Chapter 653

Looking at that pitch-black Hellbrute, Fulgrim felt his brain stutter for a moment.

Abaddon?

That is the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon?

How did he become like this?

Who did it? So cruel?

Although Abaddon was a bit weak, a bit pathetic, a bit "victorious in a hundred battles," a bit unworthy of his position, and a bit of a pitfall to his teammates, he was after all the leader of all Chaos Astartes on the surface, belonging to the commander of a million righteous armies. How could he fall to the point of being stuffed into a Hellbrute?

"Great nephew! Who turned you into this!"

"Tell uncle! Uncle will avenge you!"

Fulgrim shouted at Abaddon.

This was his involuntary speech; this was a provocation deliberately imitating Zhou Yun's speaking style.

Fulgrim had previously discovered that Zhou Yun's way of speaking had quite a good effect on provoking and infuriating enemies.

And the Hellbrute itself was enduring unimaginable pain, and it was easier to be infuriated and lose its mind.

Abaddon let out a sharp war cry mixed with pain.

He had become this miserable appearance, and Fulgrim occupied at least half the responsibility.

It was precisely because he tortured Abaddon into a miserable appearance that Abaddon was forcibly stuffed into the Hellbrute by Vashtorr, falling into this endless hell of pain.

Just now, after seeing Fulgrim, he couldn't suppress the hatred in his heart, interrupting the corruption of Fulgrim by the daemon "Poppy" of the ecstatic perception domain residing in his body.

The old-fashioned machine gun hanging on Abaddon's left hand pressed down slightly, and the corner of the eight-pointed star symbolizing the Malicious Art domain lit up. Orange-yellow bullets instantly turned into a dense rain of bullets, shooting toward Fulgrim and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children following him.

Those bullets were exceptionally small compared to bolters, but they carried an eerie lethality. Those possessed Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children closest to Abaddon actually couldn't dodge, and the moment they were grazed by the bullets, half their bodies disintegrated.

The Malicious Art domain daemon "Ma Keqin" was born from the slaughter created by the first true automatic weapon created by humans. Human fear of the Ma Keqin and automatic weapons nurtured it. It symbolized that humans had entered a more efficient and industrialized level in the art of slaughtering their own kind, and it had a natural restraint against a large number of humans.

The more humans standing in front of "Ma Keqin", the more powerful this daemon's art of slaughter became.

When Vashtorr forged Abaddon, his goal was to make Abaddon a weapon against humans. The eight daemons injected into his body were all closely related to humans, and each one restrained humans on a certain level.

The "Poppy" that almost dragged Fulgrim into pleasure and enjoyment just now was also like this. Born from the most famous neuro-drug in human history, it naturally sowed pleasure in human nerves, stirred up hallucinations, and drained the body...

At this moment, a figure cast almost entirely of pure gold stepped out from the battle formation, wielding dual swords and charging toward the dense rain of bullets.

The yellow-orange bullets were forcefully bounced away in the web woven by those two swords. That swordsman actually tore an opening in the rain of Ma Keqin bullets relying solely on sword technique.

Ma Keqin's restraint against humans was a restraint against crowds; when facing a single person, its restraint became much weaker.

Akurduana didn't discover this point; he simply charged out relying on his fighting spirit, without considering so much.

But Fulgrim's superhuman brain made him notice this point. He quickly issued an order, letting the surrounding possessed Astartes disperse their formation and break into pieces.

And he himself moved his steps slightly, holding the Furnace-Breaker warhammer, and launched an attack toward Abaddon's right side.

Abaddon suddenly raised his right hand, and the corner symbolizing mindless slaughter lit up with blood-colored light.

A biting cold wind blew, the vegetation on the wilderness withered, all things were solemn and murderous, and the starving herdsmen raised their eyes, looking toward the fertile and warm land in the south with bloody murderous intent.

This bloody murderous intent finally converged into an arrow, aiming at Fulgrim's brow.

That was the daemon "Xiongnu" of the mindless slaughter domain, born and nurtured in the long hatred and slaughter between nomads and farmers, barbarians and civilization.

Whenever it was cold and biting, precipitation decreased, vegetation withered, for the sake of survival, nomadic peoples would inevitably ride south.

The more he was in danger of survival, and the more civilized and wealthy the opponent he aimed at was, the more powerful the damage of this arrow condensed from murderous intent was to others.

As a clone of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children Primarch, Fulgrim was obviously within the restraint range of this arrow.

The crimson arrow shot toward Fulgrim's brow, as if the sound of horse hooves was resounding incessantly.

But the arrow missed; the arrow that should have hit Fulgrim's brow missed.

Just in the blink of an eye, Fulgrim's figure appeared behind the arrow.

This was not any special ability, just a small skill that many Astra Militarum soldiers knew.

It was teleportation, one of the three abilities from Zhou Yun's gadget Superpower Training Box.

Fulgrim had already attained perfection in the three abilities of teleportation, telekinesis, and X-ray vision, reaching a perfect realm.

In the instant before the arrow hit him, Fulgrim used teleportation to transmit behind the arrow, just dodging Abaddon's strike.

Fulgrim leaped, and the heavy hammer in his hand smashed toward Abaddon's right arm.

The corner on Abaddon symbolizing erosion and destruction suddenly lit up, and the wails of ten million people being murdered sounded in Fulgrim's ears.

The daemon sword Drach'nyen appeared in Abaddon's hand, automatically adapting to the size of the Hellbrute.

The human faces on the sword suddenly opened their eyes, staring fixedly at Fulgrim.

"What stupid thing are you doing! The Master of Mankind is about to be driven mad by pressure! He is almost about to become the Dark King!"

Drach'nyen had been slacking off, sleeping, and appreciating Abaddon's ridiculous screams these days.

But just today, this daemon born from the first murder of humans discovered in horror that the form of the erosion and destruction domain was becoming clearer and clearer.

The burden on the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang had almost doubled, pressing the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang until He was almost directly ascending to the Dark King. Fortunately, at the last moment, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang held on.

The daemons, both born and unborn, in the erosion and destruction domain were cheering for this, but Drach'nyen only felt his heart go cold.

Once the Dark King was born, He would unstoppably destroy everything, including the daemons in the erosion and destruction domain themselves.

If it were the Drach'nyen of ten thousand years ago, perhaps he would cheer for this, but the current Drach'nyen only felt he was going crazy.

Ten thousand years ago, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang traded injury for injury, grabbed Drach'nyen, and sealed and molded him into the shape of this daemon sword, sealing him into the Custodian Ra Endymion.

Before this, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang implanted His past life into Ra Endymion's body, weaving excessive humanity into it. Those humanity and Ra Endymion's memories influenced and shaped Drach'nyen, making him more like a person, and also making it impossible for him to ever accept returning to pure erosion and destruction, exerting all his power.

Drach'nyen did not hate the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang for this; on the contrary, he was even a bit grateful to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang. He felt the joy and leisure of being a person.