Chapter 547: The Spirit of Vengeance, the Battle of Vengeance Part 2

"He's coming..." Khayon heard the whisper of the hateful intelligence again.

The black figure had stood up from the throne, but Khayon still didn't know whether it still belonged to the person he knew.

On the sword of Draconian, the face that emerged like liquid was howling silently, and the dark green flame that came uninvited and dripped like grease showed that "it" was excited at this time.

It should be so.

Because a soul precious enough will die under its sword.

The dark power was being gathered by the hand holding it, dissipating like black smoke on the increasingly tall body.

Khayon had never seen Abaddon have such amazing momentum. The powerful power seemed to affect not only the visual height, but also really made Abaddon's body expand again.

And this giant, whose height was already close to three meters, was looking at the thunder in front of him steadily, waiting for its master to appear.

"115 to 9, including the frigate, waiting for orders." The Spirit of Vengeance urged its master.

Behind it, many huge fleets have already deployed their formations.

But facing the weak forces behind the Silver Dawn, no warship charged forward as usual.

And this is what Abaddon means to the Black Legion.

To this patchwork Black Legion, he is like countless blood flowing between cold bones and muscles.

Let those warbands of different sizes temporarily turn their suspicious eyes away from their companions when facing the enemy.

But this is still not enough, at least when the enemy is a Glorious Queen, it is not enough.

All of them are veterans who have experienced the Legion era. Who doesn't know what a Glorious Queen means?

When this behemoth of the Legion's flagship level enters the battle, no one can withstand its continuous attack except the Vengeful Spirit of the same level.

No, it doesn't need to be continuous.

A single salvo from the bow gun group at full power can smash a battleship along with its void shield;

The macro cannons on its sides are even more powerful. In the battlefield of the legion during the Great Heresy, this behemoth had a record of using macro cannons on both sides to destroy multiple targets at the same time in one round of shooting.

Who will go?

The warband lords, big and small, looked at each other, but no one spoke a word in the joint meeting.

In the past, this kind of mission should have been an honor for the bravest warriors under the warmaster.

Coincidentally, the tragic end of the vanguard fleet led by Fakus Cabo happened right in front of everyone.

The flames from the explosions on the bodies of the two predator-class battleships were reflected in everyone's pupils.

And at this moment, the Silver Dawn, which turned its bow, looked more like a lion king at the end of his rope but in good condition in the eyes of everyone.

Who dares to go up first?

Who wants to be the warrior after Fakus Cabo?

They were not sure, because whoever dared to challenge a Glorious Queen would have to face its claws and sharp teeth that were still bloody and warm after the killing...

Anyway, I won't go.

They had no doubts 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 showed when facing the weak;

When facing the strong, they would also "appropriately" have a thing called "reason".

In short, no leader of the war gang would take the initiative to step forward before the clear order of the warmaster was issued.

And what Galvin wanted was just 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 numbness brought by the thunder and lightning spread on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

The increasingly concentrated silver light tore the unstable space apart.

On the Spirit of Vengeance, which no longer had Geller's position, countless parts and machines combined with subspace creatures were crying;

And facing the gaze of Abaddon in front of the throne, a silver figure walked out from 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 instantly overloaded.

The flash of thunder briefly illuminated the empty palace, and the figures of all people flashed in the intersection of darkness and light, and then sank into darkness again.

"Who...are you?" This was the first sentence Abaddon said after seeing Calvin.

And the tone of suppressed tyranny and rage was so crazy that no one knew whether he was still sensible.

Draconian was screaming to cover up its fear, because it smelled the breath of its own people from the "Imperial Truth" floating behind Calvin - the breath of corpses.

"How could he! How dare he!"

The demon in the long sword was angry, afraid, screaming, and crazy!

Its nobility and excellence are what all gods need to deal with carefully!

And its life that feeds on the fate of the race is even more helpless against the person who makes the gods afraid!

How could he!

How could he kill another "seed" that was born from the same mother as him so easily and thoroughly in all senses!

How dare he!

How dare he openly use the corpse of his brother to turn it into his own claws?

Rage, endless rage, then instinctive fear, and then the madness that concealed the fear...

The flames burning on the sword of Draconian were more intense than ever before. The dark green flames burned Abaddon's whole body in reverse, and then extinguished in an instant.

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 in the past, also regained control of his body in the rare self-sacrifice of the magic sword.

"Who are you?"

He stared at the giant in front of him. The unique smell of the original gene on Calvin made his anger, which had been slightly calmed, almost out of control again;

Calvin, who walked out of the lightning, also looked at the traitor in front of him, who was covered with giant snake scales and holding Horus's iconic lightning claws, and frowned rarely.

"A, Ba, Dun?" Calvin looked at him and found the corresponding target from his memory.

This sentence is more of a certainty than a question!

The body and brain of the Spirit of Vengeance struggled frantically after feeling the piercing power of the Primarch. Waves of thick black fog were born in the hall of the bridge and then surrounded the Primarch.

Hiss...

The lightning accumulated around the Primarch was released, and then flowed from the spread giant claws to the surroundings...

The resistance of the completely corrupted Spirit of Vengeance collapsed under the lightning attack with the power of order.

And he ignored the question of the Black Warmaster, which made Abaddon's rage rise again!

"I'm asking - who are you!" The power chosen by the four gods was like a flood that broke the dam, drowning Abaddon's reason in the surging waves.

The scarlet light flashed in his eyes, locking onto Calvin as if it were real;

The surging energy cloud appeared from the end of the void, pouring into Abaddon's body with a terrifying scene that was enough to materialize into reality!

The giant's body was expanding! The creaking sound of bone hyperplasia and the metal scraping sound of armor being stretched out sounded together!

The purple-black psychic lightning was tightly grasped by the ferocious giant claws, and then condensed into the shape of a spear like a substance!

The curse and murderous intent that escaped from the fluctuation of that power moved Calvin!

Boom!

The lightning spear tore through the air and shot towards the original body like a solid entity in the roar!

Calvin was well prepared and disappeared in a flash of light in an instant.

The cursed spear was cruising, searching, and striking a series of distorted reflections like water waves in the void!

Calvin, who kept flashing and being locked, understood from the sense of crisis like a maggot attached to his bones that this was a fatal blow that covered the opponent's real name and his own breath, and it could not be solved by dodging at all!

Boom!

Calvin stopped and blocked the warhammer in front of his chest, and on the hammer head wrapped in silver light, the crystal from the demon soul was wailing!

In the fierce intersection of spiritual light, aging, disease, madness, and twisted curses were annihilated in the collision with the power of order!

The black power wrapped in the core, with the shattering of the crystal, symbolized the deadly curse it contained!

A curse that was enough to kill him!

A curse that would definitely harvest souls once it appeared!

But this was not enough to make him feel difficult. What really made him pay attention was Abaddon's current state.

The bodies of the Astartes were originally the downgraded technology products of the Primarchs;

And of course, the states of these Astartes' bodies were also visible to the Primarchs.

The rhythm of breathing, the distribution of static bones and muscles, the hormones in the sweat produced by hair, the subtle collisions during the operation of power armor...

Calvin could "see" that this body, which still belonged to the mortal range, was being madly transformed by the power of chaos;

And from the rising momentum of Abaddon, he instinctively felt a familiar taste.

Another "temporary" body?

But although his genes were trying their best to be active and traced, they could not get a response from the source of the bloodline...

There was nothing there, as if it had been completely wiped out by something.

Then it could only be the container of will.

Calvin's eyes began to be firm, and he had a corresponding strategy in his mind.

In mysticism, the power levels of the two were similar, but the upper limits were worlds apart.

And the Astartes in front of him, although both in body and soul, had tolerance that ordinary people could not imagine.

But the upper limit of his physical strength was infinitely close to the strength of the original gene.

It was close, but only close...

Boom!

The moment the war hammer was thrown on the ground, the Imperial Truth fell silently from behind.

Calvin, who was in mid-air, held the sword with both hands and interrupted the opponent's rising state with a powerful and heavy slash!

Draconian's sword body screamed and bent under the pressure of this huge force, and the giant whose eyes were occupied by madness finally had a trace of sober reason in the twisting and explosion of the surrounding steel deck!

Interesting...

The enemy below disappeared in the arc of teleportation, and the original body that landed gently swung a sword flower.

Gaia, Khayon's companion spirit, disappeared into the void again with a faint whine.

And the broken king who had been hiding himself and waiting for an opportunity to attack since Calvin boarded the ship revealed his figure in a burst of angry eyes, then turned around and left to chase his injured companion.

He might be in trouble, Calvin thought.

Being able to escape from the sword was already a surprise to him, and even the smallest power of order was enough to make it annihilate in the wailing...

Or, will he find a solution before the creature completely dies?

But Calvin was not optimistic about this, even though he had just held back on the sword because of his curiosity about the relationship between the two.

Clang...

A crisp slash, and then the same action was followed up in the next moment.

In less than two breaths, Calvin used the heavy sword in his hand to clear the enemies who tried to attack around him.

A series of metal cutting sounds rang in people's ears, and as the price of this "long" sound, no less than ten Gastalin guards fell beside him.

"Back off... 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 great enemy.

Finally, in the difficult breathing, Abaddon regained the dominance of power. He stared at Calvin for a long time with his inhuman red eyes, and then stepped out of the gap left by the human wall.

"So, the rumors are true?

So, I made a stupid mistake and let a - Primarch easily board my warship?"

Abaddon, who appeared in front of Calvin again, already had the qualifications for him to look at him squarely.

This Astartes who released the power of the Chosen Crown to the limit of his body already had the power to fight him head-on.

But this was still not enough, at least not in front of Calvin, a special Primarch.

The power of the four gods did strengthen Abaddon's body to the extreme, and in a sense, reached the lower limit of the physical strength of monsters like the Primarch;

They were even very considerate and prepared corresponding psychic power for this demigod body to make up for the defect of the Luna Wolves' lack of psychic power.

But who is Calvin? What is his origin?

Grey Knight! He is the Primarch of the Grey Knights!

He is the last sword left by the Emperor for mankind!

He is another direction pointed out by the Emperor for mankind after he realized that mankind could not reject the warp!

He is good at psychic power, or the power of mysticism is his real strength!

"Is it important?" Calvin walked forward slowly with the Imperial Truth.

And the lightning that almost overflowed in his eyes had completely locked Abaddon in all dimensions.

Before the battle began, his perception was constantly extending into space.

He wanted to completely lock the opponent's power to any change in the next collision 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 you despise everything in your essence.

Just like your source, like Sanguinius and... my father..."

Abaddon's voice was low and hoarse, and the kind of fearlessness implied in his words made Calvin alert.

He began to anchor the fulcrum in the void, locking all the surrounding space one by one;

He even endured the bitter cold and used the power of order to kill with one blow.

"But you have never looked us in the face, let alone our efforts, and the funny thing is that your seemingly firm faith also started from being unable to reject the mortals around you..."

"Enough?" Calvin raised his sword and moved forward, while Abaddon held the long sword in his hand horizontally.

He swept his eyes from the Primarch in front of him, and then secretly looked behind him.

At the end of the view of the tall porthole, an ominous yellow-green color was spreading on the land of the planet Far...

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