Looking at Warmaster Abaddon standing with his sword in hand, Garmo Zejie gritted his teeth, knowing that things could not get better, so he could only stand up and whispered:
"That's offending, Warmaster."
Before he finished speaking, Garmo Zejie had already rushed forward and waved his witch sword.
And his opponent cleverly avoided it, ignoring the sparks of decomposition falling on the armor. Garmo Zejie had never seen someone so agile wearing a Terminator.
Never——
And more importantly, the Terminator armor Abaddon wore greatly strengthened his physical strength. Garmo Zejie had to hold the weapon with both hands to receive the heavy blows blessed by the opponent's huge armor.
This was enough to make him walk hard.
The weapons collided again, and then Garmo Zejie spun away from the opponent, moving cautiously, trying to find loopholes in the opponent's perfect defense.
"By the way, what's wrong with you?"
Abaddon suddenly asked, glancing at Garmozej's clumsy limbs and weird armor plates.
Garmo Zejie remained silent and concentrated.
He struck out with hatred in his gesture, intending to strike directly at Abaddon's neck.
The Warmaster moved back to avoid the blow, then immediately struck with sword in hand.
"You move like a machine."
Abaddon then taunted, dancing back into melee range with a flurry of blows.
"I have killed many people like you, but they fought more like warriors than... cripples!"
This sentence really touched the pain point in Garmo Zejie's heart. The mutated limbs did give him some strength, but more often they gave him a sense of strangeness and discomfort, causing him to look a bit like a limb when he moved.
As a disabled person, there are many jokes about him in the war gang.
"The Warp hates us."
Garmo Zejie muttered, beginning to realize that he was in a losing situation.
"Yeah, we all are."
They collided again, their armor taking the blow and their swords bouncing off each other.
Garmo Zejie smashed the sword blade, missing the target by just a hair. Then he had to defend himself, barely avoiding the sword's edge.
He took a step back to create some space.
"But I'm not sick."
Suddenly, words fell out of Galmo Zejie's lips almost uncontrollably.
Sick, this is what the renegade Soul Drinkers call the various mutations and self-destructions displayed within the warband. Many people are now more like beasts than humans. Their genetically modified bodies have been destroyed and twisted by the power of chaos, falling into
A deepening hell of self-destruction.
Abaddon laughed, in a cruel voice.
"Maybe not yet, but sooner or later, I will. I have seen too many characters like you. In the end, you can only survive on the leftovers of the gods. The ending is nothing more than a madman or a chaos egg."
Garmo Zejie continued to retreat, allowing his enemies to press forward step by step.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the Terminators standing motionless, seemingly oblivious to everything that happened, like statues.
"I will never give in, I will fight to the end."
A disdainful hum escaped from Abaddon's tight lips, the sword blurring like a piece of gauze around his armored figure.
Then, the two swords struck each other again, making a fierce collision sound.
"Resist? Do you understand what resistance is? Resistance is to break fate and pursue greater things! You have been given a talent, but you are too naive to fight for something that has passed away - the old legion? Don't be kidding, there is nothing else in front of you.
There is nothing else but shackles.”
The weapons swirled around each other, weaving, thrusting, and beating.
"However, for us, the shackles no longer exist."
Garmo Zejie had been forced to the edge of the bridge. He felt his remaining muscles tightening and sweat dripping from the inner wall of his neck armor.
His foes are faster, stronger, and sharper, wielding the sword as if it weighs nothing.
He hated himself very much at this time——
He should be faster, he should be stronger.
"So why would you feel a sense of belonging to a Legion that never existed?"
Abaddon pressed, with genuine curiosity.
"You haven't even seen the Primarch."
Garmo Zejie began to breathe rapidly, and the sword became as heavy as a piece of lead in his hand. He now began to withstand attacks - off-center attacks, constantly eating away at the gaps in his defense.
"I made a vow."
Abaddon smiled again.
"Oath! Oaths are made all the time in subspace."
Abaddon said in a cruel but sincere tone:
"Stop talking about things you don't understand."
As he spoke, he used that thing for the first time——
Claw of Horus.
In fact, Garmo Zejie had been wary of this thing before. When he first met Abaddon, he was very afraid of this thing. He could see the echo of death entrenched like mist between its curved claws and blades.
The dazzling light of this layer of psychic energy attracted countless unformed monsters, who prayed to this divine weapon, whispered their love to it, and praised its power to change the path of the future with inhuman whispers.
In many ways, this giant claw has the same "flavor" as the Draconian in Abaddon's hands, which is both dazzling and disgusting.
And it's powerful.
"You are just a lost dog abandoned by the empire. Stop using the sign of the Lost Legion to flatter your face. It will only make you look extra funny."
The next second, the giant claw knocked away the sword blocked by Garmo Zejie like a battering ram, stuck it in the claw blade, then snatched it from Garmo Zejie's hand and threw it away.
Garmo Zejie's body was trembling, his eyes were wide open, and his saliva bonded into curved threads between his teeth.
"I'm not a lost dog!!!"
Roaring angrily, he actually crashed directly into Abaddon.
This move caused all the surrounding Terminators to raise their guns at the same time.
But Abaddon knocked his body crooked with a slap, then smoothly dropped the sword in his hand, grabbed Garmozej's throat with his bare hands, and lifted him up amidst the roar of the hydraulic joints of the Terminator armor.
Garmozej's limbs were forced off the ground, and he could no longer breathe. Although Astartes could withstand long-term hypoxia, when he looked into Abaddon's contemptuous eyes, he still doubted that he would die.
In suffocation.
"You are full of hatred in your heart now, right? Hatred for your own weakness."
Garmo Zejie suppressed his blush, then gritted his teeth and said:
"As long as I don't die today! One day I will be stronger than everyone else!"
"Very good, it seems you have understood something."
Suddenly, Abaddon let go of his hand, then turned around and stared outside the observation window.
"Now you have value. Your hatred is a kind of nourishment. In time, you may be able to form a force against fate... That's it. I agree. I will send an envoy to Huron to explain it. No
My help, the Red Pirate can't withstand the pressure of the empire, he is always asking for help from me, but those ships still have to be returned to him, and I will give you new ships later, but you have to remember that I value
It’s not your ridiculous legion that’s most important, but you as a person and your hatred.”
Garmo Zejie stood up and bowed humbly to pay tribute.
"I understand, thank you Warmaster."
"Okay, you go down."
Abaddon waved his hand behind his back, and Garmo Zejie immediately exited the bridge.
The Chaos Warmaster stared at the crazy colors outside, looking a little uneasy.