Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 209, 16, Abaddon: "Hello, commanders."

Doom ran wildly on the Spirit of Vengeance like a bull with unstoppable momentum. His steel boots trampled on the deck of the demon flagship, making a "bang bang bang" sound, heavy and powerful.

In the fierce battle, Doom's heart was as calm as a lake. He could hear the sound of the chainsaw sword cutting the demon's bones and the tiny sound of the power armor gears turning.

He breathed in the clean air provided by the power armor's circulatory system, his breathing remained steady. The voice channel continued to carry the shouts of victory from his brothers, and the night vision device on his helmet locked onto the enemy in the dark.

The demons here were more powerful than those he had seen before, and their physical manifestations in the material realm were more inhuman, with colorful skin, protruding eyeballs, and elongated fangs. All kinds of blasphemous symbols were revealed in Doom's extraordinary vision.

One of the demons lunged toward Doom, its eyes narrow and feline-green.

This was a powerful demon, and Doom had to swing his chainsword twice before he could kill it completely.

At the same time, other demons surrounded the Slayer from different directions.

This is an extremely dangerous formation, as these blasphemous creatures are determined to annihilate the Doom Slayer in one fell swoop.

“If they were smarter, they would have scattered and fled,” Doom thought to himself.

But he was used to the stupidity of the demons. A combination of false beliefs and battle fanaticism made these demons still stand before Doom and the Slayer, resisting stubbornly.

The massacre took place quickly. Every Doom Slayer was a master in slaughtering demons. They were so familiar with their enemies in the Warp that they knew every inch of their skin and texture like lovers.

In the battle with demons, they were adept at it. Their movements were like perfect machines, slaughtering each enemy methodically, as skillfully as an old butcher dissecting a cattle.

In less than thirty seconds, the demon's roar gradually subsided, and Doom walked forward with some difficulty - because the sticky and black demon blood on the ground had almost covered his steel boots.

There was also a lot of flesh and bone debris hanging on the teeth of the Doom Slayer's Chainsword, and the surface of the blade was covered with the floating oil of flesh and blood.

The smell in this passage was now extremely stinky, a mixture of blood, the stench of demons, and many other strange smells that were difficult to define.

Without the protection of the power armor's air circulation system, the Doom Slayer's nose and even their spirit would be greatly traumatized by the stench.

Fighting enemies in the warp is bound to be a hard job, but it is still nothing compared to the torture on the assembly line.

Even after a series of endless battles, the Doom Soldier are still full of energy and eager to fight.

As long as they can temporarily get away from the work on the assembly line, Duke's descendants will feel like they are resting no matter what they do.

The information from Grand Master Azrael was displayed on Doom's helmet display.

The Dark Angels possess extremely high invasion combat skills. While the Doom Slayer was clearing out the demons, they had already figured out the surrounding terrain.

A map of a maze appeared before Doom's eyes, and the overall picture of the maze continued to change as the Dark Angel continued to explore the entire building.

Just then, more enemies emerged, and the Slayer finally twisted the knob of the double-barreled shotgun and opened the Argent energy backpack.

Red flames spread on the barrel of the gun. This was Duker's power, representing the ultimate destruction. The light of the flames provided a lot of light in the thick darkness.

In this narrow corridor, Doom's tall stature meant that he didn't have enough space to swing his chainsword.

So he pulled the trigger, and the double-barreled shotgun spewed out flames. He felt the bullets sprayed out in a fan-shaped pattern, tearing through the demon's armor and body easily like a metal storm.

The noise rose again one after another, echoing violently in the narrow and long environment.

There were wails, shouts, and the sound of repeated shots from a double-barreled shotgun.

They roared forward, like heroes making a grand entrance on stage.

Even the Dark Angels in the distance heard the sound of the Doom Slayers violently clearing a path and approaching the core area of ​​the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Dark Angels could hear clearly the sound of bones breaking, the scraping of rough armor in action, the roar of the power engine, and the sound of steel boots trampling the ground.

The red flames burned more and more fiercely, and the miserable howlings of the demons seemed to become fuel for the burning flames. The environment here began to become hotter and hotter, and those crazy enemies seemed to feel fear at this time.

A Slaanesh demon with bisexual characteristics, whose identity was difficult to tell whether it was male or female, suddenly jumped out from a dark corner and, like a seasoned assassin, attacked Doom.

The Slaanesh Daemon held a dagger burning with blue-purple flames in his hand. Doom stepped back to avoid it, and the dagger slashed along his neck guard, leaving shallow scratches on the surface of the armor.

Facing the sudden attack of the demon, Doom did not use any weapons, but just punched it directly.

The body of the Slayer is their most powerful weapon. The Great Daemon of Slaanesh was hit heavily against the wall, and the sound of his spine breaking was heard.

In this small environment, the Great Demon and Doom had almost no room to dodge. They beat each other, and dull sounds continued to be heard until huge dents were made on the wall that was a fusion of metal and flesh.

When Doom stopped attacking, he could truly feel that there was an unnatural gaze in the broken body of the great demon, a gaze from another dimension.

"Be careful," Doom warned through the communicator. "The dark presence is watching us."

Doom increased his speed and headed straight for the location marked on the map.

When the Slayers arrived at the target location, Doom saw the Dark Angels also coming out from various exits around.

They approached the nave of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Doom saw that the light in this room displayed bizarre colors. The chaos here was so dense that it was almost equivalent to a small subspace.

Six braziers, seven bottles of poison, eight skulls, and nine crystals.

On an altar made of steel with intricate structures, strange symbols flickered in the firelight. This hall was only 500 square meters.

And every inch of the floor was filled with depraved humans with lifeless eyes and standing there like wooden chickens.

They were only slightly corrupted by Chaos, wearing tattered old uniforms or work clothes, but their appearance and will still more or less retained human characteristics.

They wandered aimlessly like sleepwalkers, tall and thin, as if they were not bound by gravity.

When Doom stepped into the room, a thousand pairs of corrupted eyes turned to him at the same time, staring at him motionlessly.

The faces, muscles, and bones of these corrupted beings began to twist in unison, eventually revealing bird-like features, wide eyes, protruding jaws, and spiky, hard hair.

The blasphemous power of chaos surrounded and vibrated around them.

A fantastic mist filled the room, and in the thick fog there seemed to be morbid thunder and weak flames interwoven. In the thick blasphemous power of the Warp, the skin inside the Space Marines' armor felt a tingling pain.

The Slayer tightened his grip on his weapon.

Finally, they began to face opponents who could truly threaten them.

Time and space gradually became disordered at this moment. In the bizarre subspace phantom, several slender figures emerged in the fog and slowly approached them.

He wore a feather crown on his head, a totem on his body was surrounded by sick thunder, and he held a barbed blade in his hand.

Their long limbs seemed distorted in the kaleidoscopic light.

The moment they appeared, the Dark Angel pulled the trigger, and the bullets from the grenade launcher poured down like a rain of bullets, forcing the slender figures to disperse.

Doom and his brothers used the firepower network organized by the Dark Angels as cover to launch a close-range raid.

The Dark Angels are highly skilled in the use of weapons, and Doom has great confidence in them in combat, confident that their firepower will not cause accidental casualties to the Slayer.

Facing a strong enemy, Doom once again felt the unique excitement of the battle. Just like their father, the Doom Slayer always has extraordinary passion for evenly matched battles.

Bombs whizzed past Doom, knocking down Corrupted who tried to approach the Slayer from the side.

The First Legion and the Second Legion cooperated perfectly and closely, yet all of this was done unintentionally, as if it were an improvisation.

Doom's chainsword swung freely, and he slashed forward with a buzzing sound, easily chopping off half of a Corrupted's head, then deflected the blade and slashed the teeth across the throat of another Corrupted.

When a wizard wearing a feather crown came into Doom's attack range, he felt a tingling sensation on his skin.

In a strong sense of crisis, the wizard began to imitate Doom's movements in a funny way. When their weapons collided, a large pool of plasma mixed with psychic energy was thrown out.

The mysterious ritual in the room greatly enhanced the wizard's speed and strength. In a few short moments, even Doom was in a stalemate with it.

Their weapons collided with each other, looking for an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to each other.

The wizard stabbed Doom with the tip of his feather staff. The brief burst of psychic energy even caused a small explosion in real space, and the floor beneath Doom's feet even dented in the impact.

Doom's powerful body withstood the blow that could have torn a mortal into pieces. He adjusted his body posture to offset the impact of the psychic shock.

When he felt the iron boots gripping the ground again, the wizard used psychic spells again and rushed towards him at an accelerated speed.

He drew the rapier from his waist and stabbed it into Doom's chest.

Doom stepped back slightly, shifting his weight slightly, and the thrust of his rapier missed its mark.

The Doom Slayer exerted his strength at this moment, swinging his chainsaw sword at an extremely tricky angle, cutting into the wizard's bony chest.

A big hole was torn in the wizard's body, and the inside of his body seemed hollow. It was hard to imagine what supported his movements.

The wizard uttered a mournful bird-like cry, which was brief and lasted only until Doom dealt him the fatal blow.

As the serrated blade of Doom's Chainsword chopped towards the wizard's head from bottom to top, the wizard let out a short and extremely miserable scream, and then there was no movement.

Doom began to move again, crushing the remains of the wizard and feeling a huge amount of pure energy entering his body. He was a little surprised that the nourishment given to him by this wizard was even more than that of the demon Slaanesh.

This energy makes the Slayer even stronger.

Doom begins searching for his next powerful enemy.

The five tactical squads of the Dark Angels advanced steadily among the countless fanatics. Commander Azrael fought all the way to Doom's position.

At the same time, the Doom Slayers found their way deeper into the Spirit of Vengeance and hunted their enemies freely.

The shrill screams came one after another, continuously.

They were one step closer to Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos.

On his way to deeper depths, Doom encountered another obstacle.

This time, it was the spawn of Nurgle, the foul Great Unclean One.

It is hard to imagine how much corruption it takes to make the blasphemous thing in front of us so fat.

Its limbs are fat and cracked with putrid sores, its face reflects a variety of colors that change as it moves, and it is surrounded by a halo of plague that appears and disappears like a sickly corona.

The power of decay caused its body to swell extremely. In terms of height, it was even more than twice as tall as the Primaris Space Marines. Its strong muscles and disgusting fat were piled up, and its whole body reflected the power of the Warp.

Without any hesitation, Doom charged towards the Great Unclean One, killing hundreds of demons in the process.

The Great Unclean One also saw the Doom Slayer, with unparalleled malice in his eyes. He then took out a plague-covered rotary autocannon from his abdomen and fired at Doom.

Dense barrages of bullets poured down on the Slayer. Doom kept dodging his opponent's shots. The Great Unclean One's poor aim made dodging very easy.

The bullets that could not be avoided only left slight scratches on the power armor after breaking through the isolation of the mental force field.

Doom continued to pounce on it, but the Great Unclean One dodged at a rapid speed, much faster than its rotting muscles looked. In fact, to a certain extent, its speed was comparable to the Doom Slayer's charge.

As Doom pursued, the Great Unclean One threw aside his cannon and took out a club cursed with the triple corruption.

The weapon of disaster was held in the hands of the humanoids, and its attack was powerful, but in Doom's eyes, it was very crude. Without exquisite martial arts, even the strongest brute force would lose its power.

He dodged the attack of the Great Unclean One by leaning sideways and rushed to its side quickly.

"Son of Durkel!" The Great Unclean One roared, its voice like a mouthful of old phlegm, mixed with hatred and great fear.
"One day, we will repay you for the pain you brought to our loving Father!"

To this day, the Sons of Nurgle are still resentful of the Second Legion's forced entry into the garden.

No one would doubt their determination for revenge, but the Second Legion would not sit idly by.

"Your loving father is just a loser." Doom sneered mercilessly.
"My father took the goddess of life away from him. He was roaring helplessly like you are now. The goddess that your master wanted but could not get is now firmly in my father's palm."

Doom unscrupulously revealed the secrets that had happened in the Kingdom of God, and at the same time, he also revealed the scars that the descendants of Nurgle did not want to recall.

The Great Unclean One immediately let out a scream filled with anger, and Doom felt an astonishing psychic force coming towards him, forcing him to retreat temporarily. His feet slid on the floor for a distance before he stabilized his posture.

The Great Unclean One was still howling. The great demon was furious at the humiliation suffered by his father, and violent warp energy was vibrating within the open space.

It is not easy to remain standing in this psychic storm. Many demons around have been exiled back to the subspace by the vibrating energy, twisting and rolling.

At this moment, Azrael, Grand Master of the Dark Angels, leaped down from the ceiling on the left, his bolter roaring as he fired bolts into the overflowing intestines of the Great Unclean One.

The Dark Angel King's shot caused the Great Unclean One to become briefly stunned, and his psychic scream weakened.

Doom rushed in front of it again, and the Great Unclean One also waved the plague club in his hand.

At the same time, there were loud gunshots inside the hall, the sounds of grenade launchers, and the whistling of bullets one after another. At least fifty grenade launchers were pointing their muzzles at the Great Unclean One at the same time.

The Great Unclean One's psychic energy grew weaker and weaker, he was injured by the shooting of the Dark Angels, and his huge size left him with nowhere to escape.

Doom also dodged the attack of the Great Unclean One at this time. He lowered his center of gravity, turned his waist with his left leg as a fulcrum, and the chainsaw sword slashed through its body at high speed and swiftly.

The attack was so powerful that it created a horrific gash in the Great Unclean One's chest, and foul-smelling blood gushed out.

The Great Unclean One stumbled back, his attack losing its order and his psychic energy almost extinguished.

Doom took this opportunity to chase him relentlessly, and energy began to dissipate uncontrollably. The floor cracked everywhere, and the pipes inside the Spirit of Vengeance broke due to compression, and high-pressure steam sprayed everywhere.

The screams of the Great Unclean Ones continued to echo in the hall.

Even in its shattered state, the Great Unclean One still stared at Doom with incredible hatred, blood oozing from the corners of its mouth.

"You can't defeat the Father!" It gnashed its teeth and said, "You will only make Him greater, do you understand? Greater!"

Doom spun his chainsword around, pointing the sharp, serrated edge at it.

"Even greater? Unfortunately, you are destined not to see it."

"But one day," said the Slayer, "I will once again step into the Plague God's heavenly kingdom, and I will bear witness to it for you. Do not thank me, for mercy is one of the many virtues of the Second Legion."

Hatred, anger, and uncontrollable fear welled up in the eyes of the Great Unclean One.

Doom brought the final execution upon him, and he could never return to his father's garden.

After the battle, Doom and Azriel gathered their warriors. Although the Dark Angels and Doom Soldier were both elite troops of the Empire, they still had to check their status after such a long battle.

The corruption of chaos is pervasive and must be guarded against.

While they were checking.

Suddenly, a new smell floated in the air, familiar yet unfamiliar, like burning ashes mixed with incense, and it seemed to carry a shadow of horror.

When the smell dissipated, an entire Black Legion of fallen warriors walked out of the flames.

Then a huge plunderer holding a broad-bladed giant sword walked out from the group of warriors.

"Hello, two commanders." A cold voice was heard, and the Dark Warmaster Abaddon pointed the magic sword in his hand at Doom and Azrael.

(End of this chapter)