"Abaddon, my brother you killed and I are waiting for you in hell."
Hobart's voice was squeezed out from the gap between the broken carapace, with a gurgling sound of blood foam.
His whole body was half-embedded in the sunken wall, and a huge crack had been ripped open in the carapace on his chest, and his exposed internal organs were spasming weakly.
He raised his head and stared at Abaddon with his bloodshot eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, only a kind of hatred that was ignited to the extreme.
He wanted to say something more, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
Abaddon walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at Space Marine, who had fought side by side.
There was still a bleeding wound on his face, and the flesh on his forehead was broken open, revealing the edges of the bones underneath.
He was silent for a moment, and then said, "I am looking forward to this day. Because we will fight in hell, between our flesh and soul, until one party is completely dead."
His voice was low, but it contained something colder than anger, that was calm.
Abaddon There is no resentment, no excitement, only a calmness of having made up one's mind.
What he wants is not the hatred Hobart feels now, but an enemy in another world that refuses to be extinguished.
If there's another battle in hell, that's fine too.
Having said that, Abaddon held high Warhammer.
The hammer head drew a heavy arc in the air, and then crashed down with inertia.
Warhammer fell and smashed Hobart's head.
The shattered skull and brain mixed with blood exploded during the impact, and flying fragments covered the wall behind him.
Hobart's body stiffened for a moment, and then stopped making any movement.
Abaddon stood up straight and did not look at the body on the ground.
He shook off the minced meat and bones covered in the hammer head, and looked towards the passage ahead.
Behind him, the black Legion warriors were still shouting and charging, and the Bolter fire cut the shadows of the entire passage into pieces.
Abaddon and his former colleagues slaughtered these Sons of Horus Legion warriors without any pressure.
Although they were once brothers, they once honed their martial arts in the same Gladiatorial Arena, they once fought side by side for the same Primarch, and their names were once engraved on the same stone tablet.
But when they chose to follow Warmaster's path of rebellion and trample Emperor's oath under their feet, they were no longer brothers.
Abaddon's Power Klaw and Hammerhead don't need to identify who the enemy is, they only need to identify who is on the opposite side of humanity.
Those dark green carapace, those faces that had charged with him on countless battlefields, were no different from any traitors in his eyes at this moment.
He strode forward, Warhammer smashed one carapace after another, and Power Klaw tore open one chest after another.
Bolt exploded at close range, with shrapnel and flesh and blood flying together, dyeing his black armor a dark crimson.
There are more and more corpses in the passage, and the fallen Sons of Horus warriors are layer upon layer.
The soldiers of the Black Legion fought among the corpses until one party fell completely.
The traitors were crushed in batches, and the gunfire they fired was also consumed, and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground was like constant rain.
And Abaddon is always moving forward, eager to find more traitors to execute.
His eyes were not tired, and his steps did not stop.
But just as he stepped through a ruins piled with wreckage and severed limbs, he stopped.
The metal floor beneath my feet was trembling slightly, and at the end of the passage ahead, an indescribable aura surged in like a rising tide.
Abaddon had just approached a few kilometers away from the battle site when he felt the terrifying aura released by the two Primarch.
He sensed that two completely different forces were colliding in front of him.
One is like an ancient giant wolf, wild and unrestrained.
The other is like a coiling snake, cold and precise.
That is the power of Primarch, and there is more than one.
Every impact that erupted in that area caused the steel plates within several kilometers of the surrounding area to resonate.
In such a battlefield, even Space Marine is nothing more than a small insect that can be easily crushed.
Abaddon decisively did not interfere in this battle.
What he felt was not fear, but calm judgment.
His purpose in coming to Gungnir was to destroy this weapon, not to die.
The fight to the death between two Primarchs was simply not something that he, Space Marine, could intervene in.
He turned around and strode towards the passage in the other direction to choose another target.
The battle is not over yet, there are more traitors waiting for him to execute.
Reactor on the other side has been almost destroyed by Russ.
The light of the furnace illuminated a devastated ruin.
The cooling pipe lay paralyzed on the ground like a dissected abdomen, and the steam and coolant gushing out from the fracture turned into a large white mist at high temperatures.
Control Console was smashed into pieces, leaving only the twisted metal bracket still standing in place.
The entire bulkhead of the energy array was split open, the internal coils and pipelines were torn into a mess, and sparks kept flashing in the darkness.
The furnace core itself is still functioning, but all surrounding ancillary facilities have been crushed by the deadly force.
The air is filled with the strong smell of molten metal and burnt flesh, and the radiation density here is so high that a halo appears on the ground.
Omega stood on the broken debris of a large pipe, breathing a little faster, and the Spear in his hand was still pointed steadily at the Russ opposite.
His carapace was covered with new scars, the shoulder armor had a crack, and the edge of the breastplate was curled with metal that had been chipped by the ax blade.
And in his perception, a moment was finally approaching.
Reactor has been damaged to the point that it cannot continue to maintain charging without repair, and the nodes of the monitoring system have also been paralyzed. In the eyes of Utio, this area has become an out-of-control Black Hole.
If he disappeared now, Utio would think that he was buried in the aftermath of the Primarch battle, which would be enough for his exit to not arouse any suspicion.
It's time to retreat into the shadows.
Russ also seemed to feel the invisible time scale.
He didn't speak, but the Battle Axe in his hand slightly adjusted its angle, and the sawtooth of the Chainsword changed its direction while humming.
He saw Omega's eyes flashing slightly under the light of Reactor, and he also understood the signal that our side needed to end this battle.
He did not hesitate and struck Omega with a slash.
The ax blade carried a force that was enough to tear the entire bulkhead. At the same time, the strong wind it set off swept over the remaining fuel pipes on the ground. It was ignited by the high heat and instantly turned into a rolling wall of flames.
During a deliberate attack by Russ, Omega did not dodge, but resisted Russ's attack.
The ax blade scratched his breastplate, tearing open a horrific wound extending from his right shoulder to his ribs. The carapace shattered, and the blood instantly vaporized in the hot air, turning into a spread of red steam.
Omega's body was pushed back several steps by the force, and Spear almost escaped.
In Russ's surprised expression, he stepped on the pipe that was already surrounded by flames.
The explosion was ignited at that moment.
The pressure valve at the edge of the entire Reactor platform suddenly exploded, and a blazing white shock wave mixed with radiant flames engulfed the dark blue figure.
Heat waves and debris covered everyone's sight, swallowing Omega whole.
Russ stood in the aftermath of the flames, maintaining the posture of holding the ax, motionless.
The flames rolled in front of him, licking his carapace, but he seemed not to feel the heat.
He looked at the flames that were slowly dissipating. The figure that should have fallen under his ax had disappeared into the firelight and thick smoke, leaving no trace behind. Even the blood was evaporated.
At this moment, only Russ was left in the battlefield, stunned in place.