78: Chapter 78 Abaddon, the Chaos Dog General

"Cheng Tianping" system. The Cheng Yu Empire expedition fleet stationed here suddenly launched an attack on three Hive City worlds of the Corpse Emperor Empire, ignoring any warnings or demands for negotiation.

At the same time, two other expedition fleets also launched orbital strikes against Chaos strongholds in the Tempestus Sector.

The Cheng Yu Empire abandoned its previous "boiling a frog in warm water" colonization strategy and began marching boldly into deep space.

The Empire's advance triggered strong resentment from the other two parties, and the situation in the Tempestus Sector instantly changed from a clear division of territory to a three-way split.

Decrees conferring titles flew from the imperial palace to the front lines like snowflakes.

Arriving at the imperial capital along with the reports of gratitude were diplomatic envoys from the other two parties.

The situation in the Tempestus Sector was originally delicate; neither the Corpse Emperor nor the Warlord had strong control here. After all, this was not the main battlefield for galactic hegemony, just a side dish.

The Cheng Yu Empire, joining as a variable that could not be underestimated, could either allow the Corpse Emperor to win here or cause Chaos to perish in this place.

As for dominating the entire Tempestus Sector... neither side believed the Gene Tyrant had such ambition or strength.

The envoy sent by the Corpse Emperor High Lords Council was arrogant and rude, threatening to level all the habitable planets of the Cheng Yu Empire with vortex torpedoes or virus bombs, and drive Cheng Yu, this False Emperor, into space as a vagrant.

The messenger of the Chaos Warlord was relatively peaceful, stating that their side had no irreconcilable contradictions with your country, and that the two sides could fully unite to eradicate the remnants of the Corpse Emperor in the Tempestus Sector together.

Main Body ordered the Warlord's messenger to be boiled to death, using a low fire of annihilation that could permanently kill demons.

The Chaos messenger wailed in the boiling mercury soup, "My master Abaddon can make you the Storm King!"

"Noisy!" Main Body held his tea and sneered, "If I wish to be a king, I shall be a king. Why bother with your conferment?"

Then he ordered the Corpse Emperor Empire's envoy, Marcus, to be imprisoned—neither killed nor tortured, just locked up, next to Cassius, so the two of them could have someone to talk to when they were bored.

...

Deep within the Eye of Terror, on the bridge deck of the twisted warship "Vengeful Spirit".

"Reporting to the Warmaster, that rat, the Gene Tyrant, is unwilling to accept our proposal and even boiled our messenger to death."

"I know." Abaddon, clad in black and gold armor, gripped the daemon sword "Drach'nyen" in his left hand and the "Talon of Horus" in his right, his grim and gloomy face betraying neither joy nor sorrow.

"Heh, this Gene Tyrant is quite the character." The "Deceiver" sorcerer Khayon chuckled, "My Lord Warmaster, can you tolerate this?"

"A grain of sand trying to shine as bright as a pearl?" The "Black Legionnaire" Huron said, "Why would such a petty trick deserve the Warmaster's anger? And he dares to fight on two fronts... who knows if it isn't some devious hook from the Corpse Emperor?!"

"What does the Thirteenth say?" Abaddon ignored his two scheming "subordinates" and asked his sorcerer, Vashtorr, directly.

"According to inside reports, the False Regent Guilliman originally intended to organize a fleet to quell the rebellion, but was dissuaded by those insects in the High Lords Council."

"Appeasement, diverting the disaster... those pigs are as despicable as ever."

"As for the Gene Tyrant..." Vashtorr asked.

"The Corpse Emperor's army won't fight, and we won't fight either. Let's see who breaks first."

"But the Gene Tyrant's forces are also expanding within Warp..."

"Ignore him!" Chaos Warlord Abaddon stood up, his overwhelming killing intent coalescing into substance as it surged around him. He stared fixedly in the direction of the Watcher Planet and said:

"Our goal, from beginning to end, is only one... to destroy the Corpse Emperor's empire. Do not be distracted by these petty scoundrels."

"As you command!" The Warmaster's subordinates responded, each with their own ulterior motives.

Being able to bring together these fly-by-night characters with different demands and different minds to move in the same direction, Warlord Abaddon could be considered the best breed among the hounds kept by the Chaos Gods.

...

Inside Warp, Chief of Staff Cheng Yu launched a surprise night raid on another stronghold of the Khorne demon army.

It was still a lightning storm flattening the ground, followed by the Demon Horse Cavalry moving in to harvest.

"With the power of thunder, how can you lot resist?!"

Chief of Staff Cheng Yu rode a Slaanesh demon horse, electricity flickering in his hands, harvesting the heads of Chaos Warriors from time to time.

"Three thousand soldiers' might subdues the northern lands, a hundred thousand demon troops bow their heads!"

Chief of Staff Cheng Yu returned in triumph, bringing with him dozens of carts filled with the heads of Chaos Warriors.

He reckoned that with this, he could at least earn a barony or a viscounty, and perhaps a countship wasn't out of the question... Hahahaha!

It was just that he was working so hard... for whom?

After returning to the stronghold, whether it was Godzilla Cheng Yu or Ecclesiarchy Priest Cheng Yu, all the clones naturally praised Chief of Staff Cheng Yu, vying to take photos with this clone who was about to become a new noble.

At this moment, although his appearance still had the features of Cheng Yu, on the whole, he looked more like Wei Yan from legends of the three kingdoms, possessing a kind of rebellious beauty.

"Chief of Staff, your registered mail." The messenger Cheng Yu, wearing a thick protective suit, squeezed into the crowd.

"Mine?" Chief of Staff Cheng Yu opened the envelope. The elegant handwriting on the letter was strange yet familiar, though the language was not very calm.

"My dear, what is it that you can't tell me directly, that you start by asking for a divorce!"

"If you dare say such things again, I will kill you first, then kill myself, and then ask Slaanesh to bind our souls together to make butterflies... just like in that stage play that's most popular right now."

"I've already bought tickets for the stage play. Wait for you to come back and watch it together."

Chief of Staff Cheng Yu squatted on the ground, frowning as he finished reading the letter. Beside him, two Slaanesh Nuns were craning their necks to peek.

"Scumbag, a scumbag who abandons his wife and children once he gains some skill!" One of the Slaanesh Nuns said after putting her eyes back into their sockets.

"People like you are not welcome in our Court of Excess!" The other Slaanesh Nun said.

"By the way, have you seen that stage play?"

"I have. The love between the main characters is so touching. I heard it's adapted from a true story."

"Right, there are not only such devoted men in this world, but also such vulgar men."

"Exactly, exactly."

The two Slaanesh Nuns walked away, twisting their hips while chattering about the plot of the stage play.

"Is my relationship with her really that deep?"

The more Chief of Staff Cheng Yu thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, but he was currently in Warp and couldn't leave until his service period expired.

He had no choice but to write another letter, wanting to send it to his previous superior to investigate this matter.

Actually, in Chief of Staff Cheng Yu's memory... he had just reported his work to his superior the day before yesterday.

"This clone is already dead. Don't fill out this address anymore."

The messenger Cheng Yu hadn't left yet; registered mail required the recipient's signature, whether it was a rejection or a reply, there had to be a record.

"Huh?" Chief of Staff Cheng Yu was very surprised, "He was still... how did he die?"

"Drowned in a bathtub by an enemy agent." The messenger took the signed receipt and left without looking back.