Chapter 543

Abaddon lay in extreme pain on the command throne of the Vengeful Spirit.

The scar on his chest was constantly squirming.

This scar originally came from that blow Horus dealt to Sanguinius, fusing the boundless evil power of the four gods.

This wound directly pierced through time and causality, branded on Sanguinius's existence, and also became a part of Sanguinius's essence.

Unless the four gods take back their power, this wound is almost impossible to heal.

However, this wound is not without benefits for Sanguinius. Sanguinius can use a bit of the four gods' power through this wound.

He can extend this wound to others, such as Abaddon, and the extended wound is also almost impossible to eliminate unless the four gods allow it.

But if the four gods allow the wound on Abaddon to be eliminated, the wound on Sanguinius will also be eliminated, because the two are essentially one wound.

So the four gods unanimously agreed, let Abaddon suffer a bit.

Although shallow, they were all unwilling to give up that wisp of wound branded on Sanguinius's essence for their own reasons.

This made Abaddon suffer.

This wound on Sanguinius's body at most affects Sanguinius's combat power, but the problem is that even with this wound, there are still very few people who can defeat Sanguinius.

But it is different when this wound is on Abaddon. Abaddon almost feels that he is in a state of dying every moment. The profane evil power of the four gods in the wound is so powerful that it is almost about to burst Abaddon's body.

Abaddon very clearly perceived that the blessing of the four gods contained in the blow Horus used to kill Sanguinius was many times more than what the four gods had given him in the past.

This is simply not something Abaddon's flesh-and-blood body can bear.

Besides this wound, there is another thing that makes Abaddon painful.

Abaddon can perceive through the command throne that the Vengeful Spirit is riddled with holes.

Those split trees and various profane plants from Nurgle's Garden are growing in it, and from time to time, large numbers of crew members are infected by the plague, turning into zombies and raging in the shadows of the ship's cabin.

This Gloriana-class battleship is essentially on the verge of collapse.

Abaddon took the Vengeful Spirit to visit many Dimension Smiths and members of the Dark Mechanicum, but none of them could repair it.

He even went to visit Perturabo, risking the risk of angering Perturabo by disturbing him from building cars, to beg for his help.

The only response he got was that Perturabo was not at home, he went to find his missing hammer.

This inexplicable response made Abaddon furious.

He is Perturabo, who dares to steal his hammer? It is clearly just stalling Abaddon!

Abaddon was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

His body was becoming increasingly weak, and the chaotic evil power was eroding him at all times.

His Vengeful Spirit is about to shatter. This is his flagship for ten thousand years, and also the flagship of the former Sons of Horus...

Sons of Horus, Luna Wolves.

Under the torture of the chaotic evil power, a bit of fragmented hallucination appeared in front of Abaddon's eyes.

He seemed to see a pool of dark water, with the rising moon reflected in the water.

He saw the Mournival welcoming a new member:

"Take the moon as a mirror, Loken."

Abaddon heard himself say standing by the pool:

"You must make a vow to us, which is as unbreakable as all the vows you have ever made."

"Between brothers, there are no secrets. In the present world, only materialism, only friendship is eternal."

"This is a vow to witness the brotherhood of brothers, not a sorcery contract. We stand side by side under the moonlight, and only the vow connects us into a bond that can only be broken by death."

Loken revealed a silly expression. He suspected at the time that this was some kind of profane ritual, and Abaddon spent a lot of effort to convince him that it was just following convention.

"I understand." But Loken still said solemnly: "I am willing to make a vow."

So Loken began to chant the names of the deceased members of the Mournival.

The Mournival, the four best warriors among the Luna Wolves, they were Horus's staff, the Warmaster's close partners, they represented four different qualities and personalities, divided into the Warmaster's different wills, combined into the soul of the Legion.

Abaddon was angry and liver-fired, Little Horus was gloomy and indifferent, Torgaddon was relaxed and happy, and Loken represented rationality and calmness.

That was originally Sejanus's position.

Loken began to chant the names of those who had passed away, from Kaelon to Sejanus, since the founding of the Mournival, nine had passed away, three remained, and Loken was the thirteenth.

"Died in glory." Little Horus and Abaddon declared in unison: "Only the moonlight mourns! Only death can break its duty!"

"The names of the deceased have been spoken, let us praise Sejanus who fell last! Long live! Sejanus!"

"And you, Garviel Loken! The Mournival asks you to take Sejanus's position. Do you accept the vow to maintain the unity of the Mournival?"

"I gladly accept and vow."

"Are you proud of the name Luna Wolves and forever loyal to this name?"

"I am proud of this and forever loyal."

"Are you loyal to our gene-primarch and the immortal Emperor who rules all Primarchs?"

"I vow to do so."

"Are you willing to kill for the living and also kill for the dead?"

"I kill for the living and also kill for the dead."

Finally, Abaddon gazed at Garviel Loken and said: "Taking the moonlight that shines on you and me as proof, are you willing to become my, our sincere brother, never hiding anything, being open and honest, and cherishing our brotherhood without ever betraying?"

Garviel Loken looked up at Abaddon: "I accept."

"No matter what the price?" "No matter what the price."

"Loken, my brother, welcome to the Mournival. With the bright moon as a mirror, between brothers, there are no secrets. In the present world, only materialism, only friendship is eternal." Abaddon hugged Loken fiercely...

And then?

And where is that bright moon that once shone on the Mournival, shone on the Luna Wolves, shone on Sejanus, Abaddon, Little Horus, Torgaddon, and Loken now?

Abaddon only saw Loken's lonely back, kneeling on Horus's remains, whispering advice to Abaddon not to make mistakes again and again, not to commit the same mistakes as Horus.

Loken, the representative of rationality and calmness in the Mournival, fulfilled his duty until the last moment. He advised Abaddon to lead those rebel Legions that could still be saved to surrender to Dorn, and not to create more chaos and slaughter for the galaxy.

But Erebus suddenly appeared and killed Loken. He declared that this was inevitable fate, Loken must die, this is a closed loop...

"Erebus is also dead!!!" Abaddon slapped the command throne and growled angrily.

He heard the news, the whole galaxy was singing, Khârn took Erebus's life with his axe, completing the revenge.

Abaddon still remembers Khârn's invitation before leaving the Vengeful Spirit... if Abaddon had agreed to Khârn at that time... if Abaddon had agreed to Loken at that time... if there was no Serpent Temple... if, if, if...

There is no if, Abaddon has long had no room to turn back...

He can only keep moving forward into the darkness, forward, forward, until the Scarlet Path tears through Terra, until he destroys the False Emperor.

Abaddon has countless times used words like for humanity, for Astartes, for revenge to deceive himself.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the reason for his thirteen Black Crusades had only one from beginning to end, and that was that he could only do this, he had no other choice.