Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson parried with his axe.

The axe blade was lowered.

Abaddon's kneecap slammed into Lawson's abdomen.

boom!

Lawson was knocked back two steps.

A low laugh came from the observation channel of the Chaos faction.

The Black Legion officers were invigorated.

The commander-in-chief gained the upper hand.

On the Empire's side, the expressions of several chapter commanders turned solemn.

Calga's gaze remained fixed on the two of them.

Varo Tigurius stood beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Commander, if you were to face Abaddon, what are your chances of winning?"

Calga remained silent for a moment.

"uncertain."

"He is very strong."

"If I win, I will be seriously injured."

Abaddon continued to press the attack.

Drachnien struck three times in quick succession, forcing Lawson to move to the side.

Horus's Claw seized an opening, grazed the shoulder armor of Lawson, and tore off a large piece of the living metal outer layer.

Lawson's battle axe then slashed diagonally, forcing Abaddon to break through his path.

Abaddon took the blow from the axe handle head-on, then used his claws to grip the back of the axe, thrusting the demonic sword straight at Lawson's throat.

Lawson turned his head to avoid it.

The sword's edge grazed the edge of his neck.

A line of blood appeared, but it was quickly suppressed by the golden fire.

Abaddon said coldly:

"That's it? Your mouth is sharper than your axe."

In the shadows, the Keeper whispered, "Fool, this human is warming up."

In the arena, Abaddon once again swung his sword down.

Lawson's rhythm suddenly changed, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"almost."

The trajectory of Angron's Battle Axe changed in the next instant.

Previously, Lawson's axe technique still retained a tentative quality, as if he was testing Abaddon's strength, speed, and weapon rhythm.

Now, the battle axe suddenly felt much heavier.

Mechanical extreme conditions are activated.

Lawson slashed horizontally, and Abaddon blocked with Drachneyon.

boom!

The war commander was forced back half a step for the first time.

His foot plowed a crack in the ground.

Abaddon's eyes darkened.

Lawson has caught up.

Vertical slash, diagonal chop, reverse flick, horizontal press.

Abaddon used his magic sword and claws to parry the opponent's attacks, only to find that the opponent's power suddenly seemed to have doubled.

Drachnien blocked the battle axe, and before Horus's Claw could retaliate, the next axe struck.

boom!

Abaddon was forced to retreat.

boom!

Retreat again.

boom!

The Warlord's Terminator armor shoulder was grazed by an axe blade, and the outer armor layer cracked.

The laughter in the chaos observation channel disappeared.

On the Empire's side, Haldor's eyes widened.

"Is this the real skill?"

Stronus's prosthetic eye flashed rapidly.

"The power output curve has changed significantly; it was not the limit before."

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was forced to retreat by Lawson.

Abaddon realized it too.

He roared, and Draknien burst forth with black flames, forcefully tearing apart the axe's momentum.

Horus's Claw simultaneously pierced towards Lawson's chest.

Lawson released the axe handle with his left hand and grabbed Abaddon's wrist guard directly.

The claw blade was only half a foot away from his chest.

Abaddon tried to pull his arm back forcefully.

I can't pull it out.

Lawson kicked him in the side of his kneecap.

Abaddon swayed.

The handle of the battle axe slammed hard onto his helmet.

boom!

The side of Abaddon's helmet was cracked.

Lawson moved closer, grabbed Abaddon's shoulder and wrist armor, and suddenly exerted force.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Chaos War General was swung up by Lawson.

The first time I smashed the ground.

boom!

The ground is cracked.

the second time.

boom!

The steps below the flagpole collapsed.

the third time.

boom!

The stone base beneath Harken's head was shaken open, and the iron nails made a sharp, trembling sound, as if the dead messenger was also watching the warlord being humiliated.

The Black Legion guards instinctively took a step forward.

Two dogs, three dogs, and the Mastiff guards blocked them at the same time.

The Black Legion Terminator could not stand by and watch the War General be humiliated like this.

The Imperial Chapter Commanders did not interfere with Lawson and Abaddon, but immediately intercepted the Black Legion guards.

Haldor slashed down a Chaos Terminator who tried to take a detour, cursing:

"Don't reach out your claws randomly during a one-on-one fight, Black Canned Food!"

In the center, Lawson slammed Abaddon into the ground for the fourth time.

Abaddon finally broke free of one hand, and Drachner slashed horizontally, forcing Lawson to let go.

The warlord turned over and got up.

His black armor was cracked in several places, his helmet was split, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fierce.

Lawson stepped forward, axe in hand.

step.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the black stone ground beneath his feet.

Just as Abaddon was about to roll over, his breastplate was stomped on by a foot.

Boom!

The Terminator's outer armor groaned under the strain. Abaddon braced himself with his arms and tried to lift his body, but in the next instant, an even more terrifying force pressed down on him.

He was forcefully stomped back to the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere.

Dust exploded between the two.

Lawson raised the Angron Battle Axe, its dark gold blade reflecting the distant flames of war, like a bronze moon about to set.

"What kind of bullshit war commander is this?"

"Vulnerable!"