Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 325: Abaddon's Arrival and Fulgrim's Fall (6K)

However, before both fleets arrived, the Traveler still had one thing to do: a few exchanges with the Daemons of Slaanesh. The Traveler admitted to being unfamiliar with Enkari, as most of the Daemons he knew well had already been destroyed by the Source. The combat power of Daemons varied wildly. A superior Daemon could injure a troubled Sanguinius and easily sweep hundreds of BAs off the table. (Yes, I'm looking at you, Kabanha.) A lesser one, on the other hand, might be banished by a seemingly ordinary-looking Captain. The same Daemons often performed quite differently in different situations. For example, the renowned Khorne Daemons, Angrath (the famous 888 Khorne Daemons in chess), were clearly winning a duel with an Inquisitor, only to act pretentiously and suffer a reversal.

"Guard the other places, leave this here to me." The traveler drew a finely crafted power sword. It wasn't a divine weapon, just sturdy enough. For the gods, aside from a few rare weapons, all others were practically the same. Pale blue flames swirled around the sword, dancing. "He" emerged from his hiding place and, with a teleportation motion, appeared before Enkali.

"Greetings, great Hidden One," Enkari said, bowing. As the dark side of the Eldar, Slaanesh, despite its supposed luxury and refinement, also possessed the Eldar's inherent affectation and affectation. In Enkari's view, no matter what, this great being was on the same level as his own god. Even if it weren't for the sake of so-called elegance, Enkari had to consider the future and avoid being targeted by this great being, whether in the Warp or the physical universe.

In fact, the Traveler is now willing to engage in verbal battles with the opponent for a while. After all, under the care of Slaanesh, it is difficult for his fragile clone to kill Enkali. The overall situation on his side is already decided, and the Traveler's clone is still of great use. So it is okay not to fight, or to fight less.

"You've already lost. In the big picture, I've already won this game," the traveler said.

"That is my lord's business, and I am merely a sharp sword." Enkali still maintained her human appearance, but she had transformed into four arms. "This battle is inevitable. My lord, I have prepared for you." Then, with a snap of her fingers, six summoning circles suddenly appeared on the ground. A moment later, six masked dancers emerged from them, followed by six Slaanesh Vanguards, and the third wave was six Slaanesh beasts!

"This is the Dark Prince's six-layer magic array army. I hope you will be satisfied." A smile appeared on Enkali's lips, but before the twisted smile on her face disappeared, the traveler waved his hand, and a vast spiritual energy rushed out, easily sealing the six teleportation arrays and locking in the next three waves of demons that had not been released in time.

"It's been so many years, and you're still using the same tactics? A bit of innovation, please?" the Traveler sneered. Then, a portal opened behind him, and a group of Dreadnoughts stepped onto the battlefield. Unleashing a burst of exorcist psychic energy, the Traveler instantly destroyed the opposing team's soul shields and defenses. Now, it would be up to the demons' agility and physical strength to withstand the automatic cannons, missiles, and lasers.

The Traveler has considerable experience dealing with demons. When these abominations from the Warp enter the real universe, they are enveloped and blessed by the power of the Warp (according to the rules, this is 5 + Special Protection). Using conventional weapons to directly attack the opponent's shield is obviously not a wise choice, so the Traveler chooses to use psychic power to counter psychic power, stripping away the opponent's psychic protection. This is a very meticulous task, and the Traveler spent over 200 years developing this system! He has completed every step from theoretical establishment to instant magic!

"My lord, your opponent is me." Enkali finally moved, brandishing four longswords blessed by Slaanesh. She charged at the Traveler. At that moment, a purplish, blurry figure loomed behind Enkali. Slaanesh had blessed Enkali, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hold her own for long. The Traveler gazed up, hesitating for a moment before drawing another short sword. With one long and one short, they met Enkali's attack! As their weapons collided in mid-air, a powerful storm of psychic energy engulfed half the cabin. The sharp, piercing sound of the clashing weapons could be heard across the entire ship. It wasn't simply sound waves, but a shriek of psychic energy!

Enkari's blade gleamed with purple psychic flames, and his four arms, like windmills, unleashed a torrential onslaught. The Traveler, on the other side, seemed slower, but each strike accurately parried the opponent's blow. If Slaanesh's attacks were characterized by ultimate agility and panache, the Traveler's counterattacks were characterized by ultimate precision and calculation. A blue and a purple storm swirled within the Paragon's hull, as the two sides danced on a knife's edge. Each strike was awe-inspiring, yet simultaneously precise and graceful. The powerful psychic energy and immense force made the clash devastating, even piercing several decks within the warship.

"Great Hidden One, we can fight until the end of time. You are unable to take care of your subordinates, and Eidolon can clean them all out." Enkali spoke.

"So what? As a demon, you should understand that the soul is the foundation of intelligent life. A body is just that. Perhaps someday in the future, you'll be pinned to the ground by one of them who has ascended," the traveler teased. His sword, not slowing down at all, repeatedly slashed at the demon's shield.

"In a way, you are no different from us," Enkali sneered.

"You bastard! What kind of person are you? How can you compare to me?" The Traveler flipped his longsword, piercing through the gap between the two longswords. As the tip of the sword collided with the psychic shield, the lavender shield shook violently, even cracking visible to the naked eye. This also filled Enkali with fear. If this shield granted by Slaanesh was broken, if he was hit again, every strike would be a critical hit!

Facts proved that the Great Daemon was simply inferior. Even with the blessing of the Heretic God, it still couldn't compare to an incarnation of the Traveler. After all, everything in the latter was created by the Traveler himself, sharing the same essence. And the Great Daemon, bearing the power of the Heretic God, was far less powerful. Facing the Traveler's increasingly fierce attacks, En'kari gradually fell into disarray. If it weren't for the occasional shielding of a Masked Dancer or a Vanguard of Slaanesh, En'kari might have already rolled back into the Warp. However, compared to the higher-ranking Great Daemon, these mid-level demons lacked the blessing of Slaanesh. One strike, one kill, the root of destruction!

"You are but puppets of Slaanesh. Used only as a buffer in crucial moments. Perhaps your utter destruction will merely serve as a spectacle for Slaanesh. Perhaps even a small measure of its pleasure." The Traveler casually cleaved a Slaanesh Vanguard in half, his blue psychic energy searing away its very essence. This time, N'kali didn't retort. A trace of contortion and embarrassment crossed her face. Clearly, she knew the Traveler was right!

The Traveler successfully held back the Great Daemon of Slaanesh and her daemon army, but on the other side, under Eidolon's command, Zavin's forces were slowly failing. Even though the Machine Spirit of the Paragon sided with Zavin, and even though the attackers were wary of the consequences, the sheer numbers allowed Eidolon to gradually gain control of the battlefield. A faint smile crossed his lips as he gazed upon the Loyalists' last bastion. He had already disabled the warship's reactor. With the engine room now under his control, everything would be settled. Victory was within reach!

At this moment, accompanied by a tremor in the warp, a huge fleet emerged from the void. When the loyalists were about to be defeated, Abaddon's fleet finally arrived!

"My lord, we have sighted Eidolon's fleet, and there seems to be a fierce battle going on on his flagship." An officer reported to Abaddon.

"I understand. Open the full-band communication and tell everyone here to lay down their weapons and remain silent. I'll give them half an hour. If they refuse, we will take all necessary measures." Abaddon said indifferently. At this time, his Tyrant became Horus's ship. Abaddon, who had originally thought that he could be with his father, suddenly felt very unhappy.

"As you command, my lord," the subordinate replied. Abaddon's fleet immediately launched a siege on Eidolon's fleet. In the name of the Primarch Horus and the Emperor's retainers, Abaddon, grasping the greater good, was unequivocal. Those who surrendered were spared, but those who refused were immediately opened fire. However, some warships could not be destroyed directly. The battle on the Paragon continued, and Abaddon had to capture the ship to ensure the safety of the Emperor's retainers and the remaining loyalist children, while also obtaining evidence.

"The fleet is in your hands, Tybalt Marr. You command it. If anyone attempts to force their way in, you know what to do," Abaddon said, already prepared. Behind him stood a team of Gastlins clad in Centurion Terminator power armor! These were the most militant and elite warriors in the entire Legion. They were Abaddon's brothers, comrades he could trust with his life.

"Yes, Lord Abaddon," Tybalt Mare responded.

"Let's go, prepare to board! In the name of the Father, purge the evil!" Abaddon said, leading over 100 Centurion Terminators and other warriors to board the Exemplar. With a flash of light, Abaddon appeared aboard the warship, which had been riddled with holes from within.

"This... this is such blasphemy!" Abaddon, who had never witnessed such a scene before, felt a wave of fear. The Traveler had indeed contained Enkari and her summoned demons, but Enkari's cruiser was also teeming with demons and Slaanesh worshippers disguised as mortals. These creatures no longer hid themselves in battle, their piercing screams and blasphemous smears covering the pitiful warship. And Eidolon's men, having unknowingly received Slaanesh's blessing, were even more depraved. Some had become completely corrupted and used as Slaanesh's toys.

"Abaddon? Join the joyful feast!" A twisted captain of the Imperial Sons noticed the intruder. A grotesque grin spread across his face. A pink tongue, over a foot long, dripped from it and the corners of his mouth. Saliva dripped from it, making a hissing sound as it hit the ground. His body was as slender as a noodle, yet his movements were unwavering. He rushed towards Abaddon, a boning saber in one hand and a tentacle in the other!

"Destroy all the blasphemies here! Kill them! And burn them to ash!" Abaddon felt his temples throbbing as he saw all this. Then, Abaddon was the first to charge forward, his Master Power Sword slashing down, slicing the corrupted captain in two. Gastlin, following behind, immediately followed his boss' orders with a flamethrower.

"Cleanse each room, each deck. I will not allow any blasphemous presence aboard the God-Emperor's warship." Abaddon barked orders over and over again. The Luna Wolves were highly skilled in combat. They swiftly dispatched their opponents, and eventually, Abaddon encountered Eidolon.

"Surrender, Eidolon, and I will grant you a dignified death." Abaddon said as he looked at the Emperor's Lord Commander in the distance, who had changed a little. His face had become thinner, and his body was emitting purple smoke.

"Haha, surrender? No, absolutely not. Abaddon, I am already on the path to perfection. I even embarked on this path earlier than my Primarch. This path will elevate us. Make us immortal." Eidolon raised the warhammer in his hand and shook it at Abaddon.

"Incorrigible bastard!" Abaddon waved his hand, clearly unwilling to waste any more time on this fellow. The accompanying Dreadnoughts began a frenzied barrage of gravity cannons, lasers, and autocannons. The enemy responded with sonic weapons. In this relatively narrow area, both sides engaged in a frenzied attack. At this moment, squadrons of Slaanesh Banshees appeared out of nowhere at the rear of the formation, catching Abaddon's heavy weapons team completely off guard.

However, the Children of Horus soon utilized advanced technology and coordinated efforts to gradually drive the Banshees from their ranks. Abaddon remained as valiant and skilled in combat, protecting his allies with his sharp blade while accurately distributing his firepower, gradually wiping out the Emperor's Children. Meanwhile, Zavin, entrenched in the engine room, rushed out, attacking Eidolon from both sides.

At this time, on several decks above, the Traveler was still fighting, but this time, in addition to Enkali, there was another Slaanesh Daemon standing in front of Him.

"Haha." The Traveler scoffed at N'kali, whose three arms he had severed and whose horns had sprouted from his head. He sensed that the course of fate had shifted. At the beginning, Slaanesh had the upper hand. But now, the tide had turned, and it was his turn to prevail. Don't be fooled by the appearance of another great demon. But his fate had been sealed. Slaanesh no longer had the ability to protect anyone other than N'kali and Eidolon. He was doomed today, the Traveler said! And if the Traveler operated properly, a third Slaanesh demon might also perish here!

"Your master can't afford to lose. He turned a limited defeat into a crushing defeat. I know what you're holding on to," the Traveler said with a smile. They were waiting for Fulgrim. Enkali and the others believed that as long as they could hold out until Fulgrim arrived, they had a chance to turn the tables. But unfortunately, at the outset of this game, the Traveler and Slaanesh had already determined the outcome. Fulgrim wasn't the key; the crucial thing was that Horus had arrived, and now he was on the Emperor's side!

"Fulgrim is here. Do you hear the pulse of the warp?" Enkali's poisonous blood dripped onto the deck, and instantly a cluster of flowers and plants grew out, exuding an intoxicating scent.

"You'll only lose more," the traveler said nonchalantly. He then launched an attack, charging towards the two distant demons and the demon army behind them. Meanwhile, just as Enkali had predicted, Fulgrim's fleet had arrived!

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"My lord. The Moon Wolves on the opposite side have sounded the alarm. They said that Lord Eidolon has done something that blasphemes human civilization. They demanded that Lord Eidolon surrender and launched an attack." The captain of the 17th Company, Kalimos, looked at Fulgrim sitting on the throne and said nervously.

At this moment, he also realized that Fulgrim was in an abnormal state. The Primarch tightly grasped the trophy he had obtained after exterminating the human civilization. His face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped from his head. The left side of his face was filled with panic, while the right side was obscured by his hair. The Primarch occasionally made strange noises. No one knew what he was doing or thinking.

"Eidolon's affair has been discovered. Damn it, didn't you say that undiscovered flaws are perfection?" Fulgrim muttered softly. His voice was no longer human, but more like a snake, making a hissing sound.

"That's because your plan is not perfect. Perfection is the ultimate goal, but the road to perfection is tortuous. You need to accept setbacks and overcome them." The Soul of the Sword responded.

"Eidolon will bring shame to the entire legion, and I will be reprimanded by my father! The Emperor's servants are here, and everything will be revealed. I will be thrown down from the clouds to the mortal world by my father. I will no longer be the perfect heir, and I will no longer be the face of the empire, and all this is because of you! Because of you, because of Enkali, because of Eidolon! Damn it, I was deceived!" Fugen roared loudly in his mind.

"Face yourself, Fulgrim, isn't what we give you what you pursue? On the road to pursuing perfection and joy, there will always be some people who don't understand you or even oppose you, but this is not important to you. You just need to know that you are on the right path. Your father cannot give you these, but we can. Don't be bothered by worldly views, you are far superior to them! And above them. It's time for Fulgrim to make a choice. In front of you, he is just an emperor's attendant, you are far better than him! There are also some scum from the Shadow Moon Wolves. Clean them all up, and then blame everything on Eidolon. You are the ignorant one, you are still the perfect phoenix!" The Soul in the Sword bewitched.

Then, a force began to flow into Fugen along the sword. At this moment, Fugen felt a vague shadow appear in his mind.

"What you said, the imperfection that is not discovered is perfection." Fugen raised his head and looked at the people in the bridge.

"Destroy all the people and warships here except us. Our mistakes cannot be discovered. We are the Emperor's children, the role models of the Emperor's Legion. We are born in glory. We will never accept any stigma! All accusations against the Legion will be intolerable and unforgivable." Fulgrim's cold words echoed in Cambridge.

"My lord, there is also the Luna Wolves' fleet and the Emperor's servants here," Kalimos reminded.

"There are no Emperor's servants here! If I say there are none, then there are none!" Fugen looked at his captain suddenly, then swung the sword in his hand, which easily left a scar on the opponent's armor and knocked him away.

"As for the Luna Wolves fleet? I believe my brother will understand. They were destroyed by Eidolon, not me." Fulgrim smiled strangely. At this point, Fulgrim had no idea Abaddon was on the battlefield, as Abaddon was not aboard his flagship, and was currently engaged in a sustained, high-intensity battle with Eidolon aboard the Exemplar. Contact was impossible.

"Sir! We must consider this carefully." Sharp Blade Clissander seemed to want to dissuade him.

"My most loyal son, follow me and solve the problem here, and we will still be the perfect sons of the Emperor!" Fulgrim said decisively, waving the sword in his hand.

This time, Fulgrim arrived too hastily. Upon learning of Eidolon's troubles, a terrified Fulgrim only summoned a small group of his closest followers. As for Supreme Commander Vespasian and the Legion's First Blademaster Akurduna, they were either absent or disliked by Fulgrim. Therefore, the fleet's size and personnel were extremely limited. But Fulgrim, possessed by the demonic power, was too preoccupied with these matters to focus solely on suppressing this matter! Behind him, Slaanesh was equally unwilling to see his Primarch and Legion suffer any setbacks. In the heavens above, a purple figure controlled his archdaemon and his demonic forces, controlling Fulgrim and attempting to avert this defeat.

Fate accelerated at this moment, and more and more people joined the dispute and battle. Invisibly, the existences as chess players also put more and more power into it. As the protagonist of this war, Slaanesh invested a huge amount, even sending his favorite toy that he had not yet fully obtained into this game.

Doing so was obviously reckless, and even the Dark Prince's allies were somewhat dissatisfied.

Chapter 326 Abaddon: Hold on!

"Slaanesh, you shouldn't do this, because doing so will only make you lose more." A khaki figure appeared beside Slaanesh and let out a low sigh.

"I won't accept this! What so-called gods? We were born in the primordial world, nourished by civilization and with the Milky Way as our stage. We are omnipotent. Thousands of civilizations are a joke to us. Haven't we killed enough so-called racial gods?" The purple figure roared unwillingly.

"However, humanity will eventually become the dominant civilization in the galaxy. This is destiny, this is the trend, this is the unstoppable trend. It cannot be changed or defied," Nurgle's clone sighed. "Too many accidents have led to our current situation. Humanity has begun to exploit their beliefs and shape their gods. The Abomination has perfectly assimilated into his human identity. You know his true nature. Often, he is unwilling, not unable. His power surpasses you and me, and even speaking of this authority fills us with fear."

"I can lose to the abomination, but I will not surrender to a racial god, never! He is different from us!" Slaanesh's sharp voice echoed in the warp, telling of his pain and unwillingness.

"He has transcended, transcended the deadly situation we have woven. I still don't understand how he escaped when we dealt the final blow. This in itself is a kind of power, a power that we cannot understand. He is an anomaly, what reason do you have to look down on him? Born noble? What are we? We are just the echoes of the pain of the ancient civilization of the galaxy. It was the disputes, chaos and destruction of civilizations that gave birth to us." said Nurgle.

"I still have a chance, don't I? You came here to help me, right? Help me, Nurgle, and I will repay you." The Slaanesh clone said with desire.

"You've already lost the game. They're not taking action simply because they haven't earned enough." Nurgle shook his head helplessly. The allies he had sought were too weak, not just in strength but also in tactics and spirit. Nurgle knew full well that being a god wasn't omnipotent, especially when facing an opponent of his own caliber. Losing a match or suffering a few losses was perfectly normal. But continuing to raise the stakes, unable to afford to lose, leading to even greater losses, was the ultimate failure.

"They are here. Let us go." Nurgle pointed to the distance, where a golden sun and a blue ocean were rapidly approaching. Although everyone had arrived in their avatars and assessed the strength of both sides, Nurgle had given up, believing he would definitely not be able to defeat the Emperor. And with Slaanesh's fortunes having changed, he was no match for the Traveler this time.

"I want to take it back..." Looking at the two beings who came with ill intentions, Slaanesh was finally frightened. He tried to take back the chess pieces in his hand. However, a blue sword light swept across, and Slaanesh only had time to take Enkali and Eidolon back into his bag. The rest of the threads of divine power and destiny connecting these chess pieces were easily cut off.

"Traveler! You!" Slaanesh looked angrily at the blue ocean in the distance.

"Thank you." The traveler said with a smile.

"Fulgrim is mine, and the Emperor's Children will remain my agents in the real universe," Slaanesh said sternly.

"It is true that Fulgrim will be tempted by you, but he is not beyond redemption." The golden and cold sun spoke.

"Darkness... Well, just call you what you like, the Emperor of Mankind. We are just taking back what belongs to us. According to our previous agreement, taking back what belongs to us is destiny, the trend, and it cannot be changed. You should understand." Nurgle spoke.

"I know that you hate us and even want to destroy us, but we will survive. There will be repeated games and battles between us." Looking at the silent Emperor and Traveler in the distance, Nurgle continued.

"So what?" the Emperor asked.

"You can't make everyone like you, not even all your so-called offspring. So why bother? We're all chess players. Some things..." Nurgle continued. As the god of entropy, decay, death, and rebirth, Nurgle sees many issues more profoundly than the other evil gods. He realizes that both sides will endure for eternity. The fortunes of humans who establish the Divine Court system will be extremely long-lasting. For details, refer to the reigns of the Eldar. Furthermore, humans have one thing that makes them even more powerful than the Eldar: if humanity truly falls, the entire galaxy will not only face the end of humanity. Who knows how terrifying someone could be when they decide they're no longer human?

Okay, let's put it bluntly. How about we talk it over? Look, Mortarion doesn't like you, he even loathes you, and yet he's my Mandate Primarch. He'll definitely follow me. How about we all make some compromises? You don't have to bother trying to get anything, and I'll try to give you less trouble... So, focus your fire on the other evil gods.

As Nurgle said, everyone will live forever. But if the enemy gets really desperate, they'll block us from both the Warp and the physical universe! The Chaos Gods are indeed powerful, but this strength is based on everyone working together. Nurgle has no doubt that when the Gods of Order block him at the gate of Nurgle's Garden, the two KT guys might just cut off their retreat! Although he won't die, it's hard to say what else will happen.

"No, I refuse!" The golden sun turned into the figure of the Emperor, and a huge sword with a broad blade appeared in the Emperor's hand.

"Emperor, sometimes, think more. As a god, it is normal to make compromises." Before he finished speaking, the figures of Nurgle and Slaanesh disappeared from the warp.

"What do you think of what that yellowish fat man meant?" The emperor looked at the traveler beside him.

"No compromise. Even if we can't seize it, we must do our best," the Traveler stated firmly. The Chaos Gods are powerful, absolutely evil. Fighting them is not a matter of luck. We can exploit their conflicts, but there is no compromise. Even if Mortarion truly cannot be retained, the Death Guard must be retained as much as possible. This is a matter of principle! It is also the Traveler's experience and understanding over tens of thousands of years.

"The game is over, it's time to close the net." The Emperor said from his overlooking the real universe.

"Wait a little longer. Wait for Horus to enter." The traveler said after thinking for a moment.

"Wait for Horus to enter?" the Emperor said, stroking his chin. "If Horus is truly irreparable..."

"Your strength surpasses mine. Think for yourself, please." The traveler felt exhausted. Did Horus still possess a true self after the Heresy? After being corrupted by the Chaos Gods, was he truly a puppet? This question was complex. First, from the perspective of fate, once Horus was chosen by the Gods, he was already inescapable. This was the case before Nurgle's blade pierced him.

However, from Horus's perspective, he still had his own agenda. He knew the Chaos Gods were not good, so he collaborated with them with the intention of exploiting them. At times, Horus even had a change of heart. For example, after being stabbed by Horus, the righteous incarnation within Horus awakened. While Horus was unconscious, the White-Armored Horus continued to fight the Chaos invasion with all his might, even at the risk of his own life. Of course, this ultimately did not happen. One of Horus's attendants sacrificed his soul to stab the White-Armored Horus, leading to Horus's ultimate descent into darkness.

But if Horus's spirit or soul, which was stronger, was extracted, would this work? The Traveler wasn't sure. This involved not only a contest and game of divine power, but also fate. If luck was on my side, I would win no matter how I fought. If luck wasn't on my side, it was hard to say.

"In fact, you are often more thoughtful than I thought. You and Malcador are very similar. You are both true wise men." said the Emperor.

"Okay, I'll take that as a compliment," the Traveler said with a pout. The Emperor was speaking the truth. The Emperor was indeed willful most of the time, or didn't use his brain. The reason was simple, because there was no need. He could just crush the opponent with his strength and just walk through it. Why bother with his brain? But the Traveler was different. The Master of the Seal was even more so. Or perhaps it could be said that the Traveler was the one who needed the brain the most. The Emperor didn't need the brain because he was so powerful. The Master of the Seal was the weakest, but he wasn't going to have to face the evil god. But the Traveler was different. He was very powerful, but not strong enough, and he had to face the most terrifying darkness in the galaxy. Without a brain, he would have died long ago!

"I'm doing it. Although some major trends cannot be changed, there is still room for manipulation on some things. For example, now I want Horus to subdue Fulgrim personally." said the traveler.

"I understand what you mean," the Emperor nodded. "Then can we also clear out some of the troubles that lie ahead, such as a certain Dark Warmaster?"

"Killing with a borrowed knife? The Chaos God isn't that simple. And I won't be overly greedy. After all, greed is also a sin. Neos, act within your means," the Traveler said. If the Emperor's principle is "I want it all," then the Traveler's approach is to act within your means. Tactical boldness complemented by strategic caution.

"Well, it's up to you," said the Emperor.

"Ah." The Traveler sighed. He understood that, to some extent, the Emperor and the Heretic God viewed some issues in the same way. That is, accustomed to winning battles with favorable winds, they always felt they could control everything. They wanted everything. Little did they know that the most taboo in war was having two priorities. In reality, grasping the most important was good enough; the rest depended on the situation.

At this time, Fulgrim and his guards had already boarded the Exemplar. His appearance made Abaddon, who had just defeated Eidolon, feel tremendous pressure. After all, some words can be said, but to really face a Primarch head-on...

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"Lord Fulgrim, please remain sane. I am carrying out the orders of the Emperor and Lord Horus," Abaddon said solemnly as he stepped forward. However, Fulgrim, possessed by the demon, had red eyes and exuded an aura of tyranny and extravagance.

"Lord Abaddon, something is wrong with Fulgrim!" A companion next to him quickly stepped forward and said.

"Lord Fulgrim, please..." Realizing that something was wrong, Abaddon quickly took the storm shield from his comrade beside him. At this moment, Fulgrim moved. He left an afterimage on Abaddon's retina with ghostly speed, and then he popped out like a snake, slashing at Abaddon with the sharp blade in his hand!

"Fire! Stop him!" Abaddon barely managed to block Fulgrim's attack with his shield, only to be sent flying along with his shattered Stormshield. With Fulgrim's attack, the battle between the two sides erupted in full force! However, compared to Fulgrim, who had been possessed by the demon, his guards were more restrained. Although they had to follow their Primarch, they remained calm, aware that this matter had become a major escalation. After all, they all realized that something was amiss with their Primarch. And the man they had just sent flying was a familiar figure: the third-in-command of the Luna Wolves, Horus's trusted general, and a master of the Warrior Society's arena—Abaddon. As a result, apart from Fulgrim, everyone else was in a state of confusion. This was also a key reason why Fulgrim's reinforcements failed to quickly overwhelm Abaddon's forces.

As for the Traveler? He was still lazing about a few decks above. After all, Horus would be arriving soon. Let them settle the matter between the brothers. It would be inappropriate for him to intervene. When the time comes, he can just find the right opportunity to descend, split Fulgrim's sword, and then knock out the great demon within. That would be it.

"Heavy firepower, bring on the heavy firepower!" Abaddon's eyes blazed with anger as he watched his men being slashed by Fulgrim's sword, almost one by one. At this moment, he no longer considered that he was facing the brothers of the Primarch, nor did he consider that there might be a few of his former "boxing buddies" on the opposite side.

Abaddon decisively ordered the heavily armed Dreadnoughts and Iron Wolf mechs to immediately open fire. A barrage of shells and beams pursued Fulgrim, but he remained unscathed, enveloped in a psychic mist. Behind him, the Phoenix Guards also targeted their former comrades. While some mercy was shown, it only served to delay Abaddon's defeat.

"Hahaha, did you see that, everyone? This is the power I've gained! I've become extraordinary, surpassing my brothers." At a speed that ordinary people could hardly catch, Fulgrim once again chopped a Luna Wolves' Terminator into two pieces with his sword. A large amount of blood spurted out, and Fulgrim turned the blade, letting the blood on the blade splash onto the wall. Then, the blade kept sliding on the wall, drawing a blasphemous picture.

"This is art, this is perfection! This is the ultimate experience." Fulgrim trembled. At this moment, he seemed to be immersed in his own creation and forgot about the battle. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Luna Wolves fired several missiles at the Primarch. Then, a ball of fire engulfed Fulgrim.

Chapter 327 The Coming and Ending of Horus (5K)

"I hope he's only injured." Abaddon sighed as he looked at Fulgrim, who was already engulfed in flames. However, before he could go up to see what was happening, a purple figure flew out from the flames, its entire body trailing a snake-like afterimage, while emitting a heart-wrenching scream. At this moment, not only the Luna Wolves, but also Fulgrim's Imperial Son warriors felt extreme pain!

"Quiet!" At this moment, a steady voice came from the ceiling, making Abaddon and the others feel better. Although they were still a little dizzy, they were able to fight. Fulgrim on the opposite side also paused, his entire face twisted in an instant.

"Thank you, my lord." Abaddon knew in an instant that there was a big boss protecting him, and said with gratitude.

"For the Emperor and the Traveler." Someone above responded.

"For the Emperor and the Traveler." Abaddon said subconsciously.

"Hey, Abaddon is so naive at this time. Some titles cannot be called casually." The traveler showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"For the Emperor, for the Traveler, for Humanity, for Horus!" Abaddon raised his weapon again, aiming at Fulgrim, who seemed to be distracted. A moment later, the silent lower deck erupted again.

"Enkali, Horus is coming." The traveler looked at the two great demons opposite with a smile on his face.

"Invincible!" Enkali, whose body had been missing for half a day, didn't hesitate. She instantly crushed an amulet, and a rift in the Warp appeared, sucking her in. The Slaanesh Daemon next to her was momentarily stunned and tried to flee, but the Traveler tapped her finger. The Warp rift instantly vanished, leaving only the Daemon roaring in despair.

"This road is blocked, little guy. Slaanesh can't save you this time!" The traveler grinned and swung the sword in his hand. Now it was time to end the battle.

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