Chapter 673: Abba-abba-abba-Abaddon!

The sound wave roared like a surging tide in the middle of the night, crushing the air, trembling the ground, and even the gray-white sand grains on the ground of the Murder planet jumped rhythmically with the sound wave, hitting the Primaris-Head who was approaching the Laer band step by step.

But the sound wave shattered the moment it touched the Primaris-Head, just like spray turning into fragments when hitting a reef.

The Primaris-Head raised his head slightly, and the pupils under his helmet shrank suddenly.

The movements of the five Laer musicians stalled for a moment. A kind of fear inexplicably surged in their hearts, making them stiffen in place, and the Murder planet also returned to silence at this moment.

Then, the head of the Laer lead singer burst suddenly. The Primaris-Head's figure appeared in front of the Laer lead singer in an instant, and his power fist struck out, smashing the Laer lead singer's head with one punch.

The remaining four Laer let out sharp roars. The guitarist plucked the strings, the keyboardist hit the keyboard, the drummer hit the drum set, and the bassist made a sound that no one cared about.

The deadly sound wave stabbed toward the Primaris-Head at close range.

But the Primaris-Head's figure disappeared in place, just like a shadow dissolving into the darkness.

The sound of a power dagger slicing through a throat rang out; the weapon in the Primaris Primarch's hand had changed into a combat blade at some unknown moment, nimbly slicing through the guitarist's throat.

The guitarist fell, and the keyboardist behind the guitarist hit the keyboard extremely fast. Thousands of completely different sounds rang out in mid-air, like thousands of completely different weapons stabbing toward the Primaris-Head.

The Primaris-Head let out a roar full of wildness, and the smell of blood overflowed on his body. He seemed to have turned into an extremely bloodthirsty ghoul.

But his speed was faster than sound at this moment, easily dodging the sound released by the keyboardist, and his hands strangled the keyboardist's head.

The Primaris-Head exerted force in opposite directions with both hands.

The sound of bone cracking rang out, and the keyboardist's head was torn into two halves, with brains and blood splashing everywhere.

The drummer saw this and hurriedly hit the drum set in front of him, but before he could move, the Primaris-Head moved his fingers slightly, and a combat blade shot out, directly piercing through the drummer's brow.

In just the blink of an eye, the entire Laer band had fallen in front of the Primaris-Head.

The sound of wind breaking rang out. The Laer bassist swung a bass that was opened like a battle axe on one side, came silently behind the Primaris-Head, and smashed toward the Primaris-Head's back.

The Primaris-Head looked back slightly, and a psychic lightning splashed out, tearing the air, stabbing toward the bassist, and instantly burning the bassist into ashes.

In the ship in orbit, Eidolon gazed at this scene.

"Which legion does this Astartes belong to?" Eidolon looked at Fabius Bile.

Fabius laughed.

"All." He answered: "Belisarius Cawl, you really are a genius."

"Is it time for me to strike?" Eidolon opened his mouth slightly, and a sticky, fishy, and bloodthirsty impulse mixed in his mouth.

He had begun to feel dissatisfied with Fabius. This little apothecary had been preventing him from seizing new glory.

That Primaris who looked like Tarvitz, that inexplicably powerful unknown Astartes, and that clone were all prey that could add to his glory.

Fabius Bile's mouth swept across a cold smile: "Then go hunting, General."

On the gravel ground, the gorgeous light from the Warp suddenly burst open, coming so urgently that all the Phoenix's Children couldn't react.

And when they saw those figures displayed in the gorgeous light, anger flowed in the eyes of every Phoenix's Child.

Those Chaos Space Marines wore luxurious armor interwoven with purple, pink, gold, and silver. Their faces were obscene, dazed, crazy, and arrogant. Their bodies were full of various extremely gorgeous embedded objects, their bodies were highly deformed, some wore heavy armor and held weapons that were also musical instruments, and some exposed large areas of skin and held slender, strange sword blades.

The Third Legion of the past, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children, now twisted followers of Slaanesh, stood in front of the Phoenix's Children.

They were like two opposites: one perfect, one twisted; one noble, one fallen; one loyal, one traitorous; one loyal to the phoenix reborn from the fire, one following the blasphemous and obscene snake god.

The Phoenix's Children were angry because of the fall of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children. The fallen posture of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children stung their hearts, making them feel humiliated, feeling their honor was tarnished.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children were also angry. They were angry because of the Phoenix's Children's posture that was close to their former appearance. The Phoenix's Children's posture seemed to be mocking them, making them feel a moment of shame and then triggering intense anger.

"For the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang!!!"

"For the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang~"

The Phoenix's Children and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children issued war cries at the same time, and then both sides found that the war cries they issued were exactly the same.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children kept the war cry of "For the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang" for mockery. Ten thousand years passed, and they themselves were used to it.

"For the Primarch!"

"For the Primarch!"

Both sides issued similar war cries again, and there was another embarrassment in the air.

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

Both sides cursed at the same time.

There was another silence in the air, and then both sides issued wild roars and pounced on each other.

Saul gripped the Phase Court Sword tightly, about to throw himself into the battlefield, but heard a sharp roar.

He saw a pale, bloated, strange Astartes. That Astartes held a gorgeous war hammer in one hand, and lifted a Phoenix's Child with the other.

A slit opened on the neck of that grotesque Astartes, and a sharp sound wave came from it, instantly shattering that Phoenix's Child into meat paste.

This was the leader of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children. Saul's gene memory reflected that figure, and he remembered the name of that Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child...

"EIDOLON!!!!" However, someone roared out before him.

Arkenes wore the old Mark IV power armor and took a step out, killing in front of Eidolon.

He was the former Chief of the Phoenix Guard, and also the last Phoenix Guard. After the Phoenix Guard was destroyed by Eidolon, he chose to linger on, joined the Phoenix Society under Eidolon,

But Arkenes still maintained the posture of the former legion. He did not self-mutilate, did not modify himself, did not have any body deformation, and did not even indulge in lust.

Eidolon therefore hated him, sent him to Fabius, hoping that he would get rid of Fabius or Fabius would get rid of him, but the final result was that Arkenes met the clone Fulgrim and was collected by Trazyn together with the clone Fulgrim.

"I thought it was who! It turned out to be Arkenes!"

"Cowardly Arkenes, hesitant Arkenes, blind Arkenes, Arkenes who follows the crowd, Arkenes who doesn't fit in."

Facing Eidolon's mockery, Arkenes laughed instead.

Eidolon's mockery was not wrong. Arkenes was indeed such a person. He was hesitant, incompetent, hesitant, and followed the crowd, always unable to find his position in the galaxy. ===== CHAPTER 674 =====