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He Shenyan was no longer frivolous before, and looked at Abaddon's body calmly.

The skeleton of the traitor was crazily twisting, and the ugly appearance reminded him of the Tetris that he failed to eliminate.

His pale and blood-stained skin also became more and more bizarre under the influence of the four different colors that emerged from the inside. Abaddon's body twitched on the ground, and the four rays of light made him look like A laser light ball—and, that damned braid could just be used as a ceiling.

He Shenyan knew that his eccentric sense of humor was at work again. He couldn't help laughing out loud, but quickly forced himself to calm down. He knew that they were robbing Abaddon's body for other purposes.

The mage knows this, and he also knows another thing - once one of the four chaos gods wins or they decide to jointly bless this corpse, then, from today onwards, the empire will have one more Incredibly powerful enemy.

Even so, He Shenyan still did not move, he was waiting.

Waiting for a moment.

like now.

A **** red branding circle appeared under Abaddon's corpse, and thousands of tiny hands rose from it, imprinting an indelible mark on Abaddon's body. The blood boiling voice kept ringing in He Shenyan's ears, accompanied by thunderous laughter.

The corpse was becoming illusory, and a huge shadow rose from it, with unparalleled fury. Flesh peeled from its bones, boiling blood gushed from the soles of its feet, and a low hymn rang out in the air--sounding sacred, but if you listened carefully to the lyrics, you would know how blasphemous it was.

Just when the blood was about to spread to the top of its head and completely wrap the corpse, He Shenyan suddenly stretched out a hand. The five fingers of the pale and slender right hand folded together into a knife-like shape and stabbed into the heart of the corpse. A roar exploded in He Shenyan's ear, almost making him deaf. Blood began to flow from his ears, as did his eyes.

At the same time, a scarlet door made of the hottest blood opened behind the mage, and countless demon claws stretched out from it, but He Shenyan didn't look back, he snorted coldly, golden flames It rose from the soles of his feet, keeping the claws from coming near him.

He sneered and grabbed the corpse's crest, and at the same time slowly turned his head, looking at the blood door provocatively. At this moment, his eyes did not fall on the material realm, but on the side of a more evil existence.

He saw a brass throne, and the tall black shadow that hid its face in shadows. There were two unquenchable fireballs burning in her eye sockets, blood was the annotation of her name, and countless skulls were piled under her feet.

He Shenyan made an export: Bring my people back.

Do you know what you are doing?

I know.

Looking directly at the evil god, under pressure, and resisting her will to influence reality... He Shenyan sneered more and more, and finally turned into a silent laughter. His white teeth were covered in his own blood, and more was gushing out of his throat and dripping to the ground.

I know what I'm doing, I'm threatening you.

bring them back!

At the same time, his right hand exerted a little force, and the crest let out an overwhelmed whine-he saw that the black shadow on the brass throne changed its sitting position, and was no longer the casual look.

She looked at He Shenyan with anticipation, and the admiration in her eyes almost condensed into substance: You shouldn't be a weak mage.

You have courage, perseverance, and determination. You're a natural warrior, and you don't resist getting blood on your hands, and you love to challenge strong enemies - I can smell the blood on you, how many people have you killed? A pity... a pity, you should have dedicated their skulls to me.

He Shenyan didn't care what she whispered in his ear, the mage pulled out the third section of Abaddon's crest with a blank expression, and held it in his hand.

Bring them back, and you'll have control of the creature for a short time.

Do not.

For the first time, Khorne really used her mouth to speak to He Shenyan.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The crimson brand under Abaddon's feet disappeared, and his mutated corpse stopped, and fell helplessly to the ground, splashing a pool of blood that had not yet disappeared.

It's no match for you - you're the one I really want.

Khorne said to him in a happy tone: But you have found the wrong person, and the real man behind the scene is probably laughing with its ugly bird head at this time. how? Are you angry about this?

I know it's her, but I'm threatening you. He Shenyan's tone was still calm, and no anger could be heard from it.

you? threaten me? !

Her laughter penetrated the warp, even into the physical realm. At that moment, the deep laughter was heard by everyone on the Vengeful Spirit. The tides of the warp are surging wildly, and there is deep malice in it, like a curtain. At this time, two scarlets are showing from the curtain.

Bearing her gaze, the mage said word by word.

Yes, I am threatening you. Listen to my every word.

He Shenyan clenched his fist with his right hand, and the pillar was burned to fly ash by the flames. The golden fluid substance dripped from the five fingers and gathered into a pool under his feet.

The mage nodded expressionlessly and pronounced the sentence, his voice forming a deep echo in the warp. Through the tides, through the sunset, through ten million different worlds, rolling over them like thunder or lightning. At this moment, everyone in the universe heard his voice.

Firm to the point of being frightening.

"Bring my people back, otherwise, from now on, I will hunt down everyone who believes in you. No matter his race, gender, age, identity. As long as there is one of your believers in this universe one day, I won't stop."

Khorne let out an amused grin.

If you can do it, do it! I am equally satisfied with it!

She laughed complacently. You should really be a warrior! Mage is not your way, no!

I choose my own path, Khorne.

The mage responded in a low voice.

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Spirit of Vengeance, Throne.

The Glory Queen's flagship is no longer what it once was - for the Empire, yes. The traitors obviously won't admit that they messed up the ship, though, Abaddon's aesthetic is clearly normal.

He made no changes to the throne, what it looked like when Horus sat on it, what it looks like now.

Except for one thing, the Claw of Horus and a magic sword. They were leaning quietly beside the throne.

A giant walked in.

Fulgrim stared at the sword, which he had accepted a dangerous mission to confront.

This sword is called Draknion.

In ancient times, there were two men howling at each other. One is the murderer and the other is the victim. It was a very old age, long before anyone was even killed by anyone else—until now.

The nameless murderer committed the first murder in human history.

He didn't know what it meant, he wasn't the first to hate his own kind, but he was the first to kill his own kind - and he killed his own brother.

When the victim fell to the ground, the filial filial sound of the murderer penetrated the veil between the boundaries, and the already weak barrier could not stop anything. His filial piety turned into a strange existence and began to wander forever in the warp.

Here, it has a mad shape and a mad consciousness. Its body was forged by the never-ending storms of the Warp, and finally, after thousands of years of slaughter, and thousands of years of humans attacking each other with fists, sticks, and stones—it was born.

Born out of the first murder in human history and its echoes, a name destined to bring destruction to mankind was born: Draknion.

Drachnion does not belong to any deity, it does not believe in them. It was born for one purpose: to end humanity.

With such a purpose, Draknion has the ability that other demons have never had. It can cause extremely serious damage to the Emperor. There are many reasons behind it, but most people dare not declare it. Only He Shenyan said by the way when explaining this task for him.

"The Emperor is willing to be bound to the fate of mankind, and it is easy for Drachnion to hurt him. He is so much stronger than it is, but he cannot continue to fight it ... unless."

Fulgrim recalled the expression on the wizard's face when he said this, and the expression was particularly odd: "Unless he no longer considers himself human."

Obviously, this is impossible. At this moment, Fulgrim, the phoenix that was resurrected from the ashes, stood in front of Draknion, and the other party still kept the appearance of a two-handed sword leaning against the throne of Horus, so quiet that it was even a little strange .

"What you have to do is simple, Fulgrim. This sword cannot be left in the world, but neither I nor the Emperor can get close to it - we think of ourselves as human beings, and by this conception, it will cause damage to us. extremely serious injury."

"But, am I human too?"

"You may not, Fulgrim."

He Shenyan looked at him, as if looking at an uncertain plan: "Remember, and then recognize your own essence."

Recalling what he said~www.readwn.com~ Phoenix smiled wryly. He didn't know what he had to do to kill this demon for whom the emperor was helpless, and he didn't know why He Shenyan trusted him so much.

Fulgrim stood where he was, and Draknion moved.

The magic sword began to slowly deform. In a puff of black smoke, the hideous demon skull on the sword grid turned into an ordinary face, a man with a beard.

"Lonely Step into a Fairy"

He stared at Fulgrim with a quirky smile, a hoarse voice that sounded more like a beast's filial piety than a human voice: "You can't do that."

"doing what?"

The demon just smiled, didn't speak, he floated in the black smoke, in the echoes of the warp. Immediately afterwards, he walked out of the black smoke, and an ordinary man in animal skin stood in front of Fulgrim and gave him a vicious smile.

He said firmly: "You can't do this. You are her son. She can't do it, and you can't do it. You can't give up your weak form to fight against me."

Fulgrim calmly stretched out his right hand, and the power sword belonging to Sol Tarvitz emerged from the golden flames, fell on his hand, and was firmly held by him.

The silver sword body reflected his current face, and the long and narrow scar on his right cheek could no longer make any waves in his heart.

Phoenix said slowly, "Maybe, but I'm not my father."

He aimed the blade at Draknion, and posed a standard two-handed sword starting position: "You are destined to die here today."

"Really? What are you going to do?"

Fulgrim said no more, but moved forward, then attacked.

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