Over a hundred Black Legion elites clad in Terminator armor swiftly gathered before Abaddon.
Forty Justaerin, eighty Harbingers of Despair.
The Justaerin had been elites during the Great Scouring, and few remained now. But new elites like the Harbingers of Despair could barely fill the gap left by the Justaerin.
Abaddon had definitely considered what to do if Lu Jin fought his way to him. The formidable enemies Lu Jin now faced were part of Abaddon's arrangements.
The Warmaster stood on the command deck without retreating, slowly drawing Drach'nyen and gripping it in his hand.
"Abaddon!!!!!"
The furious roar resounded through the command deck. Its voice made the hearts of everyone inside, Space Marines and mortals alike, skip a beat.
In the next instant, Lu Jin flashed forward with his Greatsword raised high, and only then did Abaddon realize he had moved.
Twenty Harbingers of Despair were cut down while Abaddon was still extending a hand to point at Lu Jin.
Only then did the Justaerin Terminators react and open fire on Lu Jin.
Their weapons differed from any Lu Jin had seen before. Their muzzles, flickering with mottled points of light, gathered beams that converged into a single point before striking the charging Lu Jin.
The explosion swept across half the command deck. Everyone who failed to flee in time was annihilated within it.
After the others made way, an adjutant stepped forward. Both his hands were equipped with disintegration weapons. Ten thousand years ago, these weapons had been issued to a select few elites among the Space Marine Legions, but their principles were too complex and dangerous. Though the technology had not been lost, they had been banned.
The adjutant advanced, stopped, lowered his body, and steadied himself. The disintegration weapons charged and fired. No one saw how