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Chapter 149 Abaddon's Ascension to Demonhood? Godhood?

Miracles were occurring frequently within the palace, while the entire Terra orbital battlefield outside was undergoing a dramatic and sudden change in the situation.

This attack was not a decision made by Abaddon, the warlord of the Black Legion, but rather the will of the four Chaos Gods had arrived on the Terra battlefield, forcibly compelling and urging him to immediately lead his army to attack the Holy City.

The four Chaos gods personally issued a divine decree, granting Abaddon supreme authority comparable to Horus in the past, along with the blessing of Chaos, promising him the opportunity to overthrow Terra and ascend to the pinnacle.

A violent, pitch-black, and boundless chaotic power instantly enveloped the entire black legion fleet. The surging and roaring dark energy trembled across the entire orbital starry sky, and a suppressed aura of destruction shrouded the entire planet Terra.

On the void bridge, the chosen messenger under Tzeentchmor whispered seductively, his voice both feminine and cunning: "Honorable Warmaster Abaddon, now is the most critical moment in the overthrow of Terra. Whether the entire holy city of humanity will fall into the hands of Chaos depends entirely on your decision."

Abaddon's eyes flashed with rage, his voice sharp and filled with fear and frustration: "I don't want Terra now! I just want that damned demon hunter to stay as far away from me as possible!"

For a long time, he had been relentlessly hunted down by that demon hunter in the desolate and turbulent depths of the warp. That solitary figure, walking on fire, treading on raging psionic flames, walked on a path of soul clouds formed from countless fallen demons.

No matter how powerful or mysterious a being is, once it locks onto them, they all ultimately perish under its cold, sharp blade.

All glory, immortal authority, and the throne of chaos lost all meaning the moment the Demon Hunter appeared.

At that moment, Abaddon had no other thoughts but a single, obsessive and insane idea—to survive this endless hunt, no matter the cost.

Chaos tried to tempt him, but the hunter's mind was as firm as a rock. No temptation, power, or desire in the world could shake him in the slightest. From beginning to end, his hunt never stopped, and his only target was Abaddon!

Seeing Abaddon's fear, Tzeentch's chosen one chuckled enticingly, "Warlord, the reason you are repeatedly chased and forced to flee by that hunter is because you have never wielded the power of the four gods, just like Horus."

Abaddon stared intently at the Chosen One, and sensing Abaddon's displeasure, the Chosen One chuckled softly.

"No, or rather, even more perfect. Only by gathering the complete blessings of all the Chaos Gods can one transcend the current constraints of Chaos combat power and ascend to an unprecedented supreme realm."

"When the complete power of chaos is integrated into your body, your authority, physical body, and spiritual energy will be completely elevated beyond expectations. At that time, nothing in the world will be able to rival you. A mere demon hunter will no longer be worthy of your fear, and no one in the world will be able to hunt you down or suppress you."

Four gods simultaneously bestow blessings.

This cryptic persuasion pierced through Abaddon's last hesitation.

In order to completely break free from the nightmare that had haunted him for millennia and to completely crush the greatest fear in his heart, he decided to fully accept the ascension ceremony of the four gods and receive the supreme blessings of the four evil gods.

That mysterious demon hunter was Abaddon's deepest nightmare. No matter how many chaos demons or how many fierce soldiers of the Black Legion he commanded to block his path, he could not hold him back even a step.

The enemy's relentless pursuit never ceased, a deadly shadow he could never escape.

He longed to completely eliminate this major threat and sever the endless pursuit of the nightmare demon.

Tzeentch, the chosen one, bowed slightly and continued to persuade: "Great Warmaster Abaddon, the ascension ceremony prepared for you by the gods will take place on the land of Terra."

As this battle concludes, you will shed your mortal body, transcend your original form, and ascend to the position of a new god of chaos.

"When you wield divine power, all the heavens and chaos will bow down, and there will be no one or nothing in the world that can make you fearful. You will no longer be afraid of that demon hunter's pursuit."

The chosen one raised his hand, pointing towards the smoke-filled surface of Terra below: "That entire holy city is the gift the gods bestowed upon you for your ascension to godhood."

Abaddon frowned, his sharp eyes fixed on the battlefield below, a strong sense of unease and dissatisfaction rising in his heart.

The gods are known for their cunning and stinginess, and never bestow favors without giving them. This time, they have gone so far as to use the rituals of the four gods and promise divine positions. The price they have paid and the gifts they have given are beyond reason.

The only possibility is that dazzling golden light.

Although Abaddon didn't know what it was, he was certain that the Chaos Gods were in a panic.

After a moment of silence, Abaddon's gaze darkened, and he murmured, "You guys are really willing to spend this much!"

The doubts quickly subsided, and extreme ambition completely overwhelmed the unease.

Abaddon no longer hesitated. His figure suddenly burst forth, his pitch-black Chaos Armor carrying a monstrous aura of ferocity, crashing down onto the surface of Terra like a world-destroying meteorite falling to earth!

Deep within the land of Terra, four colossal chaotic sacrificial rituals, hidden far and wide and spanning the entire battlefield, are slowly awakening and taking shape.

The pitch-black mist surged and billowed, and various evil auras soared into the sky. The four magic arrays belonged to the four gods of chaos: Slaanesh was seductive and bewitching, Khorne was bloodthirsty and violent, Naghu was corrupt and mysterious, and Nicholas was treacherous and unpredictable. Their auras were very different, but they all came from the same source of chaos. They lay dormant on the four sides of the battlefield, quietly waiting for their hosts to arrive.

The moment he landed with a thud, Abaddon's feet firmly planted on the scorched earth. Before he could even regain his balance, he stepped into the closest and most intensely radiant Slaanesh's beautiful sacrificial array.

The next second, an eerie pink and purple light swept across thousands of miles, and the decadent, mad and unrestrained power of Slaanesh exploded, overturning the battlefield on all sides.

Originating from countless illusory pleasures, extreme desires, perfect transformations, and sinister killings, the power of Slaanesh, like layers upon layers of vibrant colors, instantly broke through all constraints, flowing through his feet, meridians, and bones, completely filling his limbs and bones.

Abaddon shuddered violently. The fatigue, repression, humiliation of defeat, and fear of being hunted by demon hunters accumulated over millennia of war vanished under the scourge of his frenzied divine power.

His physical potential was fully awakened. Every inch of muscle, every wisp of spiritual energy, and every wisp of chaotic aura emanating from his armor were undergoing a frenzied transformation toward ultimate speed, ultimate perfection, and ultimate ferocity.

The enchanting light and mist swirling around him carried a bewitching and eerie magic, silently sweeping across the entire front lines of the empire.

This invisible evil energy of Salamansi dealt a devastating blow to the ordinary soldiers of the Empire, whose minds depended on faith and will.

The Star Guard, Royal Guard infantry, and devout monks, who had been forming a strict and unwavering defensive line for the Holy City, were instantly thrown into a widespread mental breakdown.

The minds of countless soldiers were filled with endless extravagant fantasies, distorted desires, and illusory bliss, and their firm fighting spirit, devout faith, and obsession with protecting their homes and cities were gradually eroded, torn apart, and dissolved.

Some people had blank stares and were limp all over, their tightly gripped guns falling limply, and no longer had the will to resist as the enemy approached.

Some people fell into extreme agitation and frenzy, breaking free of their formation, screaming and shouting, and tearing their flesh and blood in a state of chaotic pleasure;

Many soldiers completely lost their minds, turning on each other and slaughtering one another, turning the once orderly battle line into a chaotic and insane hell on earth.

Imperial officers at all levels roared holy prayers, raised battle flags, and reprimanded their soldiers, attempting to suppress evil spirits and stabilize the collapsing front with the Emperor's faith. However, even their own minds were shaking violently, and their spiritual barriers were being continuously eroded.

In just a few breaths, tens of thousands of imperial frontline defenders were completely rendered incapable of fighting, and the entire outer defensive line collapsed without a fight, turning into a river of blood.

Abaddon stood in the center of the chaotic battle, his figure elusive and fierce, his movements so fast that he left behind a trail of afterimages.

Blessed by Slaanesh, his explosive speed, close-range instant kill, and ability to spot weaknesses all surpass conventional limits.

With every gesture, he tore apart large numbers of fleeing soldiers, each advance leaving a trail of blood. He launched a merciless massacre against the crumbling imperial lines, causing a surge in casualties and leaving the battlefield outside the holy city in ruins.

Just when the empire's military strength was on the verge of complete collapse, a cold, uniform mechanical roar suddenly resounded throughout the world.

A massive army of humanoid robots rushed to the battlefield at full speed, forming an impenetrable steel torrent that surrounded and encircled the enemy.

The cold alloy body is devoid of thought, desire, and confusion; it lacks the emotions and mental weaknesses of flesh and blood beings, and is completely immune to Slaanesh's allure and spiritual corruption.

Centered around beta testers, thousands of robotic figures lock onto a single target, unleashing saturated firepower, restraint fields, and interlocking blade arrays in an instant. Layer upon layer of steel blockade tightly seals off all of Abaddon's paths of evasion, advance, and escape, initiating a full-scale encirclement and annihilation mode.

The cold, mechanical battle signals from AI-7 continued to echo across the battlefield:

[High-level chaotic mental interference source detected]

[Organic unit suffers mental breakdown, mechanical unit shows no abnormalities]

[Activate the top-tier encirclement protocol, lock down enemies across the entire area, and unleash full firepower]

A barrage of particle beams pierced through the smoke, countless mechanical blades clashed and clashed, and the extremely dense steel suppression forcefully trapped the exceptionally agile Abaddon in the center of the battlefield.

No matter how fast he was or how fierce his burst of speed was, his advantage was constantly negated and he was restricted step by step by the endless horde of robots.

The brief restriction and restraint instantly ignited the pent-up rage within Abaddon that had been building up for millennia.

Slaanesh's extreme speed and perfect burst of power were still not enough for him to completely crush all obstacles and break free from all constraints.

"Not enough—this power is far from sufficient!"

His eyes were completely stained crimson with murderous intent. Amidst the barrage of mechanical fire, Abaddon initiated the second level of the evil god ritual.

The earth trembled, and blood filled the sky!

The crimson sacrificial array of Khorne, which had been lying dormant on one side of the battlefield, suddenly roared and went berserk. Endless blood sea aura, ancient killing power, and the violent power of billions of dead souls poured into Abaddon's body like a flood bursting its banks.

The Khorne God's power, characterized by extreme bloodlust, ferocity, and an endless desire for slaughter, instantly merged and coexisted with the sinister power of Slaanesh within him.

Slaanesh granted him speed, explosive power, unpredictability, and the ability to see through weaknesses;

Khorne endowed him with brute strength, murderous intent, rage, and an indestructible battle body.

The powers of the two evil gods intertwined and swirled, with eerie glow and crimson flames surging and intertwining, creating an unprecedented body blessed by two gods.

Abaddon trembled violently. The shackles, bottlenecks, wounds, and exhaustion that had suppressed him for millennia were completely crushed and dissolved under the onslaught of the dual evil god powers. His depleted source of power was replenished to its fullest extent, the cultivation barrier that had stagnated for millennia was completely shattered, and every inch of his body's combat foundation underwent a groundbreaking sublimation.

The weariness of ten thousand years of war, the hidden pain of defeat, and the humiliation of being hunted down were all completely annihilated by the power of the two gods.

Abaddon slowly closed his five fingers, and his knuckles burst out with a muffled thud. The chaotic flames overflowing from the gaps in his armor were intense, violent, and malevolent, domineering and unparalleled.

He could clearly sense that his physical hardness, explosive power, self-healing ability, speed, and psychic energy level were all skyrocketing at a speed that was perceptible to the naked eye.

"Horus, you are nothing but a sapling!"

At this moment, he inwardly mocked the long-deceased father of genes.

The long-lost sense of supreme superiority—the feeling of being above all things, dominating battles, and occupying the pinnacle—completely filled his chest.

An unprecedented exhilaration and domineering force swept over my entire body.

The terrifying potential from the combined blessings of the two gods, the slaughtering talent accumulated over a thousand years, and the physical abilities from the ultimate transformation awakened and surged, boiling and reveling wildly deep within his flesh and blood.

His combat power has completely broken through two levels at this moment, reaching a completely new and terrifying realm!

After receiving the double blessing of sacrifice from Slaanesh and Khorne, Abaddon's body completely bore the power of the two pure evil gods. His explosive speed and brute force complemented and merged, and his physical resistance, combat power, and battlefield dominance all broke through their original limitations.

He slightly raised his head, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the smoke-filled battlefield. For the first time, the overwhelming power of this dual divine authority completely suppressed the gloom and fear that had accumulated in his heart for thousands of years.

With these two divine bodies attached to him, he was no longer the exiled war general who could only run for his life and fear being hunted down.

"Demon Hunter, just you wait."

"As a war commander, I have never been so disheveled."

Even if that terrifying demon hunter reappears, he has the absolute power to confront him head-on and crush him decisively!

Of course, even with his perfect clarity and the combined blessings of Sakura and Khorne, it was still only the beginning, far from enough to complete the ultimate ascension ritual, far from enough to allow him to completely transcend all constraints.

At the same moment, at the edge of the battlefield, the Primarch Angron, leading sixteen top-tier Khorne Archdemons, completely abandoned the battle of the battlefield minions and rushed to surround the direction of the Royal Palace at full speed.

An overwhelming killing intent locked onto the Terra Holy Palace, and a violent chaotic pressure shook the heavens and the earth, drawing all the attention and combat power of the entire battlefield to the heart of the palace!

Guilliman and Felus, who were stationed at the front lines of the battlefield, instantly noticed this deadly anomaly.

With their extraordinary minds at the Primarch level, they were able to perceive every subtle change on the battlefield. The two of them almost simultaneously sensed the strangeness of the situation and felt a strong sense of crisis.

With the blessing of the two gods, Abaddon's combat power has surpassed any stage he had ever reached before.

Faced with the relentless attacks and obstructions of the Human Alliance's mechanical humanoid legion, he showed no hesitation whatsoever. With Slaanesh's lightning speed and Khorne's frenzied fury, he tore apart and smashed dozens of sophisticated and powerful mechanical humanoids, steel debris flying everywhere, and no one could stop his onslaught.

The players watching the battle were all deeply shocked, and the entire arena erupted in uproar.

"When did Abaddon become so strong?!"

One of the beta testers' pupils constricted, filled with disbelief. Just now, he was piloting a mech suit capable of directly confronting a top-tier demon, and he had only caught a glimpse of a strange, blood-red streak before Abaddon instantly closed in. The mech's outer shell shattered instantly, its internal core structure was on the verge of collapse, and the mech was left in a state of near-total destruction.

"No! This doesn't fit the combat power setting at all! My charge form should be able to challenge the Great Demon, so how come I couldn't withstand his attack?" The player was completely bewildered, his previous understanding of the battlefield was completely overturned.

Everyone clearly sensed that Abaddon's combat power had surged far too strangely and terrifyingly.

Previously, the Black Legion's war commander could still be suppressed and restrained by the rushing body.

But now that Abaddon has received the double blessing of Slaanesh and Khorne, his combat power has been completely boosted beyond normal limits. The encirclement and annihilation by the massive number of mechanical humanoids can no longer restrain or stop his progress.

The two Primarchs frowned, their eyes serious, their minds filled with doubts, completely unable to understand why Abaddon had experienced such a dramatic surge in combat power in such a short period of time.

Just as the two Primarchs were utterly baffled and the battle was taking an unexpected turn, the mechanical archsage Caul, who had been silently observing the battlefield data, suddenly spoke in a deep voice, revealing the ultimate truth: "Primarchs, Abaddon is undergoing the ascension ritual of the four Chaos Gods!"

Looking down at the entire planet from high above Terra's orbit, one can clearly see four giant chaotic vortexes of different colors, covering a range of thousands of miles, occupying the four corners of Terra.

The four magic arrays correspond to the four Chaos Gods Slaanesh, Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch, respectively. They have vastly different auras and countless evil powers, yet they share the same origin and form a huge Ascension Altar that covers the entire holy city of Terra, continuously drawing upon the souls and malevolent energy of the battlefield to power the ritual.

Having completed the dual infusion of divine power, Abaddon's combat strength and deterrent power have reached a new level.

His body surged with chaotic energy, forcefully piercing through the layers of steel defenses of the mechanical humanoid legion. Without stopping, he sped toward the next core of the evil god's ritual, preparing to receive the third chaotic blessing.

Guilliman's eyes were sharp, his voice deep and resolute, his tone filled with solemnity and determination:

We absolutely cannot allow him to bear any more of the power of profanity!

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