"No need to say more! Abaddon!"

The moment Horus' claws tore open the curtain of the warp, Abaddon's magic sword had already slashed to the door of the Primarch's face.

This is one of the decapitation sword techniques within the Luna Wolves Legion. Ten thousand years ago, Abaddon used this move to kill an orc boss in Ullanor.

But at this moment, Horus held the sword with just two fingers, as calmly as correcting a recruit on the training ground.

"Abaddon, your tactics have obviously regressed."

"You've been in Chaos for too long. Have you even forgotten swordsmanship?"

Horus' sigh caused ripples to appear on the metal floor of the bridge.

Then, Horus's power claws suddenly swept across, several sparks burst out of Abaddon's chest armor, and the whole person was knocked flying and crashed through the seven-story explosion-proof hatch.

And within the Black Legion, chaos quietly began.

Valak's chainsword hung over the throat of his former comrade.

The visor of the World Eater warrior before him cracked, revealing a face he had known since the siege of Galadron.

"Drop your weapons, Orrick!"

The roars of the Space Marines who chose to serve Horus resonated with their gene-seed.

"That's our Primarch! I can't possibly kill him!"

In response he heard the whistling sound of the power axe.

As Orrik's axe blade was about to fall, it suddenly deflected and split the Khorne demon next to it in half.

The entire boarding deck was engulfed in chaos. Some Space Marines who were persuaded by Horus turned their guns on the Chaos followers, while the Doomsday Troopers who were still loyal to Abaddon used melta weapons to melt the hatches; more Space Marines knelt on the ground, allowing the two genetic instructions to burn their nerve bundles to ashes.

Their genes of loyalty to Horus made them unwilling to kill each other, except for a small number who had completely betrayed them and whose genes had been completely contaminated by Chaos.

Abaddon suddenly rose from the ruins, and the magic sword left three afterimages.

The first sword slashed towards Horus' carotid artery, but when it was blocked by the battle claws, it suddenly changed its move and stabbed the power backpack interface; the second sword swept across the lower body with black flames, but a gap was created when it came into contact with the Primarch's knee pads; the third sword's feint was followed by a knee strike, which was resolved by Horus' elbow.

"Too slow." The decomposition speed of Horus's claws suddenly increased. "What about the speed in Ullanor?"

When the demon sword and the Worldbreaker hammer collided for the 14th time, Abaddon's arm armor exploded.

The enormous force shattered his wrist armor, and waves of severe pain were irritating Abaddon's nerves.

"You are weaker than I thought, Abaddon."

The two fought from the lower cargo hold to the command deck, smashing nine demon engines along the way.

Abaddon seized the moment when Horus was distracted to purify the warship, and pierced the magic sword into the gap of the Primarch's shoulder armor. Black flames gushed along the fangs of the Warmaster: "This is the power given by Chaos..."

However, before Abaddon's voice fell, golden psychic energy suddenly spread up.

Then, Horus suddenly slammed his forehead into Abaddon's visor. The loud sound of the skulls colliding shattered the eardrums of the twenty Chaos warriors watching the battle nearby.

As the Warmaster stumbled back, the wound on the Primarch's shoulder armor had healed, but Abaddon's helmet was permanently branded with the mark of his clawed fist.

Waves of golden spiritual energy guarded Horus like a shield.

In the engine room passage, six hundred Space Marines of the Luna Wolves formed a shield wall.

Their bolters spewed the wrath of the Emperor, driving the Chaos cultists into radiation reactors.

The two sides engaged in a scuffle in the narrow cabin, and in front of the Primaris Luna Wolves, the thousand-year-old veterans of the Black Legion were like small shrimps.

All I could see was the sound of the salvo of explosive bombs tearing apart the oxygen membrane, and the golden-bronze shell casings pouring down like a rainstorm.

The Luna Wolves' assault squad advanced in a trident formation, their MK4 armored ceramic knee pads crushing the chaos rune fragments on the ground.

The Black Legion Terminators returned fire with melta weapons, molten streams brushing against the Loyalists' shoulder armor and melting the rear view windows into waterfalls of boiling glass.

The sparks from the collision between the chainsaw sword and the power axe ignited the leaking hydraulic oil, and the flames shot up along the fuel pipe of the power backpack into a seven-meter-high column of fire.

A Luna Wolves veteran was pressed into the deck by the Hellbeast's hydraulic claws, his breastplate twisted and burst under fifty tons of pressure, his broken ribs pierced the power lines, and the splashing arcs ignited the blasphemous fuel of the demon engine.

Despite this, even after suffering such severe damage, the veteran was still able to pull out the grenade and throw it into the cabin of the hell beast.

Inside the massive transport bay, the Luna Wolves' Land Raiders' twin laser cannons tore through the tank's front armor, and molten metal droplets solidified into deadly shotgun shells in zero gravity.

As the Hellbeast leaped, the blasphemous engine on its back overloaded and exploded, and the flying gear fragments embedded in the visors of five warriors who were loading thermal bombs.

Under such heavy damage, the five Space Marines quickly found cover and threw out the melta bombs in their hands.

The wreckage of the Thunderhawk gunship spiraled and collided under the effect of the vacuum siphon, and the burst of metal hurricane cut the entire team of boarding soldiers into flesh and blood ice crystals.

The melta weapon array fired simultaneously, and the hexagonal energy web melted the Chaos Lord and his mount into abstract sculptures.

The overloaded energy core triggered a chain explosion, and the shock wave overturned three petrified lizard cannons that were loading ammunition. The rolling gun barrels crushed the plague warriors who were unable to dodge.

Outside the battleship, the corrosive spore cloud hit the suddenly activated void shield and degenerated into basic proteins in the huge force field.

The Loyalist commandos' melta bombs blew open the blast door, and the high-temperature plasma flow evaporated the Nurglings behind the door into green steam.

The spinning chainsword pierced into the Plague Warrior's swollen abdomen, and the spurting acidic pus and blood corroded the seams of the power armor.

Purification flamethrowers swept across the incubator, and the chaos gene seeds in the glass tubes exploded in the holy fire.

A Black Legion pharmacist who was trying to move the incubator had a laser sniper rifle piercing his eyepiece, an out-of-control neurotoxin syringe pierced his femoral artery, and his swollen body exploded into an organic coating that covered half of the wall.

The metal fangs of the assault boat wreckage pierced the landing deck, and the tracer trajectories of the explosive bombs weaved a death grid in the vacuum.

The moment the Vengeful Spirit's boarding hook penetrated the void shield, twenty Chaos Marauders were smashed into pieces by inertia.

The power sword pierced into the crack of the docking port, the loyal champion used his shoulder armor to knock open the deformed hatch, and the rotating chainsaw instantly crushed the pelvises of the three defenders.

The pressure wave generated by the explosion of the melta bomb in the airtight cabin squeezed the internal organs of the soldiers on both sides out of their mouths and noses.

The floating plasma boils and vaporizes under the irradiation of the laser beam, condensing on the surface of the power armor to form scarlet ice armor.

A sniper from the Black Legion was pushed into the void by the recoil of his own sniper rifle, his frozen fingers still on the trigger as he fired the last three explosive bullets.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the gods!"

Tens of thousands of Space Marines are fighting here, without any fancy moves or techniques.

It's just the most primitive and purest fighting.

In the blue light of plasma overload, the crisp sound of the power glove shattering the ceramic steel neck guard was particularly clear.

The spinning servo-arms tore out the Chaos Technician's mechanical heart, and the splashing hydraulic fluid burned in blue flames under the reactor radiation.

The moment the loyalists' power hammers smashed open the control panel, uncontrolled energy arcs carbonized the entire Chaos team into twisted statues.

On the other side, the battle between Horus and Abaddon reached its climax.

Horus suddenly changed his tactics. He raised his hammer, the Worldbreaker, and attacked Abaddon fiercely.

The first blow broke the breastplate, and the golden spiritual energy and chaotic spiritual energy intertwined together like two lightning bolts.

The second blow was aimed at Abaddon's knee. The huge force easily shattered Abaddon's knee armor. This terrifying force made Abaddon dare not fight hard, and he instead chose the tactic of using softness to overcome hardness.

After the third feint caused the Warmaster to block, the fourth blow directly shattered the power backpack of Abaddon's Terminator armor.

As Abaddon fell to his knees, the Primarch's boot crushed the gauntlet of his magic sword.

"Give up, Abaddon." Horus held the hammer of the Worldbreaker above Abaddon's head. "I will grant you a merciful death."

"In the name of the Emperor."

However, as soon as Horus' voice fell, Abaddon suddenly drew out a dagger and stabbed himself in the abdomen, and Chaos Blood splattered in the Primarch's eyes.

Taking advantage of Horus' brief distraction, the Warmaster bit the bridge console with his fangs, and Abaddon attempted to activate the warp self-destruction program with pure physical strength.

"Ahahahaha! You impostor!"

“This is a gift from the gods!”

However, before Abaddon could trigger the self-destruction program, he was controlled by golden psionic energy, and then the huge force smashed him through an entire battleship.

At that moment, five completely different spiritual energies suddenly appeared in this cramped space like lightning.

These five spiritual energies come from different extreme emotions of human beings. They are intertwined and collide with each other, but are independent of each other, forming a strange and shocking scene.

The place where Horus and Abaddon were located seemed to be stretched and twisted by an invisible force. The originally narrow space became infinitely vast in the blink of an eye, as if there was no end.

"Go and corrupt your father." A deep and tempting voice echoed in this vast space.

"Let him feel our gift, feel our courage, feel our eternity, feel our wisdom, feel our joy."

Another voice sounded immediately afterwards, revealing an irresistible charm in this voice.

"Let him join our big family." The third voice echoed with an intoxicating tenderness.

As these three voices rang out, four figures appeared quietly behind Abaddon like ghosts.

The four figures were shrouded in chaotic light, and their specific faces could not be seen clearly, but their power and mystery could be felt from their vague outlines.

At the same time, chaotic whispers also sounded in this space. These whispers intertwined together to form a dizzying noise, as if countless souls were groaning and wailing in pain.

Red, green, blue and purple, four psychic powers spread across Abaddon's body like flames.

These four forces intertwined and penetrated each other, merging with Abaddon's own dark power, causing his body to emanate a strange and terrifying aura.

Supported by this powerful force, Abaddon slowly stood up from the ruins.

His body was shrouded in chaotic light, and his specific features could not be seen clearly, but from his tall and majestic figure one could feel his power and arrogance.

In the darkness, four pairs of eyes were fixed on Horus in the distance like four sharp arrows.

These four gazes revealed a desire and hostility towards Horus, as if Horus was their prey.

And the figure of Horus slowly emerged from the darkness under the cover of smoke and dust.

A golden light emanated from his body, which formed a sharp contrast with the chaotic light emanating from Abaddon.

Behind him, there was a figure that was also emitting golden light. This figure was tall and majestic, giving people a sense of sacred and inviolable majesty.

"Father?"

Horus said excitedly as he looked at the golden psychic energy attached to himself and the figure beside him.

"I will help you, Horus."

At this moment, Abaddon and Horus were no longer fighting alone, but a battle between the Four Chaos Gods and Yang Cheng.

Abaddon's sword pierced the deck, and the bridge instantly collapsed into a warp vortex.

The brass skull symbolizing Khorne rises from the sea of ​​blood, and eight blood tornadoes entwine the Warmaster's left arm. The plague garden symbolizing Nurgle blooms on the right arm, and corrupt vines penetrate the gaps in the power armor.

The amethyst chains of Slaanesh extend from the spine, and phantoms laugh shrilly in the ears; the blue flame skull of Tzeentch floats above the head, and billions of runes weave vicious spells.

Four torrents of divinity converged on the magic sword, and the sword body split open a scarlet eye, spewing out a chaotic torrent that tore through reality.

On the other side, the hammer in Horus's hand burst out with golden and white light.

The Emperor's fire burned in Horus' left eye, and then the flame condensed into a materialized Sky Eagle, and every feather of the Sky Eagle was engraved with the Oath of the Custodes; chains were wrapped around his right arm, and huge psychic energy wrote strange runes in the void.

The deck beneath the Primarch's feet reorganized into a throne relief, and sacred geometry spread from the pupils, cutting the chaotic vortex into a regular lattice.

The two-color spiritual energy merged into a spiral spear of light, and the moment it collided with the chaotic torrent, this infinite space was illuminated in absolute pure white.

"Ahahaha! Cursed One! Didn't you say you refused to become a god? Why are you using the power of a god?"

A mocking voice was heard, and immediately followed by Yang Cheng's disdainful response.

"I am above all of you gods, so isn't it normal for me to use the power of lowly things like you?"

"I even feel like I've dirty my hands by using this power."

Hearing Yang Cheng's ridicule, the four gods did not get angry, but sneered instead.

"O great cursed one..."

"I hope you can come at the end..."

"Your tone is just as harsh as it is now..."

As Slaanesh's voice rang out, purple psionic energy surged like a wave.

"You can tell whether I'm hard or not by trying it now, big purple crab." Yang Cheng retorted.