The End of a God

Warp, aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

Abaddon, who was ganged up on by the Primarch and only managed to escape the battlefield after fighting with all his might, is in very poor condition.

Or to be more precise, he is now experiencing a sense of fear.

"My divine power... No, this isn't real!"

Abaddon shook his head repeatedly, trying to deny the feeling.

The undeniable fact is that his divine power was indeed diminishing.

"No, that's impossible! I've become a god! I should be a god! My power can't be weakened!"

In order to maintain their divine dignity and to counteract the emptiness and panic caused by the loss of divine power.

Abaddon began to reclaim the power he had once bestowed upon the warriors.

No matter how much power he withdrew, that sense of loss never disappeared; in fact, it grew stronger and stronger.

"Look, look who this is!"

Tzeentch's voice came into Abaddon's ears.

"Isn't this a newly born god? Why is he in such a sorry state now?" Slaanesh's voice was filled with undisguised mockery.

"Oh, so it's a new god. I thought it was the son of some Demigod."

"Enough! Shut up!"

"What's the rush? How are you feeling, Abaddon? How do you feel about this brief and absurd moment?"

It hasn't been long since he gained divine power, yet he has already fallen from grace.

"It's you! It must be you! Pfft!"

Abaddon struggled, trying to call out Tzeentch's real name, but as soon as he had the thought, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Haha! Don't you understand? Abaddon, the Blood God's Legacy is just a legacy; it can't support you to godhood."

"Don't you even consider that, as a fellow Warp deity, why are you allowed to come and go freely?"

Is it because your head is pointy?

There is only one true answer.

Abaddon was never a god.

Clearly, Abaddon had also considered this answer, but he couldn't accept the fact.

"No, it's all fake! You're lying to me!"

"Hehehe, whether I lied to you or not, you know best your own feelings."

But Abaddon still couldn't believe this outcome.

He clearly passed the trials, ascended to the throne of gods, and obtained divine power; he possesses the power of a god!

The ending shouldn't have been like this!

He has not yet brought destruction to the Imperium of Man, nor has he yet made his name known throughout the universe!

It shouldn't have ended like this.

"Then... out of final respect for you, this fleeting deity, do you have any wishes left?"

Tzeentch's voice came into Abaddon's ears, a voice devoid of any respect.

There are only voices that lead people astray.

"I need power, I need the power of God!"

"I have not yet brought destruction to the Imperium of Man, my plan has not yet truly begun, and my grand ambitions cannot be stillborn!"

"Give me strength! I command you, give me strength!"

Silence fell over the Warp, then Tzeentch's voice rang out.

"As you wish, a god full of ambition, but fleeting like a shooting star."

As soon as Tzeentch finished speaking, Abaddon could clearly feel a surge of divine power flowing into his body.

That sense of loss has become almost negligible.

This is the power of God, the undeniable power of God!

What Abaddon didn't know was that when he took on these powers, his last bit of value would be burned away.

"Now, great the Despoiler, you have regained the power of the gods. Do as you please."

"Go vent your anger, let your fury burn in every corner of the galaxy!"

Abaddon didn't speak; he simply stood up silently, but the anger in his heart was enough to burn everything.

However, at this moment, he did not intend to directly cause trouble for the Primarch.

His only goal is to maximize the losses to the Imperium of Man.

He wants to destroy Cadia!

He wanted the entire Imperium of Man to feel his anger at this moment!

This is the price for offending the gods!

As Abaddon prepared for his revenge, the front lines were already in complete chaos.

Abaddon's attack on Lion El'Jonson before he left was so severe that it nearly killed him.

Even if he survived by sheer luck, he is now in a deep coma.

All the Apothecary who could come arrived, but all they could do was stabilize Lion El'Jonson's injuries.

If it weren't for the Dawn Squad's Psychic Power support, the corruption of Chaos alone would have been enough to send Lion El'Jonson back to the throne.

Upon hearing the news of Lion El'Jonson's serious injury, the Lord of Drakes rushed to the scene as quickly as possible.

"Abaddon managed to beat Lion El'Jonson like this?! He?!"

"Vulkan, we underestimated Abaddon's power. After gaining divine power, none of us are his match."

"If it weren't for Mr. Han's help at that crucial moment, we would have already perished on the throne."

Mr. Han?

How is Lion El'Jonson doing now?

"His condition has stabilized for now, but he is currently in a deep coma."

"Abaddon has already fled, but thankfully we held the front line here. How's it going on your end?"

"Corvus, everything's fine on my end."

"Now that Lion El'Jonson's condition has stabilized, let's leave."

The battle is over, and the Eighth Legion and World Eaters are no longer fit to remain here.

"Wait, Night Haunter."

"Vulkan, instead of trying to keep me here, you should take Lion El'Jonson to Terra as soon as possible."

"I think the Emperor of Mankind has a lot to say to you, and you have a lot of questions to ask."

Watching the Eighth and World Eaters leave, Vulkan looked at the others present.

"Corvus, what exactly happened on the battlefield here?"

"Come with me."

Corvus led Vulkan to a secret room on the Flagship.

"Brother, do you know what we saw in the final moments when we faced Abaddon?"

"What?"

"We have witnessed the power of the Emperor."

The power of the Emperor?

But this shouldn't be the case. If the Emperor's power were effective on the battlefield, then Lion El'Jonson shouldn't be in this state.

Looking at Walken's expression, Corvus knew he was wrong.

"You're wrong, Vulkan. The Emperor's power has manifested in Abaddon, along with the other Chaos Gods."

"What? This is impossible!"

Upon hearing this news, the Lord of Drakes's first reaction was surprise, and his second reaction was denial.

"But that's the truth, Vulkan. If it weren't for Mr. Han's power protecting us, we'd probably be dead by now."

The Lord of Drakes's worldview was completely shattered; he was utterly shocked, and a terrifying chill spread through his entire body.

Was Horus really right?

Could it be that the Emperor really used them?

But Vulkan knew very well that now was not the time for infighting.

The most important thing now is to get back to Terra and get everything sorted out.

"No matter what, let's go back to Terra first."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Mr. Han is also in Terra, so we can ask him everything in front of the Emperor."

This battle was difficult and devastating for the Imperium of Man.

Six Primarch, two of Primarch will not participate in the war.

A Primarch quietly retreated to its Homeworld.

Of the remaining three Primarch, one was on the verge of death after the war ended.

Is this a victory?

Certainly.

Without a doubt, this is the greatest victory in the face of Chaos.

But this was also the most painful victory.

Just as they left the Eye of Terror, just when they thought it was all over.

The real disaster has only just begun.

Buzz!!

The cold, desolate universe could not transmit sound, but the fluctuations in space made everyone's heart tremble.

After the fluctuation subsided, a scream came through the Flagship's communication channel.

If nothing unexpected had happened, it would have been a distress signal, but now all that's left is a pitiful wail.

The Primarch wanted to know what had happened.

And things turned out exactly as they wished.

"What... what happened in Cadia?!"