Chapter 939 Driving People Crazy

After doing all this, Carlos felt relieved, but his work was not over yet. He still needed to fulfill his promise to Abaddon and let Chaos regain the upper hand.

A historical fragment obtained from a bystander was held in Carlos's hand. From any angle, this historical fragment would only show the same picture.

The huge door swelled out from the flesh-like wall, and the blood gathered into a winding blood river along the transparent pipes on the floor. The road under his feet was covered with mucus like a tongue. From time to time, extremely ugly winged creatures swept through the bone arches and perched on the racks made of ribs. The imperial guards marched in this boundless terror. Even though they had been shaped into powerful warriors without blood and tears, they trembled uncontrollably because of terror.

All these details narrated the truth of the historical fragments, which was the appearance of the Spirit of Vengeance during the siege of Terra. At that time, the glorious warship became the magic cave where the real warmaster Horus absorbed the power of the warp, and the blessings of the four gods carried by Horus in turn nourished the transformation of the Vengeful Spirit into a warp entity. Now Abaddon only controls the shell of the Vengeful Spirit, and he knows nothing about the warp form of the Vengeful Spirit.

Now, with the power of the bystanders, the real Vengeful Spirit that once made the entire empire tremble and the guards feared will reappear in the world.

The heavy heartbeat spread in the void, and the orcs, humans, and the Eldar all heard this sound. The heartbeat became louder and louder, spreading the fierce sense of terror to every corner of the battlefield.

Even the Space Marines, who were known for their strength and fearlessness, turned pale in the heartbeat. Although Chagatai Khan was not frightened by the heartbeat, his face was also very solemn. With the special sensitivity of the Primarch, he discovered the source of the spread of fear.

Vengeful Spirit!

This warship, which originally had a steel structure, quickly transformed into a living creature, becoming the outlet for the most insane power of the subspace origin. Each Gothic-style window turned into a terrible eye that released malice, and each cannon became a hungry giant mouth that spit out tongues and flames.

Its interior was even more distorted, and space and time were violently and disorderly cut apart. The narrow passage in the previous second turned into a deep pit similar to a throat in the next second. The wide deck turned into a cliff formed by broken bones, and a waterfall composed of yellow liquid poured down the gap, and it was unknown where it fell.

Slaves, servitors, mutant tribes, Chaos Space Marines, they all struggled in this endless madness. The foul mist filled their vision, obscuring the cannibalistic corridors, mosquitoes and flies hovered on their armor, and the eggs they planted blocked every link of the armor.

Abaddon and his warriors were at a loss in the face of the distortion of the Spirit of Vengeance, and Lin Fan, who was thinking about how to deal with the magic sword, was also dumbfounded.

How did this place become like this in just a few seconds?

Abaddon, who was in a daze in the madness, suddenly heard a harsh laugh. Only then did he realize that he had made a big mistake in his trance. He was deceived by Carlos and another existence that had not been exposed.

Chaos is indeed going to have the upper hand, but does Chaos really include Abaddon and his Black Legion?

The answer is no.

"Damn it! Damn it! Izara! Izara answer me!" Abaddon called out the name of Khayon's sister in panic, but only got a dead silence.

"Warmaster! We must retreat! Think about it at Blackstone Fortress!"

In the reminder of his personal attendant, Abaddon suddenly reacted. He gritted his teeth and spit out the order to evacuate from between his teeth. The veterans of the Eternal War surrounded Abaddon. They struggled in the endless swarm of monsters that bred in the Spirit of Vengeance. Many warriors were torn to pieces by monsters. It was simply impossible to get close to the escape pod.

Abaddon was anxious as he watched his men fall one after another, but he had no choice but to shrink behind his followers with his arms broken. How could he accept this, who always prided himself on being proud and brave?

Carlos' voice rang out again. This time he could not hide his gloating mood. In front of Abaddon and all his followers, he loudly said the only title Abaddon had in the long river of fate.

Big loser.

Big loser Abaddon! From the past to the future, he will always fail!

The physical disability, the extremely bad situation of the war, the failure to protect the safety of Khayon's sister, and the various factors of being fooled and ridiculed by Carlos completely overwhelmed Abaddon's reason, leaving only endless anger in his body. He rushed directly out of the position barely built by his followers, and tread a bloody road among the monsters with only his legs.

Carlos did not care about Abaddon's anger. Without the blessing of the magic sword, Abaddon was no different from a waste to him. He bent his fingers slightly, and the powerful psychic energy pinned Abaddon to the spot, unable to move.

Carlos, who liked to kill people, even changed his face to that of everyone Abaddon had stabbed in the back, laughing in unison and forcing Abaddon to watch his men being drowned by endless monsters.

"Hahaha! Swallowed! Swallowed! All the brothers you cherished were swallowed into the stomach! How do you feel now! How do you feel!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Carlos whispered in Abaddon's ear, "Big loser, do you know who the golden figure who guided you to find the magic sword is?"

"Ugh! You damn devil! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Quack! That golden figure is the incarnation of the Emperor you hate the most! Draconian is a curse branded in the origin of mankind, and is the incarnation of the doomed destruction of the Empire. But why can such a divine weapon be held in the hands of a small Space Marine like you, instead of those Primarchs who are more powerful than you? That's because you are a doomed loser. Your inherent loser attribute weakened Draconian, which delayed the final destruction of the Empire again and again. The Emperor saw this, so he guided you to find Draconian."

"This is not true! These are all your lies!"

"Struggle as much as you can, I like to see people unable to accept the ugly reality! Hehehe!!!" Carlos laughed a few times, shook out a gust of wind to blow Abaddon away, and threw him out of the body of the Spirit of Vengeance.

He had already dealt a heavy blow to Abaddon's spirit, and now he was letting Abaddon go one step deeper on the road of madness, just like his father's fate.