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However, the questions came one after another.
Abaddon had barely finished speaking when a doubtful voice rose from the crowd. "How do we make sure the warship we teleport to through the Warp belongs to the Loyalist Faction?"
"If we get it wrong and board a warship belonging to the Traitor Faction—won't we have to fight another battle before we can escape?"
Another voice immediately followed. "And how do we get out of here after we teleport? The Vengeful Spirit's Teleportation System will definitely be monitored. As soon as we activate it, Horus and his lackeys will know our location."
"Even if we successfully board a Loyalist Faction warship, Horus's fleet will pursue us immediately. How do we shake them off?"
Listening to his subordinates' questions, Abaddon fell into thought.
His brow furrowed, his gaze lowered, and his fingers tapped lightly against the haft of his Power Axe, producing a rhythmic sound.
Indeed, he had considered all these problems, but he had yet to find a perfect answer.
They still did not know who was loyal and who had turned traitor. Since Horus had launched his purge, the situation aboard every warship had been changing rapidly. Some had fallen under the Traitor Faction's control, others had been retaken by the Loyalist Faction, and still others remained locked in fierce fighting.
If he led his men aboard a Traitor Faction warship, wouldn't they have to fight another battle before escaping?
With only a few hundred exhausted warriors left, they would likely struggle to get out intact if they faced another hard battle.
Just then, Torgaddon suddenly stepped out of