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"That bastard came here, dreaming of boarding us and beheading The Despoiler?"
After Abaddon sensed The Savior's presence, the Fire of Vengeance burned fiercely, and the Face-shaped Fel Energy coiling around his body howled without end.
He suddenly rose from the Throne, Drach'nyen in hand, while the Talon of Horus flashed with Fel Energy.
His Chaos Lords and elite guard legion were all here, yet The Savior had boarded them directly.
Without question, it was an insult.
"The Savior, since you want a decisive battle, I'll grant you one!"
Abaddon roared and took up a battle stance, his aura spreading outward:
"The Despoiler will wait here today. We'll fight to the death and end the grudge between us!"
He waited patiently on the Throne for that moment to arrive.
Before long, dozens of Dark Thunder Custodes and Fear Warriors arrived in the Bridge area through teleportation boarding.
The Dark Red Flames, Wings of Light, and Special Effect Halos on their bodies lit up the area they stood in, even suppressing the glow of the Empyrean.
The Fear Warriors' equipment was almost the most exaggerated existence in the Galaxy and the Warp, radiating a dense sense of intimidation.
Every one of them had modified arms and equipment above Artisan-class, and even the skulls on the Trophy Racks behind them had been modified, fitted with force fields or Crimson Lasers.
Simply put, this batch of warriors were the elites among the elites of the Legion of Fear, each of them carrying +18 weapons and gear.
Compared with them, the Black Legion's equipment looked far too shabby, mottled with rust.
There was no helping it. In recent years, the Black Legion had become even more lacking in material supplies, and even its elites did not have much good equipment.
The Legion of