On the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon stared fixedly at Cadia on the distant Star Map, silent.
Ercanthus's wails and screams before his death still rang in his ears, but the Warp Space had not calmed down. Abaddon could sense the fury and shrieks of the Chaos Gods. They had been deceived and mocked, yet they were powerless. That despicable, damned fellow was in the material universe, where the Warp Space could not interfere!
Why was it there?
How could it possibly be there?
More importantly, it had blocked their path!
That thief!
The furious roars of Psychic Power echoed through the Warp Space. Abaddon did not know why they were so enraged. But in truth, the souls of anyone who believed in the Inquisition went to the Inquisition after death. Not only that, the souls of those they killed were forcibly dragged into the Inquisition's furnace as well!
But... those were originally theirs!
Their believers! Their subordinates! Their souls!
The Inquisition had no right to take any of that!
What enraged them even more was that the Inquisition lay in a remote corner of the Warp Space, beyond the reach of their power. Thus, they could do nothing. The veil of time had deftly and gently separated their spying eyes and grasping hands. The disaster vortex that had once destroyed the entire Milky Way Galaxy still blocked their way, and the barrier of the Great Rift had not vanished. Even with the power of the Chaos Gods, they could not extend their claws into the domain of the Inquisition, standing on the other side of the temporal rift that separated everything.
They could only watch helplessly as their souls were stolen, burned, and then annihilated.
That bastard didn't even leave us a scrap!!
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