Abaddon emerged from the anti-gravity beam.
At his side, the Black Legion marauders had already launched their assault on the monastery.
"Hmph!"
Seeing that the Iron Angels Chapter had only this much strength before him, he merely snorted in disdain. Vashtorr needed his support just to deal with these fools?
He alone would have been enough.
But for the sake of their future cooperation, he had still dispatched a military force powerful enough to destroy a planet to fight them. After all, he had once thought Cadia would be easy to take, only to be attacked by Gamma World.
Vashtorr watched the Iron Angels warriors desperately defend the monastery behind them, his heart filled with nothing but contempt. Their stubborn resistance, their meaningless decision to stay here and await death—it all left him cold.
These corpses could be made into Chaos-infused Daemon Engines, their bodies fused with daemons to become his guards.
The muzzle flashes from Bolters and automatic rifles spewed out several continuous streams of fire, clashing with the Black Legion's endless barrage. Yet the Black Legion marauders were practically using overwhelming firepower to suppress a Chapter of only a few dozen men.
The Iron Angels were forced to fall back and seek new cover, yet these unbending warriors never retreated even a single step.
Abaddon practically stepped over the corpses of the Iron Angels Chapter as he entered the battlefield, harvesting the souls of those warriors.
His power claw could pierce through nearly any suit of loyalist Space Marine Mark armor.
And with his terrifying stature, as though a Primarch stood among them, he impaled the Space Marines he had pierced upon his claw and let out cruel laughter.
Then he smashed them into the ground, armor and all.
With every step he took, the Black Legion behind