Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 534 Beat Abaddon into an Abaddon
Standing before Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, was Sidney, the long-lost Slaanesh assassin.

"Long time no see, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon."

"You dare show your face before me! You lackey of the false emperor, I will personally sever your head." Abaddon sneered, his massive power claws opening wide, and the Death Sword Drakanien gleamed with a cold light.

Previously, I didn't know the other party's identity and only thought that the other party was a new kind of great demon created by Slaanesh. But after witnessing the Emperor Avatar and the Empire completely revealing the creation method of the Emperor Avatar!
Abaddon had already guessed that the thing in front of him, possessing the power of Slaanesh, was something created by the Emperor and Slaanesh.

So he's just a lackey of the false emperor. It's all a conspiracy by the false emperor. That damned old bastard will definitely die by my hand!

Abaddon didn't argue, and Sidnisk, in a fit of anger, brandished his demonic sword, Drakanien, and slashed directly at him.

Sidnis shook his head helplessly and drew his purple runic magic sword to block Abaddon's attack.

The two sides appear to be evenly matched!

“Abaddon, I didn’t come here to fight you.”

"Shut up, you traitorous lackey. All I want now is to cut off your head and use it to make wine." Abaddon sneered, his massive power claws reaching directly for the Slaanesh assassin's body.

A series of sizzling metallic scraping sounds rang out, and the indestructible power claws, personally crafted for Abaddon by the lesser god of chaos, Vashtor, were actually blocked by the armor worn by the Slaanesh assassin!

“Your weapon is indeed very powerful. This power claw can tear apart almost all metal in the real universe, but this one on mine is an exception,” Sidnis said with a cold snort.

At the same time, a burst of purple light erupted from his body, and chaotic energy poured out, emitting a strong shockwave that sent Abaddon flying.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful! Good! It'll make killing you more meaningful." Abaddon gripped the demon sword Drakanien tightly, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"I'll say it again, I'm not here to fight you. If you insist on fighting, then I'll turn around and leave right now."

"You can't stop me, you know that very well, just like I was able to enter your base without a sound," said Sidney, the Slaanesh assassin.

Abaddon, Abaddon! Master was right, you really are an idiot! An invincible idiot!
However, Abaddon showed no intention of communicating and charged forward with a roar, looking as if he wanted to kill Sidney.

Seeing this, Sidnis sighed, flicked his purple magic sword, and said, "Since you want to fight, then I'll play along. You've asked for this."

As a special killer monster that has been enhanced to the highest level, and which has also absorbed a portion of Slaanesh's divine power, his strength ranks among the top in his master's team.

He's second only to those few guys; none of the Emperor incarnations are his match!
Abaddon's death sword, Drakanien, imbued with chaotic fel energy, slashed a dark crack, as if to tear apart reality. Laughing wildly, he swung the sword down, the figure of the Slaanesh assassin reflected in his crimson visor—this strike was meant to cleave Sidnis in two!
However, Sidnis simply turned slightly to the side and dodged the attack. Then, with a casual flick of his purple runic magic sword, the blade struck the weak point of the Death Magic Sword precisely.

Abaddon's full-force attack was deflected, and before he could adjust his stance, Sidney's figure was already close like a ghost, delivering a heavy knee strike to his breastplate.

Ah-ba-dan, Ah-ba-dan, my speed is beyond your comprehension!

"boom--!"

Abaddon's massive Terminator armor emitted a strained metallic wail as he staggered back several steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Before he could even regain his footing, Sidnis's purple rune sword pierced through like a venomous snake, so fast that it almost became a purple afterimage.

“Ding! Ding! Ding——!”

Abaddon hastily parried, and the Death Sword clashed fiercely with the purple rune sword, sparks flying everywhere.

To be honest, Abaddon's weapon was better; the power of the cursed sword was not to be underestimated. But in terms of raw strength, even after being strengthened by Vastor multiple times, he still couldn't defeat the Slaanesh assassin.

With each exchange, he felt a sharp pain in his arm—Sidnis's strength far exceeded his expectations, and each sword strike made his hand go numb.

The opponent's Slaanesh power was also something he couldn't handle.

He used to be the chosen one of the four gods, but now only three gods are willing to leave their power in him. Slaanesh has taken his power back without anyone knowing when.

The choice of the four gods is fundamentally different from the choice of the three gods. Even after being strengthened by Vashtor, Abaddon's strength has decreased.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Abaddon was beaten so badly that he could only defend himself, and was even kicked to the ground by a sweeping leg.

"Is that all you've got? Get up from the ground and let me see the might of the Chaos Warmaster." Sidnis's voice was mocking. Suddenly, he spun around, his sword drawing a perfect arc, aiming straight for Abaddon's neck.

Abaddon roared and raised his power claws to defend, but Sidnis's sword suddenly changed direction, the blade strangely bypassing his defense and slamming into his shoulder armor.

Chaos Warmaster grunted as the shoulder guards of the Terminator armor were cleaved open, blood seeping from the cracks.

"Damn it—! How could this happen?" Abaddon roared in fury, his power claws snapping open as he tried to grab Sidnis's head. But Sidnis was faster, his figure flashing backward like a phantom, while simultaneously thrusting his sword at Abaddon's wrist.

"laugh!"

The sword pierced through the joint gaps of the power claw, and Abaddon's attack instantly collapsed. He watched in disbelief as his weapon was rendered useless, while Sidney closed in and swept a whip kick across his knee.

"Crack!"

The joints of the Terminator armor twisted and deformed under the immense impact, and Abaddon knelt on one knee, barely managing to stabilize himself only after the Death Sword was plunged into the ground.

He looked up angrily, only to see Sidney's sword tip already pressed against his throat, the cold blade close to his artery.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?" Sidnis looked down at him, his purple eyes full of mockery. "Or do you need to get beaten up again before you learn manners?"

Abaddon gritted his teeth, but reality was staring him in the face—he had lost, and lost decisively.

That damned Slaanesh assassin is terrifyingly powerful!
You've received so many enhancements, yet you're still no match for your opponent?

Moreover, the commotion he made fighting with this Slaanesh assassin should have been noticed by the Chaos Space Marines outside.

He even had several chaotic and undifferentiated great demons and demon princes under his command, but none of them rushed in to rescue him.

"Are you wondering why no one came to rescue you?" Sidney asked with a playful expression.

"You lackey of the false emperor, what tricks did you play? What despicable methods did you use?" Abaddon asked.

Sidnis didn't speak, but looked towards a certain spot in the room. A golden light flashed, and a blood-gold armored giant over fifty meters tall appeared in front of Abaddon.

"Nice to meet you, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon. My name is Tartarus, an Absolut, the ultimate life form Tartarus." Tartarus introduced himself.

“My name is Abaddon, remember that, I’m not called Abaddon,” Abaddon said, his face looking rather grim.

He tried to get up, but Sidnis's purple magic sword was pressed against his throat, and the other man's arm was also pressing down on his body, leaving him no way to resist.

"A name is just a label, it's completely unimportant. I like to call you Abba Dan, it's the name your master gave you, you should feel honored," Tartarus said nonchalantly.

It was he who led the Slaanesh assassin into Abaddon's secret room and sealed off the surrounding space, ensuring that no sound from inside, whether from warp forces or anything else, would escape.

"What is your purpose?" Abaddon took a deep breath and asked.

Now he's like a man under someone else's roof, forced to bow his head! His life is in their hands, and he has no power to resist.

"You now have two choices, Abaddon. First, from this day forward, pledge allegiance to the Great Master and become his servant."

"This is your honor, and you will receive unparalleled rewards and honors, but only if you obey all of your master's orders," Tartarus said.

To ensure everything goes perfectly, Rhodes plans to eliminate Abaddon ahead of time, a plan that even the Emperor and Guilliman are unaware of.

"I will not submit to anyone, not even the Four Chaos Gods, none of them are worthy of my submission," Chaos Warmaster Abaddon declared loudly.

He was the proud Chaos Warmaster, the one who launched 13 Black Crusades, defeated the Empire countless times, and even killed the Sword Saint Sigismund.

“I already told you, there’s absolutely no way he’ll agree to this condition. Let’s just activate Plan B!” The Slaanesh assassin standing to the side shrugged and said.

"What a pity! You gave up your only chance, to become... Never mind, absolute destruction!"

Tartarus snorted and unleashed golden lightning from his palm. The powerful lightning instantly tore apart Abaddon's Terminator armor.

In an instant, this Chaos War General was severely injured.

Sidnis and Tartarus nodded to each other, and the golden portal opened once again. This time, the Dark Babar aliens emerged from it.

“This is your goal: to become like him. Now it will be your turn to complete your master’s task,” Tartarus said.

"Leave the rest to me! From today onwards, I am Abaddon."

(End of this chapter)