No, Abaddon is far inferior to his father Horus. The four gods put a lot of effort into bewitching Horus, and at that time Horus and Space Marines could be said to be the same to Warp. Without knowing anything, intentionally or unintentionally, Horus's soul was controlled by the Four Gods. And Abaddon was just deceived by Carlos, and then had a random idea from the Deceiver, and it became like this. It's really too shameful. Haha!
The wonderful feeling of gradually unfolding a complex plan made Carlos's feathers stand up in relief. The next thing he had to deal with was Drach'nyen's seal.
A drop of tears with old mottled colors is a holy object formed by the deep unwillingness and sadness when the Emperor's dream was shattered. (Small reminder: the content that appears in Chapter 750)
This tear that Slaanesh wanted to taste was carefully hidden by Tzeentch. After a lot of rituals and preparations for corruption, a small flaw appeared in this tear, and this will also be the key to breaking the seal of Drach'nyen.
Carlos shot tears at the magic sword in Lin Fan's hand. Lin Fan, who was all focused on the magic sword in his hand, also reacted and avoided the teardrop attack while holding the magic sword.
But the teardrops do not need to collide to be effective. The psychic energy on the teardrops pulls the seal on the magic sword away like a cocoon, and the amorphous darkness begins to flow freely in the hands of Lin Fan. Countless voices of hatred sing in Lin Fan's ears, and they all shout in unison the doom of Imperium of Man.
Lin Fan didn't care about anything else, he directly covered Drach'nyen in front of his mouth and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. However, this stuff still continued to flow out of his nostrils, ears and eyes with the help of the internal penetration of the human body.
Seeing that Drach'nyen was about to run away, Lin Fan suddenly shouted, "Damn it! You are just a damn sword!"
The invisible darkness that escaped from Drach'nyen suddenly froze, and each black mass turned into magic sword fragments of different sizes. They all stared at Lin Fan, and then flew in all directions.
Lin Fan threw the light spear towards the largest fragment of the magic sword. As a result, Vengeful Spirit came to life and blocked the blow for him. This made Lin Fan appear on a wall mixed with flesh and gravel the next second.
"Don't bother me!" Lin Fan punched the wall, shattering the wall in an instant, but the scene behind the wall confused Lin Fan, and the boundless desert appeared in his field of vision.
Lin Fan cursed secretly, this must be Warp's distortion of the laws of reality. The picture he saw now was very similar to the picture Observer had shown him. Dry corpses were constantly pouring out of the desert, with Khorne's symbols imprinted on their bodies. These mummies were hungry for the nourishment of blood.
Lin Fan had no idea of fighting them, and directly used the light spear to shuttle through the air. However, there was no concept of ground and sky in this desert, and Lin Fan's next flash hit directly in the depths of the desert.
Climbing out of the hot sand, Lin Fan has been surrounded by thousands of corpses. A fragment of the magic sword is hidden among these mummies. Although its form has been firmly fixed by Lin Fan's consciousness, without the constraints of Abaddon's failed nature, it can release more powerful power.
All the human souls who died in Battle of Cadia were absorbed and transformed by Drach'nyen. In the trembling hum of the sword, the mummies were wrapped in the yellow sand and turned into elite-equipped corps.
Catachan group, Cadia group, Krieg group, Space Marines, Chaos Space Marines, Adeptus Mechanicus, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion...
They all appeared next to Lin Fan, pouring countless firepower on him. There was no way to hide or escape.
"Is this what you rely on? You are still far inferior to the power created by Khorne!" Lin Fan sneered at the surrounding legions. He rushed towards a Warlord Titan, easily tore through its thick outer armor and continued to attack upwards.
After a while, Warlord Titan fell to the ground. The core of the reactor inside was resisted by Lin Fan and used as a bomb. He threw the reactor into the crowd, and the huge explosion instantly cleared the entire area.
In the huge sand pit, Lin Fan saw the floating fragments of the magic sword. He immediately aimed and threw the light spear, stabbing it firmly on the fragments.
"Where else could you run?" Lin Fan flashed forward, grabbed the fragment, and ate it like a biscuit.
The largest fragment has been controlled, but there are still many small fragments scattered in all directions. Drach'nyen's possession ability has become very crude. He must embed the fragments into someone or something's body to complete the possession, instead of just contaminating his mind as before.
Lin Fan continued to track the traces of the fragments, fighting the soul army summoned by the fragments in endless strange spaces. Soon more than ten fragments were recovered by Lin Fan, but among these fragments Lin Fan could not see even the structure of the hilt, they were all fragments of the sword body.
Continuing to travel through the invisible and infinite chaotic space, Lin Fan saw a golden sword hilt firmly inserted into the decaying land across a lake. He immediately rushed a few steps, and in a blink of an eye, he sank into a sea of disgusting mucus and putrid substances. The fat maggots were the fish in this sea, and the larvae of other insects hunted them for a living.
The existence of Lin Fan broke the Serenity in this filthy sea. Whether it was maggots or other insect larvae, they all showed an amazing appetite for Lin Fan. Then they approached Lin Fan. Crowded together, they deprived the last bit of light in this turbid and sticky ocean, and the boundless darkness completely surrounded Lin Fan.
"It's you disgusting things again!" Lin Fan wailed, and he could clearly feel the sticky, thin and distinct disgusting feeling of his body moving in the sea of filth.
Then dense gnawing sounds sounded, which amplified the discomfort in Lin Fan's heart.
In desperation, Lin Fan had no choice but to hold back the nausea and hold his throat, trying to use the purifying Old Tang in his stomach to change the harsh environment around him.
And above the surface of the Sea of Defilement, a rough and rotten tree slanted into the sky very high and far away, leaning on the decayed and mottled moist land. Yellow-green clouds and mist wrapped around the trunk, pulling the trunk and stirring the Sea of Defilement.
A surprised yelp sounded amidst the popping bubbles, and the yellow-green clouds turned into fingers, gently picking up a small and delicate object from the wet earth.
That is the hilt of the Drach'nyen magic sword.