Road to Mars

Open a route to Mars?

That request was far too broad. Killing their way to Terra counted as opening a route, and directly tearing open a Warp rift counted as opening one too.

Abaddon did not believe Carl Bohar meant the former. No matter how much he despised the rotten Imperium of today, he had to admit that it was a colossal entity requiring an all-out effort to confront.

If xenos across the Milky Way were not tying down the Imperium's forces, the defensive strength of the Cadian Sector would have continued to grow.

When facing a beast, the smartest approach was to bleed it, wear it down until it was exhausted and gasping, then let the hunter deliver the killing blow.

That was why Abaddon had organized twelve Black Crusades in succession. Every campaign had provoked a fierce response from the Imperium.

The High Lords of Terra, the Departmento Munitorum, and the Administratum had been thrown into chaos as they urgently redeployed troops stationed throughout the Milky Way.

This was an enormous expenditure of resources. Every turn of that bloated machine crushed a few gears, and as those gears accumulated, they became fatal flaws that would prevent the Imperium from continuing to function.

All the Black Legion needed to do was seize those flaws, display the hunter's cruelty and cunning, and viciously rip out the barbs embedded in the Imperium beast's flesh, leaving it maimed, bleeding, and howling...

Another purpose of the Black Crusades was to please the gods. Although Abaddon disliked the Dark Gods who had turned his father Horus into a madman, he desperately needed the immense power they possessed.

Each campaign satisfied the four gods. The ambition to destroy and rebuild the Imperium pleased Tzeentch; the fires of war delighted Khorne; countless slaves and acts of