Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 688: The Fall of the Chaos Warmaster

The subspace was locked and subspace teleportation could not be used, which meant that Abaddon no longer had any room for escape, and the situation this time was extremely bad. Even if he asked for help from those Chaos Gods, those Chaos Gods did not respond at all.

This has determined its death, and it is completely unable to change this fate. It took a look at the place where Wang Ming disappeared, and then immediately prepared for a fight. It has no way to escape, so it might as well not run away. It is now a demon prince, a common choice of the four great chaos evil gods. Even if the enemy in front of it is the Primarch, it has the strength to fight.

Moreover, with its thousands of years of combat experience, it felt that it would not be instantly killed by Wang Ming. It had fought with Wang Ming many times, and it had never been instantly killed by Wang Ming even once. So it was very confident in fighting with Wang Ming. Even if it could not win, it should be able to delay time and see whether the four chaotic evil gods would find a way to save itself.

However, the reality was very different from its imagination. When Wang Ming's figure appeared beside it, it immediately felt the gap between itself and the Primarch. One knife, just one knife, made Abaddon feel irresistible. This time Wang Ming used all his strength, including his psychic power. Under this situation, Wang Ming's attack speed was very fast.

Even the blessings given to Abaddon by the evil gods of chaos could not capture the trajectory of Wang Ming's attack. Abaddon could only rely on the blessings given to it earlier to forcibly predict Wang Ming's attack movements, trying to use this prediction to block Wang Ming's attack or dodge, but its body was always one step slower, and Wang Ming's speed was too fast.

The previous blow cut off half of Abaddon's neck with just one strike. If it weren't for Nurgle's blessing that allowed it to recover quickly, Wang Ming would probably have only needed one more blow to completely decapitate it, and the golden flame would have completely penetrated its body and burned its essence.

However, the previous blow also made Abaddon feel very uncomfortable. The degree of discomfort was almost equivalent to lighting a fire in his body and burning his internal organs. Although the targeted blessing given to him by the Chaos Evil God could temporarily resist the burning of the golden flame, if these things came a few more times, he would definitely die.

But now, it has no possibility of escape. It can only face the Primarch alone. Although it has encountered many attacks as a demon prince and its ability is very powerful, Wang Ming's combat effectiveness is no longer the same as it was a hundred years ago. His combat effectiveness is now stronger than most Primarchs.

Except for those T0-level Primarchs, Wang Ming is now very powerful when facing any of his brothers. Of course, this is still related to the special care that Sanguinius gave him. After all, during those trainings, Sanguinius taught him more than once that the gap between the Primarchs is also very huge. So his powerful combat ability and combat experience were all trained by Sanguinius. They were the result of being killed by Sanguinius again and again on that battlefield that was like a dream.

Abaddon roared, feeling the flames burning in his body. His anger had reached a certain point. He originally believed that he would definitely save mankind and that he was the only savior of mankind. But now, this savior of mankind was forced into a desperate situation by the running dog of the empire, the son of that fake brother!

How could it not be angry? Under this angry emotion, the blessings of Khorne on its body were activated, and its body began to expand continuously. A terrifying figure like a Khorne demon appeared on the battlefield. It was ten meters tall, with red skin that seemed to be burning with flames, and a pair of flesh wings spread out behind it, as if the demon god in the myth had descended to the world.

But even so, in Wang Ming's eyes it is still just a damn Chaos Demon. This thing is no different from those Chaos Demons he has killed before. He only needs to cut off its head and then burn its essence with golden flames. Then there will be no more Abaddon, the damn Chaos Warmaster, in this world.

Wang Ming's figure appeared in front of Abaddon again. He was almost standing directly in the air. Under the powerful psychic power, flying was like extending a finger for him. And just when he appeared in front of Abaddon, Abaddon suddenly opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and roared at Wang Ming.

This roar was the blessing of Slaanesh, and it was like some kind of sonic weapon attack, directly bombarding Wang Ming's body. When Wang Ming faced this attack, he did not dodge at all, because there was no need to dodge. The sonic attack would take effect on your body the moment you heard it. Instead of dodging it with all your might, it would be better to continue the attack.

A pain as if the eardrum was shattered appeared in Wang Ming's ears, but it did not have much effect on Wang Ming. To him, pain was as important as eating and drinking. For countless days and nights, in countless worlds, Wang Ming fought in those worlds and was killed in those worlds. The pain of death had become a feeling to him, just like breathing.

The pain of this physical loss had no effect on him. He used his psychic power to fix his body in the air at its original position. Then his blade pointed directly at Abaddon's face. As Wang Ming's blade pointed at Abaddon's face, a sea of ​​weapons made of golden flames suddenly appeared around him.

Various swords appeared beside Wang Ming. Those swords emitted golden light, or it could be said that those things were originally made of golden flames. These swords made of golden flames were as sharp as real swords, but the material they were made of was the plasma-like golden flame. However, looking for science in the metaphysical power of psychic power is just like looking for reality in a fantasy work.

When these swords made of golden flames appeared beside Wang Ming, they rushed directly to Abaddon's head. Their speed had reached the shooting speed of ordinary automatic guns, and they could be controlled by Wang Ming at will. Now, as long as Wang Ming wanted, he could use these golden flames to fight a battle of ten thousand swords returning to the origin, but using this ability to shape the golden flames was also very consuming for him. It was a kind of consumption from the soul. If he did this for a long time, Wang Ming, as a gene original, would also feel tired. But it didn't matter. Wang Ming was not outstanding in other aspects, but his endurance was absolutely great. If his body couldn't consume it, he would use his life. Isn't the ability of immortality used for this?

Abaddon's attack did not succeed in repelling Wang Ming as it had expected. Wang Ming still attacked it. Those golden swords kept piercing into its body. And these things seemed endless. They kept appearing in the void, and their number was increasing. Now the sky of the battle area seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light curtain.

The golden light can be seen within a radius of several kilometers, and in some places you can even see swords filling the sky, as if the miracle in the ancient legend has now appeared on this land. A god-like figure stands in the void, commanding the golden swords around him to slay the huge demon in front of him whose skin is like red flames.

The demon's wails echoed throughout the battlefield. It was the pain from within its soul. The golden flames were burning, burning its flesh and blood as well as its soul. Now, the subspace in this area had been locked. Even if it committed suicide, it could not escape from this real universe. It now had no power to resist at all.

However, Nurgle's blessing is still taking effect on it. The damage on Abaddon's body caused by the golden sword is constantly repairing, but its repair speed is not as fast as before. With the previous repair speed, almost all the damage would be repaired in a few seconds, but now these injuries actually take several seconds to be completely repaired, and in some places where the damage is more serious, the traces of the burning golden flames are still constantly burning Abaddon's body.

This cannot be repaired in a short time. It will take at least a few minutes for the blessing of Nurgle to consume these golden flames. However, these few minutes are enough to make Abaddon feel very painful. As I said before, the golden flame works directly on the essence of the soul. It will remove and burn the pollution of Chaos. All the pain is real, as if it is still the human being it once was.

Seeing Abaddon in so much pain, Wang Ming worked even harder to condense those golden swords. Although it was indeed very tiring to condense these things, the damage Abaddon suffered in front of him was real. As long as he could kill the Chaos Warlord in front of him, the Chaos forces in the entire galaxy would be in large-scale chaos for a period of time. Before the next Chaos Warlord appears, the Chaos forces between the galaxies will be leaderless for a long time, and it will be impossible for them to launch large-scale battles against the Empire like the several Dark Crusades.

As long as this guy is killed, the Empire will be able to achieve large-scale chaos among the Chaos forces. In this large-scale chaos, the Empire will once again clear out all the Chaos forces in the Galactic War. With the help of the Empire's rebuilt legions, even launching a new expedition like the Great Crusade will be possible. With the cohesion of the Empire today and the productivity of the Empire's several large industrial world clusters, the entire galaxy will be back in the hands of mankind. This is not just a dream, but a plan that can be fought for and seen to be realistic.

As long as Wang Ming's plan can succeed, as long as he can find a way to make the plan successful and stable, as long as the plan can achieve the effect Wang Ming imagined after its success, the entire galaxy will belong to mankind again, and the evil gods will no longer be able to interfere with everything in the mortal world through the non-material universe. Mankind will return to that golden age. Pioneering and hope will be the theme song of that era, and the children born in that era will be the happiest children in all human eras.

This is everything Wang Ming has worked hard for, and this is everything everyone in human civilization is working hard for today. Even if it is just an unattainable dream, even if it is just a plan full of loopholes and surprises, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, Wang Ming will never give up this plan. Human beings will no longer succumb to the power of the Chaos Evil God, and will not sacrifice their souls to that damn twisted thing like those believers of the evil god.

While Wang Ming was thinking this in his mind, he increased the output of his golden flames. In an instant, the area within several kilometers was covered by golden swords. The swords floated in the air and quickly rushed towards Abaddon. The golden flames burned Abaddon's body. Its wailing and psychic powers were completely unable to stop the stabbing of these golden flame swords. The victory was already decided, and the Chaos Warmaster would die on the land of Mars.

Everything will change on this day. The chaotic forces in the galaxy will be in chaos. They will never launch a large-scale battle like the Dark Crusade again for a long time. The Empire will also quickly strangle those chaotic forces in the galaxy during this period of time.

When the sun rose above Mars, when the golden light finally illuminated the entire sky, a mutilated demon body was constantly twisting and wailing under the attacks of golden swords. A lot of its flesh and blood had been burned by the golden flames. Now there was only a skeleton-like skeleton, and on it there was flesh and blood like a waterfall, and on it was a golden flame that was constantly burning.

It was about to die. Everything in the past ten thousand years flashed before its eyes: the Great Crusade, the Great Rebellion, the wars after the fall to Chaos, the several huge Black Crusades it launched against the Empire, everything flashed before its eyes, its former comrades-in-arms, the enemies it once killed, and finally it saw one thing, a person who existed in its memory.

That was its genetic father, that was its father. He looked at Abaddon's face and rushed towards it happily, but when he hugged it, it pierced his body with the Claw of Horus, because he knew that the guy in front of him was not his father, he was just a clone of his father, a pathetic substitute.

And now it is just a substitute for Horus in the hands of the Chaos Gods, a tool and toy for them to spread their influence in the real universe. The Chaos Gods will not save it because they have already started looking for the next toy.