>>6139303
his final carnage began in a great valley, the product of a near miss by a melta torpedo. A miss that had spared the Imperials yesterday, but sealed their fates tonight! Abaddon flung himself into the fray, cleaving with full strokes the men who stood in between him and his prey, butchering wholesale with his men. The Cadians fought like men possessed, like monsters cornered. Abaddon's men were possessed, monsters in truth as well as simile, and so fought harder still. When the last corpse fell, it was Abaddon who laid it low, sending that cloak, that cigar spinning to the ground with a backhand from his mighty paw. The heavyset, gray-haired man lay flat upon the graying mud, and a pool of blood grew around him. Abaddon felt his breath quicken, and kicked the Castellan over, to see his face as the Demonblade consumed his soul.

>>6139310
"I've won, Creed! I've beaten you, the Imperium is MINE for the taking! The galaxy shall burn! But not before I hear you beg, NOT BEFORE I HEAR YOU BEG!" His voice was torn with emotion, manic laughter struggled free of his throat.
The figure tipped over, to lay spread eagle on its back. Silent, broken, and dead. An old man, slain by a casual blow from an immortal warrior. Abaddon felt something leave him. The rush vanished. Creed was dead. He had won... Yes. He had defeated the hero of the Imperium, but Creed was dead. And without ever even knowing that Abaddon had won. The united leader of Chaos knelt down, and screamed at the square-jawed corpse, howling in anger, in the hopes that perhaps his fleeting soul could still hear his words. "I. HAVE. WON. CR-" He froze mid-word, as he realized that the crater was silent. He stood, and thought for a moment that his men were watching him. He was mistaken, for his marines, his warriors, his cultists... Even the demons, were staring open-mouthed, at the crest of the crater that they had swept into.

>>6139321
For one nanosecond. For one fleeting, cursory micron of an instant, Abaddon was confused.
And then he knew. He knew what he would see when he looked up to match their gaze. He knew what he would see when he looked up, and realized why Creed had led this defensive force personally, and why he had not boarded one of the Valkyries that had escaped, or a Chimera to flee. He looked up, to see the barrels of a thousand tanks, the crested figures of ten thousand men, the whirring shapes of countless hundreds of skimmers and fighters. He saw in the distance, the smoking ruin of his flagship drifting through orbit a hundred miles away, and heard all of a sudden the unjammed signals of panicked screaming coming in from every one of his officers and aides.

>>6139327
Abaddon saw, before his eyes, his Crusade crumble. And he knew, without looking, the expression upon that fat old man's face, despite the shattered jaw and the broken neck. And he felt his last emotion before the guns started firing, and the torpedoes struck, and the lascannon-bolts flew. Boiling up inside of him, he opened his mouth, and screamed.
And over the din of battle, though battle cannon roared and basilisk whistled, though lasgun cracked and Guardsmen cried out with tears in their eyes the name of their savior, no voice cried so loudly as Abaddon the Fool's, whose hatred of one man had cost him a victory that could have changed the galaxy, the one man whose name he now invoked. That magnificent bastard. That tactical genius.

>>6139343

>>6139343
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Wait, how the hell did Abaddon bitchslap Creed to death without any arms?

EVEN IN DEATH, I STILL CREEEEEEEEEEED

In hell, Tzeentch grudgingly fishes 40 gelt out of his wallet to press into Creed's waiting palm.
"Told'ya it'd work."

Huh. Usually /tg/ is all over a good CREEEEEEEED thread.

tacticool

>>6139303
God fucking dammit THUMBNAIL!

>>6139454

Because Creed wanted him too.

That's how good this man is.

Martial Excellence is 20% foresight, 20% discipline, and 60% being Ursarkar E. Motherfucking Creed.

>>6139510
WHAT THE FUCK?!

>>6139343
>>6139327
>>6139321
>>6139310
>>6139303

>What I was expecting
Lol chaos wins, death to the false Emperor!

>What I got
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

>>6139590
CHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNN

>>6139590
I requested Chen dressed as Creed. It was the same drawthread where the picture of Chem-chan sucking off futa Cultist-chan was created.

"Push me closer, I wish to hit them with my umbrella."

>>6139638

>>6139638

>>6139638
/thread

You made my day, good sir. A thousand internets to you.

>>6139718
you must have a shitty day planned

This must be canon for Warhammer 41,000 when it gets released. Everyone write to the developers!

>>6139793
Shit... our grandchilren will be dead by the time GW gets that out

oh boy, another "guardsmen r awsum" thread

>>6139835
don't confuse Guardsmen with Creed

Although the Guard is quite awesome

>And he knew, without looking, the expression upon that fat old man's face, despite the shattered jaw and the broken neck.

>>6139854
Fucking EPIC

>>6139854
No one trollfaces like Creed

>>6139854
>>6139904
>>6139940
smells like samefag
keep on rockin!

Problem, Chaos?

>>6139854
OP here. Nothing slips by you /tg/.

>>6140051

Not really, u?

Bumban for awesomeness.