"Lord Renster! Forces of Chaos Slaanesh have appeared on Karst Planet. They have retaken our territory. Lord Abaddon requires you to reclaim it."
"Those Sons of Slaanesh?"
Renster showed a faint sneer, mocking Fulgrim, once one of the Emperor's Children, who had now become Slaanesh's most loyal servant. The one who had once pursued perfection could now only hypnotize himself with twisted illusions, proclaiming that he had done nothing wrong.
"I understand."
These veterans had existed since the age of Horus. Over the years, Abaddon had not managed them strictly. More precisely, Abaddon could only requisition them, not directly command them. Under Abaddon's organization, they acted together for a shared goal.
But with Horus's appearance, that goal was bound to fracture.
Many of these veterans would become unstable assets.
For Abaddon, in the past, he had indeed found a new direction for those veterans who could no longer turn back.
But the current Abaddon had more to consider.
Either abandon all the veterans, or abandon every trump card he currently held.
He made his decision.
So that these veterans could "successfully" complete their mission.
Abaddon had even prepared an Arks of Omen for them, a planet-class ark of destruction built by the Dark Mechanicum.
Those veterans had no doubts about it. Even though they had suddenly been summoned together at this time, they merely regarded this mission as one among hundreds or thousands. The missions they carried out truly could only be performed by them, because they still enjoyed Abaddon's deep trust. Some missions could only be completed if entrusted to them.
As the warship set sail.
Vashtorr also learned what had happened in the world of Kadiwen.
The Arks of Omen whose construction had involved the Dark Mechanicum in his hands were, in truth, his eyes and ears. Everything