Boarding the Vengeful Spirit

Abaddon vanished into the blazing fire of the forge, and even the two primarchs had been too late to stop him.

The atmosphere instantly turned stiff.

"Heh, looks like we messed that up?" Lox scratched his head awkwardly.

"I smell Vashtorr's stench. That little bastard didn't dare show his face on Terra himself, but he never stopped pulling petty tricks."

The Lord of the Forge was, after all, a minor god of the Warp. He was nothing to the Emperor, but personally intervening to snatch Abaddon away was no difficult feat for him.

"This is all Lion's fault. He moved too slowly." The Wolf Lord immediately began shifting the blame. With his temperament, brazenly lying through his teeth came as naturally as breathing.

Lion merely snorted coldly and offered no further explanation, because explanations themselves were pale and useless things.

The Lion of Caliban was an absolute pragmatist. He had no interest in hollow formalities.

"He can't have gone far. There is nowhere left for them on Terra now. The Iron Warriors have surrendered to us, so Abaddon could only have been teleported aboard the Vengeful Spirit in orbit."

"After we meet Father, I will reduce Horus and that damned warship of his to dust once and for all."

Lox and the Wolf Lord exchanged glances. It seemed that was all they could do for now.

The group met up with Jaghatai Khan, who was hurrying over. The Chogorian hawk took one look at the situation and knew an accident had happened—they had let Abaddon escape again.

"There is no need to dwell on such minor matters, brothers. Our most urgent task is to utterly crush Horus's ambitions. Father is summoning us. Sanguinius and the others have already gone ahead."

Upon hearing the Emperor's summons, Lion El'Jonson immediately cast aside