Chapter 251: Boss Zhou Yun Is Definitely Going to Drag Abaddon Back to the Hive

On the snowy peak beyond the Expeditionary Force's position,

A gate of arbitrary passage opened, and Zhou Yun stepped out swiftly, gazing across at the distant Old Woman's Peak,

The Black Legion was locked in combat with the Expeditionary Force on the mountain's mid-slope,

Belisarius Cawl fought on amid dwindling odds, striving for a goal that now seemed increasingly unattainable,

The Living Saint Caelestine clashed with Abaddon; were it not for his resurrection ability, the Living Saint would be no match for Abaddon even for a single blow,

Leina was leading the Cadia 184th Regiment to resist the assault of the Ghastly Terminators, but the Cadia 184th were still mortals—how could they stand against the Black Legion's ancient war-hardened veterans?

The battle at the mountain's base was equally fierce; Zhou Yun had just brought reinforcements to Captain Kaelen,

Nearly a thousand Blood Angels held the former Eldar fortress, holding back the Black Legion's vast host,

Teleportation technology could transport only limited troops; most Black Legion warriors still had to reach Krassus by physical means,

And the Eldar fortress held by nearly a thousand Blood Angels became an unyielding rock they could not cross.

Then Zhou Yun's gaze turned to the mountain's peak,

At the summit of Old Woman's Peak stood a shattered structure, its ruins filled with the slender, elegant style of the Eldar, carved with mysterious runes and glyphs,

It was a Webway gate.

At that moment, the Webway gate flared with light, spectral flames roared across the ancient ruins, the Webway gate awakening after ten thousand years of slumber, screaming between the Warp and reality,

The Webway gate opened, and a procession of elegant, slender beings dressed in lavish attire stepped forth, like snow-dwelling spirits,

Among this alien army, some wore pirate garb, others resembled jesters, and still others appeared as noble, refined warriors,

Their leader was a woman clad in a long gown, with snow-white hair, wielding a silver-blue bone sword,

Beside her stood a swordsman clad in crimson armor.

Eldar, Death God Army

"Finally arrived," Zhou Yun murmured, drawing the famed blade Lightning Blade from his fourth-dimensional pocket and stepping into the arbitrary gate.

The air froze instantly; all eyes turned in disbelief toward the space between Leina and Abaddon,

A mortal man suddenly appeared, blocking Abaddon's demonic blade Drakonien with nothing but a plastic toy sword.

"Zhou Yun!!" Leina cried out, thrilled yet unsurprised, as if a great weight had lifted from her.

"Who is that?!" Gravex exclaimed in astonishment, staring at the scene.

Belisarius Cawl faintly sensed that nearby machine-spirits had begun to stir with excitement.

And among the Cadia 184th, the warriors who had once been street thugs from Asford Hive, a roar of enthusiastic cheers erupted,

"It's Boss Zhou Yun! Boss Zhou Yun has come to save us!"

"So the hope and salvation the Living Saint Caelestine spoke of was Boss Zhou Yun!"

"Caw! Boss Zhou Yun, smash Abaddon! Show him the power of Holy Doraemon!"

"Saint Guilliman above, Boss Zhou Yun is surely going to drag Abaddon back to the Hive as a Star Fury!"

"As soon as Boss Zhou Yun activates his miraculous devices, everything will be fine!"

"Holy Doraemon above!"

Many of these warriors had fought alongside Zhou Yun, even witnessed him sprout wings like Saint Guilliman and slay the Brain Worm,

And on the journey to Cadia, Leina had revealed all of Zhou Yun's aliases to them,

Lyne Ruth, Neos, Holy Doraemon.

Abaddon yanked his demonic blade Drakonien back violently, glaring at it in fury,

Though Drakonien had taken the form of a sword and was wielded by Abaddon, Abaddon could not truly command it—how much power it exerted was entirely up to Drakonien itself,

But even so, could Drakonien really treat him, Abaddon, this way??

A mortal, holding a toy sword, had blocked Drakonien—the demonic entity born from humanity's first murder??

Yet from within the blade came a wave of bewildered emotion,

Drakonien admitted it had rarely exerted full strength, but this time its output was no different from usual,

It even questioned whether the problem lay with Abaddon, sarcastically asking if he had been abandoned by the Four Gods.

Abaddon first looked confused, then his expression darkened slightly,

If not Drakonien's fault, and not his own, then only this mortal could be the problem.

Abaddon stepped forward sharply, raising Drakonien high and bringing it down with crushing force,

A cursed arc of death swept downward, while Zhou Yun's Lightning Blade traced a matching arc in response,

Demon blade met toy sword—pale blue death clashed with golden light,

The clash of blades echoed across the snowfield; Zhou Yun's blade always met Abaddon's strikes with perfect precision, as if mocking him,

Abaddon grew momentarily dazed,

He had not felt this way in countless years,

Who was the last person who could match such swordsmanship?

Was it Sigismund? But even Sigismund could not consistently block Drakonien's strikes with such flawless timing,

Watching Zhou Yun and Abaddon's duel, the entire snowfield fell into brief silence,

Gravex seized the opportunity, shattering a Black Legion soldier's skull with his psychic energy, then grabbed a Cadia 184th warrior,

"Who is that man fighting Abaddon?"

From the earlier shouts of the 184th, Gravex realized they knew this mortal named Zhou Yun—he was from Asford, just like them,

"My lord Inquisitor?"

The soldier startled, then his face lit up with pride at Gravex's question:

"He's the Viceroy of Asford's Lower Hive, the true boss of the Ark Gang,

The Destroyer of the Underhive, the eternal enemy of gene-thieves, the shadow of mutants,

The one the Tyranids could never defeat, the Dark Pocket that devoured the Swarms, the champion of Cadia 184th,

The Always-Hitting Spear, the leader of the Cult of Death, the Great Chosen of Death, the Primordial Force, the Eternal Dragon,

The Holy Doraemon, Lyne Ruth, Neos, Lord Zhou Yun."

Gravex stared blankly at Zhou Yun, who was still dueling Abaddon,

It was strange,

Why did she see only one man?

The Cadia 184th warrior from Asford glanced at Gravex's confused expression,

He immediately recalled Master Lag's teachings—he knew it was time to smooth things over,

The soldier quickly slipped away from Gravex and returned to the battlefield.

"Are you even capable?"

"You call yourself the Great Plunderer?"

"You should change your name to the Great Failure!"

"Even a primitive with a stone club could fight better than you!"

Abaddon gritted his teeth, enduring Drakonien's taunts,

Drakonien clearly told him: the sword was just an ordinary toy, with no special properties whatsoever,

Its output had not diminished—his defeat was entirely because he was too weak!

Abaddon finally could not bear Drakonien's mockery any longer; in his mind, he shouted the words:

"If you're so good, then you do it!" Abaddon nearly roared.

"I will!" Drakonien answered without hesitation,

Instantly, Abaddon felt the demonic blade's power surge—more than several times stronger than before, and still climbing,

He was stunned,

How much had Drakonien been slacking off all this time? Was this its true power?

Then Abaddon felt a guiding force within Drakonien, directing his arm to move,

His swordsmanship instantly became twisted, bizarre, brimming with terrifying killing intent,

The first axe was forged to chop trees, the first spear to hunt beasts, the first dagger to strip hides,

But the sword was different,

The first sword ever forged by humans from stone was made to kill their own kin,

Abaddon saw it,

In a field of wheat, the first murder was unfolding,

One human killed another—brother slew brother.

Abaddon let out a wild laugh, his body moving at blinding speed, his blade carving a grotesque arc beyond the limits of the material universe,

The blade's light pulsed with pure killing intent,

Drakonien, Death of Mankind,

No human could escape Drakonien's kill,

"Die," Abaddon said to Zhou Yun.

Then—

Zhou Yun's Lightning Blade traced a similarly uncanny arc, gently deflecting Drakonien with silent ease,

Abaddon stared blankly and awkwardly at the demonic blade in his hand,

The face on the blade wore an equally awkward and bewildered expression.

"If you're weak, practice more," Zhou Yun said sincerely to Abaddon and the blade Drakonien.

Abaddon's expression twisted violently, then erupted into uncontrollable rage.

Greater power surged through the Delanicon in his hand.

Clearly, Delanicon had not been using its full strength just now.

But Abaddon had no time to complain about Delanicon slacking off.

Never before had man and blade been so perfectly aligned—they shared the same goal: to cut down this boy before them.

Then Zhou Yun once again lightly deflected Abaddon's attack, unharmed.

Abaddon froze rigid in place.

Zhou Yun, by contrast, looked relaxed.

At that moment, the sword in Zhou Yun's hand, Lightning Blade, flickered several times and turned gray.

"Out of power," Zhou Yun murmured.

Abaddon heard those words and paused, momentarily stunned.

"Is it the sword's fault?" he growled, swinging another blade at Zhou Yun.

At that instant, the fourth-dimensional pocket on Zhou Yun's abdomen suddenly expanded.

(End of Chapter)