I Am Sabazius Too

One standard Terra time before.

The capital of the Central Continent of Byzas.

"The area where the rebels gathered has been cleared, and most of the nearby residents have been evacuated to safe locations designated by us."

Prime Minister Collins looked worried. "Madam Propagandist, I wonder when Lord Violet Court Phoenix will be able to return?"

After seeing the Firebird fly towards the Southern Continent, those restless nobles also began to take action.

After several generations of change, even the military in the central Byzas Central Continent was controlled by numerous oligarchs.

These people, even when Fulgrim was around, had to fear his almost godlike combat abilities.

But now that Fugrima is gone, they are like the Beast without a keeper, forming a vast rebel army and marching towards the capital.

The situation is for Abdelon.

They're quite optimistic.

"Prime Minister, I believe that the rabble we are currently facing is not worth the trouble of Lord Fulgrim."

Abdelon dismissed the Prime Minister's defeatist report with disdain.

As the commander of the Sons of the Emperor, who owned a Gloriana-class Battleship, he did not believe that those dilapidated troops posed much of a threat to them.

"I hope so."

After a sigh, Prime Minister Collins slowly left the central hall of the mansion.

This place was used as a temporary military conference hall after Fulgrim announced its takeover.

Abdelon was not worried about the impending insurgents.

The enemy army consisted of only a few thousand farmers hastily assembled, some of whom hadn't even received a gun.

The dozen or so tanks and artillery pieces are practically antiques; it's estimated that only some military museums on Terra would have similar models in their collections.

"Lord Fulgrim should have brought more people with her."

Abdelon spoke softly, and after exchanging a few more words with the preacher about the battle, he quickly left the Governor's Mansion.

He needed to go to the high observation post to check on the rebels' gathering.

Several enormous objects appeared in the sky, their massive, blotting-out presence attracting Abdelon's attention.

Airship.

Airships equipped with anti-gravity devices are among the few advanced technologies from Byzas that have survived to this day.

Of course, I only know how to use it.

After all, the few remaining military airships on Byzas were all completely under the control of the government forces.

But they all seemed to be in the sky.

Abdelon frowned.

These airships should not have been deployed.

At least according to his orders, Abdelon, he did not use these weapons.

He activated the walkie-talkie on his helmet.

"The situation has changed. Call Quinn, Serius, and Alkenes. Beware of unidentified airships; they may not be friendly."

"Airship has been spotted and its movements are being monitored."

"Commander, should we shoot it down?"

"Just stay alert, I'll go find out."

Boom!

At that very moment, the airship above Abdelon opened fire.

Pneumatic stone-shooting cannon, laser cannon.

As a seasoned Lord Commander, Abdelon silently recited the names of these weapons as he dodged.

The airship was firing at the Governor's Mansion where they were located.

Although the enemy's weapons were not advanced, under the heavy firepower, the Governor's Mansion, which served as the command post of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, was quickly riddled with bullets and on the verge of collapse.

Moreover, even more soldiers parachuted from the airships to the ground to coordinate with the rebels outside the city in a coordinated attack from within and without.

"Quinn, take a portion of the Auxilia back to the city and clear out the rebels within."

"Good."

"Preachers, how are things going for you?"

"It's alright. Thanks to the energy shield of the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage, we are still safe."

"However, the Prime Minister is not with us; he is probably still somewhere in the mansion waiting for help."

"Understood, I'll set off right away."

Abdelon, his face grim, drew the Power Sword hanging from his waist and walked toward the crumbling Governor's Mansion.

Inside the Governor's Mansion, which was teetering on the brink of collapse under enemy fire.

Large pieces of stone and fine gravel are now falling from the once magnificent marble dome.

But under the protection of the Power Armour, Commander Abdelon was not afraid of the falling rocks.

But Collins, being a mortal, might not be so sure.

"Collins?!"

He shouted the other person's name loudly.

"Here in Abdelon, I'm here."

It is the very center of the mansion.

That was the most spacious banquet hall in the mansion!

This idiot, doesn't he know to hide in a more densely built-up area?

Abdelon cursed under his breath as he charged forward.

Prime Minister Collins sat in the very center of the hall.

His robes were covered in pebbles and dust, and even his once neat appearance had become disheveled.

"Prime Minister, how are you?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"Quickly, come with me to the shelter."

"Wait, Abdelon!"

"Assassin! There's an assassin!"

Prime Minister spoke weakly, two masked men in black jumped out from behind him in an instant, their sharp blades flashing towards each other.

Abdelon strode forward, his Power Sword instantly activating Disintegration Field.

Zzzzz!

With just a simple slash, the normally agile assassin was completely helpless against Abdelon.

The Disintegration Field instantly reduced half of his body to nothingness.

With another interception, they cut another assassin in half at the waist.

The whole process was so fast that only afterimages remained.

"Are you alright, Prime Minister? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Sensing that there were no more enemies around, he turned off the Disintegration Field in his hand and reached out to the Prime Minister.

"Over there! Abdelon, there are more assassins over there!"

The Prime Minister cried out in alarm.

But there doesn't seem to be any signal in the sensor.

Abdelon instinctively turned his head back.

Then, he felt a real pain in his waist.

It was an ancient and exquisite dagger.

The dagger pierced through the nearly indestructible Ceramite Armor, and its blade was embedded in the flesh of his waist.

"It seems that even demigods bleed."

Prime Minister Collins smiled as he turned the hilt of his sword.

Abdelon tried to reach out and stop him, but could only feel his power draining away from his body.

That dagger was not as simple as it seemed.

It is poisonous.

Even this potent poison wouldn't be of the Byzas caliber.

Purple mist covered the wound on his waist and continued to spread with the blood.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, he instinctively knelt down on the ground.

"This is betrayal, Collins."

". Why?"

"Why?"

The Prime Minister suddenly burst into laughter.

"Of course, it's to overthrow you tyrants."

"What else? Are we to throw all of Byzas into your so-called Great Crusade, exhausting what little we have left?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the purple dagger and threw it on the ground, where it bounced several pleasant, soft sounds on the smooth, reflective marble slab.

"Fulgrim is an eloquent speaker, but her words cannot conceal the fact that she will drag Byzas into the quagmire of a brutal war."

"She was able to behave herself when her favorite Kasgar was by her side. But once she lost him, her behavior proved that she was the same kind of person as the tyrant who created the post-nuclear Glass Wasteland."

"Perhaps your dream of Great Crusade is grand, but Byzas will not fall into the hands of a tyrant who would burn our world to ashes again."

"The Great Crusade, the Great Crusade, was magnificent."

The dying Abdelon struggled to retort.

"No!"

"How can an insatiable, eternal war be called great!"

"All tyrants, and their lackeys, will be killed by us!"

"And you are the same."

Collins stood up with a cold smile and slowly paced around the fallen Abdelon.

"In legends, you are immortal and invulnerable to swords and spears."

"But today, a false demigod will die at the hands of a mortal. This news will spread, and the world will turn against you as it would against invaders!"

"This is the mission that Sabazius has given us."

"Engage in an eternal and endless struggle against that tyrant who sits high on the throne!"

"I have already set up a record in the hall."

Prime Minister Collins paused for a moment before speaking.

It was as if they were watching Abdelon's life slip away.

"The live footage will now be recorded and disseminated within the resistance."

"Abdelon, your death will proclaim to the world our will to resist the invaders."

As he spoke, he picked up the dagger again and used the blood to carve some kind of symbol on the hall.

"We will use your blood to summon Sabazius to fight alongside us."

He said with a smile.

"Not only that, I want them all to see this moment, to see how Sabazius appears and fights alongside us."

"Hahahaha! With the blood of demigods, we call upon the arrival of our savior!"

He laughed wildly, spreading his arms wide as he basked in the multicolored light.

A dazzling Guanghua appeared, and in Abdelon's gradually blurring vision, a magnificent Warp Gate unfolded before him.

Did Sabazius really exist?

How will he hinder Lord Fulgrim's next actions?

Abdelon was unaware of this; all he could feel was his life slipping away.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely fade away, he saw an arm reaching out from in front of the Portal.

It was an arm covered in golden-red cracks.

"Hey."

He quickly jumped out of the Portal.

"That's right, hello everyone!"

"I am Sabazius!"

As he spoke, he looked around.

"Abdelon?! How did you get so badly injured?!"

A burst of golden-red flames instantly appeared, and Kasgar flipped the other's body over, aiming the flames at the wounds and beginning to burn them.

The dark purple toxins were completely eliminated in that instant.

Even the flesh covering the wound healed completely at this moment.

Abdelon is out of danger.

But even after losing a lot of blood, his face was still somewhat pale.

"How could it be you, Kasgar?"

"Hehe, just don't worry about these things for now, just lie down and rest."

"Now, watch me."

Kasgar smiled and turned to the astonished Prime Minister Collins.

"You? How could it be you?"

He recognized Kasgar.

The most favored courtier at the Fulgrim banquet.

But he could never be confused with Sabazius, the greatest hero in Byzas legend!

That's absolutely impossible!!!

This is an insult to the heroes of Byzas!

"But that's just how it is."

Kasgar was facing the Broadcast System that led to the interior of all the rebel groups.

"I apologize, my fellow citizens of Byzas. I am Sabazius, the legendary hero of Byzas."

"Here, I am honored to announce that I will be Fulgrim the 28th Expeditionary Fleet of Fugrim as a member of the Great Crusade."

"No!!!"

The Prime Minister immediately let out a loud cry of grief.

"You're not Sabazius!!!"

"Demon! I will not allow you to impersonate our hero!!!"

"But your summoning Portal was set up for me, Prime Minister."

Of course, the target of the summon is Sabazius.

But now he's still running away with his tail between his legs.

So Kasgar, who was following behind him, went inside.

How?

You demons have impersonated humans so many times, what's the big deal if I, a human, impersonate a demon?

Don't be so stingy, okay?

"Also, the thirty years I spent with Fulgrim are a time I have always cherished."

He told the story of the Centaur gold ring again here.

According to him, Sabazius had already colluded with Fulgrim when they were still on Chemos!

"From this day forward, I declare that Byzas and I will both join the Great Crusade and the 28th Expeditionary Fleet."

He even shamelessly showed off the collar around his neck with the name "Fulgrim" engraved on it.

Sorry everyone!

"Um... I have some things to do, I'll be back later!"

With that, Kasgar jumped back into the Portal behind him and disappeared from everyone's sight once again.

As for Prime Minister Collins...

After hearing all this, he was so angry that he fainted and lost consciousness.

Unofficial history.

It's still that kind of unofficial history that's both fantastical and historical.

Abdelon: "."

He was speechless.

Although the results achieved by Kasgar far exceeded his expectations.

This not only fundamentally undermined the foundation of Sabazius's popular cult, but also greatly dampened the morale of the resistance.

If anyone ever launches an uprising under the banner of Sabazius in the future, they should remember what has happened today.

Forget it, I'd better not think about it anymore.

Anyone who sees it will feel ashamed.

This Chief Lord Commander, Kasgar, seems to possess a natural ability.

It can turn anything that is normal into something extremely abnormal in an instant.

It's useful, but it's not a technique that an average person could use.

"Sons of the Emperor, reporting on the battle situation."

Abdelon struggled to his feet, picked up his Power Sword, and activated the helmet's communicator to call out.

"The rebel offensive in the south of the capital is weakening!!"

"The enemy's morale seems to have dropped by more than one level. We can't even hear Sabazius, who used to shout all the time. What about you guys?"

"The same goes for the West!"

"It seems there's a squadron of airships in the central area preparing to surrender to us. What's going on? Lord Abdelon, do you know the reason?"

"I... I don't know."

It's best if no one knows.

Abdelon prayed silently in his heart.

The rebels, who were raising the banner of Sabazius, were quickly wiped out.

In the end, all that remained on this continent was the absurd rumor that Sabazius had been beaten to his knees by Fulgrim and eventually became his slave.