"Come on! Abaddon!"

Horus roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder.

He raised the Worldbreaker hammer high, and the hammer was shining with the light of the Emperor's fire, as if taunting Abaddon.

Abaddon's response was equally shocking. The sword in his hand suddenly burst into a blood-red flame. This flame was not an ordinary flame, but a blood-flame battle axe materialized by the psychic energy of Khorne.

There was a raging fire burning on the battle axe, and the red power of Khorne covered the entire axe blade. What was even more horrifying was that millions of dead souls were wailing on the axe blade, and their pain and fear seemed to be integrated into the battle axe.

As Abaddon roared, his muscles suddenly swelled, each muscle was as hard as steel, and his body became enormous, as if he was a giant rising from the abyss.

Every step he took left a burning skull mark on the ground, and the high temperature emitted by these marks made it impossible to get close.

Facing such a terrifying Abaddon, Horus showed no fear. He used the Emperor's fire as energy and condensed it on the World Breaker Hammer.

The tip of this hammer gleams with a holy light, forming a stark contrast to Abaddon's Bloody Axe.

Horus swung his Worldbreaker hammer and slashed hard at Abaddon's Bloody Axe.

The war hammer and the bloody axe collided, making a harsh sound of metal friction.

The holy hammer blade cut the blood axe into iron slag easily like cutting tofu.

However, Abaddon did not back down.

The blood of Khorne that spurted out of his broken finger turned into powerful spiritual energy, rushing towards Horus like a raging torrent. Seeing this, Horus immediately shot out the golden spiritual energy given by Yang Cheng from the palm of his primarch's hand.

The golden spiritual energy turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed straight towards Abaddon.

Five enormous forces intertwined in mid-air. The five colors of spiritual energy, gold, red, green, blue and purple, collided with each other, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

These five spiritual energies intertwined around the two people's bodies like billions of lightning bolts, forming a huge energy vortex.

Without hesitation, Horus raised his Worldbreaker hammer and delivered the first blow.

The blow was so powerful that it was like billions of stars were ignited, smashing towards Abaddon with a force that could destroy the world.

Abaddon showed no sign of weakness, he raised his magic sword and met Horus' attack.

The magic sword contains a powerful force, which comes from the demon born from the first murder of mankind. It is an indescribable evil force.

At this moment, the demon was roaring excitedly. Abaddon raised his sword and blocked Horus's attack directly, even showing a tendency to suppress it slightly.

However, they still underestimated Yang Cheng's strength. Although on the surface, this battle seemed to be just a duel between Abaddon and Horus, in fact, the initiative of this fierce battle had always been in the hands of the Chaos Four Gods and Yang Cheng.

The Four Chaos Gods skillfully manipulated Abaddon, while Yang Cheng controlled Horus with equal precision. Both of them released their power without reservation and launched frantic attacks on each other.

Hammers and swords flew in the air, making a series of sharp collision sounds. The terrifying collision sounds made the entire space shocked by the fierce battle.

Both sides abandoned defense, discarded all distractions, and resolutely chose to fight head-on.

The black and red spiritual energy and the golden spiritual energy collided violently in the wide space, bursting out with dazzling light.

Abaddon tried his best to pierce Horus' chest with the sword, but in the face of Yang Cheng's powerful golden psychic power, his efforts were almost in vain.

For a while, both sides were in a stalemate and neither could break through the other's defense.

They can only rely on their own psychic powers and combat skills to fight each other continuously, trying to find each other's flaws.

A few seconds later, a barely perceptible golden light flashed in the depths of Horus' pupils. That was the tactical instructions transmitted by Yang Cheng at the subspace level.

He deliberately caused a 0.3 second delay in the attack of the World Breaker Hammer, and a few beads of artificial hydraulic oil suddenly splashed out from the seams of the right shoulder armor.

This flaw was so subtle that it seemed to have been calculated by a quantum computer, and it was right at the edge of Abaddon's most sensitive threshold of combat instinct.

"Successful!"

Abaddon's nerve bundles burst into extraordinary reaction speed under the blessing of Khorne, and the magic sword suddenly split into twelve bloody afterimages.

The corrupted tendons blessed by Nurgle squirmed wildly on his arms, causing the speed of this thrust to instantly break the sound barrier, and the millions of wronged souls entangled around the tip of the sword let out a shrill scream.

Horus even saw tiny blood crystals condensing along the path of the sword.

Abaddon was fast, but not fast enough.

In Horus' dynamic vision enhanced by golden psionic energy, everything seemed as clear as slow motion.

When the magic sword was only thirty centimeters away from the breastplate, the power claw on his left hand suddenly fell and stabbed forward.

"You rely too much on the gifts of the evil god, Ezekiel."

Horus' voice was suddenly mixed with multiple echoes of Yang Cheng.

A complete pattern of Terra's star tracks appeared on the surface of the World Breaker Hammer. The Emperor's Fire bursting out from the hammer head completed a phase change in one ten-thousandth of a second, transforming into flowing white neutron star matter.

This seemingly ordinary sweep actually contained enough energy to ignite an entire galaxy.

The moment the hammer touched Abaddon's right arm, the Chaos Armor blessed by Khorne first vaporized into dark red plasma, followed by his genetically reinforced bones. Those carbon fiber structures that had been soaked in the energy of the Warp for tens of thousands of years were crushed like biscuits under the pressure of the physical laws of the real universe.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Abaddon's screams were mixed with the laughter of the four evil gods.

They mocked and felt Abaddon's pain, then gave him a billionth of their own power.

The pink-purple Slaanesh psionic energy tried to reconstruct the flesh and blood, the pale green Nurgle plague weaved new organs, the blue Tzeentch flames outlined the blueprint of the skeleton, and the red Khorne energy directly condensed into energy arms.

Horus did not give Abaddon a chance to breathe. The metal ground where he stepped burst into golden lily-like energy ripples.

Yang Cheng's psychic martial arts were displayed at this moment, and every swing of the hammer accurately hit the intersection of the four gods' energy flows.

The tactical data stream transmitted by Yang Cheng through the psychic link allowed Horus to predict the frequency of each wave of subspace energy. It felt like using a tuning fork to shatter glass of a specific frequency.

But the power of the evil god was beyond calculation. When Abaddon's new arm grasped Horus' ankle, it was covered with the eyes of Nurgle that were opening and closing.

Every eyeball was replaying the most tragic plague scene in human history. The wails of patients with the Black Death and the convulsions of victims of the genetic virus were directly injected into Horus' brain through the tactile nerves.

Horus's visual sensors suddenly displayed millions of death countdowns, each number made up of wriggling maggots.

In the moment when Horus was stunned, Abaddon launched another attack.