When the distance between the two platforms is shortened, the device will glow, and when the distance between the platforms is restored, the device will dim.

"It's an eye-opener for them to avoid the hassle of building roads with this space technology." Soraks analyzed.

Hearing this, Abaddon looked at Typhons, then at Thorax in surprise, realizing that the person who spoke was the leader of the Oathbreaker Gang.

"Do you have a butcher's nail or a scholar's nail in your head?" Abaddon asked.

"It doesn't matter what nail is hit." Thorax raised his hand to his head, "The Butcher's Nail is just an artifact, the wise control it, and the fool is subject to it. ”

"Huh." Abaddon smiled disdainfully, turned his head and continued to stare in the direction in which the enemy might appear.

Abaddon felt that Thorax was, that the Butcher's Nail would replace brain tissue, and that it didn't matter if a wise man or a fool was a virtuous person.

But Thorax also hit the Butcher's Nail, and why he didn't get caught up in the nail is really a question.

"Here they are." Typhonse clenched his scythe and reminded the crowd.

Abaddon looked across the platform, where a group of ancient Space Marines, an Inquisitor, a Praetorian Guard, and a group of mortal soldiers walked onto the platform.

The overhead device has not yet been lit up, the platform has not yet docked, and the two sides are separated by two kilometers.

Thorax's breathing became rapid and heavy, and he clenched the chain axe in one hand.

The butcher's nail in his head was powerful, and Thorax was in high spirits, and his subordinates reacted more violently than him, scratching their ears and cheeks because they had not been able to get the battle order for a long time, and kept slashing the ground with their axes to vent their fighting spirit.

One of Thorax's men, armed with a blaster, immediately opened fire on the opposite side, but the bomb burst through the chamber and flew between the two platforms until the fuel to propel the bomb ran out and he didn't even fly out for a hundred meters.

Obviously, the space between the two platforms is unstable, and the overhead installation not only intermittently shortens the space, but also makes the space cluttered and easy to modify.

Abaddon did not give the order to go to war, turned around and ordered the adjutant: "Place the beacon." ”

The reason why he chose to fight on a vast platform was not because Abaddon happened to be here, but because he wanted to gather more troops here.

That's why Thorax didn't rush forward, he was waiting for Abaddon to execute his strategy.

After the beacon was placed, a series of lights appeared behind Abaddon, and more than 540 Space Marines were teleported one after another, followed by the mortal minions of the Oath Breaker Gang.

These mortal minions have mutated into axe-like arms, known to the Empire as the Flesh Rippers.

"Prepare for war!" Abaddon raised his magic sword in both hands and roared loudly.

Behind Abaddon the Chaos Space Marines and mortal minions all let out battle cries, eager to try the battle.

……

"We need reinforcements." Grafax said as he stared at the enemy on the other side.

Gray immediately set up a communication and asked Creed on Cadia for help, asking him to help arrange for some Space Marines to come over.

Considering the presence of the Inquisitor, Gray didn't want to let the Iron Man come over.

Creed sent a request to all the Space Marine warbands, and they were quickly answered.

"The Weepers are already preparing to teleport, and the Space Wolves are also preparing to teleport." "But the other warbands were reluctant to use Tyrone's teleportation technology, but they were willing to support and had already come over on strike cruisers." ”

Gray awkwardly relayed Creed's response to the others.

"It doesn't make sense, huh?" Company Commander Gaius was puzzled, "The teleportation technology you use looks scientific, how could they not use it?" ”

"I won't use teleportation technology with unknown routes, and if it goes wrong, the whole mess will be wiped out, and there will be no bones left." Greyfax said.

"Unknown? How can there be unsolicited teleportation technology? Why hasn't this more advanced science and technology been popularized? Gaius was even more puzzled.

Gray couldn't help it now, he looked at Gaius and said, "Times have changed......"

Some chasms opened up behind Gaius, and the Captain of the Foros War appeared with weepers, seventy-two men in all, who could be pulled away from the battle.

Battles are going on in Kadia and on the surface of the satellites, and the weepers are outwhelmed.

Then there was Sven who showed up with fifty space wolf space marines.

These space wolf space marines have just finished a battle, and their appearance is very different from normal space marines, looking like werewolves from horror stories.

Several of the werewolves were covered in blood, with clay steel and flesh fragments in their fingernails, and blood was still dripping from their nails when they teleported out of dimensional space.

Greyfax stared at the space wolves, as they were suspected to be a bit of a heretic.

In addition, Griffix also realized that these space wolves were willing to use Tyrone teleportation technology to rush over, and they must have felt that Tyrone people could deal with it in the previous war.

In addition to the Weepers and Space Wolves, there was also a Spirit Race that teleported out.

It was Thrall, who had previously been arranged by the Spirit Prophet to deal with the Blackstone Fortress, and he was wearing a tailor-made Tyrone Army Power Armor, disguising himself as a human.

"Revenge!" Thrall shouted as he drew his bone-bone knife, and then realized that it was shouting revenge in the Elven language, and jerked back at the Space Marines.

The Space Marines gave Sal a puzzled look, but now there was something more important, so no one paid attention to it.

"Can anyone tell me what age it is?" Sven looked at Gaius and the others, "Did you get caught in a storm trek while sailing until now?" ”

"It's a long story." Gaius intends to explain after the war.

Buzz –

The space device roared, and the two platforms, two kilometers apart, instantly docked.

The battle-ready sides also began to exchange fire.

Gray rushed forward at the beginning of the engagement, ready to find an opportunity to stab Abaddon or crush Abaddon to death with a gravity shield.

But someone is faster than him.

As Gray deftly shuttled between bombs, he suddenly saw a group of fiery Space Marines appear directly in front of him.

These Space Marines appear out of nowhere, as silently as ghosts.

(End of chapter)