Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 613: Demon Ascension
"Die to me!!"

Wang Ming looked at Abaddon in front of him, and then smashed it with a hammer. The hammer was attached with decomposition power and golden flames. This blow would definitely kill Abaddon and smash him into meat paste.

Wang Ming swung the warhammer in his hand, and the hammer cut through the air and hit Abaddon directly on the head. Abaddon wanted to escape through the subspace portal, but how could Wang Ming, who had already returned, let it run so easily?
Wang Ming has used all his spiritual energy to suppress the surrounding space. This damn guy can't run away anywhere. Wang Ming is determined to kill it and then burn its body with human karma fire, so that its soul will turn into nothingness and there will be no possibility of resurrection.

This damn Chaos mouthpiece, this fucking Chaos Warmaster, Wang Ming roared, and the Giant Killer in his hand broke through Abaddon's psychic shield and directly blew it into a pile of meat paste. This blow was very beautiful, and at the moment Wang Ming smashed Abaddon to death with a hammer.

The lump of flesh that Abaddon's body had turned into suddenly began to wriggle continuously, and then evil rays of light flashed on the flesh. The flesh twisted, wailed, and roared. That was Abaddon's voice, and at this moment, Abaddon's soul completed its ascension to demon, and became a demon prince chosen by the four gods.

"Wang Ming! Wang Ming!"

Abaddon's corpse continued to twist on the ground, the flesh paste gradually turned into Abaddon's original form, but it had lost its human form, and its whole body was covered with the damn mark of Chaos. Its body was also twisted into something like a demon, but its shape still maintained the original appearance of Astartes, the power armor was the same, and the sky-high braid on its head had grown back.

"You think your fucking pigtail is your real body, right?"

Wang Ming looked at Abaddon in front of him. He looked at the iconic plait and raised the war hammer in his hand. The golden flame just now did not burn on it. That was definitely the blessing of the Chaos Evil God. But it didn’t matter. Since Wang Ming could kill it once, then Wang Ming could kill it a second and third time until it was really dead.

Just as golden flames were burning around Wang Ming and he raised his warhammer, ready to deal another fatal blow to Abaddon, a subspace portal suddenly appeared next to Abaddon. Abaddon, who had already gained power after being promoted to a demon and was ready to fight Wang Ming in front of him, was pulled into the subspace portal with a confused look on his face.

Even Wang Ming's psychic power could not lock onto this portal. This portal to the subspace was not the so-called witchcraft, but the god of the subspace personally took Abaddon away from the fleet of the 21st Legion.

Just after Abaddon was taken away, Carlos on Abaddon's fleet also issued an order for all members of Abaddon's fleet to retreat. In this way, the Black Legion's robbed warships of the 21st Legion quickly fled the battlefield, while Wang Ming looked at the traces of battle in front of him, holding the Giant Killer in silence.

Golden flames continued to burn around him. He looked at the dead soldiers, he looked at the warriors who were torn into pieces and crushed into meat paste by Abaddon, and he looked at the navy sailors who stood up and saluted him even though they were seriously injured.

Wang Ming looked at them, the pain in his heart had filled his mind, and his hatred for Chaos was so great that it could not be suppressed. He looked at the soldiers, knelt on one knee in front of them in silence. He felt sorry for those soldiers. If he could send more troops to guard the fleet, the result would definitely not be like this.

"I'm sorry, my mortal brothers. As your commander, I should protect you. As the Protector of the Empire, I should also protect you, the soldiers of the people of the Empire. I'm sorry. All soldiers will receive the best medical care and the best supplies after this battle. I swear in the name of the Primarch."

Wang Ming looked at the injured soldiers and said to them solemnly that Wang Ming's self-blame had reached a certain level. He thought it was his mistake. If he could leave some troops on the fleet for defense, and if he was not so eager to retake the entire star region, the fleet would never have become like this.

"My Lord, please get up, this is not your fault!"

"Sir, we are not worthy of you calling us brothers! Get up!"

The mortal soldiers looked at Wang Ming kneeling on one knee, and they immediately rushed towards Wang Ming. They held Wang Ming's armor with their trembling hands. They wanted to help Wang Ming up, but how could mortals lift the weight of the Primarch?

They looked anxiously at Wang Ming who was half-kneeling on the ground. They felt great panic in their hearts. They had never thought that one day they would be treated like this by the Duke of Protector of the Country. The great demigod actually knelt down for them. They have always believed in Wang Ming. They believe that Wang Ming can lead them to break through the dark galaxy and bring the human species back to the glory of the Human Federation.

"Report the damage."

24 hours later, Wang Ming, who had finished dealing with the subsequent preparatory tasks on the fleet, returned to the Sun Fortress. During his 24 hours, he comforted the mortal soldiers. Looking at the wounded soldiers, Wang Ming felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, as well as endless anger towards Chaos.

He now wanted to rush into the space to kill those Chaos Evil Gods, but he knew that with his current strength, he could not deal with even the countless demons under the Chaos Evil Gods, let alone the Chaos Evil Gods. The feeling of powerlessness was too powerless. He was not the Emperor, and he was not a being who could become a god in the subspace.

Even if there are many believers in the human empire today, he cannot transform those beliefs into power, and he does not want to do so. The gods of the Warp are extreme. For example, if the Emperor becomes a god, the price He pays is the entire human civilization. You know, Slaanesh is also another form of Eldar god.

The result of the Eldar after the birth of Slaanesh was the fall of the once glorious Eldar Empire. Today, the Eldar have almost become a group of interstellar nomads. Apart from the huge Comoros Universe, the Eldar basically do not have many large cities. "The fleet lost 58 warships of various types, the mortal auxiliary military personnel lost 189 million, and the fleet sailors lost 12..."

Colonel Radulovich reported to Wang Ming the losses of the fleet. The fleet lost too many troops in this battle. Listening to the news of casualties, Wang Ming's heart was plunged into endless sorrow. It was all his fault. He caused disappointment to so many soldiers. If he could arrange a regiment, even a regiment of Astartes to stay on the fleet, then this would not have happened.

At this moment, Wang Ming heard a piece of news that made him completely unable to suppress his emotions. It was the news about the Fleet Military Academy, the news about the losses of those children in the Fleet Military Academy.

"The Fleet Academy lost 35000 people, including 16 reserve officers aged 16 and 25000 cadets under the age of ."

Colonel Radulovich reported to Wang Ming the losses of the Fleet Academy. When the battle started, the children in the Fleet Academy took up their weapons on their own initiative and joined the battle with the adults. In fact, the auxiliary troops tried their best to send all the children back, but the enemy had already arrived in front of them. They could not protect the children on the battlefield and could only let the children fight with them.

And a large number of the fleet's precious talents, these future fleet officers, were lost in this battle. These children were the fleet's most precious wealth, and each of them was the focus of the fleet's training. But now, the loss of these children is too great.

"Click!!"

After hearing the news, Wang Ming failed to control his emotions. He crushed the armrest of the seat in his hand into pieces. He was not wearing power armor, and the armrest was made of the same special steel as the fleet's floor. He just crushed it into pieces.

Colonel Radulovich looked at Wang Ming's condition, and he also knew Wang Ming's current mood. Wang Ming was in a very bad mood. He was in a very bad mood. Every year, Wang Ming would hold graduation ceremonies for the children in these military academies and personally give them military ranks. This year's military academy graduation ceremony was undoubtedly very deserted.

"Continue to report."

Wang Ming looked at the special steel handrail in his hand that had been crumpled into a piece of garbage. He threw away the lump of iron in his hand, listening to the crackling sound it made when it hit the ground. Wang Ming said to Colonel Radulovich in front of him.

He must kill that damn Abaddon, even if the Chaos God is protecting him. This guy has actually been upgraded to a demon prince. The next time he causes trouble in the real universe, Wang Ming will directly ask the Emperor for power, hand over his body to the Emperor, and let the Emperor completely kill this huge disgusting thing.

With a heavy heart, Wang Ming listened to the fleet's loss report, and then he began to deal with those matters, the fleet's reinforcement, the replenishment of ships, and the replenishment of various units. In this battle, many units were directly destroyed, but their numbers were still retained.

The mortal auxiliary troops that are subsequently added to the fleet will not use the unit numbers of those who once fought for the fleet until the last man, allowing them to continue.

On the fleet, all sacrifices will be remembered, no one's sacrifice is in vain, everyone's sacrifice is meaningful, they have all contributed their own efforts to mankind's fight against chaos, and used their tiny lives to fire a tiny shot at the evil god of chaos. Although this shot cannot cause any harm to the evil god of chaos, the courage of mortals has proved that it is no weaker than that damn evil god of chaos.

"Today, on this sad day, our brothers left us forever. They died on the road of our great cause. They protected the fleet with their lives. They are heroes, and we will continue their unfinished path and their spirit. Their souls have returned to the Golden Throne. As loyalists, they will watch over our cause from the Golden Throne together with the God-Emperor, my father."

On the square of the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming was watching those mortal soldiers and time travelers. He was performing a farewell ceremony. It was a farewell for the soldiers who died on the battlefield. This kind of thing would happen every time there were large-scale casualties in the fleet. This was the last thing Wang Ming wanted to see. The fleet had lost too many people. This time, not only the mortal auxiliary troops were lost, but also the sailors of the Imperial Navy, the cadets in the fleet military academy, and those reserve officers.

All of this was like a knife, constantly stabbing Wang Ming's heart, but he was unable to avenge them now, because their enemy was too powerful. He was the evil god of chaos from the highest heaven, and they were not mortals who could fight against him. But so what?

Anyway, Wang Ming has made up his mind this time. After the battle is over, he will lead the traversers' troops into the subspace and start a large-scale expedition against the territory of the Chaos Evil Gods. Although they cannot completely destroy that place, every demon killed will weaken the Chaos Evil Gods a little, although this weakening is very slow and has no practical effect.

But this is indeed a way to weaken the Chaos God. The demons are all transformed from the power of the Chaos God, which in a sense also weakens the power of the Chaos God.

After the fleet completed the farewell ceremony for the dead, Wang Ming headed for the next battlefield. The war would not wait for him, and this time he left the Second Regiment on the fleet. There were some time travelers from the Second Regiment on each warship. As for why the time travelers from the Second Regiment were placed on the fleet, it could only be said that the combat effectiveness of the Second Regiment was too strong.

Compared with the other regiments, the Second Regiment's completely reckless fighting style is what the fleet needs most. Their individual combat effectiveness is already at the point where everyone can kill a big demon alone. They are undoubtedly the regiment with the highest combat effectiveness among the traversers. Only by letting them stay in the fleet can Wang Ming feel a little relieved.

And it's not just the Second Regiment. This time, Wang Ming also conducted a conscription. Thirty thousand new recruits from time travelers appeared directly on the fleet. They will follow the Second Regiment to complete the initial combat training, and then join the battle with other time travelers.