The borders of The Great Maelstrom.
The Great Rift from the Eye of Terror spans the galaxy, and as the second Daemon World outside the Eye of Terror...
...The Great Maelstrom also constantly flickers with an unholy orange light.
Especially with 'Huron Blackheart' betraying the Empire, falling completely to Chaos, and constantly raiding the Empire under the name of the 'Red Corsairs', the borders of The Great Maelstrom continue to expand.
At this time, on a semi-Daemon World on the periphery.
A medium-sized fleet of barely thirty-odd ships was anchored in orbit.
Although there were no large ships among them, seeing the uniform insignia on the fleet, the pirate fleets passing by in orbit knew it was Abaddon's fleet.
However, the low-level pirates did not know that not only had one of Abaddon's fleets arrived at their world, but Abaddon himself was currently on the planet's surface.
Abaddon and Huron Blackheart were very close partners.
Almost every time Abaddon launched an expedition, Huron would lead his Red Corsairs to cooperate and attack the Empire.
Huron even understood the principle of mutual dependence, having dispatched large armies many times to rescue Abaddon.
This was why Abaddon, pursued by Sith all the way, finally chose to flee to The Great Maelstrom.
Running to his own sphere of influence was an option, of course, but Abaddon was a bit protective of his own people.
At this moment, on the surface.
An area of daemon factories overseen and built by the Dark Mechanicum.
Amidst the wails of Mortal slave laborers, a large number of war machines continuously rolled out of the gates from splashing molten iron.
Simultaneously, there were fluctuations of Warp sorcery, dragging Warp Daemons out of the Warp one by one and forcibly stuffing them into machinery, turning them into various Daemon Engines unique to Chaos.
At the top of this busy factory, inside a spacious hall, Abaddon sat at the head, looking somewhat uncomfortably at the decorations of the hall before him.
Especially seeing that the entire hall didn't have a single skull to please the gods, nor even a dark totem; if not for the fact that he recognized Black Skull, who had fled from the Alert Star that day, Abaddon might have even thought he had accidentally wandered into some particularly 'evil' Loyalist Chapter of the Empire.
Although he didn't know what kind of blow Black Skull had suffered to the point of losing even the desire to sacrifice to the gods.
But Abaddon's purpose for this trip wasn't to discipline Huron's subordinates, so he acted as if he hadn't noticed, focusing on resting and resupplying to prepare for his continued escape.
Facing Black Skull's constant flattery, after glancing around the hall, he casually gestured toward a Mortal with horns on his head:
"Your hall actually has a Mortal sitting as an equal with the Astartes?"
Hearing this, Black Skull looked behind him at this Mortal who seemed completely indifferent even in front of Abaddon—as if Abaddon was nothing compared to certain things he had seen—and a hint of relief actually appeared in his eyes.
Turning back to Abaddon, Black Skull explained:
"This man is called Blasphemous Horn. I found him on the Alert Star."
"To be honest, I consider him my lucky star."
"He has escaped twice from the hands of... a certain evil god. I keep him by my side hoping to catch some of his luck."
Blasphemous Horn, Black Skull.
Silently reciting these two names in his heart, Abaddon then looked at Black Skull, who was openly showing 'cowardice', wondering when this kid had become so afraid of trouble.
"A certain evil god," indeed.
What evil god could be more wicked than the lunatic chasing his own tail?!
Abaddon was only complaining in his heart, of course, while below, Black Skull's words seemed to evoke some bad memories; a look of nightmarish dread first appeared on his face, then he looked at Abaddon, relieved that the nightmare finally seemed to be leaving.
Black Skull stood up excitedly and once again offered his respects to Abaddon:
"It's hard to speak of past events, but with the Warmaster's arrival, the blessing of the gods must surely be near."
"Because now that the Warmaster is here, my nightmare is as good as gone!"
Black Skull's face was flushed with excitement, for he truly couldn't imagine anything in this galaxy that could provide the Chaos faction with more security than Abaddon himself being present.
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