Chapter 1152 Compilation
“This——”
Looking at Warmaster Abaddon standing with a sword, Garmo Zejie gritted his teeth, knowing that things could not get better, so he could only stand up , said in a low voice:
"Then you are offended, Warmaster."
Before the words were finished, Garmo Zejie had already rushed forward and waved the witch sword.
And his opponent cleverly avoided it, ignoring the sparks of decomposition falling on the armor. Garmo Zejie had never seen someone so agile wearing a Terminator.
Never——
And more importantly, the Terminator armor Abaddon wore greatly strengthened his physical strength. Garmozerje had to hold the weapon with both hands to receive it. A heavy blow supported by the opponent's huge armor.
That was enough to keep him reeling.
The weapons collided again, and then Garmo Zejie spun away from the opponent, moving cautiously, trying to find loopholes in the opponent's perfect defense.
"By the way, what's wrong with you?"
Abaddon suddenly asked, glancing at Garmozej's clumsy limbs and weird armor plates.
Galmo Zejie remained silent and concentrated.
He struck out with hatred in his gesture, intending to strike directly at Abaddon's neck.
The Warmaster retreated back to avoid the blow, then immediately struck with his sword.
"You move like a machine,"
Abaddon then taunted, dancing back into melee range with a flurry of blows.
“I have killed many people like you, but they fought more like warriors, not cripples!”
This sentence really hit Galmoze. Jie's inner pain, the mutated limbs did give him some strength, but more often it gave him a sense of strangeness and discomfort, causing him to look a bit like a physically disabled person when he moved, which also caused some in the war gang. Lots of jokes about him.
“The Warp hates us.”
Garmo Zejie muttered, beginning to realize that he was in a losing situation.
"Yeah, we all are."
They collided again, armor taking the blows, swords bouncing off each other.
Garmo Zejie smashed the sword blade, missing the target by just a hair. Then he had to defend himself, barely avoiding the sharp edge of the sword.
He took a step back to create space.
"But I am not sick."
Suddenly, the words fell out of Garmozejie's lips almost uncontrollably
Sick, this is the battle between the renegade Soul Drinkers The gang has displayed a variety of mutations and self-destructive names. Many people are now more like beasts than humans. Their genetically modified bodies have been destroyed and twisted by the power of chaos, and they have fallen into an ever-deepening hell of self-will and depravity.
Abaddon laughed, in a cruel voice.
"Maybe not yet, but sooner or later, I will. I have seen too many characters like you. In the end, you can only survive on the leftovers of the gods. The ending is nothing more than madness or chaos. Egg."
Garmo Zejie continued to retreat, allowing his enemies to press forward step by step.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Terminators standing motionless, seemingly oblivious to everything that happened, just like statues.
"I will never give in, I will fight to the end."
A scornful snort escaped Abaddon's tight lips, his sword blurring around his armored figure. A piece of gossamer.
Then, the two swords struck each other again, making a fierce collision sound.
"Resist? Do you understand what resistance is? Resistance is to break fate and pursue greater things! You were given a talent, but you were too naive to fight for something that has passed away - the old legion? Don't be kidding, there is nothing in front of you except There is nothing else but shackles. ”
The weapons swirled around each other, weaving, thrusting, and beating.
“However, for us, the shackles no longer exist.”
Galmo Zejie had been forced to the edge of the bridge, and he felt his remaining muscles tighten He stood up, sweat dripping down the inner wall of his neck armor. His foe is faster, stronger, and sharper, wielding the sword as if it weighs nothing.
He hated himself very much at this time -
He should have been faster, he should have been stronger.
"So why would you feel a sense of belonging to a Legion that never existed?"
Abaddon pressed, with genuine curiosity.
"You have never even seen the Primarch."
Garmo Zejie began to breathe rapidly, and the sword became as heavy as a piece of lead in his hand. He now began to withstand attacks - off-center attacks, constantly eating away at the gaps in his defense.
"I made my oath."
Abaddon smiled again.
"Oath! Oaths are made all the time in subspace."
Abaddon said in a cruel but true tone:
"Stop talking about things you don't understand at all."
Said, he used that thing for the first time -
The Claw of Horus.
In fact, Garmo Zejie had been wary of this thing before. When he first met Abaddon, he was very afraid of this thing. He could see the curved claw blades entrenched like mist. Death echoes between. The dazzling light of this layer of psychic energy attracted countless unformed monsters, who prayed to this divine weapon, whispered their love to it, and praised its power to change the path of the future with inhuman whispers.
In many ways, this giant claw has the same "flavor" as the Drachnion in Abaddon's hands, which is both dazzling and disgusting.
And it's powerful.
"You are just a lost dog abandoned by the empire. Stop using the sign of the Lost Legion to flatter your face. It will only make you look extra funny."
Next In seconds, the giant claw smashed away the sword blocked by Garmo Zejie like a battering ram, stuck it in the claw blade, then snatched it from Garmo Zejie's hand and threw it far away.
Galmo Zejie's body was trembling, his eyes were wide open, and his saliva bonded into curved threads between his teeth.
“I am not a lost dog!!!”
Roaring angrily, he actually crashed directly into Abaddon.
This move caused all the surrounding Terminators to raise their guns at the same time.
But Abaddon slapped his body straight away, then smoothly dropped the sword in his hand, grabbed Garmozej's throat with his bare hands, and killed him amidst the roar of the hydraulic joints of the Terminator armor. lift.
Garmozej's limbs were forced off the ground, and he could no longer breathe. Although Astartes could withstand long-term hypoxia, when he looked into Abaddon's contemptuous eyes, I still doubted that I would die of suffocation.
"You are full of hatred in your heart now, right? Hatred for your own weakness."
Garmo Zejie suppressed his blush, then gritted his teeth and said:
"As long as I don't die today! One day I will be stronger than everyone else!"
"Very good, it seems that you I understand a little bit.”
Suddenly, Abaddon let go of his hand, then turned around and stared outside the observation window.
"You are valuable now. Your hatred is a kind of nourishment. In time, you may be able to form a force against fate. That's it. I agree. I will send an envoy to Huron to explain. Without my help, the Red Pirate cannot withstand the pressure of the empire. He is always asking for help from me, but those ships still have to be returned to him. I will give you new ships later, but you must remember that I What matters is not your ridiculous legion, but you and your hatred.”
Garmo Zejie stood up and bowed humbly in salute.
"Understood, thank you Warmaster."
"Okay, you can go down."
Abaddon waved his hand behind his back, Garmo Zejie Then he exited the bridge.
The Chaos Warmaster stared at the crazy colors outside, looking a little uneasy.
"The Eleventh Legion, Soshyan."
(End of this chapter)