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Chapter 211, 18, Dukel: "The real war has just begun."

The shadows of the gods descended, endless negative energy from the warp poured out, the space in the material realm trembled under the heavy burden, and touches of the supreme power entangled the entire Spirit of Vengeance, like death thunders from hell.

The violent power of ether surged out from the bizarre subspace, and the waves of the spiritual realm hit the barrier of the real universe. Space and time were both stirred up and could not rest.

The endless primordial power formed an unstoppable storm, stirring up in a way that no living being or spirit could fathom.

The moment when Abaddon chose to accept the blessing of the gods.

Astropaths throughout the star field were wailing.

The power of the dark power is too strong. Even just the aftermath is far beyond what humans can accept.

In order to avoid the corruption of unclean energy, the Empire's astropaths fled into the void.

The countless visions they had seen, the thousand and one premonitions of their madness, all pointed to the same terrible scene.

The Chaos Warmaster finally accepted the crown bestowed upon him by the gods, and an unprecedented disaster was about to sweep across the entire universe.

And on the Vengeful Spirit, Doom became Abaddon's last obstacle.

He firmly believed that as long as he killed the warrior in front of him, he would be able to hold the entire galaxy in his hands.

"Die by my sword."

Red, purple, and green, three-color phantoms enveloped him. Abaddon swung the magic sword and said, "You will become one of the billions of losers under my sword!"

The magic sword hissed and screamed, spewing out evil light like a poisonous snake. The power was too strong, causing the sword body of Drachanian to crack into vertical pupils like a cold-blooded animal.

Blood flowed down the brass armor, abscesses burst and exploded into green poisonous mist, and purple tentacles licked the wounds. Beneath all these appearances, Abaddon's power was growing stronger.

He swung his sword at the Slayer, using all his strength.

The power of the gods was integrated into it. This sword blocked space and time. It was a sure hit and could not be stopped.

The arrogant Warmaster disdains victory in this battle by any means other than raw violence.

He wants to win this battle fairly.

The Doom Slayer also did not dodge. Red flames ignited on his weapon, and he greeted the Chaos Warmaster's demonic sword with a bloody and courageous heart.

As the son of Dukel, he also disdains any method other than direct confrontation.

Azrael, who was seriously injured by the Claw of Horus, witnessed the duel between the two warriors. A strong sense of shock rose uncontrollably in the heart of the King of the Dark Angels.

All his senses were drawn to the cruel magic sword and the sword burning with fire, and the flames and black air waves raised by the confrontation threw him into complete confusion.

At the same time, a blood-like brilliance bloomed on Abaddon's blade, and before the King of Dark Angels could come to his senses, he was knocked to the ground by the thunder-like sound waves produced by the collision of weapons.

And this was just the aftermath of the fight between the two fighters.

In the years that Azrael was a son of the Lion and dedicated himself to the Empire, he had long been accustomed to bloodshed and killing, and few things could move him.

However, the power displayed in the duel between the Chaos Warmaster and the Doom Slayer aboard the Vengeful Spirit overturned everything he knew.

He stared blankly at the confrontation between the two powerful warriors. The horror and shock made him forget the pain in his body.

On the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, the power of the two warriors seemed inexhaustible. The huge amount of energy that overflowed catalyzed two bright stars, radiating tremendous power.

The red flame on Doom's sword swirled into a storm of blaze, the dazzling light eclipsed everything else, his entire body was also covered in flames, his eyes were pure white, and a misty spiritual fog emanated from his helmet. The magnetic field of life was pushed to the extreme, and every move seemed to carry the thunder of the rotating magnetic field.

Abaddon was shrouded in the shadows of the gods, with blood-like lines flowing on his brass armor. His body became increasingly large and bloated, with dozens of tentacles entwined around him, plowing furrows in the Doom Slayer's attack.

The aftermath of the battle between the two powerful warriors shattered the walls of the Spirit of Vengeance, and room after room collapsed and burned in the flames of destruction.

But then, a loud noise was heard on the battlefield that made Azriel uneasy.

The Great Plunderer swung the magic sword in his hand with all his strength, and Drachanian screamed madly and hit the burning sword.

The power of this attack was greater than that of thunder. The unclean energy that surged out mixed with a storm of fire, razing several corridors of the Spirit of Vengeance to the ground.

The King of Dark Angels struggled to stand up. He didn't even have time to shake off the rubble on his body, and hurriedly looked towards the battlefield.

The storm of fire subsided, and he saw that the sword of the Slayer of Doom had tiny signs of cracking.

Time is creeping so slowly at this moment.

So much so that he could clearly see that the crack on the sword was slowly expanding, and then -

"Crack!——"

This sword forged by the Second Legion was defeated by the magic sword Drachanian. It suddenly exploded at this moment, and millions of broken pieces of the sword shot out like millions of bright lightning.

The Doom Slayer quickly turned his head to dodge, but the tiny and sharp blades still cut his helmet into pieces.

Most of the helmet was broken, revealing half of Doom's marble-like face.

"Be careful!" Azriel shouted, warning the Doom Slayer.

Then he threw out all at once, including flash grenades, stun grenades, smoke bombs, and a series of other weapons that could interfere with the enemy's senses.

There was blinding light, violent tremors and thick smoke. In the smoke, he accurately found Doom.

"Abaddon accepted the power of the evil god, and his power expanded too much."

He said hurriedly to the Slayer, "We will retreat temporarily and leave the Spirit of Vengeance."

But even after hearing his words, the Doom Slayer still did not take any action.

Azrael heard Abaddon's footsteps in the smoke, and anxiety rose in his heart.

He reached out and grabbed the Slayer, trying to take Doom away from here by force.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was horrified to find that the Slayer's body was not moving at all, like a statue connected to the ground.

What's worse is that a huge shadow has enveloped both of them.

Abaddon's senses were not disturbed by those weapons at all, and he quickly appeared in front of the two commanders -

"None of you can leave." The Chaos Warmaster looked down at the two of them, his voice at ease.
"Your fate is already determined. You will all become sacrifices to celebrate my rebirth." He spread out his arms and dozens of twisted tentacles that danced wildly.

The Warmaster reveled in the joy before victory. At this moment, the feeling was so clear that it made him happy.

"Do you think you've won?" The Doom Slayer walked forward fearlessly, even though his weapon was broken.

"What else?" The Dark Warmaster grinned, "Warrior without a weapon, what else can you use to resist my blade?"

A warrior without weapons is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. In his eyes, the only way out for the Slayer is to surrender or perish. There is no other way out.

Unfortunately, he could not imagine that the Slayer's use of weapons was just a tool for them to enjoy the fun of fighting.

Just like people need wooden chopsticks or knives and forks when eating, they are just tools to make it easier to enjoy delicious food.

Does it mean that people cannot eat food without wooden chopsticks?
Maybe it will be easier.

"You are so eager to announce your victory that you only make people laugh." The warrior sneered, "As expected, the gods chose you because they needed a clown."

Doom did not feel the fear that Abaddon had expected. On the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit and his blood was boiling.

The courage and strength inherited from Dukel allowed him to enjoy great pleasure in battle.

In the galaxy, demons are almost always predators to any other race.

These dark beings in the subspace taste the fear of all living beings and swallow the souls of all spirits. The fear of mortals makes them linger on it, and the emotions contained in the souls become their powerful nourishment.

To them, the Milky Way is a giant dining hall, a fertile hunting ground filled with delicious food.

The arrogant demons never thought that there would be a creature that could stand at a higher level of the ecological niche and look down on them.

They would never have imagined that one day they would become food for creatures in the mortal world.

Therefore, when they face the Slayers, the demons who are always in a state of madness and confusion will feel fear from the depths of their souls. Because these warriors are the real predators and the natural enemies of a higher level.

Fear of natural enemies is natural, even for demons.

Doom could no longer remember how many demons he had eaten, just as a living creature would not count how many meals it had eaten.

With each demon he eats, he becomes stronger.

To this day, even he himself is not clear what kind of power he will unleash when he goes all out.

For him, hunting demons is like a tiger preying on a rabbit. There is no challenge at all.

But the moment the Sword of Mind was broken, the Chaos Warmaster in front of him completely aroused his interest.

At this moment, even Abaddon, who was blessed by the gods, felt a sudden chill in his heart.

The look in the Slayer's eyes after his helmet was shattered almost drove him crazy.

The look in his eyes was filled with cruelty and desire, the greed of a predator.

Doom casually threw the hilt of the Sword of Mind aside. He pulled off his broken helmet, revealing a face that looked somewhat similar to the Lord of Destruction.

He clenched his fists, and the powerful force at his fingertips caused the iron gloves to creak under the heavy weight.

When the power was fully charged, Doom's punch blasted forward like a cannonball.

This speed was faster than before, as if there were no restraints. Abaddon only felt his vision blurry for a moment, and then he felt unbearable pain in his chest.

The Slayer pressed forward, his fists unstoppable, Doom's fists shattering the air and leaving dents in the Chaos Warmaster's armor.

Doom's iron fist smashed into Abaddon's supernatural body again and again, and every loud bang of the punch was accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.

The Great Plunderer swung his magic sword hard to fight back, trying to break free from the Slayer's fatal blow, but he seemed to be unable to do so - because his arms holding the sword were smashed to pieces, and his arms hung limply at his sides.

The chaotic energy on the surface of the magic sword began to shrink, and the surface of the sword was constantly shaking.

"Boom!——"

With a loud noise, the deck under the feet of the two soldiers finally collapsed under the heavy weight.

The two warriors fell through the broken gap to the next level of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Azriel quickly ran to the gap to check the situation.

When the smoke cleared, the figures of the two soldiers reappeared.

Abaddon's right shoulder collapsed completely, the demon sword swung weakly in his hand, the heavy armor of the Great Plunderer was badly damaged, and the fluorescence of the runes of the gods dimmed.

The Doom Slayer's fists were burning with flames. Facing his broken opponent, there was no mercy or sympathy on his face. He just moved closer to Abaddon step by step.

But at this moment, the Chaos War Gang that came to support from the lower level opened fire.

The Fallen Warrior's bolter hit the Doom Slayer, and a series of explosions disrupted Doom's steps.

They pulled the trigger of the plasma rifle, and the azure beam hit Doom's armor, then bounced off the black and green heavy armor.

More Fallen Space Marines, like disturbed ants, rushed over from all directions. They fired crazily with all the firepower at hand, and rockets and bombs rained down on Doom.

Abaddon took advantage of the brief break to use blood to draw a magic circle with the symbol of "nine" on the deck.

On the twisted steel altar in the central hall, the last nine crystal creations suddenly exploded.

An unnatural Warp storm sweeps across Vengeful Spirit.

The strange laughter of the Lord of Destiny echoed in every consciousness.

The next second, the huge Spirit of Vengeance and all the Black Legion soldiers on it disappeared into the real universe.

The Slayers and Dark Angels lost their footing and floated in the cold and deep space.

The next moment, the symbol of the Imperial Beacon appeared on the armor of every soldier, and then they were taken back to their respective battleships.

Returning to the Wrath of Destruction, Doom let out an unwilling roar. The delicious food that was about to reach his mouth slipped away, making him feel a little angry.

Abaddon, who had just been arrogant and unilaterally declared victory, has now fled back to the warp in a panic.

But the Chaos Warmaster did not feel gloating about his escape.

Tzeentch's divine power is the power he is most reluctant to use.

He knew that the gift of fate must come at a price.

But in order to survive, he had to bear this price. He was not discouraged by the failure of the war.

He has been defeated many times, but each time he returns with terror.

He believed that this time would be no exception.

However, the gift from the Lord of Destiny still made him feel resentful.

He dragged his seriously injured body and staggered back to his own throne, wanting to think about the next dark expedition.

But at this moment, the whispers of the gods suddenly echoed in his ears, making him indulge in the wonderful experience of the original power.

Abaddon escaped.

His sudden departure was tantamount to abandoning all his colleagues in the Black Crusade.

The war in the Alert Galaxy is still going on, but the demons, having lost their commander, can no longer reverse the situation.

The Imperial fleet led by Calgar and Dante gradually advanced, and a large number of Chaos ships were destroyed, leaving only burning wreckage in space.

Light years away, in the Empire's headquarters.

Dukel and Guilliman, the two Primarchs, used virtual communication to keep an eye on the situation on the battlefield.

In this battle, the Military Affairs Department was able to respond so quickly and mobilize reinforcements from various corps. This was all thanks to the General Command.

Seeing the evacuation of the Spirit of Vengeance, humans have firmly occupied the space orbit of the Alert Planet and achieved a phased victory.

The bureaucrats at the headquarters couldn't help but cheer together.

"We won!" Even Guilliman couldn't help showing joy on his face. He said to Dukel,

"This is a complete victory for the virtual world system in actual combat!"

"Brother, I don't mean to spoil the fun." Dukel was also observing the battlefield. He said, "The war has just begun."

"But." Guilliman was puzzled, "Abaddon has already evacuated. The enemy can no longer reverse the situation."

"Abaddon is not important." Dukel shook his head slowly.

"Horus has returned, and Abaddon is destined to become the abandoned son of the gods." He adjusted the parameters in front of him and continued to speak to the Regent.

"Don't you think there are too many Chaos troops left on the ground battlefield of Vigilance?"

He pointed to the mark on the map. "The World Purifiers, the Death Guard, the Iron Warriors, and those sneaky Word Bearers. These are the targets that need to be watched, brother. There may be a bigger conspiracy behind them. My intuition tells me that our brothers who have not met for a long time will soon appear."

"You mean?" Guilliman looked shocked.

These legions are pointed at three Daemon Primarchs, each of whom has the power to destroy stars.

"And Leon and Sanguinius." Duker looked at another fluorescent screen, "I hope they can successfully find clues about Horus. Each of us misses this brother very much."

He turned his head to look at Guilliman, his high fighting spirit almost overflowing from his eyes, "Everything has been foreshadowed. The real war has not yet begun, right?"

Guilliman observed the parameters, the joy on his face gradually faded, his eyes became solemn, and he nodded slowly, agreeing with Dukel's judgment.

(End of this chapter)