Chapter 323: Perturabo: You Can't Keep Getting Away With This!
While the Dawnbreakers and the Iron Warriors were tearing each other apart across various sectors, our Warmaster of Chaos was not idle.
Recently, during a conflict between the Black Legion and Craftworld Ulthwé, Abaddon the Despoiler, ever the master strategist with a hundred victories, had orchestrated a most magnificent battle plan.
The main force of the Black Legion would assault via the Webway to pin down the Eldar Warhost, while he personally led his Justaerin Terminators to decapitate the enemy command.
"This tactic has been used for ten thousand years. Can't they come up with something new?"
Seeing this, Ramesses's expression became indescribable.
If you're winning, launch a boarding action to secure victory. If you're losing, launch a boarding action to turn the tide. If it's a stalemate, launch a boarding action to seize the advantage.
Apparently, everything can be solved with a boarding action.
"The Webway might as well be the Chaos Gods' backyard; daemons seem to walk in whenever they please," Arthur commented, more focused on the pathetic performance of the Eldar Webway in this war.
If the Webway gate of a Craftworld could be invaded by Chaos, the security of the Webway itself was highly questionable.
"This makes the Astartes rebellion, supposedly to avoid the fate of the Thunder Warriors, even more pointless," Ramesses added with his usual venom.
"Even if the Webway Project had succeeded, the retirement of the Astartes and Primarchs would still be eons away. Just clearing out the warp-spawn in the Webway would take them another ten thousand years."
"One wonders what the Emperor was thinking."
He had been broadcasting on an open channel the whole time.
The surrounding guards once again forced themselves to think of the saddest moments of their lives to maintain composure.
Even Ulthran, standing at a distance, keenly caught these words and suddenly found the Formless Lord strangely endearing.
Indeed, as an old acquaintance of the Emperor, he understood the Emperor's nature all too well.
People called the Eldar cryptic, but the Emperor was in a league of his own. Ulthran seriously suspected that when they visited Commorragh back in the day, the student had surpassed the master.
Ulthran observed his surroundings.
As an ancient being who had dealt with humanity twenty thousand years ago and forged a connection with such a divine figure as the Emperor, he had traveled far on the path of reading humans.
Compared to the past, where warriors burdened by heavy responsibilities were lost in wild thoughts and internal conflict, these warriors, who truly understood what they were doing, seemed far more focused.
Ramesses's sharpness and directness also relaxed Ulthran significantly. Secretly glad to finally meet some sane people, he quietly waited for the Primarchs to finish analyzing the report.
Who knows what weird curse Abaddon has regarding 'leading Justaerin Terminators on a decapitation strike.'
During the assault, these Chaos Space Marines, rarely having dealt with Craftworld Eldar, clearly underestimated the power of an Eldar Farseer.
Why could the Seer Council usually override the War Council on a Craftworld? Why could a single member of the Seer Council interfere with a Phoenix Lord's decision?
Aside from those vague prophecies, there was one reason.
They could fight.
These Farseers were not the mortal psykers of the Imperium who could be slaughtered like chickens by Astartes once closed in on. Compared to the average Librarian, these Eldar Farseers not only possessed psychic power far exceeding them but also had a crushing advantage in physical capabilities.
The result was that the main force of the Black Legion failed to pin down Ulthwé's Warhost, and a portion of the Aspect Warriors flooded into the Seer Council's chambers, flanking the Chaos forces.
In the end, the Justaerin Terminators participating in the raid were wiped out again, leaving only Abaddon and a standard-bearer who held out to the last to execute the decapitation strike.
He located Ulthran immediately and charged straight in.
As the Chosen of the Four Gods, you could question Abaddon's intelligence, but you couldn't question his health bar and combat power blessed by the Pantheon.
After instantly killing two Eldar Farseers with the Talon of Horus, the Warmaster of Chaos roared and lunged directly at the old Farseer.
The invincible Warmaster fell down again.
The reason was that Abaddon had been screwed over by his own weapon, the daemon sword Drach'nyen.
Drach'nyen, the daemon born from the first murder in human history, existed outside the pantheon of the Four. It had names in different races and cultures, and even in the realm of the warp and the shrieks of daemons, its name was sung.
Unlike those daemons who talked big but ran faster than anyone when they saw the Emperor's golden fire, wishing they had thirteen extra legs, this entity born of the Emperor's family conflict possessed an unreasonable anti-human attribute, having inflicted grievous wounds on the Emperor's physical form in realspace.
Looking at it this way, the Emperor does seem to be a bit of a wet noodle?
A doubt flashed through Ramesses's mind as he continued to analyze the case.
Precisely because of Drach'nyen's unique nature, the human mind could not comprehend it as text; Drach'nyen was a concept.
Even Abaddon, after obtaining this daemon sword that the Emperor had sealed within the body of a Custodian and exiled deep into the Webway, could not understand the daemon.
But Eldrad Ulthran understood.
In the prophecy, he and the Seer Council would eventually fall by the hand of the Warmaster of Chaos, their souls devoured by Drach'nyen.
So he turned the tables.
He controlled the connection between Drach'nyen and Abaddon.
As Abaddon's body was dragged forward by the hungry Drach'nyen, his chaos-blessed armor pierced, his throat skewered by the tip of the Staff of Ulthamar wielded by Ulthran, steaming blood dripping onto the old Farseer's face, the trajectory of fate began to shift.
Having successfully altered fate once again, the old Farseer looked directly into Abaddon's eyes, hoping to glimpse a more distant future to confirm the correctness of his actions and decisions.
There, he saw the rage surging like a wild beast within the Despoiler's heart. This rage was about to boil over. In that terrible future, another Black Crusade would begin, bloodier and more insane than before.
The fury they vented on the Imperium would spill over to the Eldar, bringing unprecedented disaster to this ancient and dying race.
So the old Farseer wanted to seize this opportunity to kill the dangerous Warmaster of Chaos once and for all.
This premeditated attack, launched by the Chaos side based on psychic prophecy, was turned to his advantage.
However, just as the old Farseer swung the Staff of Ulthamar to kill Abaddon, the air around him suddenly became incredibly heavy, accompanied by a stench of nothingness.
Then Abaddon vanished, leaving behind a pile of corpses of Justaerin Terminators and Black Legionnaires.
His only ally who wasn't focused on realspace had spirited away their Chosen in time.
It just goes to show, Chaos always plays dirty.
It was then that Ulthran realized he could only alter a momentary disaster, not the finality of destruction. Thus, he decisively chose to cooperate with the Dawnbreakers.
Ulthran's goal was simple.
I give you the spell, I give you the people, and then I need the help of the 'Primarchs'.
This spell could, through the warp, force a connection between a warp object bound to an individual and its owner.
Subsequently, whether constructing further spells to curse them, weaken their combat state, or gain an advantage in a duel, all could be achieved.
Combined with the planet found by the Dawnbreakers with Eldar help—the one where Fulgrim stole Perturabo's power to ascend—the Formless Lord could likely achieve many unexpected things.
The goal was to rely on the characteristics of these four Primarchs to kill the Daemon Primarchs. Even if they couldn't kill them, they had to make them bleed heavily!
Ulthran believed this was also the goal the humans wanted to achieve.
The Daemon Primarchs and their Legions represented the greatest power of Chaos encroaching on reality. As long as the Primarchs were dealt with, the fragmented warbands would be nothing but scattered sand.
A Chapter of one thousand Astartes could destroy an Eldar Craftworld, but a Chaos warband of one thousand Astartes absolutely could not.
With the lesson of the Dark Gods in mind, Ulthran certainly didn't expect to easily kill the Daemon Primarchs under the Four.
But wasn't there an Undivided one right here?
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