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**Edge of Fear: Shadow Corridor**

Kronkz traversed the warp, his body sometimes transforming into black mist, sometimes solidifying, shifting between reality and nightmare with each step. His laughter echoed in the void, manic yet carrying a strange rhythm, as if chanting an ancient curse.

&34; Ryan~ Ryan~ &34; He hummed softly, his black fingernails scratching across the wall, leaving bloody marks, &34; Next time, I will string your offspring into wind chimes~ &34;

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

A golden light pierced the darkness from the shadows ahead.

Russell.

The Commander of the Guards held a Godslayer Axe, the runes on its blade remaining pure despite the corruption of the warp. Behind him, ten Silent Lords (the Guards' most elite hunting squads) silently appeared, their armor engraved with anti-psionic runes, their gazes beneath their masks colder than the void itself.

"The game is over, clone." Russell's voice was like a judgment.

Koz's grin stretched from ear to ear: "New toy! Much more fun than the Dark Angel!"

He vanished instantly, and the next second, a Silent Lord's helmet was pierced by claws! But just as Coz was about to twist off the head—

&34;Bang!&34;

The Godslayer Axe cleaved his spine, black blood spurting out! Russell's attack was faster than the laws of physics; the runes on the axe blade scorched the clone's flesh, preventing its regeneration.

"Hahaha!" Coz laughed instead of getting angry, and swung his claw at Russell's throat. "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

The Imperial Guard commander dodged to the side, simultaneously striking Koz's temple with the handle of his axe. The ten Silent Lords seized the opportunity to deploy their hunting formation, their spears forming a psionic cage that sealed off the battlefield.

Coz's speed increased, his figure splitting into countless afterimages in the darkness, but Russell's golden pupils remained fixed on the true form. With each clash of the axe blade and claws, black blood and golden light splattered.

"You can't kill me!" the clone screamed, its fingernails suddenly elongating into ten black swords. "I am fear itself!"

Russell suddenly changed tactics; instead of attacking the flesh, the axe blade slashed at the shadow beneath Coz's feet!

No! No!

For the first time, Koz showed a look of terror. His shadow was pinned to the axe blade, his body stiffening as if struck by lightning. The spears of the Silent Lords instantly pierced his limbs, chest, and throat!

"You're just a poor copy." Russell approached the clone pinned in mid-air. "The real Kurtz deserves at least a duel of honor."

Kronz's jet-black eyes began to fade, revealing mechanical, blood-red pupils beneath—traces of Vashtor's modifications. His voice suddenly turned cold and mechanical:

&34; Agreement...Terminated...Fear module...Exporting...&34;

Russell suddenly realized something: "He's uploading data! Stop him!"

Too late.

The clone's head suddenly exploded, and the swarm of nanobots scattered like black sand, forming a final, shimmering line of text in the air:

**&34; Fear endures. &34;**

The Silent Lords attempted to intercept them, but the nanobots instantly vaporized and merged into the warp.

……

Russell stood before the wreckage of the clone, the runes on the Godslayer Axe shimmering faintly. Guilliman's voice came through the communicator: "Is it over?"

&34；不。&34；禁军统帅望向恐惧之眼深处，&34；这只是个开始。阿巴顿已经得到了科兹的&39；恐惧算法&39；……下次出现的，可能是更完美的克隆体。&34；

He crushed the last piece of mechanical debris on the ground: "But we'll be ready."

……

**Fearful Eyes Borderlands: Steel Graveyard**

Abaddon stood on the bridge of the "Soul of Vengeance," his crimson visor reflecting the overwhelming undead fleet. Those eerie green, scythe-shaped warships blotted out the starry sky like swarms of locusts, and the World Engine, "Void Tomb," slowly unfolded, like a colossal metal beast awakening.

"These tin cans really know when to strike!" The War Master slammed his fist on the control panel. "All War Gangs, assemble! Let the Death Guards take the lead!"

Vashtor's mechanical tentacles connect to the bridge system: "It is recommended to activate the 'Flesh Furnace' protocol to corrode their living metal with Nurgle Plague."

Fabius Bayer huddled in the corner, nervously flipping through the data panel: "Give me three more months... and the clone of Koz will be able to break through the stability bottleneck..."

A projection of Saint Ives suddenly appeared beside Abaddon: "By the way, the Tzeentch archdemons have detected the Imperial fleet approaching."

Holographic star map unfolds—Guilliman's Ultramarines, Lane's Dark Angels, and Russell's Imperial Guard fleet, three golden torrents are rushing into the Eye of Terror from the real universe!

"Ha!" Abaddon's savage laugh caused the bridge lights to flicker. "Then let the metal skeletons and the traitors tear each other apart first!"

The Necromancer's world engine suddenly unleashed a pulse wave, instantly paralyzing the warp engines of all the Chaos warships. The Lord of Silence's projection appeared on every screen—

**Hand over cloning technology, or face annihilation.**

Abaddon responded by immediately activating the Star Destroyer main cannon of the "Soul of Vengeance," inserting the Dracani Sword into the control panel, channeling the power of the Four Gods into the cannon barrel, and unleashing a beam of light that pierced directly through the shield of the World Engine!

"I don't even kneel before emperors, why would I be afraid of this pile of scrap metal?!"

Just as Guilliman's flagship, the "Radiance of Macragge," completed its warp jump, it witnessed the spectacular sight of the Chaos and Undead fleets locked in a fierce battle.

&34; The War General and the Silent King are fighting like dogs? &34; Calga can't believe it, &34; Which side should we help? &34;

34; Help humanity. 34; Russell's God-Slaying Axe is aimed at the World Engine, 34; First destroy the Necromancer's control core, then deal with Abaddon. 34;

Lion's Imperial Shield [Reforged Counterfeit] gleamed with gold: "Similarly, metal is more dangerous than demons."

The battlefield instantly split into three death vortexes—

1. **Chaos Frenzy**: The Death Guard's Plague Ark crashes into the Necromancer fleet, the Nurgle virus corrodes the living metal, and Mortarion's scythe beheads countless Necromancer overlords.

2. **Necromancer Awakening**: The World Engine unleashes billions of nanites, devouring the flesh and blood of Chaos Warriors and reassembling them into mechanical zombies;

3. **Imperial Trial**: The Imperial Guard's Blackrock warships are specifically designed to counter Necromancer phase technology; each luminous spear can cause a mass shutdown of Necromancer ships within a kilometer radius.

Abaddon spotted Russell's flagship in the chaos, and the sword of Delaclan trembled with excitement: "Finally, a worthy opponent!"

Just as the three-way battle reached its most brutal moment, the world engine suddenly ceased its attack, and all the undead fleets simultaneously began warp-ing. The Silent King's final message sent chills down everyone's spines—

**Warning: Teronic mainframe fleet detected outside the galaxy. Priority overwrite. Initiate Harvest Protocol.**

Abaddon paused for a second, then burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahaha! The bugs have come at the perfect time!" He kicked aside the operator and took the helm himself, "Retreat! Let the Empire and the bugs play first!"

Guilliman looked gravely toward the edge of the star map—where the shadow of the Hive fleet had already obscured three star systems.

Russell's God-Slaying Axe was slightly hot: "The war... has only just begun."