No, Abaddon was far inferior to his father Horus. When the Four Gods had seduced Horus, they had put in tremendous effort. At the time, Horus and the Space Marines had known virtually nothing about the Warp. With a deliberate scheme against an unsuspecting target, the Four Gods had managed to seize Horus's soul. Abaddon, on the other hand, had merely been deceived by Carlos and casually planted with an idea by The Deceiver, yet he had ended up like this. What a loser. Hahaha!
The wonderful feeling of gradually unfolding a complicated plan made every feather on Carlos's body stand pleasantly on end. Next, he needed to deal with Drach'nyen's seal.
A teardrop mottled with ancient colors—this was a sacred relic formed from the deep unwillingness and sorrow that had gathered when The Emperor's dream had shattered. (A small reminder: content that appeared in Chapter 750.)
This tear, which Slaanesh had wanted to taste, had been carefully hidden by Tzeentch. Only after extensive rituals and preparations for corruption had a tiny flaw appeared in it, and that flaw would become the key to breaking Drach'nyen's seal.
Carlos fired the tear toward the daemon sword in Lin Fan's hand. Lin Fan, whose attention had been wholly focused on the sword, reacted in time and dodged the teardrop's attack while holding the blade.
But the tear did not need to collide with anything to take effect. The psychic energy on its surface tugged at the seal on the daemon sword, stripping it away layer by layer like unraveling silk. Formless darkness began to flow wildly through Lin Fan's hand. Countless voices filled with hatred sang beside his ears, crying out in unison for the doom of the Imperium of Man.
Lin Fan had no time to worry about anything else. He