The moment that face, so handsome it made people involuntarily fall into its charm, appeared, Abaddon's body stiffened abruptly.
Ancient memories were instantly reawakened.
Those silver strands of hair, that handsome face, those violet eyes filled with mockery, those slightly upturned thin lips—
Fulgrim!!!
Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children!!!
What happened to the era of the Primarchs being over?
How come in the past few decades, Primarchs have been appearing like dumplings dropping into a pot?
Sanguinius, Guilliman, and Lion El'Jonson were one thing, but now even Fulgrim has started to serve the Imperium??
Abaddon almost turned and fled, abandoning the Red Angel to face this masterfully skilled Primarch alone.
But Abaddon's battle instincts still made him notice something strange.
He sensed that this Fulgrim didn't seem to be that powerful.
Indeed, against Fulgrim's offensive, the Red Angel had almost no power to parry.
But Abaddon knew that if Fulgrim went all out, even Roboute Guilliman, a fellow Primarch, would perish.
For the Red Angel, a mere demon, to barely survive Fulgrim's assault—this was wrong, very wrong.
Abaddon saw a familiar feeling in Fulgrim.
Was it a cloned Primarch?!
Abaddon had once led hundreds of Space Marines, along with Khayon and Khayon's red word, to besiege a clone of Horus, and Abaddon had personally killed that cloned Primarch with Horus' Claw. So Abaddon could clearly feel the difference between a cloned Primarch and a true Primarch.
This Fulgrim in front of him clearly resembled a cloned Primarch, only more complete, more conscious, and more rational than the cloned Horus from before. But he was obviously also a creation of that bastard Fabius Bile.
If that was the case, a battle was not out of the question, and Abaddon believed his chances of winning were high.
He held Demon Sword Drach'nyen in his hand. No matter what, a cloned Primarch was still within the realm of humanity, and drach'nyen, born from humanity's first murder, was the bane of all humans.
With his thoughts clear, Abaddon almost instantly transformed into a swirling black vortex, brandishing the eerie blue Demon Sword Drach'nyen and thrusting it towards Fulgrim—
drach'nyen missed, and Abaddon stumbled, almost falling.
"Useless! How could you miss!" Abaddon cursed drach'nyen.
drach'nyen paused, and several question marks appeared on its blade: "Are you out of your mind! You're the one swinging the sword, and you have the nerve to blame me for not hitting??"
Fulgrim didn't give Abaddon and drach'nyen a chance to argue. He bit down on the high-efficiency pill hidden in his mouth, and his overall movement efficiency surged, turning him into an afterimage, swinging the forgebreaker warhammer in his hand towards Abaddon.
drach'nyen swore, forcefully controlling Abaddon's hand to swing itself towards Fulgrim.
The Demon Sword and the forgebreaker clashed, and Fulgrim felt a bone-chilling cold pain, causing him to retreat a few steps.
But drach'nyen also noticed that the small amount of power it had just released did not continue to harm Fulgrim's body.
Fulgrim had an obsidian ritual dagger hanging at his waist.
"A ritual dagger?!"
drach'nyen was slightly surprised.
This ritual dagger was forged from eight fragments of the annihilus blade. It inherently possessed the abilities to cut reality, corrupt the greatest heroes, launch fatal attacks, and protect its wielder from fatal harm.
But more importantly, the annihilus blade was the weapon used in humanity's first murder, and it came from the same origin as drach'nyen.
That ritual dagger could, to a certain extent, neutralize drach'nyen's restraint over humans.
Of course, the ritual dagger was ultimately just eight fragments of the annihilus blade. Even the annihilus blade itself couldn't completely neutralize all of drach'nyen's power.
As long as drach'nyen exerted its full power, it could easily shatter that ritual dagger.
But the question was, why should drach'nyen exert its full power? What benefit would it get from it? Why should it work so hard?
Why should it, a sword, work hard? It was just a sword!
And that forgebreaker was also a formidable weapon. What if it dulled itself by clashing with it head-on?
As a sword, the most important thing was to learn to maintain itself. Exerting ten percent of its power was already doing justice to the Four Gods.
With this thought, the eerie blue light emanating from drach'nyen's blade suddenly brightened a notch, but the power it released was greatly diminished.
But Abaddon didn't know. He only felt that drach'nyen seemed brighter than before, thinking that drach'nyen had become more serious and was starting to exert its power.
Abaddon immediately rejoiced, believing his chances of winning had increased.
The black Warmaster stepped forward, the Demon Sword in his hand churning with Warp evil energy, swinging downwards from above towards Fulgrim with extraordinary momentum.
But Fulgrim, gripping the hammer with both hands, swung it fiercely, colliding with drach'nyen once again.
A wave of air surged, but this time drach'nyen was repelled by the forgebreaker, shaking Abaddon and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
"What?" Abaddon was momentarily stunned.
However, Fulgrim didn't give him time to react. His slender, serpent-like hand gripped the forgebreaker tightly, and roaring arcs of lightning shot out from the hammerhead.
Fulgrim was moving faster than Abaddon's vision could capture. He only saw a violent lightning storm crashing into his chest.
The heavy Terminator power armor let out a dull thud, and Abaddon fell backward heavily, like a black stone rolling down a mountain peak.
Fulgrim swung the forgebreaker, leaping up and pouncing on Abaddon, who had fallen to the ground.
Abaddon hastily raised Horus' Claw, and the bullets, imbued with the chaotic evil energy of the Dark Gods, unleashed a torrent towards Fulgrim.
Fulgrim had to dodge the deadly hail of bullets, but Abaddon's gunfire blocked Fulgrim's escape route, and the Red Angel's speed was also a notch faster than before.
The long spear fiercely pierced through the power armor on Fulgrim's shoulder, and a stream of blood flowed from Fulgrim's shoulder.
Fulgrim grunted, turned, and swung the forgebreaker in his hand, striking the ground heavily.
The energy accumulated within this thunder hammer transformed into a roaring tide, surging in all directions, instantly sending the Red Angel flying, shattering Abaddon's gunfire, and flipping Abaddon himself over.
The Red Angel stumbled and fell beside Abaddon, feathers from his wings shedding.
But the Red Angel still panted as he looked at Abaddon: "Just a little more. Just a little more."
Abaddon nodded deeply, rising again with drach'nyen in one hand.
The Red Angel's confidence was not without reason.
In his view, the moment the Blood Angels set foot on the planet Corinal, victory was already his.
He needed the Warp ripples generated when the Blood Angels died in anger as a sacrifice.
Whether it was the Sons of Sanguinius he had corrupted or those loyal to Sanguinius, as long as they died with anger, it could help him complete the ritual.
Now, this ritual was almost complete. Then he could directly replace Sanguinius and become a true Primarch.
The Red Angel closed his eyes slightly, feeling the flow of blood, feeling the Khorne artifact, the fury of khorne, buried deep within the mountains of Corinal, in a hidden cave.
In the past, the Red Angel had gained existence through this artifact, being born into the material universe.
Now, this artifact was constantly drawing the despair and anger of the Sons of Sanguinius as they died, operating as the core of the ritual, constantly pushing the Red Angel closer to Sanguinius.
It was almost successful, almost successful.
However, the Red Angel did not notice that outside the cave where he had hidden the fury of khorne, several figures in dark red power armor were faintly visible.
A power sword named Loyalty thrust out from the woods, like the fangs of a long-dormant Lion suddenly revealed.
The Void Dragon, constrained within the iron ring robot, hastily adjusted gravity, slowing Lion's sword thrust from mid-air for a split second, allowing him to dodge, while simultaneously slamming the gravity hammer in his hand towards Lion.
The gravitational fluctuations highly distorted the surrounding space, and the space, like ripples, spread in all directions. The heavy hammer, almost equivalent to a Titan's kick, directly struck Lion El'Jonson's head.
This was the result of a C'tan directly manipulating physical laws.
The Void Dragon had been entangled with Perturabo and Vashtorr across the galaxy for more than ten years. Ultimately, he was barely captured by Perturabo and sealed within this iron ring robot.
And Perturabo, in order to unleash the Void Dragon's power, had made complex modifications to this iron ring robot, allowing its body to efficiently utilize the C'tan's power to tamper with physical laws.
Bang!!!!
A dull, heavy roar exploded. Lion El'Jonson raised the kite shield in his hand and, surprisingly, lightly blocked the Void Dragon's hammer strike.
The Void Dragon was stunned.
That was just a shield, damn it.
A shield blocked its hammer strike, which tampered with physical laws and distorted gravity? Was this scientific? Was this physical?
This scene gave the Void Dragon a strange sense of familiarity.
Although it was only a fragment, it could vaguely sense the main consciousness sealed beneath Mars and see some scenes from the main consciousness' dreams.
Lion El'Jonson blocking its hammer strike, which tampered with physical laws and distorted gravity, with a mere shield, inexplicably reminded it of a scene it had seen in a dream: a knight using a silver spear to overturn the main consciousness.
That memory had left a very deep psychological shadow on all Void Dragon fragments across the universe.
"*C'tan curse words*" The Void Dragon couldn't help but curse. In the blink of an eye, it tore apart the atoms of the air around it, releasing scorching bolts of lightning towards Lion El'Jonson.
The Lion wielded the Emperor's Shield in his hand, lightly blocking the bolts of lightning.
Then Lion El'Jonson's figure suddenly flashed, disappearing into a dense forest that seemed both real and illusory in the blink of an eye, and then reappearing in the distance in another blink, instantly putting distance between himself and the Void Dragon.
"Tricks of a false god."
The Void Dragon snorted coldly, then its gaze lingered slightly on the Opal-class General Cannon beside it.
The plasma nova cannon equipped on this General Cannon had been improved by Perturabo, making its power extremely terrifying, even enough to shoot down a Primarch. However, its drawback was that it couldn't fire continuously, requiring nearly half a day to cool down.
But this limitation seemed incredibly ridiculous to the Void Dragon. It easily tampered with physical laws, and in this brief moment, the General Cannon had already completed its cooling.