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Chapter 398 Assassination of Abaddon

The Emperor is above.

Taylor probably did the craziest thing in his life.

Take your own coat and note: the one you hate the most.

Throw it at the Chaos Warmaster's head.

It was more like a fight between gangsters, covering the opponent's head and hitting them with sticks, rather than a meeting between the leaders of two armies.

But according to Taylor, any means is always good as long as it works!

In fact, it is indeed very useful. Other Chaos Space Marines are afraid to attack the Warmaster, but the complex and numerous spikes or decorations on Abaddon's body successfully hook the fabric on it.

This is what Taylor often emphasized: it is best not to have any badges on the armor.

If this thing fell on his head, it could be torn off in an instant, but Abaddon had to tear it apart with all his strength.

Taylor had already tampered with it, injecting glue into the beautiful and precious red and orange furs and silks.

It's not just ordinary glue, it's imperial industrial-grade stuff, usually used for temporary welding of armor.

Now those corrosive and sticky things fell on Abaddon's head. Even if he spent a few seconds to tear off his clothes, he would still be tortured by the glue in the end.

In the end, Abaddon's appearance has changed from the majestic Chaos Warmaster to a bald performance artist with a cloth strip on his head.

It was obvious that Abaddon was not satisfied with this. After several pranks and humiliations, his resentment towards Taylor had probably reached its limit.

Rage surged within the Warmaster, but only then did he realize the hall was filled with cover.

Whether it is the decorative stone pillars, the surrounding walls, or the vast yet huge space outside the hall.

Like a cage.

A simple, crude giant crab trap...

Abaddon was not in a hurry. First of all, he did not value the fighting ability of mortals. He had experienced many wars, but the person who made the final decision every time could not be an ordinary person.

But this is not because Abaddon has seen less, but because this is the reality.

Space Marines are superior to mortals in all aspects. The cost of training a group of mortal veterans and a group of Space Marines is very different, and the effect of the latter may be greater.

This is why the Empire has poured almost all of its individual military resources into Space Marines, because they feel that the gap between the knights of the new era is even greater than the gap between the knights and ordinary people on Terra in the past.

After all, there is real reproductive isolation between Space Marines and mortals.

Relatively speaking, there is a world of difference. Even though Abaddon has witnessed Taylor's methods, he does not think that a mortal can defeat him.

This is one of the few advantages Taylor has when dealing with Space Marines, especially Chaos Space Marines, who don't understand the saying "a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit."

Arrogance and stupidity have almost penetrated into his bones and taken deep root in his soul and flesh.

Even Abaddon had underestimated Taylor's speed and his familiarity with the place.

I even underestimated the Imperial Guard's incredible power.

Isn’t it just the command center?
fry!
At this moment, a Colossus heavy bomber flew across the sky. This was also the first time in human history that such a huge explosive was used to bomb its own command room.

After Taylor fled the command room like a rabbit, he panted and found a somewhat sturdy shelter. He breathed heavily while listening to the sound of bombs falling. It was a low, sharp sound in the air, which Taylor described as the whistle of death...

The sound was unpleasant, rapid and impressive. When the mushroom cloud of the explosion rose as expected, Taylor was suffocated by the intense heat even though he was 60 meters away from the explosion point.

Even the power armor's air purification system couldn't handle that feeling. Heat and dust rushed into Taylor's nose through the respirator.

This is when he is fully armed, not to mention Abaddon's condition.

Taylor was full of expectations for this, and he could even say that he hoped that this bomb would directly send Abaddon to death.

After all, a direct hit from a heavy bomb is obviously not something any carbon-based creature can endure, unless Abaddon carries a city-level void shield with him.

But Taylor was well aware of the strange theorem that smoke and explosions were harmless, and although he was just uneasy, he still quietly arranged his troops and waited.

It turned out that Taylor's worries were correct, and the explosion actually deviated by about 10 meters.

Even though the entire headquarters was still turned into a big pit, it was not a direct hit, and the concrete and the bodies of the subordinates were added to reduce the impact.

Also, Abaddon's blessed body was indeed strong, which saved him from a lot of pain.

Abaddon's armor was now cracked, his body was covered in dust, and most of the leather that had been scraped off had been completely carbonized. Abaddon's own high braid had also completely disappeared.

To be honest, there are quite a lot of bald Space Marine veterans. Except for the outliers in the Wolf Regiment, most Space Marines shave their heads.

It's not just about convenience, the most important thing is that hair is almost impossible to light in the war environment of Space Marines.

In many cases, Space Marines would even suffer severe burns and skin ulcers due to their own problems, so it was obviously difficult to maintain a thick head of hair.

In other words, if those Space Marines still have hair on their heads and are still veterans, then they are definitely strong men at the level of Chapter Master.

The most eye-catching part of Abaddon's appearance, his hair, was burned off in an instant. Putting aside how much damage the bomb actually caused to the Warmaster, the damage caused by the explosion was indeed astonishing.

However, Abaddon actually didn't care that much about his hair. After all, it would grow back in just a few days, and the metabolism of Space Marines was much faster than that of mortals.

What made him most angry was, firstly, Taylor's manipulation of him, and secondly, the death of his own guards.

He and his brothers have witnessed many wars together. Abaddon is not without emotion. On the contrary, he knows very well who is the most important person to him.

He said angrily. "You are the first person who has irritated me so much so far."

He spat out his burned lungs, ruptured flesh, and a hoarse voice, like a demon from hell.

If we say that Abaddon the Great Devourer is no longer the captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus.

So now, forged in rage and heat, Ezekiel Abaddon, head of the Council of Four Kings, Horus's right-hand man.

The man who is said to be the closest to the Primarch has returned!

Brimstone and wounds are awakening Abaddon's long-dormant memories of war.

He raised the magic sword. Even though his armor was no longer shiny and bright, and even though he looked disheveled, no one dared to underestimate him.

Because he is no longer the foolish Devourer, the Chaos Warmaster.

But a true warrior.

(End of this chapter)