On the ground was a panicked figure, like a giant black rat.
Behind it was a barrage of bullets leaving exaggerated tracers.
If one had to describe the current scene, there's an old saying on Ancient Terra: using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
But now, in front of Ustalii's North Gate, a close-in weapon system was chasing a rat!
There was nothing else for it; to save his life, Abaddon's movements to dodge Sith's barrage were far from graceful.
He even looked at Sith's glowing green 'Super Dakka Cannon' and seriously suspected that Gork and Mork were using this opportunity to make him, Abaddon, slap the Chaos Gods' faces.
Otherwise, whose long-range firepower doesn't need reloading?!
What? Joking around is one thing, but are you really stealing bullets from the Warp yourself?
Abaddon's face had long lost its previous confidence, not to mention his initial sneer.
He was just scrambling, watching a Dakka Cannon shot flatten a small hill, his face filled with the helplessness of 'what's the point of fighting this?'
At the same time, he cursed himself in his heart for the umpteenth time for insisting on coming down an hour ago to duel Sith!
Finally, as Abaddon watched Sith level another small hill, seemingly eager to jump up and unleash a sweeping attack, his desire to live overwhelmed his wish for a dignified exit.
What? You ask about winning the duel?
Abaddon lowered his gaze, and a profound realization even surfaced.
"Sorry, I have no such worldly desires."
Abaddon was filled with Zen-like contemplation, and as the sunlight overhead was once again obscured by a shadow, he looked up at Sith, who had jumped up directly to block the star. He gritted his teeth and complained about Sith's inhumanity, not even having time to glance at the personal guards he had painstakingly brought with him. He immediately stood up, activated the blessings within his body, and before the Dakka Cannon could fire, he used a Warp sorcery to teleport back to the harbinger ark.
The empty-handed Sith finally released the trigger, and the Dakka Cannon, which hadn't stopped firing since it began, finally steamed out large plumes of white smoke from its glowing red barrel.
The battlefield finally fell silent again for a moment, but as Sith put away the Dakka Cannon and turned to look at the gate of the Arctic Forge Zone behind him, seeing Abaddon's personal guards caught between himself and the dense city defenses, his steps suddenly paused.
These personal guards stared blankly at Abaddon, who had abandoned them and fled, then looked at the vast world around them, being continuously surrounded and scrutinized by countless Imperial Army soldiers.
Especially when that Mortal, who had been observing for a while and saw that Sith hadn't moved for a long time, was actually about to pull out the Dakka Cannon again.
The personal guards merely exchanged glances, then suddenly drew their weapons...
First, they publicly killed Abaddon's loyalists!
Then, under the astonished gaze of Sith and the Imperial Army, the personal guards, desperate to live, directly pounded their chests at Sith:
"Long live Sith!!!"
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Orbit, harbinger ark.
Inside the palace-like massive bridge, a flash of Warp light appeared in the center, and Abaddon's body materialized. As soon as his front foot landed and he confirmed Sith hadn't followed, Abaddon's legs suddenly buckled, and he stretched out his arms to brace himself on the ground, trying not to completely collapse.
No one on the bridge dared to come forward to help him at this time, partly because they feared being purged by the Warmaster later for having witnessed him in such a pathetic state.
It was also because, not to mention the immobile Mortal mutant crew members, even Vashtorr and orac stayed put, staring blankly at Abaddon, who had escaped alone.
orac didn't even dare to fly out his servitor skull, fearing that something flying around at this moment would make Abaddon misunderstand it as a commemoration of his embarrassment.
After all, in everyone's eyes, Abaddon had made grand pronouncements on the bridge, then took his personal guards to the enemy's doorstep, only to be thoroughly thrashed by the enemy who came out to meet him.
In the end, he was even forced to abandon his personal guards and fled back alone in a sorry state.
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