Except for the dust kicked up by Abaddon, who had turned into a cannonball, the entire world—whether it was the Greenskins and humans behind, the bodyguards in front, or even Vashtorr and orac on the harbinger ark—everyone kept their lips tightly sealed, watching the scene before them with expressionless faces.
Even though orac had no lips, the humming sound of its servers seemed to have inexplicably quieted down.
The only sound left in the entire world was the wailing of the cold wind blowing across the land.
Until Abaddon gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and struggled to stand up from the wall. Before he could even catch his breath, the sunlight in front of him was blocked once again.
Abaddon was stunned; this time, he stiffly raised his neck and looked at the Morkanaut's arm being raised again, suddenly feeling a bit of fear:
"Still... still coming?"
The same action, the same steps; the only difference was that this time, Abaddon didn't crash into a plasteel wall, but a sheet of solid ice.
Watching the Warmaster turn into a shaved-ice machine again, the Chaos side fell completely silent, and the humans on the city wall unconsciously opened their mouths wide, unable to believe what they had just seen.
Even Shahansen watched with his mouth open for a while, then stared blankly at Fanros beside him, speechless as to how he had managed to find Sith first!
Abaddon, having finally struggled out of the ice, could no longer hold back and spat out blood. At the same time, without further hesitation, he drew his magic sword and activated the claw of horus at full power, glaring furiously at Sith.
And this time, he finally saw how Sith had arrived in front of him without him reacting.
Abaddon looked up and could only see the Morkanaut, known for being heavy and clumsy, in Sith's hands, actually jumping up from the ground and rushing toward him with exaggerated, unbelievable power and agility.
Seeing this, Abaddon didn't even have time to think if this was right, and a look of grievance appeared on his face:
"Such a huge thing, and you're piloting it like a flea; don't you feel awkward yourself?!"
Abaddon had unspeakable bitterness; after all, he had fought his whole life. Against any enemy, not to mention Primarchs, even Greater Daemons, he could always find a way to counter them. But now, looking at the crazily approaching Sith, Abaddon watched for a long time and actually didn't even know how to fight back.
Use his sword?
Abaddon looked at his sword and recalled the pounding Sith had done during his entrance.
Although his magic sword might indeed be able to cause damage to such Greenskin steel arms, the moment he thought about the force of that punch being transmitted entirely to him, he feared that while the magic sword would be fine, he himself would have to spit out quite a bit more blood.
Thinking of this, Abaddon decisively put away his magic sword. In the past, he had always relied on his strength to bully others, but now, being bullied by Sith relying on brute force, he realized that this absolute gap in strength made fighting so frustrating!
However, having determined that melee was not an option, Abaddon, worthy of the title of Warmaster, immediately chose to maintain distance and fight from afar.
Facing the massive body that Sith suddenly leaped down with, Abaddon scrambled to the side, not daring to counterattack, just keeping his distance. He then searched through the countless duels in his memory, found the one closest to the current situation, and used the fighting style of his opponent from that memory.
But just as he raised the claw of horus, capable of firing master-crafted enchanted Bolter fire, Abaddon suddenly realized that this action of his—wasn't it the same reaction Calgar had when he was being chased and beaten by him that day?
It was just that the Calgar of that day was replaced by him, Abaddon, and he, Abaddon, was replaced by Sith.
Abaddon fired a string of Bolter fire at Sith, while simultaneously unable to help but complain about Calgar.
"This combat power..."
"The one who should have gone to board the ship that day was you, Calgar!"
Abaddon complained in his spare time, but seeing that although the Morkanaut Sith was piloting had large chunks of armor blown off by the master-crafted enchanted shells fired from the artifact claw of horus, Sith still didn't even dodge and just kept charging over, he quickly stopped complaining and prepared to continue learning from Calgar's advanced dueling experience.
However, after pulling back the distance again, seeing that Sith didn't chase after him, Abaddon's face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to continue covering fire, he saw Sith standing in place, pulling a'Super Big Shoota' full of Greenskin style from behind the Morkanaut!
At the same time, under Abaddon's stunned gaze, Sith, with a realization of'so it can be done this way,' aimed the'Super Big Shoota' at Abaddon.
"Can you use ranged weapons in a duel?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
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