Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The battle axe slashed down!

If this axe strikes firmly, Abaddon's head will be nailed to the flagpole of Saint Harbor, just like Harken's.

But just as the axe blade struck, Lawson felt a tremor in the warp.

Four hands reached out from behind reality at the same time.

Crimson fury, corrupting compassion, treacherous blue flames, and cloying desire.

Four forces are simultaneously tearing at reality.

Lawson's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Shameless!"

The endogenous psionic energy was instantly suppressed.

The swarm nodes lit up simultaneously, as if reality were being stretched taut by an invisible giant net. The air emitted a shrill groan, the dust in the cracks in the ground was pressed back onto the stone slabs, and even the distant flames seemed to briefly collapse inward by an inch.

But the four gods did not descend.

They just want to get rid of a common spokesperson.

Beneath Abaddon, a black and red crack suddenly opened.

The War General's half-body was dragged into the subspace.

Lawson's battle axe fell, shattering the ground and cutting through the black fire at the edge of the crack, but it was a fraction of a second too late.

Just a moment.

Abaddon's lower body had already disappeared into the warp.

His face was covered in blood, his helmet was shattered, but a cold smile still tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Losen".

"Next time I come back, I'll slaughter Vigilant Star."

The fissure continued to devour him.

Lawson suddenly dropped the Angron Battle Axe.

No one had time to react.

Lawson pounced on him.

He gripped Abaddon's arms with both hands, his fingers biting into the gaps in the armor like iron hooks.

"You stay here, you bastard!"

boom!

The subspace rift contracted suddenly.

Lawson was dragged forward.

The ground beneath his feet exploded, and two deep trenches plowed from his heels all the way to the flagpole steps.

Abaddon's lower body was in the warp, while his upper body was stuck on the edge of reality.

On one side are the Four Gods of Chaos.

On one side is Lawson.

They started a tug-of-war, separated by a crack.

Horus's Claws lashed out, five sharp blades scraping across Lawson's breastplate, sparks raining down like a waterfall.

Drachnien hummed in Abaddon's other hand, the darkness on the blade churning like a living thing.

Abaddon was also putting in effort.

He wanted to drag Lawson in with him.

As soon as Lawson enters the warp, the power of the Four Gods will immediately overwhelm him.

Calgary stepped forward.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal!"

Tigurius raised his staff, but the psychic energy he had just gathered was bounced back by the turbulent currents at the edge of the rift.

The bottom of the staff left a scorch mark on the black stone ground.

He gritted his teeth and said, "We can't get past them!"

The surrounding force field has been distorted.

The stone slab snapped in mid-air and was torn to powder. The nearby dust was drawn into thin lines and then disappeared at the edge of the crack.

If an ordinary soldier were to step inside, he would only become minced meat, iron filings, and the lingering echo of his soul.

Haldo Frostskin forced his way forward two steps, only to be knocked back three steps by an invisible force.

Sparks flew from the sole of his boot as he cursed angrily.

Damn it!

From the depths of the rift, countless whispers emerged.

Temptation, curses, mockery, roars.

It's like four divine kingdoms simultaneously pressing their mouths to the wounds of reality.

Abaddon stared at Lawson.

"Come on, come with me into the warp."

Lawson clenched his teeth.

"dream."

In the next instant, he switched forms.

Living metal surged from the gaps in the armor, enveloping the limbs like a silver-black wave.

The skeleton is lengthened, the muscles expand, and the armor structure is reconstructed simultaneously.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure of the Empire's Dark Side grew into a five-meter-tall giant before everyone's eyes.

Bear Guard combat form.

All the Imperial Chapter Masters were dumbfounded.

Haldo opened his mouth.

"He can get bigger?"

Stronus's prosthetic eye twitched wildly, almost drawing out a glimmer of light.

"Morphological transformation. Genetic template reconstruction. Living armor adaptation. Data anomaly... no, data corruption."

Calgary looked at the five-meter-tall figure and finally understood.

The Master of the Seal still had a trump card up his sleeve when he fought Abaddon.

In the shadows, Ash Velos's smile vanished for a moment.

She was beaten by this body.

Lawson's arm muscles tensed simultaneously with his living metal armor.

The black stone ground beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, and he became like a steel mountain nailed into reality.

Subspace is dragged back.

Lawson pulled him back.

one second.

Abaddon's shoulder armor began to deform.

two seconds.

The internal interfaces of the Terminator armor burst open one by one, and blood and black engine oil gushed out from the gaps in the armor.

three seconds.

A tearing sound, sharp and grating, came from deep within the shoulder joint.

Horus's Claws retaliated fiercely, their blades carving five deep grooves into Lawson's Armor.

Lawson roared.

"Leave!"

Stab it!

The first arm was torn off.

Horus's Claw, along with the severed arm, was pulled back to reality by Lawson from Abaddon's shoulder.

Flesh, nerves, armor cables, and the Warp Blessing all broke simultaneously.

Abaddon let out a scream.

That was the instinctive roar that erupted when the body, soul, and millennia-old war machine were violently dismantled.

The crack vibrated violently.

The power of the four gods suddenly increased.

The black and red crack expanded like a living mouth, trying to swallow Abaddon's remains whole.

Abaddon's remaining half of his body was dragged backward violently.

Lawson's other hand was still gripping his sword-wielding hand.

Draknien screamed.

The demonic sword seemed to finally realize that the situation was out of control, and the darkness on its blade swirled wildly, trying to bite into Lawson's wrist.

Lawson's foot slid forward another half foot.

The black stone ground crumbled into dust beneath his feet.

His eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened again.