Chapter 551 Where Alanjanus Went

Chapter 551 Where Allen Janus went

Death?

A demon that was born from the human race will also die?

Abaddon looked up in disbelief, but saw a scene that shocked and puzzled him:

A red light of invisible substance was pulled out from the broken sword, like a narrow strip of light pulling countless painful and twisted faces.

Abaddon knew that it was every enemy he had killed since he got this magic sword;

And that light strip that was stretched to the limit, after being twisted to the extreme, restored its original appearance under the sword of the Empire's truth.

What kind of evil existence is that~!

Even though Abaddon, who has been entrenched in the Eye of Terror for many years, thought he was as hard as stone, he felt the trembling of the soul as a human being when he saw the lineup of Draconian!

That is light and shadow beyond human comprehension;

That is deep malice and coldness in distortion and stickiness;

That is the most fundamental hatred against all human beings;

That is the ugliness and curse parasitic on the entire concept of race!

"Don't look!

Don't watch!

Don't think!

Don't speak!"

Abaddon's body, blessed by the Four Gods' Crown, was unbearably nauseous from the chest and abdomen;

And the "Four No Principles" that he and all the rebellious Astartes relied on to survive in the Eye of Terror were repeated subconsciously in his mouth!

Yes, although it is beyond the understanding of most humans on the side of the Empire.

But most of the fallen Astartes headed by Abaddon still retain the basic cognition of being human.

And the reason why they can still maintain their sanity in the Eye of Terror, the boundary between reality and the subspace, this self-hypnotic deception has a lot of credit.

But now is different, the fall of Draconian happened in front of Abaddon.

Whether he likes it or not, the demon in the sword that he has always relied on will inevitably reveal all its ugliness in front of him when it is cut off by the Primarch!

This is the end of Draconian!

But this is also the moment when Abaddon knows Chaos itself!

Of course, he can continue to fight in the name of revenge, but from this moment on, the true meaning of Chaos that he has been avoiding in his mind has already carved an unavoidable scar in his heart!

Screaming... howling... wailing... roaring...

Fear... madness... begging... intimidation...

Draconian, who was pulled out of the sword, showed his ugly appearance in the distortion.

And no matter how it struggled, the faceless angel projected from the sword of the Empire's Truth only watched its death with cold eyes under the body similar to Calvin!

No, it was not just death, it was the devouring that it feared more than death!

The power of the same origin and species was displayed in front of Draconian, but it was accompanied by the bone-chilling coldness of order;

The tentacles that were also rooted in the conceptual level, in its uncontrollable fear, erased all traces of its existence and time, and then assimilated it!

No! No! No!

On the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, Draconian's desperate wail tore through the warp and echoed in reality!

The howl from the superior race in the warp echoed in the real universe, and every life that heard it could feel the sadness of that moment!

And when this demon rooted in the human race perished, even the Emperor far away on Terra, who was the gathering of human will, felt the change in the conceptual level...

But neither Calvin nor Mortarion felt any discomfort with the wail of this life and existence coming to an end...

Calvin, blessed by the power of order, only felt disgusted with this distorted and evil existence;

And Mortarion, whose thoughts and perception dimensions were changed by Nurgle, had long lost empathy for this scene.

Only Abaddon, the only mortal wearing the "Crown of the Chosen", could be moved by Draconian's elegy;

Only Abaddon could think of his own fate when he saw the fall of this demon.

He was going to die.

This was a clear cognition that he had never had before.

Every cell in his body was nervous about some kind of impending death;

The consciousness in his brain also felt a pale omen in the playback of countless memories.

Abaddon, who was taking a breath, witnessed the whole process of Draconian being devoured in a short and long moment;

And he half-knelt and subconsciously swung his lightning claws at Calvin, but after the Primarch easily blocked it with the Imperial Truth, he used the same weapon to fork him.

Swish...

The heavy breastplate of the giant serpent scales decorated with the Eye of the Empire was pierced head-on by the sharp claws flowing with azure light.

The force field shield and iron halo were powerless to stop the cutting of the decomposition field;

The heavy ceramic steel and adamantium were also unable to stop the cutting of the psychic field.

This legendary armor, which had not been seriously damaged since the battle with the Emperor, was finally pierced by another Primarch.

"Huh... Huh..."

Galvin, who lifted Abaddon into the air with one hand, frowned and looked at this sinful traitor.

The Gastalin guards in the distance were like crazy, rushing towards him regardless of everything.

Having found his companion spirit, Khayon no longer cared about hiding. He was standing in an open space not far away, leveraging the mighty power with the staff in his hand.

On the ruined Spirit of Vengeance, Mortarion stood at the edge of the bridge hall, ignoring the upcoming judgment with his pale eyes under his hood.

Buzz...

After completely devouring its own kind, the Imperial Truth finally completed another transformation.

Its inscribed blade became smoother, and new lines and wings extended along the edge of the hilt.

In the magic eye condensed in the center of the hilt, the faceless angel who resembled Calvin became more and more real;

After the whole sword slowly left the palm of the original body, it gave people a feeling of being increasingly heavy in its lightness.

Buzz...

The blade of the Imperial Truth was spinning, and it became difficult to recognize at an increasingly fast frequency.

The blinding thunder was gathering, and then wrapped the already blurred sword body;

In the next second, both the red-eyed Gastalin guards and Khayon in the distance felt the crisis of facing death in a gloomy thunder!

Boom!

A blast that made Mortarion raise his eyebrows sounded, and in the next moment, the bodies of the fallen Astartes warriors rushing towards the Primarch shattered in the roar that pierced the air.

Khayon's body became illusory the moment the heavy sword passed through, and then in a twist of space, he appeared at the edge of the warship with a pale face.

At this time, Calvin was still not affected, just watching Abaddon in his hand gasping for breath.

Three lung lobes and a heart were pierced at the same time, which was a serious injury that was enough to make any Astartes on the verge of death.

But in this black warmaster with amazing resilience, the Primarch could still clearly sense the vigorous vitality suppressed by his power.

Squeak...

The sound of steel being cut sounded on his breastplate, which was a precursor to Calvin's hand slightly closing.

The increasingly red blood flowed from Abaddon's chest, and he regained consciousness in the pain that penetrated his soul.

"Ah... Ah..."

Blood and fragments of lung lobes flowed from the corners of Abaddon's mouth, and Calvin, in line with the principle of facing a powerful enemy, was preparing to completely end his life.

After an instantaneous explosion, the Imperial Truth was floating behind the Primarch.

And the demon prince who had been standing on the edge of the battlefield and ignoring Abaddon's failure finally opened his mouth impatiently under some metaphorical reminder.

"Enough!" Mortarion roared in a low voice, and Calvin subconsciously tightened his claws while looking back at him.

"I said enough!" Mortarion angrily stopped Calvin's execution, and then gave Calvin a condition that he could not refuse.

"Trade, let's make a deal."

"Trade?" Calvin was originally going to refuse, the value of this traitor was far from being exchanged for one or two star regions.

"Yes... my brother, a deal about your adopted son...

Oh, if I remember correctly, he should be your eldest son..."

"Alan?" When this name unexpectedly appeared in Mortarion's mouth, the Primarch who originally planned to kill Abaddon directly had to stop.

In his mind, there were countless speculations about Alan's whereabouts;

And in his heart, a scale about his bloodline and the enemy of the empire was also shaking violently...

"Yes! If his name is Alan Janus."

Motarion's face was strange but contradictory, as if he was referring to more than just an ordinary Grey Knight.

And this kind of hint and deal was obviously not his original intention.

Even behind this message, there is a future that he doesn't want to see... or is more willing to see.

Kill or not kill?

Calvin didn't notice Mortarion's abnormality, but was struggling with his choice.

On one side is his eldest son.

He was the first comrade he recognized and transformed after becoming the Primarch;

On the other side is the enemy of the Empire for thousands of years, the source of nightmares hated by all the people of the Empire.

Do you still need to choose? What are you hesitating about?

His reason is questioning him, asking him why he can't give up a comrade who must have the same awareness when he can sacrifice himself;

Can't give up! At least it shouldn't be your choice!

Sensibility anxiously reminds him in his heart, if even he gives up, how much human emotion will be left in you?

"What should I do?"

Calvin's entanglement is beyond words, and it is even more impossible for him not to know the shadow hidden in him.

But it chose silence, chose the complicated and painful silence in the dark.

This is Calvin's fate, he has no right to question it.

This is also Calvin's pain, just like the pain he had experienced before and the source of his vow to "never be like this"...

+Let him go...+

A voice from the depths of his soul sounded in Calvin's consciousness.

He looked at his chest in disbelief, and then looked at the distant Terra.

Why?

He questioned the wing in the deepest part of his heart, just like the man whose voice had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and connected with him with a rare divine resonance.

And his question, like the voice he heard, was projected towards the distant Terra after experiencing all kinds of mysteries that even Mortarion could not detect.

+He is not the root cause, but the phenomenon. +

That voice sounded in Calvin's mind again, and Calvin could even sense his breath when he said this.

What kind of feeling is that?

It is a kind of long-term weakness, and then the root of the illness is eliminated;

It is also a kind of relief that is infected by the occasional good news in endless pain...

+It is good to deal with that legacy, as for him, it is not the time yet...+

+No! +

Calvin's face became more and more serious, even Mortarion in the distance was affected and prepared to snatch people from him.

But at this time, Calvin was reviewing to that man, reviewing that he should not hesitate on such a right and wrong issue.

+No, I shouldn't hesitate! +

Everything he saw in the throne room appeared in his mind again, and the pain that man suffered made him feel ridiculous.

Do you need to be entangled? Yes.

But should you hesitate? No!

Wasn't sacrifice something he should have realized the moment he transformed into a Grey Knight?

What would Alan think? Would he be proud of using Abaddon to save his life?

Or would he feel humiliated and regretful?

Calvin's will was wrapped in his own thoughts and entanglements, and he confided to the distant Terra.

And after a slight pause, the voice also gave the same reason that he could not refuse.

+The idea is not wrong, but this person really shouldn't die at this time.

We need his existence to maintain balance, and the whereabouts of your eldest son is indeed worth this transaction. +

+Alan? +

This name has been mentioned by Calvin for the fourth time in just a few hours today.

Especially this time, the person who mentioned his eldest son was the Emperor, which made him curious about Alan's whereabouts.

+Promise him, promise Mortarion...+

The wings in the depths of the soul trembled slightly, and finally returned to calm.

Calvin, who had received guidance from the Emperor, finally put down Abaddon slowly in Mortarion's anxiety and patience.

"Have you made a choice?"

The shadow asked in Calvin's mind, and the same question also came out of Mortarion's mouth.

"Yes!" + No! +

Calvin answered the opposite answers in different ways, and naturally, he also received different feedback from Mortarion and the shadow.

"Very good... very good..." Mortarion approached slowly, and then carefully extended his hand to Abaddon.

Amid the teeth-grinding metal scraping sound, the huge body did not move.

"?" Mortarion looked up at Calvin, while the Primarch stared at him and asked:

"For a transaction, shouldn't the party who proposed it pay the chips first?"

To respond to the doubts of the book friend Lao Shuchong Hunger about the truth of the empire I described: the German sword, a kind of psychic stand sword.

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