Abaddon: All Primarchs Are Useless!!

Little Fulgrim stared wide-eyed at Corax, momentarily doubting whether he had misheard.

You mean you want me to fight alongside you?

"Yes, was I not clear enough?" Corax nodded.

Little Fulgrim quickly shook his head. "No, no, I just can't quite believe you would invite me."

"After all, I'm just a copy."

"A copy?" Corax gave a self-deprecating smile. "If you're a copy, aren't the twenty Primarch also copies of Him?"

"It's just that He has too many appearances, and a single copy cannot contain them all, so twenty were created."

"You can't say that. You are unique," said Little Fulgrim. "Your thoughts and souls are free, which proves that you are not copies."

"I also want to tell you this. It doesn't matter who you resemble, what matters most is what you want to do in your heart," Corax said.

"Thank you for your recognition." Little Fulgrim gripped his sword tightly. "I will fight alongside you, Lord of the Raven."

"Very good." Corax nodded.

Whew~

A foul stench swept in, disturbing the mist.

The enormous Mortarion flapped its wings and landed, causing the earth to tremble.

He held a giant scythe in his hand, surrounded by countless flies.

After being Knockback the flock of crows that Corax had transformed into, he did not flee but chose to make a comeback.

"After all these years, have you fallen so low as to fight alongside imposters?" Mortarion sneered.

"Your mouth is as foul and disgusting as your body," Corax retorted, staring at Mortarion's face.

The Lord of Death Guard once had a noble face.

But now, that face has been completely corrupted by the power of the Chaos Gods.

It became a twisted being, half-human and half-demon.

The Mortarion now serves as Primarch of Plague.

His face was covered with pustules left by the plague; in some places, they had rotted away, and the bone was even visible.

All human characteristics swelled to an absurd degree, stained with a nauseating slime.

During the Great Crusade, Corax was about the same height as Mortarion.

But after the other party became a demon, it became even taller, to the point that comparing their heights became meaningless.

They are now different kinds of creatures.

One who remains the guardian of the Imperium, a demigod of humanity.

In the future, they will be promoted to a member of the Human Pantheon.

Another became a minion of the Plague God, succumbing to the enslavement of Chaos and becoming a carrier of plague and bacteria.

On Mortarion's back were two enormous moth wings.

His armor also changed, from the white of the Great Crusade to the green of a stagnant pool.

He wore many foul-smelling incense burners and small ornaments hanging from his waist, as a sign of his loyalty to the Plague God.

"You've become as sharp-tongued as Dorn." Mortarion chuckled in a low voice.

"You have no right to mention Dorn," Corax said. "Someone like you isn't even worthy to carry his shoes."

"Its attack power is so weak."

"Primarch this polite?"

"I can't stand it anymore. This kind of verbal abuse is torture for a keyboard warrior like me."

"..."

The players who gathered together,

They took turns commenting on the verbal sparring between the two Primarch.

They couldn't stand Corax's offensive power anymore.

At this moment, a young player stepped forward carrying a megaphone.

"Hey, you big fluttering moth, if you're ugly, get out of our way."

The loudspeaker had an extremely strong amplification effect.

The news spread throughout the entire battlefield.

Mortarion wore a mocking smile when facing his own brothers.

He mocked the other for still serving his foolish father, unlike him who had seen the truth early on and chosen to stand with the gods.

But when he heard what the Outsider said, the smile on his face froze.

"You big, fluttering moth! How dare you shout like that?!"

He is the Death Guard, the darling of the Plague God, and the nightmare of the Milky Way.

"What an apt description," Corax added silently, his words like a knife Mortarion's heart.

"You..." Mortarion's rotting, bloated face turned black instantly.

With a buzz, countless flies flew out from his neck.

The young player continued shouting, "What the hell are you? You dare to challenge the Lord of the Raven? Go and call the true Lord of the Death Guard — Typhus."

Typhus, who was fighting in the distance, widened his eyes upon hearing this.

Ah!!

No!!

Am I that far away?

How can they all draw hatred towards me?

Mortarion's face darkened further, and he raised his scythe, aiming it at Corax.

"Your clumsy plan to send an unknown nobody to face me is disgusting."

"Me? A nobody?" the player raised his voice. "Then who are you, some big shot?"

"A good-for-nothing who boasted big promises but was beaten so badly by his own adoptive father that he questioned the meaning of life."

"A piece of trash who was sidelined by his subordinates and ultimately stripped of his power."

"A spineless coward who claims not to believe in witchcraft but grovels before the Plague God."

"Jagatai said that not being able to fight Typhus, the Lord of the Death Guard, was the regret of his life."

"..."

Eldrad, who was engaged in battle, and the Laughing God's avatars all looked over, their faces filled with shock.

What incredible eloquence!

Those who follow the Living Saint of the Imperium are indeed not to be trifled with.

His mouth is like it's been poisoned; every word he utters pierces the heart.

Mortarion was so angry his mouth twitched.

How dare he humiliate me like that?

"I want you dead." Mortarion pointed his scythe at the player.

He spread his wings and launched an attack.

Corax also started moving at the same time.

Their combat talents are equally formidable; they can act immediately without thinking.

This ability was already programmed into their genetic code when the Emperor created them.

Mortarion has a larger attack range, so it attacks first.

The scythe of death swept across the area like a harvester.

Corax countered with the Talons of the Emperor.

Like the Emperor's Sword, the Talons of the Emperor also contains the Emperor's power, thus easily blocking this seemingly unstoppable attack.

The weapons clashed with a thunderous roar.

The flames and poisonous smoke mixed together, burning away the poisonous gas completely.

Both sides were moving so fast that they were difficult to see.

Mortarion received the blessing of the Plague God, but Corax had already awakened his Warp Essence and received the enhancement of the Emperor weapon.

In some ways, Corax is stronger than Mortarion.

Because he will not be constrained.

He could forsake the Emperor's blessing, but Mortarion was destined to be forever trapped by the Plague God.

When the two Primarch reached the most intense moment of their battle, Little Fulgrim seized the opportunity to come and lend a hand.

They were now in a two-on-one situation with Corax.

Mortarion already felt overwhelmed when facing Corax alone.

With the addition of a Little Fulgrim, they immediately fell into a slump.

"Come help me," Mortarion called to the Nurgle Daemon Prince, summoning them to assist him.

"Thunder!" Ahriman waved his Scepter, unleashing a powerful bolt of lightning imbued with Chaos energy, forcing Little Fulgrim away.

But the next second, he was kicked away by a player.

"Your opponent is me, Ahriman."

The player shouted and rushed over.

With a wave of his hand, Ahriman caused the player to burst into flames, turning into a torch.

"So what if you're Outsider? Can you counter my psionic magic?"

Ahriman got up, reached out, and with a sudden grip, crushed the player to pieces.

"I'm here!" Brother Zhong shouted. "Let me see just how powerful your psionic magic is."

Ahriman waved his Scepter, attempting to ignite Brother Zhong, only to find that his psionic spells were ineffective.

I tried again, but it still didn't work.

"Ah!!"

Before he could try a third time, Brother Zhong swung his sword at him.

"The Blank!!"

In close combat, Ahriman realized that Brother Zhong was Blank, immune to all psionic spells.

"We'll come too."

Don't Eat Beef, the White Wolf each charged at them with their swords.

Ahriman parried a few times, then turned and ran.

He ran towards Typhus's direction, shouting, "Help me!"

As for the other Khorne Daemon Prince who wanted to help, they were all blocked by the players.

Without interference, Little Fogre once again teamed up with Corax to deal with Mortarion.

"Let me see your strength, Fulgrim. Don't disappoint me." Corax continued to swing the Talons of the Emperor.

Scorching golden flames spread across the battlefield, fueled by the power of Chaos, burning everything to ashes and reshaping the laws of physics.

"Shameless! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!" Mortarion blocked Corax's claws, only to be slashed in the back by Little Fulgrim's sword.

If he hadn't possessed Nurgle's blessing, that sword strike would have been enough to knock him to the ground.

"If you've got the guts, then stand here and let us fight you." Corax didn't care about his traitorous brother's provocation.

"Shameless!" Mortarion was so enraged he vomited blood.

After blocking Little Fulgrim's slash, Corax seized the opportunity to kick him, sending him flying backward.

And so, Mortarion was beaten so badly he was completely powerless to fight back.

They could only manage to defend themselves with great effort.

He had absolutely no chance of winning against two opponents.

After being stabbed in the abdomen by Little Fulgrim and left with several burning claw marks on his back by Corax,

Mortarion suddenly erupted, releasing countless amounts of poisonous gas, and then escaped under cover.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave behind two harsh words.

"I will come back, Corax."

"One day, the Milky Way will become the Garden of the Plague God."

"That big fluttering moth is pretty fast," the player continued to shout through the megaphone.

"I will definitely kill you." Mortarion's voice came from afar, clearly furious.

Seeing that the Primarch had fled, the other demons and traitors realized that they could not win the battle and began to retreat.

The Imperial Army and the Aeldari launched a counterattack, completely driving them out of Commorragh.

At this point, the plan devised by Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Magnus had largely failed.

The only one that succeeded was the Vigilant Star.

Abaddon, the Chaos Warrior who had never been defeated in a hundred battles, defeated Calgar, who came to his aid.

The Blackstone Crown ritual was a success, and terrifying Chaos forces devoured the Vigilant Star.

The brave and Invincibility Stretcher Bearers, in an extremely critical situation,

Carrying the heavily wounded Calgar, they fought their way out of the battlefield and escaped back to the flagship.

Abaddon was quite disappointed, but the Stretcher Bearers in Calgar were truly formidable. Even he couldn't stop them and could only watch helplessly as they slaughtered his men and drove away.

With the fall of the Vigilant Star, the Warp tides, like a burst dam, swept across the worlds that were not yet submerged.

Fortunately, most of the Imperium's citizens were evacuated.

What was submerged were just empty, deserted worlds.

But Abaddon's initial strategic objective succeeded; the Nachmund Gauntlet was destroyed.

Terra has lost a waterway that has kept its territory intact.

From now on, they will have to rely heavily on the Webway.

One more War of the Webway would be enough to completely destroy the Imperium.

Abaddon, who had just destroyed the Vigilant Star and withdrawn the Vengeful Spirit, learned about the situation on other battlefields, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Mortarion was defeated by Corax, Nurgle Daemon Army was driven out of the Webway by the Corpse Emperor's army.

Sanguinius' soul has been taken away; those guys will definitely try to resurrect him.

The schemes of Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Magnus have completely failed.

The only result was that Guilliman's adoptive mother was completely wiped out, but Lorgar was also beaten up by the enraged Guilliman and almost died.

"Useless, the Primarch are all a bunch of useless trash."

Abaddon slammed his fist on the table in anger, realizing he was the only one who had achieved results.

The entire Chaos undertaking rested on his shoulders, and none of the tasks were reliable.

In the vast and boundless wilderness

A strong giant is wandering aimlessly.

He forgot where he came from, and he forgot where he was going.

Sometimes, he would try to retrieve his memories, but a voice inside him would tell him not to do so.

Because memories can bring pain.

A terrifying the Beast was seized by the giant's jaws, which were then violently torn apart.

The Beast died just like that, its massive body falling to the ground, crimson blood flowing.

The giant did not stop; he tore off the parts he wanted from the Beast's carcass, preparing to make them his dinner.

When the giant lit a campfire

A traveler carrying a bag and wrapped in a long robe emerged from the wilderness and came to the giant's side.

The giant ignored the other party and continued to bake his own dinner.

The traveler didn't say anything, just sat there, occasionally drinking water and eating dry rations.

It seems he was just a passerby, only stopping here briefly.

Later, the giant couldn't help himself and asked the traveler questions.

Where are you going?

"I don't know." The traveler's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had gone through many difficult journeys.

"Don't you decide on your destination before you go out?" the giant asked.

"I don't go anywhere," the traveler said.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've come to find my child. He's lost in this wilderness, and I want to bring him back."