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"Abaddon! I entrusted you with command of so many warships of the Frican Marlos, you had better produce some decent results and prove to everyone that you do have enough value and strength!" Loja's words revealed obvious dissatisfaction, but this dissatisfaction was mostly superficial.

After all, having such an outstanding offspring as Frican Malhos is something to be proud of in a way.

In response to Loka's questioning, Abaddon's reply was unusually cold: "The Chaos Gods will bear witness to my power."

He knew perfectly well that his original plan to win over Frican Malos had completely failed.

Upon hearing Abaddon's lukewarm reply, Loka snorted and decisively shut down the communication channel, clearly not wanting to continue talking to this so-called "Chaos Warmaster".

At this moment, Perturabo, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but frown: "It seems that the Chaos Gods have also sensed the great threat posed by that person, which is why they sent you here, right?"

Loka, however, was unconcerned about Perturabo's worries. He said with a devout expression, "There is no need to worry about this at all. As long as we firmly believe in the great power of the true God, then in the face of this invincible power, any evil and darkness will have nowhere to hide!"

When he finished speaking, Loka's face was filled with fervent reverence.

Looking at Loja, who was almost fanatically worshipping the Chaos Gods, Perturabo shook his head helplessly and muttered under his breath, "Crazy."

Perturabo knew that the Chaos Gods were not good people; they could be helpful, but they should never be objects of mindless worship.

Unbeknownst to both Chaos and the Empire, with Logar's appearance in the material universe, the shadows of the crows also moved.

"Abaddon's fleet is very large, with more than twenty battleships in addition to the Soul of Vengeance and Blackrock Fortress." On the bridge of the Eternal Expedition, Spire was analyzing the situation with other commanders.

“The Eternal Expedition can contain the Soul of Vengeance, and the Imperial Navy that has gathered is no less powerful than Abaddon’s Black Fleet. The Black Rock Fortress can also be dealt with by the Mountain Array.” Galton compared the number of warships on both sides and concluded that this war was not so difficult.

“As long as we hold off Abaddon’s Black Fleet, and wait for the fleet that obeys the Emperor’s orders to return, the Chaos Fleet will be doomed.” Spyr straightened up. “This is the safest way.”

“I agree. The most important thing is to protect Kadia. We can feign weakness first.” Galton preferred this approach.

“While I long to fight Abaddon, the priority now is to protect Cardia.” Sven Bloodhowl nodded. As the second largest Space Marine chapter in Cardia, the Space Wolves still held considerable sway.

After he finished speaking, everyone present turned their attention to Alpharis, who was disguised as the Ever Victorious Army. They regarded this Ever Victorious Army as a representative of the ancient Primarch Guard.

All eyes were fixed on Alpharis like blazing flames, but the intense gazes failed to make him turn his head.

He stared intently at a shadowy spot on the bridge, like a statue, the deep, dark corner seemingly concealing endless secrets.

"Since you're here, show yourself." Alpharis's voice boomed like thunder on the silent bridge.

At the same time, the Space Marines present raised their weapons without hesitation. They were well-trained and moved in unison, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

A low, hoarse laugh came from the shadows: "You don't seem like Guilliman's offspring."

The voice was ghostly and chilling, instantly making the atmosphere extremely tense.

Alpharis's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and he replied unhurriedly, "So what?"

His tone was calm and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the other party's doubts. Alpharis was confident that even with the abilities of King Corax, he would not be able to see through his true identity.

Just then, a huge figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The figure was like a moving mountain, incredibly tall and imposing, even taller than the Imperial Guards.

He exuded a suffocating aura of darkness, as if he could devour everything in the world.

Even more eerie was the sight of a flock of black crows swooping up and down behind him, their wings flapping with a sinister sound.

The figure who emerged from the shadows was none other than Corax the Ravenlord, the Primarch of the Ravenguard, one of the loyal Primarchs of the Empire! His appearance was like a nightmare, bringing a heavy sense of oppression to everyone present.

Unfortunately, at this moment, none of Corax's offspring were present.

The Space Marines could tell that the other party did not seem to be hostile towards them.

Nevertheless, they gripped their explosive pistols tightly, keeping the muzzles firmly pointed at Corax, not daring to relax for a moment.

“You only included Abaddon’s fleet in your calculations. In the shadows, there are two more legions of the Fallen.” Corax didn’t take their rudeness to heart.

"The Fallen? The Legion?"

“The Iron Warriors and the Legion of Word Bearers, and their Primarchs,” Corax briefly told the group.

"Sigh~"

Everyone present gasped. The two legions represented at least 200,000 Chaos Space Marines, and the number of warships carrying them would be considerable.

"You have brought very important information, Raven King Corax." Behind Alpharis, Kirsagh's projection appeared.

The golden light emanating from it caused the humans present to kneel down involuntarily; it must have been the glory of the God-Emperor.

"Who are you?" Corax frowned. He could tell that Kirsaji was indeed radiating the power of the Emperor, but he also sensed the power of Chaos.

“Chosen God forever.” Kirsage mouthed to Corax, but the others, with their heads bowed, did not see his lip movements.

Darkness was spreading, and Corax, who had been wandering in the warp, knew of the birth of the Eternal Chosen. He wanted to tear the Eternal Chosen, who had stolen the Emperor's power, to shreds here.

"Let's change the scene." Kirsaj saw Corax's lightning-filled power claws and used her psionic powers to create a teleportation array, sending her and Corax to a planet inhabited by the Thousand Sons.

Magnus, sensing the fluctuations in the teleportation array, was about to ask Kirsaqi when the curse of the Thousand Sons would be cured, but he saw Corax, whose eyes were filled with rage.

"traitor!"