Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 210, 17, Doom: "The Warmaster of Chaos turns out to be a clown."

Warmaster of Chaos, Grand Despoiler, Lord of the Black Legion - these titles carrying the black terror are all insignificant crowns picked up by Abaddon on his way of conquest. In the galaxy, only a few beings are more notorious than Abaddon.

Since his rise to First Captain of the Luna Wolves, he has been renowned for his skill and ferocity in combat.

Now the undisputed master of the Traitor Legions, he has won the favor of Daemon Primarchs and Chaos Gods alike. He commands absolute authority, his deeds written in dark legend.

Abaddon walked out, a giant in brass armor looming in the darkness, with a transparent crystal ball suspended in front of him - thousands of omens of fate appeared in the crystal ball, and every time, he would win the battle.

Fate has already ordained his victory, and now he just has to reap the rich fruits of victory.

"Come with me, for the Primarch and the Emperor!" Azrael shouted first, then sprinted forward.

He and Doom rushed towards the Reaver, the Dark Angels and the Slayers, engaging the Black Legion's soldiers, clearing a path for their charge.

Abaddon faced their charge, rage and bloodlust etched on his face.

He glanced at the crystal ball beside him, then showed a malicious smile, took a few steps back, and his giant figure disappeared in the shadow of the Spirit of Vengeance.

He was as cunning as a wolf. He took the initiative to avoid the attacks of the two commanders and waited in the darkness for an opportunity to deal them a fatal blow.

Abaddon did not underestimate the two commanders because they had just experienced a long battle.

The great plunderer moved swiftly through the maze-like corridors.

He has been with this Spirit of Vengeance for ten thousand years and is so familiar with everything here. At this moment, he turns this advantage into a weapon to win the battle.

But what he didn't expect was that there was someone who also figured out the complex terrain here in a very short time.

While running, Abaddon suddenly saw the warning in the crystal ball and stopped without warning.

At this moment, Azris suddenly pounced out from the blind spot of his vision.

This was a sure-win blow, but it was hindered by the existence of darkness. Abaddon stopped and the dagger of the King of the Dark Angels stabbed him, only a few inches away from his neck.

But these few inches of distance have now become the gap between life and death.

Abaddon looked at the sharp blade passing by his eyes, a bloody grin like a shark appeared on his face.

The Claw of Horus, a weapon so evil that it was feared by the entire galaxy, was wielded at this moment, striking fiercely and hitting Azrael in the chest.

As the Dark Angel Lord's heavy armor clashed with the Claws of Horus, some secret equipment that Azrael had never revealed to the public burst into a dazzling light.

If this scene was seen by the Inquisitor of the Empire, he would surely have doubts in his heart, even if he was the Grand Master of the Dark Angels - because many of these secret props came from aliens, or even heretics.

But at this moment, these blasphemous things saved Azrael. The claws of Horus bounced off his ancient heavy armor, and the unclean power from the Warp was still destroying his huge body.

But such erosion is not enough to shake the King of Dark Angels.

Azriel's body was hit by brute force and he retreated uncontrollably. At this moment, he displayed the extraordinary martial arts that a champion of the legion should have.

While retreating, he quickly found his balance and spun his body in a circle, which not only relieved the force on his body, but also counterattacked Abaddon.

The assassination sword in his hand was spun, and the light of the phase force field appeared on its blade.

This unpredictable attack, like a venomous snake, left Abaddon with no escape, and the power of the stabbing dagger exploded in Abaddon's abdomen.

The dagger of the phase field cut through the armor on Abaddon's abdomen as easily as cutting through cheese, and tendrils of pure darkness poured out from the cracks in the armor.

Countless battles in the past have proven that no matter how strong the armor is, it cannot stop the sharpness of phase weapons.

Azrael pursued the enemy with all his might, determined to execute the Chaos Warmaster himself.

But just as he rushed forward, the demon armor on Abaddon's body suddenly let out a terrible scream.

Azriel's mind was shocked by the scream. He froze in place and lost control of his body.

The next moment, he was knocked to the ground by the claw of Horus.

The sharp claws were tightly grasped by the Chaos Warmaster. This time, Azrael's heavy armor was torn apart, and bright red blood dripped along the surface of the armor and onto the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance.

As Azrael's body fell to the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, he saw the demon sword being pulled out.

The magic sword Drachanian trembled with excitement. Now, it was its turn to take away the soul of this noble hero.

Time slowed to a crawl at this moment, and the reins of victory were firmly in Abaddon's hands.

So great was the unholy might of the Chaos Warmaster that the very deck beneath his feet was black with decay, and he raised his ancient daemon sword, and as he struck the fatal blow, he unleashed a foul curse upon the Lord of the Dark Angels.

"It's a pretty good victory." The Dark Warmaster sneered, "Killing you gives me a pretty good feeling. Well, of course, it's just good."

"Heretic, it is too early to announce your victory now." Azriel fell in a pool of blood. The injury to his lungs made his voice muffled.

He saw Abaddon raising his sword towards him.

Drachanion howled with excitement, eager to drink the blood of a hero.

The nobility and unwillingness in the hero's soul always make it feel happy, and all of these will be transformed into nutrients to nourish it.

Just as the magic sword stabbed down, the wall on the side suddenly shattered with a loud bang.

Red flames surged out from the gap in the wall, and Doom's mind sword popped out from the flames, blocking the magic sword that was stabbing at Azrael.

"Demon, the time of your destruction has come."

A heavy and powerful voice was heard in the light of the flames, and a warrior with black and dark green armor stepped out from the fire.

Azriel, who had been lying on the ground for a short rest, stood up again at this moment.

"This is different from what fate has revealed!" Seeing the two legion commanders standing side by side in front of him, Abaddon looked at the floating crystal ball with resentful eyes.

Obviously, this transparent crystal ball did not foreshadow what was going to happen.

In Abaddon's eyes, Doom was a more threatening enemy than Azrael, even though the latter was younger.

Doom has always followed the Second Primarch and fought across the stars of the galaxy. During that time, the Doom Slayer showed his superhuman bravery. In his first battle, he crushed the Great Unclean One of Nurgle with his iron fist and killed countless enemies of the Empire.

After that, he followed the Primarch in his campaigns, repelling the Hive Leviathan, breaking into the homeworld of the Tau, and even setting foot on Nurgle's kingdom of heaven.

In recent years, Doom has been on behalf of the Lord of Destruction to suppress rebellion and assert his authority. His record of victory is outstanding, and his glorious deeds are known throughout the Empire. Even in the realm of Chaos, his reputation is spreading rapidly, and his heroic name is known to everyone. Even the demons of chaos and disorder will show unprecedented timidity and fear when facing him.

A hero of great renown.

Although Abaddon was not afraid of such enemies, or rather, he never feared any enemies.

But when facing Doom, he still decided to be conservative and continue with his previous strategy.

He stepped back slowly, wanting to use the same trick again to withdraw from the battle, engage in guerrilla warfare with Doom, and look for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

This time, Azriel, who was seriously injured, would no longer have the strength to pester him like an annoying hawk.

Even though he was dissatisfied with the crystal ball at this moment, he still didn't think victory would be far away from him.

Savoring the anticipation before victory, his smile brightened once again.

But at this moment, something he had not expected happened again. The Demon Sword Drachanian, the greedy ally who had fought alongside him, suddenly made a hissing sound and kept approaching Azrael's wound.

The insatiable desire of this demonic sword for the soul of the Lord of the Dark Angels pulled Abaddon little by little towards the two legion commanders.

Abaddon: “.”

Doom: "."

Azrael: “.”

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

"You taught me to laugh." Doom was the first to break the silence. He said this, but there was no trace of laughter in his deep and solemn tone.

"They chose you to be the Warmaster, perhaps because the Warp of Twisted Sorrow needs a clown as well?"

Abaddon coughed, then fell silent.

But Doom's psychic power could sense the Chaos Warmaster's surging hatred and rage, which was truly... pleasing.

Doom's contempt made the already angry Abaddon even more furious.

He struggled to control the magic sword. This was not the first time. Similar things had happened in previous wars, but he never expected that this powerful weapon would get out of control again at such a critical moment.

He raised the Claw of Horus, and the built-in kinetic weapon roared and fired at Doom.

Doom did not dodge or evade. A visible force field halo emerged and blocked the attack.

The flames of the explosion covered the shield but failed to break through it at all.

“That’s it?” Doom said disdainfully. “Your masters have given you this much power? How disappointing!”

"I am not a servant, I just use their power!" Abaddon's face twisted in anger.

"That's right." Doom changed the subject. "But I heard that the last person who said that was Horus? What happened to him in the end?"

"You are looking for death!" Abaddon was furious. This touched the part he was most unwilling to face, and the air beside him whistled.

In a rage, he regained control of the magic sword again. Countless ferocious tentacles extended from the blade. The Claw of Horus was also fully charged at this moment, making a crackling sound.

Abaddon was furious and unleashed his most powerful and evil blow yet.

The magic sword split Doom's force field shield and continued to split towards the Doom Slayer's body.

But Abaddon was not pleased by this.

When the force field was broken, the annoying flames that had been blocking his vision dissipated before his eyes. He saw the black muzzle of Doom's double-barreled shotgun facing him.

"DooM!" The voice of the Doom Slayer sounded in his ears, and the indicator light of the mental sensor on the surface of the Argent energy backpack lit up.

Then, from the double-barreled gun muzzle, which was larger than a mortal's head, a column of red flames spewed out.

Abaddon was shocked. Doom's whisper at this moment was like the judgment before the coming of destruction. He could even imagine the expression behind the Doom Slayer's helmet at this moment.

An extreme sense of crisis continued to emerge, and he wanted to draw back the magic sword to bear this horrible blow instead of him, but it was too late.

The battle between the Doom Champion and the Chaos Warmaster was decided in a split second.

The red flames, carrying countless explosive arrows, covered Abaddon's entire body in an instant, not only tearing his demon heavy armor, but also leaving him with torn skin, flesh, and broken bones.

His head felt dizzy for a short time, and his body was blown away by the powerful kinetic energy.

It wasn't until he fell heavily onto the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance that he regained consciousness.

"Ugh!——" The Chaos Warmaster vomited blood, with minced meat mixed in the black blood.

He tried to stand up again unwillingly, but was stepped on the head by Doom.

This heavy kick pressed the dark warlord's face tightly against the blood-stained floor.

"Is that all?" Abaddon heard Doom ask him seriously.

Doom continued, "Such quality can only be rated as excellent in the factory."

Abaddon could not understand what this quality represented, but that did not stop him from feeling extremely humiliated.

He roared furiously, but the Slayer's giant iron feet were like an unshakable mountain, suppressing him tightly.

"No one can defeat me, Doom, and neither can you!" Abaddon's voice was filled with hatred.

"Shut up, you bastard," said the Slayer. "You disappoint me."

But at this moment, the entire Soul of Vengeance suddenly trembled violently.

In a place that neither Doom nor Azrael could see, on the twisted steel altar in the central hall of the battleship, six braziers, seven bottles of poison, and eight skulls exploded into twisted and profane energy almost at the same time.

Purple, red, and green, three boundless shadows stretched out, and time froze at this moment.

Abaddon was extremely afraid of the power of Chaos.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how his father Horus, under the whispers of the gods, had been transformed from a powerful and perfect commander into a weak fool.

He always kept this lesson in mind and knew that chaos could not be trusted.

When the Dark Gods granted him great power, he did not use it, but sealed it on the altar of the Spirit of Vengeance.

He offered mortals as sacrifices so that the power of the gods could be preserved there peacefully.

Abaddon once believed that he would never use this power.

But now, he smashed three altars in a row just to defeat Doom in front of him.

Blood, purple, and green, three-color halos lit up all over his body, and an extremely powerful force grew in his body.

The body that was smashed by the double-barreled shotgun was now filled with abscesses and decay.

An extremely powerful unclean energy erupted and surged with Abaddon as the center. The air was squeezed into a solid under this force, eventually forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

Doom lost his balance in the shock wave and staggered back several steps.

Abaddon stood up again, the giant even taller and more inhuman.

The whispers of the gods echoed in this narrow passage, and Abaddon felt an incomparable wonderful feeling at this moment.

"I have only just experienced this great power at this moment." Abaddon thought silently that this wonderful experience was enough to crush all the wonderful senses he had ever experienced.

He felt that he was omnipotent. With just a slight force on his fingers, the magic sword would wail in his hand.

The blade succumbed to the will of the Warmaster, and there was an extremely morbid cruelty in his eyes when he looked at the Slayer.

"Let's begin our second round." He looked down at the warriors in front of him and said, "I will knock you down and tear you apart. After that, I will kill all your people, set the galaxy on fire, and burn the stars. Until I dedicate everything to the gods."

(End of this chapter)