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Down to Vigilus?

"Abaddon, I never thought you'd end up like this.

Can you still hold on?"

Ron came before the body that could barely be recognized as human and cast another stream of life Psyker Power to keep Abaddon alive.

To be honest, after fleecing Abaddon for so many years, he had grown a little attached to it.

If this guy kicked the bucket, there would be nothing left to fleece in the future.

Ron could see Abaddon's stubbornness.

If the other party were willing to offer himself to the Chaos Gods, he would soon recover his strength.

But Abaddon refused. He would rather let his life slowly slip away than become a slave of Chaos.

After recovering a trace of strength, he slowly raised his eyes.

"The Savior, are you here to kill me, or do you want to laugh at me?"

Abaddon's heart was filled with rage and helplessness, especially after realizing that he and the Black Legion had been toyed with by the gods.

Not long ago, Horus and Erebus had come to him and ordered him to obey, hand over everything, and take part in the grand plan of the Chaos Gods.

The former First Captain of the Luna Wolves, The Despoiler, had the right to follow Warmaster Horus, the future dark emperor, in conquering the Imperium of Man.

That Emperor, The Cursed, would also lose the power to resist under the grand plan. When that time came, the Imperium would no longer be able to resist the Chaos Gods.

As for the Primarch of Hope, The Savior, what could he do after losing the Emperor's protection?

The Savior could not resist the four great gods alone. He would inevitably fall beneath Chaos's offensive, kneeling in submission or dying completely.

Abaddon had not agreed, especially