Just as Abaddon was slaughtering his enemies, a figure suddenly shot out.
He moved faster than the eye could follow. Everyone present saw only a black afterimage flash through the air, cutting across the battlefield like lightning, followed by a dull impact.
The next second, Abaddon was sent flying.
His massive body, clad in Justaerin Terminator Armour, was as helpless as a toy before that dark figure. He traced an arc through the air, smashed through three concrete walls, and finally embedded himself in a fourth, leaving a human-shaped crater in it.
Rubble and dust showered down from the impact site. Several cracks had appeared in his helmet, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Tell Lorgar to get out here!"
Corax's figure slowly materialized where Abaddon had been standing.
By now, he had fully ascended to daemonhood.
His body was nearly twice its former size. Black energy churned around him, forming a distorted halo above his head.
Dark red flames burned in his eyes. Black, vein-like markings had appeared on his skin, and his fingers had become razor-sharp claws, each nail as keen as a dagger.
Yet this was the Legion's holy ground, and its terrifying power of faith clamped down on the Chaos power within Corax like invisible shackles.
The golden light rising from the soil of Colchis pierced his body like countless fine needles, searing his soul and preventing him from unleashing his full strength.
He could feel his psychic energy weakened by more than half under the suppression of that faith. His Chaos blessings dimmed beneath the holy light, and his body struggled against its rejection.
But even with the power within him suppressed, he was still a Primarch.
A Primarch's physique, combat experience, and reaction speed all lay far beyond