With Abaddon slain, the Black Legion's Thirteenth Black Crusade was officially declared a complete failure.
The remnants of the Black Legion swiftly withdrew, vanishing in haste into the depths of the Eye of Terror.
On Cadia, the warriors cheered this hard-won victory. Only Duanmu Huai stood there, gazing at the Eye of Terror before him with neither joy nor sorrow.
From the Empire's perspective, they had won a resounding victory this time. Not only had they killed Abaddon, the Empire's greatest scourge, they had also repelled the invasion and once again preserved the Empire's foremost front line against Chaos.
But in Duanmu Huai's eyes, it counted as a draw.
Because Duanmu Huai knew very well that, on the scale of time, stopping the Thirteenth Black Crusade amounted to nothing.
The Chaos Gods could find one Abaddon, so they could find another Warmaster. It was only a matter of time. After this would come the Fourteenth, the Fifteenth, the Sixteenth...
Then, one day, Cadia would be blasted apart, and the Eye of Terror would tear the universe open.
History would not change. It would only correct itself.
From this perspective, the Chaos Gods had achieved their goal of using a predetermined history to test his strength.
After all, within this stretch of history, Duanmu Huai could not possibly kill the Chaos Gods. Thus, they could recklessly court death in all sorts of ways. Unless Duanmu Huai chose to destroy this timeline, they could not truly die.
And now, they had obtained intelligence on Duanmu Huai's powers and characteristics, especially the Sixth Heaven Demon King...
This information would be very useful when these Evil Gods plotted against Duanmu Huai in the future.
On the other hand, Duanmu Huai had not lost out either. Through this confrontation, he had thoroughly verified the strength