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Chapter 399: If You Can’t Play, Turn the Table Over

Chapter 399: If You Can’t Play, Turn the Table Over
The fight of a trapped beast is the most dangerous. Abaddon is now like a god of war, twisting and turning, moving through complex cover.

He fired the explosive bombs in his hands and swung the magic sword. His broken body did not reduce his fighting power, but instead allowed Abaddon's dormant savagery to be fully unleashed.

He was now chewing the greenskin corpses on the ground, just like the worst situation he had faced in the Great Crusade, relying on the enemy corpses to restore his physical strength.

All of Abaddon's anger and unwillingness have now turned into the most direct desire to survive. Like a wild beast, he either crawls on all fours or moves quickly.

Honor? Duel? Victory and the so-called Warmaster's honor?

Those things had become worthless, and even for Abaddon, there was no point in killing Taylor.

He seemed to be the Luna Wolf again, roaming among his father's armies once more, revered aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

The light and hope are still there.

But the reality was that he was surrounded by a large number of soldiers and aliens. With countless bullets and an ever-shrinking front line, survival had become difficult enough. He had to look for usable bullets from the bodies of his comrades.

His thick fingers moved the few resources available, and relying solely on him, he turned the entire crater into an inaccessible front.

But now, Taylor can only lie on the medical bed and receive examination.

He was a little dissatisfied. Abaddon was still able to fight after being blown to pieces, but he had to be held up by a bunch of brothers who were worried about him and wanted to check if he had any internal injuries or hidden wounds.

He understood, but didn't accept it.

They are despising Abaddon, and as long as he lives, the Black Legion will not give up on saving him.

But Taylor was indeed afraid that he would develop some underlying illness.

He is now lying down to receive medical treatment. After all, he doesn't want to fight for the empire all his life and end up with a lot of illnesses.

Fighting a war is a small matter, enjoying a comfortable old age is a big matter.

Secondly, he had created so many advantages, cut off Abaddon and the Black Legion, broken the enemy's defensive equipment, and mobilized so much combat power.

No matter how strong the Black Legion's resistance is, the worst outcome is that they rescue Abaddon and escape, and this worst-case scenario is still a great victory for the Empire.

At the same time, the most important thing is that in this battlefield full of Space Marines, Eldar, Greenskins and artillery fire, even the veterans of the Black Legion cannot rescue Abaddon.

Four against one, the advantage is on me, why not just lie down and wait for victory?
Thinking of this, Taylor began to slowly think about what to eat in the evening.

This matter is very important. After all, celebration banquets have always been his biggest headache.

Arranging dishes and preparing food that suits the tastes of the local people can not only express the tolerance and greatness of the empire, but also make the victory seem more complete.

But he soon received a new report that a large number of ships from the dark side of the empire were jumping here.

According to the analysis of the auspicious instrument, most of them are a mixture of Chaos believers and pirates.

But for Taylor, this news is actually nothing.

It's just that the gods are desperate and start to call for help, but the combat effectiveness of most mortal believers and ridiculous Chaos pirates is quite poor.

You know, a few moon-class tanks inside a star zone are enough to ensure the safety of a star zone.

No matter how powerful those ships are, they are essentially for civilian use.

Can a wooden sailboat defeat a warship?

Even in the space age, ships are still super-large weapons of war that are monopolized by countries.

The transport ships or armed ships in the hands of those useless people are only barely powerful enough to match the smallest destroyers of the empire.

This is still overestimating them.

Inferior adamantium and ceramite and the Empire's elite warships with void shields are basically two different things.

There is no need to activate the void shield, just ramming directly into it, and the Imperial warships are enough to cut those guys apart. Even if the gods really use their blessings, some of the madmen fell down and entered the battlefield.

But what good are those guys against a battle line that even the Chaos Space Marines are powerless to stop?
Are you here to help compost the world?

Obviously ridiculous.

However, Taylor did not underestimate his enemies. Who knew if a prophet or a great god would suddenly appear from among those mortals and start a psychic fight with them without any restrictions?

First a giant shield at the level of the entire hull, and then an unlimited demon portal?

After all, when the gods are pushed into a corner, they can do anything outrageous. Even the more law-abiding emperor seemed restless during this period of time due to the opening of the Great Rift.

Taylor was really afraid that they would do something big at this time, such as blowing up the Alert Star in one go.

Fortunately, there was nothing abnormal about these guys.

At least for now, it seems that they were naturally defeated by the Imperial Navy and could not even get close to the orbital area.

These guys are useless except for their appearance?
Taylor could only go back and continue thinking about what to eat for the celebration party.

Until a new signal interrupted his thoughts.

It was a massive, violent, continuous signal, not like a fleet, but huge, like a swarm of living creatures.

They greedily wrapped up the remains of the cultists' warships and feasted on them. Taylor could almost imagine the cruel scene and almost smell the unpleasant smell.

The smell of death and the swarm.

Taylor said. "Damn, they do have a plan, but it's not with the Big Demon or the powers they have, it's with a bunch of insignificant stuff."

Roland said. "So? The swarm?"

"They are really crazy..."

"We've seen the power of Chaos several times, but we never imagined those gods could be so insane," said the Lightling girl.

"Playing with power beyond their control..."

Taylor said firmly, "They want this place to be completely wiped out."

"This is the best way."

"That means uncovering all the bad chess pieces and resolving the issue."

"They're always like this. If things don't go their way, they resort to the most despicable means..."

It's going to rain bugs soon, and that's the most disgusting thing, Taylor said immediately.

"Be prepared to contact Calgar, we need Space Marines to help us stop the Zerg."