Chapter 547 The Spirit of Vengeance, Battle of Revenge Part Two
"He's coming..." Khayon again heard the whisper of hateful intelligence in his ears.
The black figure has stood up from the throne, but Kayon still doesn't know whether it still belongs to someone he knows.
The liquid-like face on Draconion's sword howled silently, and the uninvited dark green flame dripping like grease showed how excited "it" was at this time.
That's how it should be.
Because a soul precious enough will die by its sword.
The dark power is being gathered by the hand holding it, dissipating like black smoke on the increasingly tall body.
Khayon had never seen Abaddon have such an astonishing momentum. The powerful power seemed to affect not only the visual height, but also truly caused Abaddon's body size to expand again.
And this giant, who was nearly three meters tall, was staring at the thunder in front of him, waiting for its owner to appear.
"115 to 9, including frigates, waiting for orders." The spirit of revenge urged its master.
Behind it, many huge fleets have already formed their formations.
But facing the weak force behind the Silver Dawn, no battleship charged forward as usual.
And this is what Abaddon means to the Black Legion.
To this pieced together black army, he was like countless blood flowing between the cold bones and muscles.
This allows warbands of different sizes to temporarily turn their suspicious eyes away from their companions when facing the enemy.
But this is still not enough, at least not enough when the enemy is a Glory Queen.
Here are all veterans who have experienced the Legion era. Who doesn’t know what a Glory Queen means?
When this legion's flagship-level behemoth enters battle, no one except the Vengeful Spirit of the same level can withstand its continuous blows.
No, it doesn't need to last.
As long as the bow gun battery in full state fires a salvo, a battleship can be shattered together with its void shield;
The macro cannons on its sides are even more powerful. On the legion battlefield in the Great Rebellion, this behemoth has a record of using the macro cannons on both sides to destroy multiple targets at the same time in one round of shooting.
Who's on?
The war gang lords, large and small, looked at each other, but no one said a word in the joint meeting.
In the past, this kind of mission should have been an honor reserved only for the bravest warriors under the War Commander.
Coincidentally, right here, the tragic end of the vanguard fleet led by Farkus Kaibo was right in front of everyone's eyes.
The flames caused by the explosions on the bodies of the two Predator-class battleships reflected in everyone's eyes.
In the eyes of everyone, the Silver Dawn, which had turned its bow around, looked more like a lion that was at the end of its rope but in good condition.
Who dares to go up first?
Who is going to be the warrior after Farkus Cable?
They are not sure, because no matter who dares to challenge a Glory Queen, they have to face its minions and sharp teeth that still have blood and warmth after it has just completed the killing...
I'm not going anyway.
They had no doubt about the victory or defeat of the entire fleet, but they had to care about their own life and death.
Just like the bravery they show in facing the weak;
When facing a strong person, they will also have a thing called "reason" in a "timely" manner.
All in all, no warband leader will take the initiative to step forward before the Warmaster gives a clear order.
And what Calvin wanted was this little time. He wanted to use the chaos caused by killing the enemy chief to gain a chance for his fleet to escape.
Buzz…
The tingling sensation caused by thunder and lightning spread across the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.
The increasingly concentrated silver light tore apart the unstable space.
On the Spirit of Vengeance, which has long since lost Geller's position, countless parts and machines combined with subspace creatures are howling;
Facing Abaddon's gaze in front of the throne, a silver figure walked out of the center of the storm.
boom!
The collision and annihilation of the power of chaos and order caused purple thunder to appear out of thin air, and all lighting systems were overloaded in an instant.
The flash of thunder briefly illuminated the empty palace, and everyone's figures flashed past in the intersection of darkness and light, and then sank into darkness again.
"Who are you?" This was the first thing Abaddon said after seeing Calvin.
And the tone of suppressed violence and rage was so crazy that no one knew whether he was still sane.
Draconion was screaming to hide its fear, because it smelled the scent of its own kind—the scent of corpses—from the "Imperial Truth" floating behind Calvin.
"How could he! How dare he!"
The demon in the sword is angry, fearful, screaming, and crazy!
Its nobility and specialness are things that all gods need to deal with carefully!
And its life that feeds on the fate of the race cannot even do anything about the person who makes the gods fear it!
How could he!
How could he kill another "seed" that was the same as his own so easily and completely in every sense of the word!
How dare he!
How dare he openly turn his brother's corpse into his own minions?
Rage, endless rage, then instinctive fear, and then the madness to cover up the fear...
The flames burning on Draconion's sword were more intense than ever before, and the dark green flames burned back through Abaddon's body, then extinguished instantly.
The pressure brought by the crown chosen by the four gods was relieved for a moment, and Abaddon, who was squeezed out of his body by the power of the gods, almost like Horus back then, also showed his rare self-sacrifice with the magic sword. He regained control of his body again.
"Who are you?"
He stared at the giant in front of him. The scent of Calvin's unique Primarch made his anger that had calmed down almost lose control again;
Calvin, who walked out of the lightning, also frowned in a rare way as he looked at the traitor in front of him who was covered in giant snake scales and holding Horus's iconic lightning claw.
"A-B-Dun?" Calvin looked at him and found the corresponding target from his memory.
This sentence is not so much a question as it is a certain certainty!
The body and brain of the Vengeful Spirit struggled crazily after feeling the piercing power of the original body. Waves of thick black fog were born in the hall of the bridge, and then surrounded the original body.
laugh……
The lightning accumulated around the original body was released, and then flowed around from the giant claws spread out...
The resistance of the completely corrupted Spirit of Vengeance collapsed under the lightning attack with the power of order.
And he ignored the Black Warmaster's question, which made Abaddon's rage rise again!
"I'm asking - who are you!" The power of the four gods was like a flood that broke the dam, drowning Abaddon's reason in the huge surge.
Scarlet light flickered in his eyes, locking onto Calvin as if in substance;
The surging energy cloud appeared from the end of the void, pouring into Abaddon's body with a scene terrifying enough to become reality!
The giant's body is expanding! The creaking sound of bone accretion and the scraping sound of metal being stretched out by armor merged together!
The purple-black psychic lightning was grasped tightly by the ferocious giant claws, and then condensed into the shape of a spear like a substance!
And the curse and murderous intention escaping from the fluctuation of power moved Calvin too!
boom!
Spears of lightning rent the air, roaring and shooting towards the primarch like a solid body!
Calvin, on the other hand, was well prepared and disappeared in a flash of light.
The cursed spear is swimming, searching, and hitting a series of distorted reflections like water waves in the void!
And Calvin, who kept flashing and being locked, understood from the sense of crisis like a maggot attached to the bone that this was a fatal blow that covered the opponent's real name and his own aura, and could not be solved by evasion at all!
boom!
Calvin stopped and held the war hammer against his chest, while the crystal from the devil's soul on the hammer head wrapped in silver light was wailing!
In the fierce interplay of auras, aging, disease, madness, and twisted curses were annihilated in the collision with the power of order!
And the black power wrapped in the core used the shattering of the crystal to symbolize the fatal curse it contained!
A curse that could kill him!
A curse that will surely harvest souls once it appears!
But this still doesn't make him feel troublesome. What really matters to him is Abaddon's current state.
The body of the Astartes is originally the product of the downgraded technology of the Primarch;
Of course, the physical condition of these Astartes was also clearly visible to the Primarchs.
The rhythm of breathing, the static distribution of bones and muscles, the hormones in hair and sweat, the subtle collisions in the operation of powered armor...
Calvin could "see" that this body, which was still within the realm of mortals, was being crazily transformed by the power from Chaos;
And from the rising momentum of Abaddon, he could instinctively feel something familiar.
Another "temporary" body?
But although the genes in his body were trying their best to be active and traceable, they still couldn't get a response from the source of his bloodline...
There was nothing there, as if it had been completely wiped out by something.
It can only be a container of will.
Calvin's eyes became firm and he had a corresponding strategy in mind.
In mysticism, the power levels of the two are similar, but their upper limits are vastly different.
The Astartes in front of him, both in body and soul, had an endurance that ordinary people could not imagine.
The upper limit of his body's strength is infinitely close to the strength of the Primarch.
It's close, but only close...
boom!
The moment the war hammer was still on the ground, Imperial Truth fell silently from behind.
Calvin, who was in mid-air, held the sword with both hands and used a powerful and heavy slash to interrupt the opponent's rising state!
Draconion's sword body screamed and bent under the pressure of this huge force, and the giant whose eyes were occupied by madness finally felt a trace of clear reason amidst the twisting and blasting sounds of the surrounding steel decks. !
interesting……
The enemy beneath him disappeared in the arc of teleportation, while the original body that landed on the ground gently shook a sword flower.
Kayon's companion demon spirit Gaia disappeared into the void again with a faint cry.
The Kingbreaker, who had been hiding himself since Calvin boarded the ship, waiting for an opportunity to attack, revealed himself in a burst of angry eyes, then turned around and left to chase his wounded companion.
He's probably in trouble, Calvin thought.
Being able to escape from the sword was already something that surprised him, and even the smallest power of order was enough to make it disappear in the cry...
Or will he find a solution before the creature dies completely?
But Calvin was not optimistic about this, even though he had just held back on the sword out of curiosity about the relationship between the two.
Clang…
A crisp slash, followed by the same movement the next moment.
In less than two breaths, Calvin used the heavy sword in his hand to clear away the surrounding enemies trying to attack.
A series of metal cutting sounds rang out in people's ears, and the price for this "long" sound was no less than ten Gastalin guards who fell beside him.
"Stand back...you can't stop him!"
A gloomy roar sounded from behind the crowd, and a group of black-armored Gastalin Terminators retreated as if facing a formidable enemy.
Abaddon, who finally took a hard breath and regained control of his power, stared at Calvin for a long time with his inhuman red eyes, and then stepped out of the gap in the human wall.
"So, the rumors are true?
So, I made a stupid mistake and let a Primarch easily board my battleship? "
Abaddon, who appeared in front of Calvin again, was already worthy of being looked at by him.
This Astartes, who had unleashed the power of the Chosen Crown to the limits of his body, already had the strength to fight him head-on.
But this is still not enough, at least not enough in front of the special Primarch Calvin.
The power of the four gods has indeed strengthened Abaddon's body to the extreme. In a sense, it has reached the lower limit of the physical strength of a monster like the original body;
They were even extremely considerate, preparing corresponding psychic powers for this demigod body to make up for the Luna Wolf's lack of psychic powers.
But who was Calvin? What is his origin?
Gray Knight! He is the Primarch of the Gray Knights!
He is the last sword left by the Emperor to mankind!
He is another direction that the Emperor pointed out for mankind after realizing that it was impossible for mankind to reject the subspace!
He is good at psychic powers, or the power of mysticism is his real strength!
"Is that important?" Calvin walked forward slowly, carrying the Empire's truth.
But the lightning that almost overflowed from his eyes had completely locked Abaddon in every dimension.
Even before the battle started, his perception was continuously extending into the space.
In the next collision, he will use the power to completely block any changes in the other party and completely annihilate it!
"Look... you are always so arrogant..." Abaddon said in a low voice.
"You are always self-righteous, like a human being but in your essence you despise everything.
Like your source, like Sanguinius and... my father..."
Abaddon's voice was low and hoarse, and the confidence hidden in his words made Calvin wary.
He began to anchor the fulcrum in the void, locking all surrounding spaces one by one;
Even at the expense of enduring the bone-chilling cold, he used the power of order to kill with one strike.
"But you have never looked at us, and you don't care about our efforts. What's so ridiculous is that your seemingly firm faith also started from your inability to reject the mortals around you..."
"Have you said enough?" Calvin raised his sword and moved forward, while Abaddon held the long sword in his hand horizontally.
His eyes swept across the original body in front of him, and then secretly looked behind him.
At the end of the field of vision through the tall porthole, on the planet Farr, an ominous yellow-green color is spreading...
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