Under the leadership of the Chaos Warlord and the unremitting efforts of 10,000 years, the Thirteenth Black Expedition was a great success, and the empire suffered a heavy blow.

But as the saying goes: an emaciated camel is bigger than a horse.

For desperate beasts, be doubly vigilant, otherwise you may be bitten back.

Therefore, Abaddon decided not to attack the Imperial Sacred Frontier first, but to blockade and isolate it with the help of the Great Rift, and he gradually accumulated advantages by expanding his power in the dark.

How could that group of pedantic and cowardly High Lords have a chance to stop this frenzy of destruction?

The nobles will definitely choose to give up the dark side and go all out to defend the Holy Frontier, so as to protect their drunken and dreamy lives, just like the shame of Jingkang in the Northern Song Dynasty.

It's over, but it's not all over yet.

This is actually a more terrible thing than going straight into a life-and-death situation.

Leaving room for the short-sighted and cowardly to become an obstacle to revolt, and his final finishing touches will be much easier.

And after the balance of strength between the two sides was completely overturned, Abaddon delivered a thunderous blow to Divine Terra.

Attacking the imperial court, killing the puppet emperor, disgrace his father, and rescuing Kayang by the way, great things can be accomplished, and hegemony can be prosperous.

It's just that what Abaddon never expected was that after 10,000 years, Killiman actually returned again, and the era of the original body did not end as he claimed back then.

The resurrection of the Lord of the Ultramarines has brought change to the decaying Empire, and has given the followers of the Puppet Emperor a false hope, and he has even assembled an unyielding expeditionary fleet to fight into the dark side of the Empire in an attempt to reclaim lost territory and defy the destiny of the dark gods.

The lamb, which was already waiting to be slaughtered, rebelled fiercely, and the situation of winning inexplicably went awry.

In Abaddon's view, this is the cooked duck starting to flutter in the pot and trying to give him two backhand slaps, but he still can't get enough of it.

Abaddon certainly couldn't allow Killiman to go on so recklessly, and the Marauders had to find a way to suppress the rising revolt.

In the last combat meeting, the Great Marauders summarized three principles and seven key points, profoundly implemented the strategic measures to sweep away the dark side, strengthened the ideological construction of the Black Legion, consolidated the victory of the 13th Black Expedition, promoted friendly exchanges between various Chaos factions, and inspired everyone to continuously contribute to the great cause of overthrowing the tyranny of the Empire with the goal of completely defeating Killiman.

Given the loose nature of the Black Legion, Abaddon was not able to rule effectively over his subordinates, so it was important to say something nice and encouraging in words.

"The fall of the empire is predestined, and Killiman's appearance is only an addition to our proud resume, and he has nothing to fear. I'll personally lead my men to attack the Nakmund Corridor and cut off the supply routes for the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet, but the Puppet Emperor's lackeys will certainly try other ways to get resources to Kiliman, such as forcing the supply fleet across the Great Rift - so I want you to find it, plunder it, and destroy it, so that we can leave Kiliman and his blue cubs dead without a place to bury. ”

The commander carried the hardest and most tiring work on his back, and let his brothers do the good errand of grabbing things.

Such hard work can show the strength of the people.

However, friendship is friendship, and the authority of the commander must still be maintained.

Although Abaddon had no control over the process, he was able to grasp the outcome.

After the commander's will is issued, if he can't see the concrete results for a period of time, then he will not be blamed for being unkind and unrecognizable to his brothers.

Everyone here knows this.

Therefore, those Chaos Lords who received the order from the battle commander did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately began to search everywhere for the possible movement of the supply fleet.

However, the situation on the dark side of the empire is too chaotic, the flow of information is quite closed, and they dare not get too close to the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet - there is a great risk that they will be killed by Killiman if they find out the news from there.

Therefore, the Chaos Lords have been busy for most of the year, and they are still like headless flies, and they have no idea what to do with the tasks issued by the battle commander.

In order to find a way to break the situation, everyone from the Heavenly Punishment Gang gathered in the bridge hall to brainstorm and discuss feasible solutions.

Compared to the other Chaos Lords who accepted the mission, they were in a worse situation.

Because their territory is right on the route of a hive fleet.

Wherever the insects passed, even the ground of the planet had to be scraped, and the size of the fleet would continue to grow, and if they were not stopped, they would have to give up their hard-won territory, and they didn't know when they would be able to make a comeback.

So they can only spend a lot of energy and time to direct the hive fleet elsewhere.

Luckily, their plan succeeded, and the foundation of the Heavenly Punishment Gang was preserved.

Unfortunately, the commander's mission has been put on hold for a long time, and the Grand Marauders may trouble them afterwards.

Abaddon is not a caring boss.

If the people at the bottom all make all kinds of excuses for the failure of the operation, you have this reason, he has that difficulty, and the team of the Black Legion is still gone?

The matter can't be completed, although Abaddon won't clean them all up, but he will definitely not be able to run away by killing chickens and monkeys.

And no one wants to be the chicken that was killed.

"It would be nice if I could get information from the Holy Frontier." The leader of the Heavenly Punishment Gang, Ankarak sighed and felt sad about it.

The predecessor of the Heavenly Punishment War Gang was the union of three small war gangs, and the opening of the big rift allowed them to see the opportunity to do great things, so the leaders of the three war gangs chose to unite and form brothers with different surnames to achieve great things together.

The strength of the Chaos Space Marines gathered by the three families can reach 1,200, which is also a large force in the surrounding area.

Even so, they don't have a good idea of how to accomplish the commander's task.

"I have a channel here, maybe I can solve the current dilemma." Just when everyone was clueless, the three masters stood up and admonished the Chaos Lord.

"Oh, what kind of channel?" Ankarak asked.

"The King of the Red Pirates, Blackheart Huron, has been kind to me, and my rise depends on his help, and when I parted that year, he once left me a special contact information, telling me that if I encounter any difficulties in the future, I can go to him for help - they Red Pirates can get information in the Holy Frontier, but it is not convenient to start, we are convenient to operate in the dark, but there is no information, and the two families can just hit it off in this matter." The third master replied.

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly became interested.

The Red Pirates are second only to the Black Legion, and the Maelstrom is on the side of the Imperial Frontier.

If you can get their help, the probability of success will be greatly increased.

"Is it reliable?" Ankarak confirmed.

"The righteousness of the tyrant of Badab is well-known, it is not a lie, I believe that you should have heard of it, eldest brother, it is absolutely fair to cooperate with him, I can negotiate at most fifty percent, and guarantee thirty percent. Anyway, we can't eat this batch of goods alone, and when the time comes, we can catch as much as we want, or even if we can't, we just need to hold off the enemy and let the Red Pirates finish it - it's much more reliable to share gold and silver with Lord Huron than to cooperate with other madmen. The three masters said confidently.

"But will there be any opinions from the commander's side? After all, we are people under the name of the Black Army, but we have run away to hook up with the Red Pirates. What's more, this batch of supplies is not a problem of a bag of cigarettes, anyone who smokes it will smoke. The second master frowned.

The so-called peers are enemies, and the Black Legion, as the first chaotic force, must be guarded against the Red Pirates, the second largest force, and no one wants their status to be at risk of being banned.

"Aren't we doing this precisely to complete the task assigned by the commander? What's more, the Warlord himself once gave Lord Huron a Blackstone Fortress, and there should be no reason for him to object to our cooperation with the Red Pirates. The three masters continued.

"Although that's the case, I'm afraid that the commander won't say it, but secretly he will remember it in his heart, and when he thinks about it, he will find a reason to settle accounts with our brothers." The second master was worried.

"Starve the cowardly, support the bold, if you keep looking at the head and tail, how can you rise from the troubled times?" The third master said excitedly, "That's nearly half of the profit of the supply fleet, and it's almost for free, and our power can at least double because of this." ”

"Red pirates may still play black and eat black without trust, we can't twist our arms and thighs, and in the end, we are busy for a long time, and we can't catch anything." The second master reminded again.

For the Chaos side, any moral honor is fake, and whoever has the big fist is justified when he speaks.

"I know the character of Lord Huron, the Red Pirate family has a great business, can he do such a thing? And even if he takes 10,000 steps back and says, if he really wants to play black and eat black, we can still pull out the flag of the war commander, we can't screw the Red Pirates, he should always give the face of the war commander, right? The three masters said.

Although there is a suspicion of hooking up with competitors, but his own people have been hacked, and there is no reason why the commander will not help them out.

The Red Pirates would be jealous of this.

It's just that if you really want to ask Abaddon to settle the problem, they probably won't be able to get those hacked things, and they have to use them to honor the commander, which is equivalent to working in vain.

"I think it's better to think twice, working with the Red Pirates will have a serious impact on our career in the Black Army."

"But if we can't complete the task of the commander, we people will have to clean up when we turn back."

The second and third masters discussed the pros and cons of the plan fiercely, each holding their own opinions and arguing.

In the end, whether to do it or not, you still have to be the big brother to make the decision.

And after much consideration, Ankarak finally chose to agree.

After all, there is no way to soar in peace.

"Let's do it!" He nodded, "Use your channels to contact the Lord of the Maelstrom immediately." ”

(End of chapter)