I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 675 Abba Abba!
The sound waves roared like a midnight surge, crushing the air, shaking the ground, and even causing the gray sand on the Murder Star's surface to pulsate rhythmically with the sound waves, crashing into the Forged Leader who was closing in step by step towards the Assassin Band.
But the sound waves shattered the moment they touched the original head, like waves crashing against rocks and breaking into fragments.

The original leader slightly raised his head, and the pupils hidden beneath his helmet suddenly contracted.
The five stabbing musicians froze for a moment, a strange fear welling up inside them, making them stiffen in place. The murderous star fell silent once more.

Then, the lead singer's head suddenly exploded, and the figure of the original leader appeared in front of the lead singer in an instant, throwing out a power punch that smashed the lead singer's head.

The remaining four rascals let out sharp roars; the guitarist strummed the strings, the keyboardist pounded the keys, the drummer pounded the drum kit, and the bassist made a sound no one paid attention to.
A deadly sonic wave pierced the head of the original forged creature at close range.

But the figure of the original leader vanished from the spot, as if a shadow had dissolved into the darkness.

The sound of a power dagger slicing through a throat rang out. The weapon in the hands of the original leader had somehow transformed into a combat blade, swiftly slicing through the guitarist's throat.
The guitarist fell, and the keyboardist behind him pounded the keys at breakneck speed, creating a thousand distinct sounds that echoed in the air, like a thousand different weapons piercing the head of the Primal Forged.
The leader of the original forge let out a wild roar, the scent of blood emanating from him; he seemed to have transformed into an extremely bloodthirsty ghoul.

But his speed at that moment surpassed sound, easily dodging the keyboardist's sounds, and he grabbed the keyboardist's head with both hands.

The original casting leader exerted force with both hands in opposite directions.

The sound of bones cracking rang out as the keyboardist's head was ripped in two, splattering brain matter and blood everywhere.

Seeing this, the drummer hurriedly struck the drum set in front of him, but before he could make a move, Yuan Zhuzhi slightly moved his finger, and a combat blade shot out, piercing directly through the drummer's forehead.

In the blink of an eye, all the musicians of the Assassin Band had fallen before the head of the original caster.
With a whooshing sound, the piercing bassist, wielding his bass with one side bladed like a battle axe, silently appeared behind the Primal Forged Leader and slammed it down towards the Primal Forged Leader's back.
The original leader turned his head slightly, and a bolt of psionic lightning burst forth, tearing through the air and piercing the bassist, instantly burning him to ashes.

From the ship on orbit, Aidoron gazed at this scene.
"Which Astartes does he belong to?" Edoron asked Fabius Bayer.

Fabius smiled.

“All,” he replied. “Belissau Caul, you are a genius.”

"Is it time for me to strike?" Aidoron opened his mouth slightly, his breath carrying a sticky, fishy stench and a bloodthirsty impulse.

He had begun to resent Fabius, the lowly apothecary who had been preventing him from achieving new glory.

The original forged figure resembling Taviz, the inexplicably powerful unidentified Astartes, and the clone were all prey that could enhance his glory.

A cold smile flickered across Fabius's lips: "Then go hunting, Commander-in-Chief."

On the gravelly ground, a burst of brilliant light from the Warp suddenly exploded, so suddenly that the Phoenix Children had no time to react.

Upon seeing the figures emerging from the dazzling light, anger flashed in the eyes of every Phoenix Child.
The Chaos Space Marines were clad in luxurious armor interwoven with purple, pink, gold, and silver. Their faces were lewd, blank, insane, and arrogant. Their bodies were covered with various extremely ornate inlays, and their forms were highly distorted. Some wore heavy armor and wielded weapons that were also musical instruments, while others had large areas of exposed skin and held long, strange swords.
The Third Legion, formerly the Son of the Emperor, now twisted followers of Slaanesh, stand before the Phoenix Son.
They are like two opposites: one perfect, one twisted; one noble, one corrupt; one loyal, one treacherous; one devoted to the phoenix reborn from the ashes, one to the blasphemous serpent god.

The Phoenix Princes were enraged by the Emperor Prince's fall from grace. The Emperor Prince's depravity pierced their hearts, humiliating them and tarnishing their honor.

The emperor's sons were equally enraged. They were enraged by the phoenix son's near-monopoly on their own, a posture that seemed to mock them, causing them a moment of shame that then ignited their intense fury.
"For the Emperor!!!"

"For the Emperor!"

The Phoenix's Son and the Emperor's Son simultaneously unleashed their battle cries, then discovered that their cries were exactly the same.
The sons of the emperor preserved the war cry for the emperor in order to mock him, and ten thousand years later, they themselves have gotten used to it.

"For the Primarch!"

"For the Primarch!"

The two troops roared similar battle cries again, and an awkward silence filled the air once more.

"traitor!"

"traitor!"

Both sides cursed at the same time.

A moment of silence fell, then both sides let out wild roars and charged into battle.
Thor gripped the Phase Court Sword tightly, ready to plunge into the battlefield, when he heard a sharp, piercing roar.

He saw a pale, bloated, and bizarre Astartes, who held a magnificent warhammer in one hand and a phoenix child in the other.
A gash appeared on the neck of the grotesque Astartes, from which a sharp sonic wave emanated, instantly shattering the Phoenix Child into a bloody pulp.

This was the leader of the Emperor's sons; the figure was reflected in Thor's genetic memory, and he remembered the name of that Emperor's son.
"Aidoron!!!" However, someone else shouted it out before him.

Alkenes, clad in an old-fashioned Mark IV power armor, took a step forward and charged towards Edoron.
He was the former commander-in-chief of the Phoenix Guard, and the last of the Phoenix Guard members. After the Phoenix Guard was destroyed by Edoron, he chose to cling to life and joined the Phoenix Council under Edoron's control.

Yet Alkenes maintained the demeanor of his former legion; he never harmed himself, never altered his appearance, never suffered physical deformities, and never indulged in debauchery.

Edoron thus despised him and sent him to Fabius, hoping that he would eliminate Fabius or Fabius would eliminate him. But in the end, Arkenes met Klonführer and was taken into Tarasin’s collection along with Klonführer.

"Who do we have here? It's Alkenes!"

"Cowardly Alkenes, hesitant Alkenes, blind Alkenes, drifting Alkenes, unsociable Alkenes."

Alkenes laughed in response to Edoron's taunts.
Edoron's sarcasm was not wrong; Arkenes was indeed that kind of person. He was hesitant, incompetent, indecisive, and prone to going with the flow, never able to find his place in the galaxy. He could not abandon his Primarch and join the Loyalists in remaining loyal to the Emperor.
But when the Primarch fell, he could no longer offer his respects to the twisted and grotesque serpent god.
He could not follow his brothers to their deaths alongside the slain Phoenix Guard.
But he couldn't succumb to decadence and debauchery like the others in the legion.
He was not loyal enough, not depraved enough, not proud enough, not shameless enough. He was lost and did not know his direction.

"But I have found it."

"I have found the original body that I once lost."

Alkenes stated firmly:

"I will not repeat the same mistake, and you will not be able to take him away from me again!"

"Aidoron! Traitor! I am Alkenes, the chief of the Phoenix Guard and the guardian of the Primarch of the Emperor's Son. This time, I will protect my Phoenix to the death!"

"You call that tiny clone the Primarch?" Edoron sneered.

“I call that noble phoenix my father!” Alkenes roared.

Behind Alkenes stood six Primarch Guardians, clad in ancient Hades-style power armor and wielding power spears. They were Alkenes's Primarch Guardians, a reappearance of the Phoenix Guardians of yesteryear.

Beside Edoron stood six Chaos Astartes, clad in pinkish-purple power armor, their shoulders, arms, heads, and knees covered in various speakers, each holding a different kind of musical instrument. They were the Noise Warriors, the twisted forms of the Emperor's sons.

The Phoenix Guard clashed with the Noise Warriors, power spears collided with noise weapons, Alkenes and Edoron clashed, and the Phoenician Blade and the Warhammer of Eternal Glory sparked together.
"You bastard!!" Aidoron slammed his warhammer down on Arkenes' Phoenician blade, the force so great that Arkenes' knees buckled slightly.
Aidoron sneered, his throat opening again, and a sharp sonic wave pressed directly onto Alkenes.
However, Edoron's sonic wave missed its target, and Alkenes inexplicably disappeared from the spot.

Stab it! ! !

The Phoenician blade pierced Edron's back, tearing through his pale flesh and piercing his body.

"Holy Doraemon above, I knew you arrogant guy didn't read the news."

Alkenes sighed, channeling the telekinetic energy trained in the psychic training box along the blade into Edoron's body, attempting to pulverize Edoron's internal organs into dust.

"What?" Alkenes was stunned. His X-ray vision allowed him to see the food beneath Aidoron's skin.

What exactly is that thing?

A viscous, bloated mass of pale worms, laced with wailing, arrogance, and madness.
The golden warhammer slammed down on Arkenes' head.
Alkenes quickly vanished from his spot, creating distance between himself and Edoron.

"What the hell have you turned into, Aidoron!" Alkenes roared, demanding an answer.

Aidoron's body trembled slightly, and several eerie warp lights oozed from his wounds. He stared at Alkenes with furious eyes, his face contorted in grotesque rage.

How dare you!

Before Aidoron could finish speaking, a battle cry suddenly rang out across the battlefield.
"Abba! Abba! Abba aba aba abaton!!!"

A massive, jet-black hellbeast crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The hellish beast raised its mechanical arms high, and the chaotic eight-pointed star on its coffin lid shone brightly, radiating dazzling light of eight colors in all directions.

"Abaddon! Abaddon! Abba aba is Abaddon!"

The fierce battle roars rolled in all directions, spreading out through the loudspeakers installed on the Hellbeasts, overturning the Phoenix Son and the Emperor Son at the same time.

"Who the hell thought of adding a megaphone to the Hellbeasts?!" the Emperor's sons complained.

The Abaddon hellbeast spotted Fugen standing high above, and the hatred fueled by the drug made it instantly target him.

He took a sudden step forward, transforming into a jet-black warhammer that smashed into the Phoenix Sons' formation, overturning several Astartes, and hurtling straight towards the tower where Fugen stood.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Horus's stepfather is here!!! Horus's stepfather charges!!!"

The barrage of firepower rained down on Abaddon, like a shower of brimstone from ancient Terran legends, instantly engulfing Abaddon's form.

But at that moment, the Emperor's Sons and Phoenix Sons who were not caught in the crossfire cried out in agony. They were burned, and their limbs were severed as if hit by cannonballs.
Abaddon himself was almost unharmed, and he charged straight out of the shelling.

This is the Tzeentch demon residing within Abaddon, now at work. This demon, born from a pyramid scheme, can disperse the damage Abaddon suffers to the surrounding humans; the more people involved, the more damage is dispersed.
"So? How's Horus's stepfather?"

"The big, black stepfather is here!!" The jet-black Abaddon, whose size was much larger than that of a typical hell beast, had already traversed most of the battlefield.
Fugen remained motionless, still standing high up, but even as he listened to the words coming from Abaddon's loudspeaker, his lips couldn't help but twitch.

At that very moment, the figure of the Primal Forged Leader flashed and directly blocked Abaddon's path.
A powerful surge of psionic energy erupted from his body, causing a violent warp reaction that chilled the surrounding air, forming frost.
He amplified his body with psionic energy, and combined it with the new power armor that Kaul had created using inspiration and technology drawn from Doraemon's gadgets, he suddenly stretched out his arms and swung them at Abaddon.
Abaddon swung his powered arm, equipped with the Claws of Horus, down.

Veins bulged on Yuan Zhuzhi's face, but he still managed to block Abaddon's punch.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the Primal Forged Leader mobilized his psionic energy, swiftly weaving an illusion that pierced Abaddon.
Hellbeasts like Abaddon are often weak-willed and easily influenced by illusions. The Primal Forged One risked standing in Abaddon's way to create an opportunity to interfere with him using illusions.
Ziliu~

Yuan Zhuzhi blinked in confusion.
The illusion he wove glided smoothly through Abaddon's mind.

(End of this chapter)