bookrandom Chapter 227 I Have No Choice But to Admit It
Chapter 227 I Have No Choice But to Admit It
When Abaddon's phantom appeared in front of Harken, Harken immediately knelt down and said: War Commander!
“Go warn that stupid brute, Voda and Blood Glory!” Abaddon said coldly.
“Alright, War Master, but you have stripped me of my power. Now I am no match for that villain!” Harken said, revealing his predicament.
Abaddon nodded and then returned the power to Harken, saying: "Teach him a lesson for me."
The bridge of the Bloodskull flagship "Skull Throne" in the orbit of the Vigilant Star.
Vodar Bloodrocket was using his giant axe, Bloodsworn, to slice through the skull of the Hive Overlord, attempting to transform it into a new goblet. Suddenly, the warp engines on the bridge emitted a piercing hum, and eight bronze chains shot out from the void, pinning the unsuspecting demon prince to his throne.
"You stinking scrap metal!" Voda's roar shattered the eyes of the three slave laborers. When he saw the figure emerging from the end of the chains, sparks flew from his brass fangs in fury: "Harken? Abaddon actually sent you, a lame dog, to teach me a lesson?"
Harken's black wings stretched to their fullest extent in the warp energy, the once-broken bone spikes now wreathed in Tzeentch's eerie blue flames. His power claws, the Skullfinders, lightly grazed Vodar's cheek, leaving sizzling, corrosive marks on his brass skin.
"The War General said if you dare to sabotage the grand plan again..." Harken's voice was like a viper's hiss, "he'll turn you into a Khorne toilet seat."
Voda's response was to spew forth sulfurous flames. Harken teleported to the other end of the bridge, leaving behind a boiling pool of molten metal where he had stood. The twelve World Eater warriors had just raised their weapons when they were sliced to pieces by a suddenly appearing pink dreadlord—a Tzeentch trap set by Harken.
"Do you think your weak tricks can trap me?" Woda and Xue Rong scoffed, easily breaking free of their restraints and picking up their giant axes.
Harken held the black spear, its blade flashing with purple lightning.
“I advise you not to make a move!” Harken said.
"Die!" Woda roared and unleashed a Blood Moon Slash that spanned the bridge. Harken was unable to dodge in time and was struck on the left flank.
"You're courting death!" Harken roared. Then he detonated the pre-planted subspace bomb, shattering Voda's breastplate. The splattered demon blood corroded a kilometer-long crack in the ship's hull.
Knowing this guy was difficult to deal with, Harken summoned seven phantoms of himself, each unleashing a spell of a different attribute.
Enraged, Voda rammed directly into the main reactor, shattering all illusions with the shockwave of the explosion.
The two fought hand-to-hand amidst the molten nuclear flames, and the flesh they tore apart transformed into new demons.
In the bloody struggle, Harken seized an opportunity to plunge his power claw into Voda's heart, only to be jammed by his brass ribs. Enraged, Voda took the chance to bite through his spine and tear off his black wings by the roots. The excruciating pain caused Harken to roar, and his body went limp and powerless.
With a roar, Voda and Blood Glory slammed him onto the bridge deck, smashing through eighteen layers of deck, and Harken's remains plunged into the reactor abyss.
As Voda laughed maniacally, perched on Harken's severed wing, the entire bridge was suddenly enveloped in pitch-black warp energy. Abaddon's phantom projected from the Armor of Destiny, its mere presence causing ten World Eater warriors to explode on the spot.
“Insect.” Zhan Shuai’s voice made time itself seem viscous. “You’re as stupid as a bloodhound in heat.”
Woda responded by slashing his giant axe at the phantom, the blade halting three centimeters from Abaddon's brow. The demon prince's veins bulged, yet he still grinned maliciously and pushed the axe in another centimeter: "Coward hiding in an iron coffin! Come and get me yourself..."
The phantom suddenly materialized, and Abaddon's demonic sword, Draconion, pierced Vodar's throat. As the demon prince crashed to his knees, the warlord's whisper echoed within his skull: "Continue your farce; when the real feast begins, you'll be the first appetizer."
Three Terran standard hours later, Voda rose from the pool of blood, new tissue writhing at the wound on his neck. He gazed at the fading phantom of the black legion in the starry sky, then planted Harken's broken wing onto his own tattered demon wings.
"Abaddon, I won't let you get away with this!" Voda and Blood Glory roared furiously.
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Vigilant Star Orbit, Bloodskull Flagship "Skull Throne"
Vodar Bloodrocket's brass fingers dug deep into the throne armrests, the metal groaning sharply under the pressure of the demonic power. Newly formed swarms of insectoid tissue writhed at his neck, tearing and devouring the flesh blessed by Khorne. The pool of blood on the bridge floor reflected his tattered demonic wing—the black feather wedged in the severed end oozing Abaddon's dark energy.
"Warlord's shit..." He was only halfway through his curse when he suddenly caught a sweet, cloying scent. Pink mist billowed from the bridge's ventilation ducts, and the World Eater warriors' eyes glazed over. One recruit even began carving patterns on his body with a chainsaw axe.
"My dear Bloodskull Keeper~"
Emerging from the pink mist, the Slaanesh archdeacon "Thorn of Pleasure," Lysera, caused crystal roses to bloom on the deck with every step. Her four arms were wrapped in living silk, and where her serpentine tail swept, the adamantite armor began to soften and flow. "Why be angry over Abaddon's rudeness? Let me soothe you..."
Voda's response was to hurl the leg bone of the Hive Overlord that was gnawing at it. Lysera chuckled and caught it with her fingertips, but the leg bone shattered into bone dust the moment it touched her. She blew away the dust from her fingertips, and one of the World Eaters warriors suddenly vomited blood from all seven orifices—the bone dust had sprouted pleasurable spikes from his veins.
"Look," the great demon's serpent tail coiled around a warrior convulsing in pain, "what beautiful art we can create!"
As Voda rose, the throne shattered into pieces from his enraged brass body. Before he could even raise his massive axe, "Blood Oath," Lysera appeared behind him, her venomous nails slicing through the nascent insectoid tissue: "Ah, you smell like the Ancestral Dragon~"
The bridge was suddenly enveloped in a bloody light. Voda's tattered demon wings erupted with unprecedented energy, and Khorne runes slithered across his body like living snakes. Lysera's living silk instantly carbonized, and she screamed as she teleported to the other end of the bridge, where the spot where she had stood had been cleaved open by an axe wind, creating a crack that led directly to the reactor.
“Dare to mention that name again,” Voda roared, causing Lisera’s snake tail scales to peel off, “and I’ll shove you up Slaanesh’s ass!”
Lisela's shattered body reformed in the pink mist, her smile even more alluring: "Truly savage..."
Her words were interrupted by the incoming reactor core. As the core detonated amidst the powdery mist, a rain of acid and rose petals fell across the entire airspace. The last sound was the furious scream of the Slaanesh archdeacon: "Serves you right for being treated like a dog by Abaddon, you idiot!"
Voda returned to the throne ruins by stepping on the molten deck, and suddenly discovered that on the floor corroded by acid rain, Lisela had left a prophecy drawn with the blood of warriors.
He smashed the entire deck in a rage, but three hours later ordered the slave laborers to repair it exactly as it was—Abaddon’s dark energy still throbbed faintly at the broken wing.