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It's like a hot knife cutting butter with little effort.

Standing in front of the huge porthole of the first bridge, this sentence flashed in Insel's mind.

A minute earlier, the Revenge had rammed straight into a frigate. Standing here, he could clearly see the blasphemous slogans and various decorations on the ship. The skin of the innocent, the flesh of the victims, the bones of the pure. They were hung all over the hull, making the looted frigate extremely grotesque.

Like some kind of monster floating in deep space.

Then, it was swallowed by a bigger monster.

The huge ramming angle on the front end of the Vengeance easily cut it open—a description that may not be appropriate, but to be precise, it was crushed.

The whole process is extremely cruel, but also has an alternative bloody. The metal is twisted and deformed under the more powerful violent oppression, and finally it can't support the pressure to break layer by layer.

The Void Shield that comes with the frigate didn't work at all. The huge kinetic energy of the impact angle and the blue light covering it cut it straight, and then the engine and various important parts began to explode.

The traitors within it are also exposed.

A few frightened faces and broken bodies flashed in front of Insel's eyes. Astarte's dynamic vision allowed him to see this scene clearly. He knew that most of these people died from the chain explosion caused by the broken hull.

Those who actually die in the banging don't leave dead bodies, they leave nothing, not even their names.

There was a happy smile on the face of the Iron Snake Chapter Commander, and then the Vengeance completely crushed it.

All kinds of metal fragments floated in the vacuum together with the broken instruments, corpses, weapons, etc. on them, and were quickly captured by the material transformation magic circle that came with the Vengeance, all of which were turned into magic power for the warship to advance. It can be said to make the best use of it.

Not far in front of them, the solitary Spirit of Vengeance stopped there.

Suspended in the dark universe, the traitor fleet standing beside it was either crushed by the Vengeance or fled for their lives - what those traitors who were desperate to escape did not know that their hulls had been destroyed. The Vengeance made its mark. From now on, no matter the ends of the earth, as long as there is a day between them and this universe...

The hunt never stops.

As He Shenyan said, he would find every Abaddon's follower, no matter if they were or not, as long as they appeared near Abaddon. They must die.

He Shenyan, who was standing beside him, asked Insel in a smiling voice, "Do you think he is praying, Insel?"

"...This, I don't know, Your Excellency," the Chapter Master replied cautiously and cautiously.

"Boldly guess, we don't need to have any respect for a Chaos traitor anyway, do we?"

Insel pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "...I don't know much about this man, Your Excellency. But if he is as determined as he claims to be, I don't think he will pray."

He Shenyan let out a deep laughter from his throat, and that appearance made Insel feel horrified—not on a psychological level, but on a physical level. Suddenly, he seemed to be physically exposed to those ancient sea-monsters on Yin Taka star, and was threatened with death.

"He must pray, Insel," the wizard told him slowly but forcefully.

"A traitor like him will try to keep himself alive anyway, and he can do anything in order to survive and achieve his goals. It also sells his dignity - what's the difference? They've sold it once, anyway. already."

He Shenyan turned his head and stared at Insel. The first moment he caught a glimpse of those eyes, both of Insel's hearts stopped beating for a moment. There was no emotion in those eyes, only the purest rationality and coldness remained: "If he doesn't do it... let's help him."

"Vengeance,

Stop here. "

Just a short distance from Abaddon's flagship, He Shenyan ordered to stop here.

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"We must meet the Warmaster!"

A huge quarrel broke out at the round table of the Tzeentch Warband on the Vengeful Soul, the Sons of the Cyclops. This group has always had a lot of psykers, so the picture of arguing with each other doesn't seem too noisy. There are many people who are used to talking directly with psionics.

"He refused all requests to see him, even his cronies."

"That's normal, isn't it? After all, we've known for hundreds of years that he despised us 'puppets of chaos'."

One of the psionicists snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "He feels that he will never bow down to the Four Chaos Gods, or become their puppet. But he is nothing."

"The Lord of Change has foreseen everything..."

The name silenced the psykers for a few seconds, as if to express some unwritten respect. Then, when they wanted to talk again, they found that the smooth psionic communication could no longer be used at this time.

A man's voice echoed in their minds: "Really? Did he foresee this?"

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion sounded, but it was not generated in the real universe, but exploded directly in their brains. An incredible amount of golden psionic energy poured out of a psionicist's seven orifices in an instant, and flowed onto the table with his liquefied brain.

A Chaos wizard opened his mouth as if trying to scream - he failed. Because his flesh and blood spurted out of that open mouth, and along with it, countless golden flames sprayed into the entire room.

Someone tried to open the door to leave, or break the wall. But whether by witchcraft or psionics, bolters or chainsaws, the door remains indestructible, as are the walls. They can only shrink in this room, and they are burned to slag by the flames little by little.

And, someone rather maliciously broadcast their dying screams up and down the entire Vengeful Spirit ship - he even somehow gave the mindless servitors a brief sane, keeping their chaotic brains together. Feel the pain, fear and other emotions in an instant.

Even the servitors started screaming.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whisper in everyone's heart: "I'm coming to you, Abaddon - are you praying?"

With a burst of blue light, three hundred Astartes of the Iron Serpent Chapter appeared on the Spirit of Vengeance. Their landing site was obviously carefully arranged, behind the dog of Abaddon, the most powerful Khorne war gang. Many of this group of Khorne madmen were even blown up by the overwhelming bombs just after picking up their weapons. brain.

Three minutes after the battle started, a Khorne Berserker who finally broke through the firepower network held up his chainsaw axe with a grin on his face - he could almost see the image of his axe slashing at the enemy, and the blood god would definitely do something for him. I am proud!

Is the blood god proud of him?

No.

Because he is dead. A spear of the ocean that came from nowhere pierced his heart, and this cruel weapon came out of his chest and nailed him firmly to the ground. Before the Berserker could react, the golden psionic energy attached to it burned his whole body into charcoal in an instant.

"Keep attacking! Kill all traitors! Don't engage them in close combat!"

Insel shouted filial piety and took over the job of the priest brother. The reason is simple, the only priest they had left was now pouring frantically with bolt guns in the first row of the battle formation. From the start of the war to the present, he has not uttered a word. Killing silently all the time, as if it was his innate duty.

As a result, this group of Khorne adherents was shot one by one without honor by long-range fire, and they were not able to engage in close combat with the warriors of the Iron Serpents until their deaths. Not to mention the gods who please them.

"Abaddon, Abaddon—have you started praying?"

The smiling voice came again, resounding in the hearts of all the traitors. They began to feel fear like never before, and some people began to shout the names of the gods they believed in, as if this was the only way to get rid of He Shenyan. But they didn't, and all those who chanted the name of the Heretic God died.

Only that voice was still echoing on the hull—reverberating endlessly, calling Abaddon's name tirelessly, even with some eerie gentleness.

"Remember what I said to you? You haven't started praying yet, so I'm here to help you, Abaddon."

The voice laughed wildly and said, "Don't you want to be the puppet and plaything of the Four Chaos Gods? But you already are! You are a coward who stole your father's identity and destroyed his body. Even among the traitors you are It's just a joke!"

"enough."

Abaddon's voice came through the broadcast system on the Vengeful Spirit, with unconcealed exhaustion: "You won, enough. Don't say more."

"I refuse—you haven't started praying yet."

"...I can't do that."

Abaddon said frankly to the communication port that he was not wearing the custom-made Terminator power armor, only the loincloth. Revealing the tattoos and scars on his body, he didn't even carry any weapons, just sat in the cab as if he had accepted everything calmly.

With the blue light, He Shenyan appeared behind him, and Abaddon turned around as if he had expected it.

"Why can't you do it?" He Shenyan looked at him in confusion. "Just kneel down to them once, Abaddon, how easy it is."

"......Do not."

The warmaster of Chaos, the greatest threat to the human empire, said firmly at this time: "I will not submit to them like my father, never."

He even looked at He Shenyan with an unyielding look, and put on a slaughtered attitude: "You can kill me, but you can't make me submit, no one can make me submit! I won't! It's a chaotic lackey, and it won't be your dog!"

"yes?"

He Shenyan looked at him with a half-smile, and then said, "Kneel down."

"boom!"

Abaddon's legs were instantly shattered from below the knees, but no blood gushed out. His flesh and bones were all shattered, and the extreme pain made him show an oxygen-deprived expression. Then, he had to fall to his knees.

He Shenyan continued: "Now—Abaddon, start praying."

He crouched down and said softly to Abaddon: "You don't want to be a dog, you have never bowed to the four gods of chaos, I know all this."

Meeting Abaddon's eyes, he smiled and said, "But what does that have to do with me? I don't care, Abaddon, do you know what I care about?"

He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Abaddon's mouth opened involuntarily. A powerful force forced his vocal cords to begin to vibrate against his will.

With his tongue rolled up, he began to shout in standard High Gothic: "The Chaos Gods - your faithful servants, believers, Ezekel Abaddon pray to you here!"

At the same time, there were tears in his eyes. The masseter muscle exerted frantically, and the force was so great that his face was shattered, and the muscle fibers were broken, which was extremely terrifying.

But it didn't help, he still couldn't stop his vocal cords from making a sound: "I, Ezekiel Abaddon, pray to you fervently and call for your mercy, and I will serve you with all my heart and hope only that you will be able to Have mercy on me, and give me strength to defeat this enemy..."

He Shenyan released his hand with a satisfied smile, and Abaddon rushed from the ground with anger and blood and tears on his face, rushing towards him like a dog with a broken leg: "What have you done— —?!”

He was stopped in mid-air, his muscles still shaking, but he couldn't move an inch. He Shenyan's hand condensed a small knife made of golden flames, and he replied with a half-smile: "Isn't it good to give you the power that a traitor should have?"

"Seriously, Abaddon, you should thank me. How many people want to get down on their knees and pray to them that there's no way out."

The knife slowly circled around Abaddon's neck, softly like a lover's stroking, but it caused his throat and important blood vessels to start bleeding profusely. Blood poured out, and Abaddon's face became paler and paler.

"You betrayed, didn't you just gain this power?"

Laughter, moans, battle roars, and an old man's kind whisper sounded in Abaddon's ears. Along with He Shenyan's voice, he felt that his sanity began to become more and more dull. Memories of the past fly by quickly. His precious memories seemed to be being swallowed by a black hole, even his emotions.

Ezekiel Abaddon, at the last moment before disappearing, he said to He Shenyan: "No, I didn't betray for this."

He looked at the mage with his eyes that were gradually becoming cloudy, and his voice was already low and inaudible: "I am for him... only..."

"Really? I don't care."

He Shenyan said softly.

Meanwhile, Abaddon's body began to change. A monster with the power of the four gods was born from the corpse of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon.

"Exactly, that's it." He Shenyan said with a smile.

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