Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 678 "Another Victory in a Hundred Battles"

"Die!"

Without any extra words, the sharp claws that rushed out from the subspace rifts directly grabbed Wang Ming's head and heart, but Wang Ming was indifferent to these things. He was no longer the time traveler who made a fuss about everything he saw a hundred years ago. He was now the Protector of the Empire, regarded as the future destroyer of the empire by the high lords, the most benevolent prince by the people of the empire, and the most terrible enemy by his enemies.

How could such a person be killed by Abaddon's blow? And even if he was killed, he would crawl back from hell. Hell would never be his way home. If the warp was really hell, then he would make hell burn with the golden flame that represented hope. Hope still existed, and darkness was only temporary, just like every eternal night after the Great Rift opened.

He didn't make any movement, just stared at Abaddon, but his psychic ability quickly tore those claws into pieces. He just looked at Abaddon, his five-meter height allowed him to be on equal footing with the Demon Prince in front of Abaddon. Although Abaddon was abnormally huge after becoming the Demon Prince, he was not the Primarch, he was not the Horus who once burned the entire galaxy, but just a Chosen One of Chaos, just a damn Chaos Astartes.

It only took Wang Ming one second to use his psychic power to tear apart those claws, and in the next second, his figure appeared directly in front of Abaddon. Facing this demon prince, Wang Ming could not give him any chance to fight back. The blade went straight for the head. The knife was so fast that it was even very fast for a Primarch.

The blade cut through the air and went straight for Abaddon's head, but the blade did not hit Abaddon's head. Abaddon dodged it, and his figure appeared slightly behind the point where Wang Ming's blade landed. At the moment it dodged, Wang Ming clearly felt that time had stopped. This was caused by psychic means. Wang Ming also knew this technique, and could even counter and be immune to it to a certain extent.

Magnus had used this method before, but his method was much more sophisticated than Abaddon's. Although Abaddon dodged Wang Ming's attack, in the next second Wang Ming suddenly changed the direction of his attack and stabbed Abaddon's head with a knife.

This time, Abaddon did not use the psychic spell to stop time. Instead, he directly opened a subspace crack and then used his psychic power to forcibly block Wang Ming's stab. However, this could only last for a few seconds at most, but these few seconds were enough for him to escape from the subspace crack.

But can it really escape? The moment it entered the subspace portal, its feet were suddenly grabbed. It was a shadow under its feet. A hand in the shadow grabbed its ankle and dragged it out of the subspace portal. After it was dragged out, a lot of fog appeared around it.

Abaddon looked at everything around him in a daze. He looked at the white mist around him. He didn't know what had happened. The white mist covered everything around him, as if everything around him was shrouded in this layer of white mist. He could not see Wang Ming nor the shadow that he saw before being pulled out.

As if there was some huge horror hidden in the fog, Abaddon instinctively felt that the fog around him was very dangerous, and his feeling was correct. The Eternal Blade suddenly appeared from the fog, and cut his neck with one blow. It was noted that a true beheading was not achieved, because Abaddon used the blessing of the Chaos God again at the moment he was about to be beheaded, and sewed his neck back together. This was a blessing from Nurgle, and this blessing was a virus that allowed his flesh to heal and regenerate quickly.

"Interesting, really interesting. Your knife should have been able to chop off its head directly, but it only cut its throat. This guy..."

In the white mist, Ryan looked at Wang Ming in front of him. He was very confused about Wang Ming's knife just now. This knife should have beheaded Abaddon, but why is Abaddon still alive? Its head did not fall off its neck.

"Blessing of Chaos, you didn't notice it before. When Wang Ming chopped it with his sword, the blade went straight through its flesh and cut its neck, but the cut parts healed in an instant."

Clarks looked at Delain. How could he, who had been hunting down traitors in the Warp for thousands of years, not know the horror of Chaos Blessings? These blessings came in various forms and had various abilities. Although they could provide powerful strength to the blessed, these things could turn the blessed beings into unconscious Chaos Eggs if not handled with care.

"Give it another blow. If that doesn't work, let's attack together. I don't believe it can regenerate after we chop it into a paste."

Leman Russ looked at Abaddon who was gradually healing. He patted Wang Ming on the shoulder and said to Wang Ming. Wang Ming looked at Leman Russ and nodded. Then the next move fell directly on Abaddon's neck.

But this time Abaddon also noticed it. It used psychic power again to slow down Wang Ming's blade. But at the moment it used psychic power to slow down Wang Ming's blade, three attacks suddenly appeared around it, a long sword, a black claw, and a battle axe filled with frost. These attacks directly surrounded it.

Abaddon understood everything in an instant. It turned out that the four Primarchs on Holy Terra had all come over. Looking at the four attacks and the golden flames gradually burning on Wang Ming's blade, Abaddon simply used his psychic power to break his neck. Fight, fight, fight for nothing. One of the four Primarchs could directly burn the essence of the devil. Fight for nothing. However, its plan was definitely completed. The attack on the Holy Terra Palace District achieved a phased victory. The rest of the plan only needed it to return to reality again. There was no problem with its plan. Another phased plan of its was victorious. Praise, the great Chaos Warmaster, the invincible Abaddon.

In fact, Wang Ming was very surprised at Abaddon's suicide escape. He didn't expect that Abaddon could adapt to his identity as a demon prince so quickly. After all, it had not been long since this guy was promoted to a demon prince. He could now use the demon's immortality to escape.

Wang Ming looked at Abaddon's body which was slowly disappearing on the spot. He had an expression as if he had eaten shit. He originally thought that the knife he had just used could have hit Abaddon. There was only two seconds, which was more than enough time for the Primarch. But the knife just didn't hit Abaddon. In addition, the three attacks from his brothers around him also didn't hit Abaddon. This made him very uncomfortable.

But at least he was exiled by Abaddon, right? It would take some time for this guy to return to the real universe, even with the help of the Chaos Gods. After all, Wang Ming was about to make a big move on Holy Terra, and all the demons and demon princes who descended on Holy Terra would be able to see it. It would be really fun then.

After dealing with Abaddon, the four did not go directly back to the rear of the battle line, but attacked directly from the rear of the Chaos forces. Four Primarchs were scattered on the battle line. This was undoubtedly an extremely bad situation for the Chaos forces. Some of their troops had even begun to lose the desire to fight. But that was a Primarch. Even a great demon would be torn into pieces by them. They were four sons of God walking on the earth.

As for the desperate reaction of these Chaos troops, Wang Ming said it was very correct and he increased the intensity. The golden flames covered the ten-kilometer battle line. Although this was not too large for the entire battle line, it was enough to burn many demons directly to ashes. As Wang Ming moved, the golden flames were also moving. No matter whether they were demons or those cultists and former Chaos Astartes, all would be burned to ashes in this golden light.

Some demons were afraid that they would be burned to ashes by the golden flames and die, so they simply cut their own necks. As demons, they were not actually afraid of death. Of course, this death meant being killed in the real universe and then exiled back to the subspace. When facing real death, they would also be afraid.

While Wang Ming was constantly killing those Chaos Demons, those Chaos Space Marines and those Chaos Cultists all began to escape. Those Chaos Space Marines were absolutely aware of the horror of those Primarchs. After all, it was a Demon Primarch who was commanding them now. They had witnessed with their own eyes how the mythical existence deployed its troops over the entire Holy Terra. The fear of the Primarchs had once again formed a concept in their hearts. They were good at commanding and fighting. They were powerful commanders and even more powerful warriors.

However, there is not only Wang Ming on the battle line, there are three other Primarchs also slaughtering them. This is undoubtedly a massacre, with the 20th Regiment's crazy counterattack in front and four extremely terrifying Primarchs in the back, one of whom can even burn the demon's essence directly.

So those demons didn't want to do it at all. Most of them just twisted their heads off. Some Khorne demons changed direction and rushed towards the 20th Regiment, while some extremely stubborn Khorne demons continued to rush towards Wang Ming and the other three Primarchs. Wang Ming also liked these stubborn Khorne demons very much. After all, these guys made it easier for him.

He was just worrying that he might not be able to completely burn those demons by moving, but he didn't expect that some demons would actively rush towards him. This was really great. However, this was only for those small demons. Some of the big demons were blessed by fear and had a certain resistance to his golden flames. For these big demons, Wang Ming's solution was very simple, which was to kill them directly with battle.

First, he used psychic attacks to pin them to death on the spot, and then chopped them directly with weapons made of golden flames. The blessing given to them by their blasphemous master could not withstand any attacks, but for the Khorne Daemon, it was very difficult to cause harm to them since it could attack this thing. All Wang Ming could do was to pin them to death on the spot with psychic power.

While Wang Ming continued to kill those big demons, the 20th Regiment's line was now under desperate attacks from demons, cultists and Chaos Space Marines. They absolutely did not dare to run to the rear. They had seen the horror of those Primarchs in the rear. Basically, as long as the cultists, Chaos Astartes and even demons in the rear were there, they would be killed by those guys, and very quickly, without any power to resist at all.

They were completely terrified of these terrible sons of God, and this fear was uncontrollable, especially those mortal cultists. Most of them put down their weapons, knelt on the ground and prayed desperately, but what was the use? This was Holy Terra, and their blasphemous master could not protect them in the most sacred world of mankind. What awaited them was only destruction, and prayer was useless and meaningless. Here, only human swords and guns were the only things they had to face and accept.

This was a massacre, a meaningless massacre. Those cultists did not know the significance of their coming to Holy Terra to fight. Most of them were actually poor people who had not enough food to eat. They were bewitched by the cult and became cultists who fought for the Chaos God on Holy Terra. Some of them were cultists who wanted to take revenge on this hypocritical empire, but when it came to hatred, they could not explain it clearly.

And there are some who truly believe in the Supreme Being above the High Heavens, but now their faith is about to collapse. They look at the four Primarchs who continue to slaughter their companions, look at the Chaos Astartes who they usually regard as demigods being smashed into pieces like toys by the four real demigods, look at the demons who they once regarded as messengers of God wailing under the burning golden flames.

Among these cultists, those who were not fanatics had already lost their faith. They kept reciting the scriptures praising the evil gods unconsciously, hoping to get the sense of security they had lost from these scriptures, but was it useful? How ironic that the existence they had so much faith in seemed to have abandoned them at this moment. The so-called miracles and blessings would never come to them again. All the words would eventually become just one sentence: those who betrayed humanity must die.