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Chapter 154 The Crushing Strike of the Human Alliance

Bruce the Demon Hunter, a madman completely consumed by deep-seated hatred.

He had been hunting Abaddon for two months, his pursuit traversing the vast expanse of stars.

After traversing the Altera star system, they finally followed the remaining traces, cutting from the east of the Milky Way to the west, all the way to the Holy Terra.

He chased in the warp, he chased in reality; wherever Abaddon was, there was trace of him.

Throughout his long journey, countless demons perished at his hands, and the blazing, ever-flowing flames of spiritual energy around him were all marks of his glorious exploits forged through bloodshed and slaughter.

Despite knowing he was being relentlessly pursued, Abaddon had no idea what Bruce had become.

All he knew was that wherever this person set foot, all evil spirits would perish.

"How is this possible?"

Abaddon, lying on the ground, was deeply shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He has already fully inherited the powers and divine abilities of the three Chaos Gods, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, as well as a portion of Tzeentch's divine power. He only needs the final piece of Tzeentch's power to complete his power, and then he will become the most complete and powerful Chosen of the Four Gods in history.

This power has already surpassed the limits of ordinary demons and chaos warriors, and is only one step away from reaching the peak.

But the pure white light that suddenly pierced the sky just now forcefully cleansed the chaotic and ferocious look that lingered on his face, making his expression clear.

That was an irresistible, pure force.

"No—this is impossible!"

Abaddon whirled around, staring intently at the sacrificial altar belonging to Tzeentch not far away, and charged madly toward the spot where divine power was being channeled.

He must fully accept Tzeentch's powers to complete the final piece of the puzzle of the Four Gods' power!

"I will not lose!"

"I am Abaddon!"

When the power of the four gods is perfectly integrated, his power will completely surpass all Primarchs. At that time, a mere Demon Hunter will not be worthy of being his opponent!

The vast and unpredictable power of Tzeentch flooded into Abaddon's body like a tidal wave, and the surging chaotic power within him increased exponentially, with terrifying chaotic pressure sweeping in all directions.

"Power, power, I want more."

"More power."

On the other side of the battlefield, Bruce looked up at the army of mechanical humanoids standing tall in the sky.

At that moment, he knew with absolute certainty that he had returned. He had returned to the front lines of the People's Alliance, returned to his own rear.

Anna and Anne spotted him immediately, their hearts pounding with shock and their eyes filled with astonishment.

"It's Bruce—what has he become?"

"Has his vengeful expedition already reached Terra?"

Everyone knows the hatred Bruce carries.

But no one expected Bruce to go to such lengths.

In a single exchange, he directly repelled Abaddon, who was now imbued with the power of the three gods.

This scene struck Evelynn, who was used to the carnage of the battlefield, as absurd and unbelievable, while also igniting an extreme sense of surprise in the hearts of the Anna and Anne sisters.

"The tide of battle has turned!"

"Victory belongs to the People's Federation!"

What the People's Alliance lacks most right now is high-end combat power.

Bruce's return filled a void.

The final battle for Terra is far from over.

Just then, a rapid red alarm suddenly lit up in the rear military storage depot of the People's Liberation Army, and a cold, mechanical notification sound echoed throughout the position.

A request command suddenly popped up on the terminal.

It's Bruce, requesting the deployment of a full set of supplementary armaments and brand-new combat units.

Anne, speaking with commander privileges, said, "Open the warehouses and fully support Bruce."

Reserve warehouse access is unlocked immediately, and the brand-new assault combat unit is launched from the air and rushes to the battlefield.

Anne's arm trembled slightly, a sign of her overwhelming excitement: "This is... a complete Charge Body!"

"It was originally intended for the captain of the hero team."

The heavy armor Bruce is wearing at this moment is actually composed of five assault units working together.

Its combat power is not simply a five-fold increase, but rather a multiplied burst of power through a linkage protocol, with combat power advancing layer by layer and increasing exponentially.

However, after two whole months of endless hunting and continuous battles across star systems, this suit of armor, which was formed under the trust of the Purification Agreement, was already covered with hidden wounds under the day and night erosion of chaotic energy.

Although its combat power still far exceeds that of conventional combat units, it has long been severely depleted and is no longer at its peak.

More importantly, Bruce is currently only wearing the damaged armor from the Purge Agreement.

This suit of armor possesses terrifying explosive power, yet it has never reached the full standard of a standard heavy combat unit, always retaining an upper limit to its combat power.

Now that he has returned to the United Front, he is finally able to connect to the complete military system and be equipped with a truly complete version of the assault heavy armor.

Gazing at the brand-new military equipment falling from the sky, Anna asked softly, with a hint of cautious worry: "Can he—really withstand the extreme pressure of this heavy-duty unit?"

Annie gazed at the tall figure stained with the flames of war in the center of the battlefield, her tone firm and solemn: "The fact that he was able to fight his way to Terra and force Abaddon, who was blessed by the four gods, to flee in panic proves that he had already made all the preparations to take on this equipment."

Xiao Xi once concluded that the load-bearing capacity and body pressure of the assault vehicle were extremely terrifying, and ordinary mortals could not withstand even the slightest bit of it. Even elite warriors would be instantly crushed by the backlash of the armor, their bones and internal organs ruptured.

Only specially selected pilots with perfect genetic and neural compatibility are qualified to pilot this ultimate warfare equipment.

Placed in a stable and technologically balanced local environment, this overloaded, high-consumption assault vehicle, born solely for extreme killing, would be neither useful nor worth discarding.

Its backlash is extremely strong and its applicable scenarios are extremely limited. It does not conform to the human rights alliance's concept of more efficient and comprehensive military development and has never been included in the main standard equipment.

Only in a cruel world like Warhammer 40K, where technology is distorted and stagnant, and the rules of the universe are twisted and broken, can this extreme weaponry, which was shelved by the Human Federation, completely break free from its shackles and unleash its terrifying power to slaughter chaos to the fullest extent.

The flames of war spread across the plains, and the decisive battle has not yet ended.

The path paved by the four gods of Abaddon has been traversed; it is Chaos's last hope.

Khorne immediately ordered Angron to abandon his fight with Feralus and head to the heart of the battlefield to deal with Bruce.

The frenzied Angron charged forward, carrying the bloodthirsty savagery inherent in the World Eater Primarch, heading straight for Bruce's location.

The whistling bullets and frenzied attacks all came at Bruce, but he calmly deflected them with his sword.

The sword light flashed down in an instant, the clear and sharp jade-colored edge slashing down on Angron's waist with a deafening roar as flesh was torn apart. A gruesome, massive gash instantly pierced through the original body, severing a full third of Angron's waist and abdomen with this single sword strike, the crimson flesh exposed, the injury extremely horrifying.

Tormented by pain and rage, Angron unleashed a furious roar that shook the battlefield. The Butcher's Sting on his skull flashed red, and an endless frenzy of bloodlust swept over him.

In subsequent clashes, Angron was repeatedly blasted away by overwhelming force, crashing heavily onto the scorched earth of Terra.

"Get out of my way!"

Having had his mind corrupted by the Butcher's Nail, he was no longer afraid of pain or fatigue. Even after repeated defeats, he would drag his broken body up again and again to fight. In his eyes, Bruce was a formidable opponent worthy of fighting to the death.

But Bruce had only one goal in mind: Abaddon, who was merging the powers of the Four Gods.

Angron's insistence on obstructing and pestering him completely ignited his anger.

Khorne's demon prince Angron, whose Butcher's Nail inflicted him pain, but also granted him a formidable fighting instinct and highly efficient regeneration.

No matter how injured Angron's main body is, his body will be reshaped in the next second.

It's as if his true form isn't his true form.

It was as if Angron's true form was something else entirely.

Even Bruce would have to use some methods to deal with this kind of sycophant.

Defeating is easy, killing is hard.

Taking advantage of the moment when the betrayer was out of balance and stiffened, Bruce suddenly reached out and gripped Angron's head tightly with his five fingers.

Flames danced and surged in his palm. Bruce's grip on the head tightened suddenly, and with a piercing sound of bones and nerves snapping, he ripped Angron's head off. The chaotic flames on the body, now devoid of consciousness, quickly dissipated, leaving it completely incapacitated.

Bruce casually tossed the corpse to the ground and strode steadily toward Abaddon, leaving only the World Eater Primarch, who could no longer awaken, in the same spot.

At this moment, Abaddon had fully absorbed the legacy of the Four Primarchs: Khorne's destructive power, Nurgle's immortal vitality, Slaanesh's alluring turmoil, and Tzeentch's transformative mystery were all integrated into one. Having completed his transformation, his power level had surpassed all his previous Primarchs, making him a top being in the Chaos.

In the minds of all demons, the unity of the four gods is invincible.

Even with the Primarch standing shoulder to shoulder, the entire Royal Guard deployed, and the Emperor himself present, a fully transformed Warmaster would be enough to sweep across Terra and overthrow the human empire. Countless archdemons, daemons, and chaos warriors hovering high in the sky held their breath in terror. They knelt, rejoiced, and stirred, awaiting the new Chaos Supreme to cleanse the starry sea. In the inherent logic of the demon race, nothing in this world could stop Abaddon.

The Imperial Guard, nuns, sector warriors, and surviving defenders were all on edge, their pupils constricted. Everyone knew that Abaddon, with the full power of the four gods, was supposed to be the apocalypse that ended everything.

But the next second, pure white light suddenly pierced through the chaotic black mist.

Bruce raised his eyes, his gaze locking onto the supreme war commander draped in the glory of the four gods.

He didn't need to gather strength, roar, or make sacrifices; he simply raised his hand and struck.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as a precursor, no overwhelming release of psychic energy, only a clean, resolute, and pure white light that stretched across the sky.

Bang-!!

A muffled, deafening explosion that pierced the heavens and the earth!

Abaddon, who embodied the power of the four gods and reigned supreme over all the heavens, didn't even have time to display his peak divine might or utter a single arrogant declaration before his entire majestic and enormous chaotic divine body was sent flying thousands of meters away like a meteorite crushed by a tremendous force!

The layered barrier of chaotic divine power crumbled inch by inch, the protective divine light blessed by the four gods exploded, and the ever-changing chaotic aura flowing around Abaddon suddenly became disordered, dissipated, and extinguished by most of its power!

His heavy demonic body slammed heavily onto the ruins of Terra's sacred land, creating a giant crater tens of meters deep, sending debris and dust billowing into the sky.

The entire battlefield fell into complete silence.

The entire Chaos Front was stunned and frozen in shock, their millennia-old understanding of the laws of chaos utterly shattered.

In the eyes of demons, the coronation of the four gods was the highest realm of invulnerability to all magic and annihilation of all enemies. However, they witnessed the most absurd and terrifying scene: the strongest chosen one, who had gathered the powers of the four gods, was severely injured and sent flying by a casual blow from a human demon hunter.

This was no longer a matter of strength or weakness, but a complete and utter dimensional crushing. The supreme divine power of the evil god was as fragile as a bubble in front of Bruce.

In his eyes, the so-called blessing from the four gods was nothing more than an absurd and laughable joke.

The imperial soldiers were equally stunned and incredulous.

They watched as the mad and indestructible Primarch Angron was beheaded and his life ended, and as the Four Gods Abaddon, who should have destroyed everything, was crushed in one move.

This battle was so absurd that it defied everyone's comprehension on Terra. The unsolvable chaos and catastrophe was actually suppressed by one person, overturning the fate of the entire battlefield.

Abaddon, barely able to prop himself up from the deep pit, his divine power surging chaotically, his bones and divine body structure throbbing with pain. He raised his hideous face, riddled with chaotic cracks, and for the first time, a bone-chilling fear arose from the depths of his soul.

The demon hunter before me doesn't belong to the combat system of this universe at all.

Bruce stepped forward, grabbed Abaddon's chin with one hand, and easily lifted the burly, imposing body.

The once mighty Chaos War General, who once shook the starry sea, is now being manipulated like a weak fledgling, his former ferocity completely gone.

He lowered his voice and snapped, "Tell me, where is what I want?"

"Wh-what is that...?"

"The things you took from Macurag."

What did they take from Macurag?

What did he take from Macurag?

He took away defeat; the invincible Abaddon took away one defeat.

Oh, it seems there's only one head.

A war commander must maintain his dignity.

He replied.

"Oh...."

"Look me in the eye, you bastard!"

"Where!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce's psionic energy surged and burned violently, and a vast expanse of pure white psionic energy poured wildly into Abaddon's shattered divine body from the point of contact.

The divine, purifying, and chaos-destroying flames raged wildly throughout his limbs and bones, burning and disintegrating all the remaining powers of the four gods.

This is a punishment unique to Demon Hunters.

Abaddon's divine body was cracking inch by inch, black mist was rising, his flesh and blood were scorched, and his soul was repeatedly ground by the flames. The extreme pain far exceeded all the wounds he had suffered in ten thousand years of war.

The immortal body, blessed by the four gods, is rapidly carbonizing, disintegrating, and incinerating, its magnificent battle form on the verge of turning to ashes.

"No!!!"

"ah!!!"

In the final moments before the psionic flames were about to completely consume him and his soul was about to be annihilated, Abaddon, unable to withstand the extreme torture, finally broke down and gave up resistance.

With a hoarse, broken throat, burning with pain, he managed to squeeze out the last three words: "Tarasin—"