Abaddon Driven Into a Corner

The Chaos Lord's sacrifice had thoroughly ignited the Black Legion's morale.

It was truly a fight with their backs to the wall!

The Chaos Terminators' desperate charge and the Chaos Sorcerers' bursting toxic spores briefly held back the Ultramarines' assault, forcing Guilliman to divide his attention to deal with them as well.

The Primarch did not hesitate. He cut through the poisonous fog with his sword, and his decisive, stern voice rang out like a boulder sinking into a lake, steadying the slightly disordered Ultramarines' ranks in an instant. "Not one step back. The Chaos Marshal is right in front of us. This is our best chance. Don't waste the opportunity Alvin created for us!"

That authoritative command roused the Ultramarines' spirits as well.

They had to suppress the Black Legion!

And as their commander, he also had to curb the Black Legion's morale. After all, an army's first surge of energy would fade with each successive attack.

Otherwise, if the Black Legion's spirits were allowed to rise, then the trap he and Alvin had carefully devised—and their plan to kill the Chaos Marshal—might fall apart completely today.

Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword, its pure golden flames parting the poisonous fog before him. The Auspex in his helmet locked firmly onto Abaddon as he fled in panic. "Where do you think you're going?!"

Bang!

The Primarch's metal boot slammed down.

The overloaded servo systems poured out tremendous force, crushing the ground beneath him. A shock wave burst around him as his Power Pack belched scorching blue light, hurling him like a cannonball straight at the fleeing Abaddon!

"Abaddon, I already told you—today is the day you die!" The Emperor's Sword blazed with dazzling golden fire. Like dawn splitting the dusk, it tore through the Warp energy barrier and the thick,