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Chapter 153 Demon Hunter

With the full assistance of the Chaos Gods, Abaddon has entered the ritual sanctuary shrouded by Tzeentch.

This place is the final altar where he was crowned the four gods, and it is also the last step in his fourth ascension to demonhood and his complete attainment of divinity.

The unpredictable power of Tzeentch surged forth first, like a turbid torrent of stars, pouring into Abaddon's body.

At this moment, no one on the entire Terra battlefield could stop his advance.

Everywhere on the battlefield, they were held back: Guilliman was entangled by several archdemons and a large number of high-ranking demons, making it difficult for him to advance, and the road to the center of the ritual was completely blocked; the resurrected Felus was fighting alone against the completely berserk King Angron, fighting to the death and unable to spare any more time.

Abaddon alone was not hindered by any enemy or any hindrance.

A massive amount of chaotic divinity continuously converged, infused, and took root in him. The Imperial soldiers throughout Terra instantly grasped the most desperate truth of the battle situation. Everyone charged towards Abaddon's location without regard for anything else, attempting to stop this apocalyptic ascension ritual with their own flesh and blood.

But just as the thousands of Astartes troops were closing in, Abaddon merely raised his hand and waved it lightly.

The entire spacetime near Terra suddenly froze.

The Space Marines, charging at full speed, had no chance to resist and were instantly dragged into an endless illusion, where they were trapped on the spot.

Abaddon charged alone into the crowd, gripping the Claw of Horus tightly and unleashing a brutal attack, slaughtering the first Astartes to reach him. At this point, the battle had completely spiraled towards irreversible collapse.

Just as the ground battlefield was completely out of control, the Eldar warships hovering high above the orbit of Handera once again dropped a massive army of humanoid robots upon it.

After landing, this batch of standardized mechanical legions had an extremely unified and clear objective—to head straight for the core of the ceremony where Abaddon was located.

On the view screen of all spectators, Abaddon's logo was magnified infinitely, and a huge, eye-catching, and extremely oppressive BOSS icon appeared above his head, scarlet and glaring, spanning the entire battlefield's field of vision.

The chat was instantly flooded with comments, and the entire channel was in an uproar.

"Holy crap? This is the world boss?!"

"Abaddon, with his top-tier aura, when did he become so strong?"

The system rules were silently revealed to the entire audience:

All participants in the siege of World Boss Abaddon will receive generous rewards, including exclusive resurrection privileges.

The mech's level can be upgraded, and exclusive customization privileges can be granted for equipment.

All factions and all forces now share the same goal: to hold off, defeat, and kill Abaddon, who is about to ascend to godhood, at all costs.

On the other side of the battlefield, the sisters Anna and Anne were already in position, coldly observing the deteriorating situation of the Terra battle, waiting for their opportunity.

Just as everyone was on edge, facing the impending doom, Evelynn suddenly spoke up, her tone so grave it was almost piercing.

"Abaddon is not acting right."

Her gaze was fixed on the black war god who was absorbing endless chaotic divine power, and she spoke with great care.

"He appears to possess immense power and have ascended to godhood, yet his use of power is extremely crude, unlike what a normal ascendant should be like. This is not pure godhood; it is bait."

The gazes of everyone present suddenly sharpened, and they all looked at the Spirit Race prophet with solemn expressions.

Evelynn took a deep breath and revealed the terrifying truth that the four Chaos Gods had buried beneath this final ritual.

"At this moment, Abaddon's power threshold has surpassed that of any known life form I have ever seen in my life."

"For today, to prevent something from happening, the four gods have poured almost all their hidden resources into him without reservation."

"He's terrifyingly strong now."

She frankly acknowledged the vast difference in their abilities, her voice carrying an unusual sense of helplessness: "Even I, in front of Abaddon now, couldn't withstand a single move."

"If he were to fully absorb the power of the Four Gods, even in his original form, he would only be able to hold out for a few moves before ultimately meeting his defeat and demise."

"Once the war spirals out of control and Terra falls, the human empire will repeat the fate of the Eldar."

"At that time, the entire human race may be completely wiped out."

Evelyn quickly understood the Four Gods' thoughts.

"They did it on purpose."

Evelynn's speech suddenly quickened, and she succinctly exposed the Four Gods' sinister plot.

"The four Chaos Gods deliberately created this unsolvable predicament to lure the Supreme Commander of the Human Alliance into making a move."

The Commander of the Human Rights Alliance is the only one Evelyn can think of who can deal with Abaddon in his current state.

The power wielded by the commander is no longer something that these so-called Primarchs or Chosen Ones can completely contend with.

But because of this, humanity has gained a tremendous advantage.

The Human Federation's technology, combined with the Commander's suppressive power, the mechanical androids, and the two Primarchs.

The Empire's power will rival or even surpass that of the Great Crusade at its peak.

"Once the commander enters the fray, there is a very high probability that the power within his body will become completely unbalanced during intense combat."

"Even more dangerous is that the Four Gods will use the ritual resonance to collectively lock onto the target and forcibly drag the commander into the abyss of the warp, so that he will never be able to set foot in the real universe again."

"This is the ending that Chaos most desired."

"Even if it means sacrificing Abaddon and depleting their own essence, it would be perfectly acceptable for the Four Gods."

"But once the commander is lost, the human empire will completely lose its backbone for turning the tide and will no longer be able to maintain the status quo."

"Especially in this era of the rise of human-connected technology and the rebirth of human civilization."

"The four gods cannot tolerate humanity breaking free from decay and rising against the tide."

"To Chaos, Abaddon is merely a disposable pawn."

"But a thriving and technologically advanced humanity is a threat that must be completely eradicated."

"So they spared no expense, pouring out the essence of the warp to empower Abaddon."

"They want to completely sever all possibility of human survival and a chance to turn the tide here, in Terra."

The truth was chilling, but it did not break the last shred of courage of the imperial soldiers.

A powerful, resolute imperial command resounded across the vast battlefield from Terra's highest military defenses.

"All troops, attack!"

"Stop Abaddon's ascension to demonhood at all costs!"

This is not a test, nor is it a restraint.

This was a desperate, all-out attack by the Empire, using all of Terra's garrison forces to invade the Tzeentch Ritual area where Abaddon had ascended to his fourth demon form. They knew it would be a brutal and suicidal assault.

Millions of Imperial regular troops, sector remnants, and Astartes veterans charged across the scorched Terra wasteland toward the ritual core, where the chaotic black mist was densest and the divine pressure most terrifying.

Blood-red flames scorched the earth, warp rifts opened and closed wildly overhead, and the roars of demons echoed through the heavens.

The path of charging forward is a path of utter martyrdom.

There is not an inch of safe territory.

The Space Marines at the forefront were instantly torn apart by the overflowing chaotic energy; their heavy armor shattered and their bodies annihilated. Swarms of Imperial soldiers were swallowed by the warp turbulence, not even having time to leave their cries behind. Countless martyrs fell along the path of the charge, mountains of corpses piled up, and blood soaked the sacred land of Terra.

But the most desperate scene is unfolding in the middle of the battlefield.

The rituals of the Four Gods were fueled by the spirits of the dead, flesh and blood, and despair.

The more tragically the Imperial soldiers died, the more lives were sacrificed, and the stronger the fighting spirit and despair, the more violent the resonance of the ritual became.

The countless life energies that perished and the dissipated essence of the soul did not transform into a force for resistance. Instead, they were all absorbed by the ritual runes below and fed back to Abaddon at the center.

Every second of sacrifice paves the way for his divinity.

Every fallen corpse was a sacrifice for his ascension to demonhood.

Abaddon's chaotic divine light grew increasingly intense and terrifying, reinforcing the previously flawed ritual barrier layer by layer. His power surged exponentially, his oppressive aura crushing the entire Terran land, several times stronger than before.

But the empire's charge never stopped for a moment.

Knowing that sacrifice is futile, knowing that dying in battle will only aid the enemy, knowing that every charge will only make the enemy stronger.

But all the imperial soldiers continued to advance wave after wave, never retreating even in the face of death.

They were acutely aware of their destiny.

They were not there to directly defeat Abaddon on the eve of his godhood.

They used the blood and flesh of millions as leverage, and countless deaths to change the course of the battle.

Use your own annihilation to create fleeting opportunities.

The sacrifice of the entire army was used to forcibly disrupt the rhythm of the ceremony and the stable frequency of the infusion of the four gods.

Everyone was left with only one obsession.

To create a chance for Guilliman, who is relentlessly pursued by the demon and unable to move an inch, to break the deadlock.

As long as the Ultra Warriors Master, the Imperial Regent, can break free of his restraints and step into the core of the ritual.

There is still a sliver of hope that things can be turned around.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the imperial army continued its relentless charge.

With the body of a mortal, he sacrificed himself for the calamity of the gods, in exchange for a glimmer of hope for Terra.

Guilliman suddenly roared hysterically, disregarding his own severe shoulder injury, he fought with all his might to force back all four great demons. The moment he broke free, he didn't stop, his speed suddenly increased, and he sprinted at full speed towards the ritual battlefield where Abaddon was.

His speed continued to increase, his figure almost becoming a series of blurry afterimages in the naked eye, crisscrossing the battlefield amidst the raging flames. With several leaps, he traversed thousands of meters in a single bound, arriving before his target in an instant.

Guilliman gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly in one hand, gathering all his strength to slash fiercely at Abaddon. Crimson blood seeped continuously from the patterns on the Armor of Destiny; after countless fierce battles, the armor's self-healing function had long since deteriorated, making it difficult to properly protect the body.

A deafening roar erupted as two completely different yet equally powerful forces collided violently, unleashing a chaotic and turbulent surge of energy that swept across the surrounding area.

The powerful impact sent Guilliman flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. His body slid rapidly along the hard surface, leaving a deep, glaring scratch.

Abaddon felt the boundless power surging within him, a ferocious and arrogant smile spreading across his face. He roared with laughter, "Hahaha, Guilliman, you're nothing special after all!"

Primarch, he truly defeated Primarch.

The nightmare of ten thousand years, the fear of the Primarch, was soothed at this moment.

At this moment, the power gathered within him had already exceeded the limits that Horus could contain in the past. The immense energy continued to expand, almost bursting his own body.

And this is not yet the limit of the power that Tzeentch can infuse.

He can continue to evolve.

But at this moment, Abaddon was already eager to use the Primarch's life to prove his achievement.

He wanted to kill the Primarch as proof that he had surpassed the Primarch.

Abaddon's figure blurred as he lunged at the fallen Guilliman, the Claw of Horus gleaming coldly in his hand as he swung it down with devastating force, roaring, "Guilliman, the era of the Primarchs is over!"

Before the words had even faded, a sharp, piercing metallic clang suddenly rang out. A dazzling white light streaked through the air, piercing straight through Abaddon's chest. The immense force exploded instantly, sending Abaddon flying over a thousand meters through the air, smashing through layers of barriers and heavy armor before finally crashing into the bottom of a deep crater. The impact of his landing twisted and dented the ground within a radius of several thousand meters, demonstrating the terrifying power contained in that attack.

Abaddon spat out a large amount of blood foam, and the healing power granted by Nurgle immediately flowed through his body, rapidly repairing his damaged body. However, at this moment, his eyes were filled with disbelief, astonishment, and doubt.

What happened?

Abaddon was completely baffled.

He has now surpassed the original.

Why... did I end up flying backwards instead?

Guilliman?

What did he do?

Everyone's gaze turned to the airspace above Guilliman, where a narrow subspace rift suddenly appeared in the previously stable space.

The white light that had just severely injured Abaddon shot out from this crack. A cold, hard, giant metal hand reached out from the crack and then ripped fiercely to both sides.

A piercing, trembling shriek echoed through the heavens and earth, as the entire space was torn apart by this giant hand.

The barrier between reality and chaos was forcibly torn apart.

Without the influence of sacrifice, pure individual power tore through space.

A giant, entirely silver-white metal figure, slowly emerged from the shattered spatial rift.

Its body was covered with countless battle wounds, and countless flames raged around it, exuding an aura of ancient warfare.

The burning psionic flames were so dazzling.

The mere sight of the metal giant filled all the demons with terror.

Behind the metal giant, thousands of mechanical humanoids followed closely, stepping into the war-torn battlefield of Terra.

After the colossal metal giant appeared, it unleashed a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth. Three words, imbued with overwhelming battle intent, resounded throughout the surrounding area: "Abaddon!"

Abaddon saw the metal giant, engulfed in flames and scarred by battle, appear, and upon hearing the roar, the arrogant smile on his face vanished, replaced by intense terror. His body tensed slightly, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he uttered four words in a low voice, each one deliberate and deliberate: "Demon Hunter."