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Chapter 152 Ban Challenge

Abaddon's taunts spurred Guilliman's attacks to become even more swift and fierce. Each swing of his sword was imbued with the Primarch's rage and anxiety.

He harbored a deep-seated anxiety that could shake the very foundations of the entire human empire. Abaddon's transformation into a demon was entirely different from the path of ascension taken by all the chaotic servants of the past millennium.

This blasphemous ascension ritual was performed in the sacred and eternal Terra.

This is the origin and foundation of the human empire, the absolute core of the brilliant human civilization, and the sacred realm where emperors have resided for millennia, overlooking the starry sea. The sacrifices Abaddon offered were not only the hundreds of millions of innocent lives on the land of Terra, but also the very essence of civilization, sacred authority, and the imperial destiny that Terra itself embodies for millennia.

The ascension ritual, completed through the very essence of Terra, was of an unprecedented level and scale, and the chaotic power it could bestow was immeasurable.

Once Abaddon fully accepts all the blessings of the four gods, his power could very well surpass that of the former traitor Primarch Horus, reaching an unprecedented peak of chaos.

Having foreseen this despairing future, the usually calm and patient Guilliman completely broke away from his established tactical rhythm, abandoned all conservative plans, and launched a fierce attack regardless of the consequences, attempting to avert the catastrophe that would destroy the empire before the blasphemy ritual was over.

"Are you getting old, Guilliman!"

"Your attacks are no longer as lethal." Abaddon's mocking voice was so grating.

An inexhaustible stream of filthy and corrupting divine power surrounded Abaddon, infusing his flesh and blood and protecting his soul, granting him near-absolute, rapid self-healing abilities.

Even the fatal wound inflicted by the Emperor's Sword, which carried the divine might of the Emperor, could not completely destroy his body.

Whenever the physical body is torn, broken, or damaged, the primordial divine power of Nurgle will descend instantly, reshaping his flesh, bones, body, and soul from scratch. All fatal injuries will be instantly dissolved without leaving a trace.

The collapse of the war situation was imminent, and the struggles on the battlefield were locked in a fierce stalemate and tug-of-war.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ferus, whose rebirth was not yet complete, desperately held off the frenzied and bloodthirsty Angron with his broken body.

Even though the Primarch's power had not fully recovered and his condition was imperfect, the Iron Hand Primarch still locked down the battle with his iron will and undying fighting spirit, firmly restraining Angron, who was empowered by Khorne's endless rage, making it impossible for him to advance an inch and leave to reinforce the main battlefield.

At the same time, the sixteen top-tier high-level demons who had originally turned their offensive and intended to rush to the core battlefield to assist Abaddon also encountered an unexpected and absolute obstacle.

A fully equipped, cold-blooded army of 50,000 humanoid robots suddenly arrayed themselves to block the road, completely halting the advance of all the great demons with their steel torrent.

The dense array of firepower, the blockade formation, and the absolute interception of the mechanical army have firmly held back the progress of the vast majority of the Chaos Demons, preventing these top-level demons from advancing in full force and from completely encircling the main battlefield.

Despite the mechanical legion's layers of interception, several of the most powerful demons still managed to break through the steel blockade, charging into the core battle zone and reaching Abaddon's side.

These few escaped Great Demons immediately transformed into a chaotic barrier, directly blocking Guilliman's thunderous onslaught. They used their own demonic bodies to withstand the divine judgment of the Emperor's Sword, forcefully isolating and blocking all of the Ultimate Primarch's deadly attacks for Abaddon.

Guilliman growled angrily, "Coward!"

Taking advantage of this hard-won, blood-soaked, brief window of opportunity, Abaddon completely emptied his mind and soul, fully opening his body and soul to accept the surging Nurgle primordial power without reservation.

The filth, vastness, and immortality of Nurgle's power permeated his bones, blood, and soul.

The third level of demonic ascension!

As a chaotic tide of decay and rebirth swept over him, Abaddon successfully completed the third stage of the Blessing of the Scourge.

The moment Nurgle's power completely merged into his blood and soul, his combat strength underwent a terrifying leap forward.

At this moment, while his physical strength in a direct confrontation was still slightly inferior to that of a prime Guilliman, the endless regeneration granted by Nurgle...

His immortality, self-healing ability, and decay power completely compensated for all his shortcomings. His extreme endurance, immortal body, and unparalleled regenerative power completely rewrote his battlefield attributes.

With the balance of power completely reversed, the scales of war, thanks to the selfless protection of several great demons and the completion of Abaddon's third ascension, tilted dramatically in favor of the Chaos faction.

Abaddon, having fully embraced the power of Necromancer, was surrounded by a thick, murky, chaotic black mist. Rot and rebirth alternated on the surface of his armor and flesh, and every inch of his body housed Necromancer's path to decay and immortality.

He stopped dodging and retreating, and suddenly stood up straight, carrying the chaotic power of his new transformation. He stood shoulder to shoulder with several ferocious and terrifying high-level demons beside him, facing the extremely angry Guilliman, and officially began the ultimate death battle.

In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted across the core battlefield of Terra, and the roar of the battle between gods and demons reverberated throughout the entire divine realm. Guilliman's eyes burned with holy golden flames, and the Emperor's Sword surged with brilliant holy light, carrying the last dignity of the human empire and the divine might of the emperor, slashing down with overwhelming force.

Wherever the sword light passed, the chaotic black mist was annihilated layer by layer and dissolved inch by inch. The divine purifying power crushed all the filth and evil. Every strike carried the resolute will to cut off the blasphemy and end the calamity.

Several high-ranking demons, fearless of death, roared and charged forward to block their path. They stretched out their distorted demonic bodies, channeling surging chaotic demonic energy into a thick demonic shield. Their claws tore through the air, and demonic flames burned the sky, as they confronted the emperor's divine might head-on with extreme ferocity.

The holy sword light slammed into the magic shield, unleashing a terrifying explosion that resounded throughout the universe. The dazzling torrent of light magic swept across the land, crushing all the surrounding ruins into dust.

Each of the great demons suffered a divine blow that was enough to tear apart the original body. Their demonic bodies continued to crack, rot, and steam, but they fought to the death with the inherent resilience of high-level demons, tightly entangled Guilliman's offensive, and blocked all his deadly angles.

Taking advantage of the Grand Magus's distraction, Abaddon, having completed his triple Nurgle ascension, charged forward, abandoning all defense and unleashing a furious counterattack with his enchanted Chaos Blade. The blade, imbued with Nurgle's unique power of decay and plague, flowed with a dark, corrupting light. Wherever the sword's energy swept, the space was eroded and distorted by the corrupted divine power, and a deadly toxin of corruption spread through the air, even constantly polluting and corroding the sacred aura of Terra.

His attacks were no longer the result of brute force, but rather a fusion of eerie, immortal, and decaying power. Blade and Emperor's Sword clashed repeatedly in a frenzy, the two extreme forces of gold and black colliding, annihilating, and exploding, shockwaves radiating outwards from the two, shaking the entire battlefield. Each of Guilliman's heavy blows tore through Abaddon's armor, cleaved his body, and sprayed forth filthy demonic blood.

But the next second, Nurgle's immortality will take effect immediately.

The torn flesh healed rapidly, the shattered bones were reattached, and the gushing demonic blood flowed back into the body amidst the chaotic mist.

No matter how devastating the blows Guilliman inflicted, he could not completely kill him.

The endless self-healing, the immortal body, and the bone-corroding plague power completely overwhelmed Guilliman's offensive rhythm.

In just a few rounds, the battle situation was completely reversed.

The Primarch, who once dominated the battlefield and overwhelmed everything, is now utterly at a disadvantage. Guilliman's offensive has run dry, his divine power is being consumed rapidly, every swing of his sword is a battle against an insurmountable corrupting force, and every desperate strike has become futile.

The divine light was constantly being devoured by the filth, and for the first time, the last war god of the empire was trapped in a desperate situation in the Terra realm, where he was completely suppressed.

But just when the tide of battle turned completely to chaos and Abaddon was now capable of overwhelming Guilliman, he abruptly halted all his offensive.

He did not press his advantage, nor did he completely crush the exhausted Guilliman, nor did he use his superiority to annihilate the Imperial forces before him.

Abaddon's gaze pierced through the raging flames of war, looking towards the deepest part of Terra, the core of the storm's fiercest storm—the final sacrificial site for demon ascension, ruled by Tzeentch.

The powers of the three evil gods had been fully integrated into him; Slaanesh's alluring cunning, Khorne's ruthless ferocity, and Nurgle's eternal corruption—these three blessings had forged his near-perfect chaotic body. Yet, he was acutely aware that at this moment, he was merely on par with Guilliman at his peak.

He was fearless of Guilliman, the remaining forces of the Empire, and the divine pressure of Terra.

The only being he feared, the only being he couldn't face with ease, was Bruce, the demon hunter who roamed the stars and hunted down all things in chaos.

Having experienced countless battles and fateful duels, Abaddon knew perfectly well that with his current triple-ascended demonic power, he still had a slim chance of winning against that hunter who specialized in slaughtering chaos and eliminating all evil spirits, and had no absolute certainty of victory.

The four gods ascended to demonic status, their combat power increasing exponentially. With each evil god's primordial divine power they absorbed, their realm, physique, authority, and level would undergo a multiplied leap, far beyond a simple accumulation of power.

Only by accepting the ultimate blessing of the last and fourth Chaos God—Tzeentch, the Lord of All Changes—and gathering the perfect power of the four gods, can he break through the existing constraints and ascend to a new peak of chaos.

With his mind made up, Abaddon no longer lingered on the main battlefield.

He allowed the high-ranking demon beside him to continue to restrain, entangle, and lock down Guilliman, while he turned his ferocious form around and, stepping on the surging chaotic demonic tide, resolutely walked slowly toward the core of Tzeentch's sacrifice.

This is the final ascension to demonic power, and the ultimate transformation that will completely rewrite the course of the Terra war and overturn the entire star system.

Once Abaddon inherits Tzeentch's myriad tricks, endless knowledge, and all-encompassing magical powers, and gathers the perfect divine power of the four gods, his combat strength will reach a terrifying new height.

He will completely surpass Horus, the father of genes who betrayed the God Emperor and once held immense power, and become the most powerful individual in the entire galaxy since time immemorial, apart from a few supreme beings such as emperors, star gods, and ancient saints.

At that time, no one will be able to stop them, and no one will be able to control them.

Terra's end is about to come.

Meanwhile, beneath the vast dome of the sky, deep within the utterly silent Terra Palace, the holy light of the Golden Throne flowed quietly, isolating the earth-shattering battle between gods and demons from the outside world.

This is the only pristine land in all of Terra untouched by war, yet it harbors a burden heavier and more piercing than the carnage of battle.

A standoff between fates.

Fang Yun saw the battle scene.

With his strength, he could easily defeat Abaddon.

He had two choices: to suppress Abaddon or to meet the Emperor.

Suppress Abaddon? Don't make your brother Yun laugh.

Abaddon now resembles a ripe fruit, tempting Fang Yun to pluck it.

The Four Gods rely on Abaddon as a medium to enter reality at any time.

at all costs.

Fang Yun knew their purpose in doing this.

If the Four Gods can disrupt Fang Yun's power balance, they will directly send him to the second Golden Throne.

Therefore, they preferred to continuously increase the power of Abaddon, granting him power surpassing Horus.

It was all to force Fang Yun to take the stage.

Fang Yun can only make one move, and he can only make one move. After he makes his move, he will be forcibly banned by the Four Gods. Once banned, all plans to save the enemy may be interrupted.

This is an exchange.

We can either sit idly by and watch Abaddon use Terra to ascend to magic.

Either you make the move, and we'll both ban it.

Fang Yun looked at the supreme being sitting on the golden throne, lonely for millennia, bearing the fate of the entire human race. His gaze was clear, yet it carried a coldness and questioning that pierced through the vicissitudes of time.

You made a mistake.

The sound was not loud, yet it resonated clearly within the empty temple, piercing through layers of divine and spiritual barriers, reaching directly into the emperor's silent mind.

"You've treated everyone as a tool."

"Including me, including all the genetic offspring you created, including the billions of imperial people who grovel in your glory, and even yourself."

"Tools can make or break you."

Fang Yun's words were forceful and clear, revealing the root cause of the rise and fall of human empires over thousands of years.

"You will carry on the mission of human civilization, transcending all emotions, warmth, and humanity. You have abandoned all personal feelings and the warmth of being a creator, solely to pursue the most efficient and secure path to survival."

The emperor remained silent on his throne.

Only a faint, vast, and desolate psychic energy fluctuation quietly spread out, silently conveying the helplessness and determination that had been dormant for ten thousand years.

The will that traversed the cosmos echoed in Fang Yun's mind with a low, weary voice: "I have no other choice. This is the most efficient way to save humanity."

Fang Yun slowly raised his head, staring directly at that eternal and sacred radiance, his gaze sharp as a blade, unyielding.

"Is this really the most efficient method?"

"The rebellion, depravity, and madness of the many Primarchs should not have been destiny. Do not use the word 'inevitable' to cover up all the possibilities you have given up with your own hands."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a hint of pity, yet also a chilling coldness.

"Inevitable? What does 'inevitable' mean?"

"What is called inevitability is never a predetermined fate."

"The so-called inevitability is just that you want to do something, you push it forward and complete it yourself, and finally you give it the name of destiny."

""

"You peered into the river of fate with your supreme spiritual power, only seeing a corner of the catastrophe, yet you clearly possessed the ability to set things right and rewrite the ending. But you did nothing. You chose to let nature take its course, even tacitly allowing the tragedy to fester."

"It is precisely your acceptance of things as they are that has made all the tragedies irreversible."

Fang Yun's gaze pierced through the golden throne, through the mists of time and space, and landed on the crimson figure outside the palace, who was engaged in a bloody massacre.

"Just like Anglon."

"Everyone thinks he was born bloodthirsty and cruel by nature, but you and I both know that he was the gentlest, most benevolent, and most compassionate of all the Primarchs."

Angron is essentially a lubricant for all Primarchs. If Angron doesn't go wrong, given its capabilities, betrayal won't occur, and the Empire's tragedy won't happen.

"But fate was cruel to him. He was enslaved, fought, slaughtered, tortured, and finally, the butcher's nail was driven into his spinal cord and pierced his soul, crushing all his tenderness and conscience."

"You watched every moment he fell into darkness and teetered on the brink of madness."

"You clearly had the power to save him, to alleviate his suffering, and to preserve that benevolent Primarch. Yet you abandoned him."

"You gave up your determination to save him, letting him sink deeper and deeper into obsession, and be consumed by pain."

Fang Yun's voice gradually turned cold, filled with endless sighs and questions.

"To this day, the compassionate Angron is utterly gone."

"What remains are only mad warriors, eternally bound by the Butcher's Nail, perpetually dominated by bloodlust, devoid of all self-awareness, and left only with the instinct to kill."

"This is the inevitable result of your going with the flow."

"Even if it can't be resolved in the end, dying is better than this."

7

"You are neither a good father nor a good person, which is why the empire is like this."