Guilliman's Near-Complete Failure

Abaddon had been driven into a desperate corner.

Before him stood an unbeatable Primarch, lord of the Ultramarines—the man he had mistakenly thought would be easy to defeat: "Robert Guilliman."

Behind him stood a massive adamantium bulkhead, smeared with the ashes of Blanks and blessed scripture from the Ecclesiarchy.

It was truly a case of having no way to heaven and no door to earth!

Abaddon had always believed the gods protected him and that he was invincible. Now, even he couldn't help but sink into despair.

Seeing Guilliman cleave through the air with his sword, Abaddon even felt like giving up.

He couldn't win, and he couldn't run. If he wasn't going to just wait to die... what else could he do?

But at that moment, seeing their Warmaster once again driven into a corner by the Primarch, the surviving members of the Black Legion erupted with the last of their strength.

The Chaos Sorcerers' blasphemous chanting accelerated as their bodies rotted, dissolving into pulp.

At the cost of their own lives, they unleashed one final attack against the invincible Primarch, desperate to save their Warmaster.

Lightning! Flames! Shockwaves! Venom!

The life-sacrificing attack of so many Chaos Sorcerers surged forth like a raging tide of the Warp.

Even Guilliman was shaken by the onslaught. His brow furrowed, and he immediately realized he couldn't trade his life for Abaddon's.

His superhuman senses served him extraordinarily well in that moment, allowing the Primarch to twist his body with incredible acuity at the critical instant.

His power and servo systems worked in concert, making his seemingly massive body burst with peerless speed.

Boom!

His afterimage seemed to flicker in place.

Blasphemous energy, rolling with malice from the Warp, became the final barrier between the Primarch and Abaddon.

It also bought Abaddon a