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Kirsaj, who had vanished without a trace, did not give them much of a chance to ask questions. At this moment, before the Chaos Fleet had fully assembled, the primary task was to quickly defeat the Black Fleet led by Abaddon.

"This is an intolerable blasphemy!" Abaddon's eyes widened in fury as he stared fiercely at the Shadowmoon Wolf emblem on the giant warship called the Unyielding Soul opposite him.

That symbol was all too familiar to him, for it represented the legion that had been forgotten by the human empire for ten thousand years, the very predecessor of the Black Legion—the once mighty Sixteenth Legion.

However, at this moment, this legion's insignia, which should have been sleeping in the long river of history, has appeared openly on an imperial warship.

With just a touch of Chaos-style embellishment and a black paint job, the Unyielding Soul will be transformed into a chilling Vengeance Soul.

The Black Legion veterans who witnessed this scene were all enraged; they found it hard to accept such blatant humiliation and provocation.

"Has a new chapter joined this war?" Malakin also noticed the prominent insignia on the Unyielding Soul, which, according to rumors, should be the emblem of the Shadowmoon Wolves Chapter. "Could it be a sub-chapter of the Space Wolves...? But that doesn't seem quite right; the Space Wolves have never had any sub-chapters before."

"In any case, such an ancient warband deserves our respect." Amarridge didn't see any problem with it; those adults could always pull off miracles, couldn't they?

Amidst the roars of the Black Legion veterans and the respect of the Imperial soldiers, the Unyielding Soul followed the Emperor of the Force in launching its attack.

"Black Legion...withdraw." Abaddon gritted his teeth and gave the order. Although the raging fire in his heart was almost burning, making him want to rush up and tear the fake Shadowmoon Wolves on the Unyielding Soul to shreds, the reality of the situation bound his hands and feet like heavy shackles, allowing him no room for impulsiveness or recklessness.

However, the Imperial Navy, now reinforced, clearly did not intend to let this black fleet go easily.

Whether it was the magnificent white and gold warships of the Sunlight Fleet from the Solar Starfield, or the vengeful warships of the Gothic Fleet that had once successfully repelled Abaddon, they all charged toward the Black Fleet like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

Their artillery fire poured down relentlessly on the engine sections of the black fleet, like a dense rain.

Because everyone knows that once the engines of these Chaos warships are damaged, the Imperial Navy, which will arrive in droves, will crush them mercilessly with overwhelming force.

Faced with such a predicament, Abaddon fell silent.

Since he embarked on his thirteenth Black Crusade, everything seemed to have become exceptionally difficult, with various setbacks and obstacles coming one after another. Fate seemed to have completely abandoned him, no longer favoring this once majestic Chaos Warmaster.

Just then, a strange and mysterious voice suddenly rang out in the bridge of the Vengeance Soul: "You might want to see something."

Abaddon stood up abruptly, looking solemnly in the direction from which the sound came, his eyes filled with vigilance and doubt.

Who made this sudden sound? And what could it be referring to as "something"? Countless questions flooded Abaddon's mind in an instant.

"...Lower your head." Kirsage wanted to give a good scolding to the old man in yellow. She was already considered tall, but she looked like a dwarf compared to the Space Marines who were generally over 2.6 meters tall.

"Who are you?" Abaddon didn't make a move; anyone who could appear on the bridge of the Vengeance Soul without triggering any alarms was not easy to deal with.

"By your titles, God will be chosen forever."

"Heh..." Abaddon's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "How could the Eternal Chosen One be something as insignificant as you? It's utterly absurd!"

His contemptuous laughter echoed in the air, as if it were about to shatter the other person's self-esteem completely.

Abaddon knew all too well that the true eternal chosen one had received the supreme blessing of Khorne!

In this way, his physique and muscle strength are far superior to those of the little guy in front of him.

At the very least, they are no less formidable than the Space Marines.

However, just as Abaddon was about to continue his taunts, a terrifying and chilling psychic power suddenly erupted.

This powerful psionic energy pressed down like an unshakeable mountain, forcefully pinning Abaddon to the ground.

His knees buckled involuntarily, and he finally collapsed heavily onto the cold, hard ground.

"You have a problem with me!?" Killer Saber's eyes widened in anger, burning with fierce flames.

Her angry words exploded like thunder, making the surrounding air tremble.

At the same time, even more violent and surging psionic energy poured out from Tzeentch's Eye, unstoppable like a flood bursting its banks.

The katana bestowed by Khorne gleamed with an eerie and dazzling light, instantly igniting eternal, inextinguishable hellfire within Kearsarge's ship rigging.

The flames flickered, licking everything around them, emitting waves of heat and a pungent smell of sulfur.

Moreover, Abaddon also smelled a strange and alluring musky scent.

The fragrance was like an invisible hand, gently tugging at his heartstrings, causing him to become somewhat lost in it.

Abaddon's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he inwardly groaned.

Could it be that the Blood God actually chose such a seemingly powerless woman as His eternal divine choice? This was truly beyond his expectations!

At this moment, the situation has reversed.

Abaddon knew he was in a completely disadvantaged position; as the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

So, suppressing his humiliation and resentment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you. Please forgive me."

In his view, the other Chaos cultists on the bridge had long since turned into various disgusting lumps of flesh. Under Kirsaj's power, they gradually merged into the Soul of Vengeance, becoming her flesh and blood walls, forever with her.

Actually, Kirsaëns wasn't that annoyed. After all, if it really came down to comparison, no one in the material universe could match the tonnage of an Ark-ship. But it also made Abaddon understand what true power was.

“Look up, look here.” Kearsarge showed Abaddon a terminal.

Sensing that the restraints on his head had been released, Abaddon suppressed his anger, looked up, and saw a scene on the terminal that made his heart skip a beat.

The video playing on the terminal was none other than the scene of a Holy Guard removing his helmet in front of a Black Legion veteran.