"So the Warmaster Abaddon is your last hope?" Commissar Cain looked at Harken impassively, a mysteriously amused smile hidden in his tone.
Harken could not understand Commissar Cain's mood. Who was Warmaster Abaddon? He was the Despoiler! The Chosen of the Gods! The one destined to destroy the Imperium of Man! Mortals across countless worlds even used Abaddon's name to frighten children!
He should hate that name! He should fear that name! He should submit to that name!
But... but why? Why did that damned commissar and the soldiers beside him wear such knowing calmness on their faces?
The feeling made Harken deeply uncomfortable. He continued roaring, trying to intimidate the soldiers before him with the imposing presence unique to a Space Marine.
Commissar Cain curled his lip. Back in the early days of this expedition, the supreme command formed by Lin Fan and the Primarchs had already analyzed the threat posed by Chaos forces.
The first issue raised had been the Chaos Space Marines. Among those powerful augmented warriors were plenty of ruthless individuals capable of conquering an entire planet. But after careful analysis, the officers and soldiers of the Big Canteen discovered that Chaos Space Marines were not as terrifying as legend claimed.
Relying on their thick armor, powerful attacks, and swift reflexes, Chaos Space Marines possessed unimaginable advantages on localized battlefields. The shit-like, convoluted structure of Imperial hive cities was a nightmare for Imperial forces; every corner could become a battlefield for a Chaos Space Marine ambush.
They would usually launch surprise attacks against the core departments of an Imperial world, wipe out its upper ranks, then spread the chaos wider and wider. Imperial forces lacking command and effective communication could not unite and would be defeated piecemeal. Corpses scattered everywhere and horrific sights would severely undermine