"Look what he does! Hit yours!"

Dissatisfied voices came from the shadows under his feet, and Calvin calmed down slightly.

A more powerful and mature Primarch was just within reach, watching his battle.

Even if you have a heart as big as Calvin's, you can't turn a blind eye and pretend he doesn't exist.

"Don't worry, he can't break the rules!

If he really gives up his honor, then I will be the one to deal with this inconsistent garbage!"

"Huh?" Calvin smiled. "I hope your strength is as strong as your tone."

"You don't believe me?" The voice in the shadow became cold.

"Should I trust a man who hides his secrets?" Calvin asked.

"...It shouldn't be." The voice became calm again, as if he had remembered something.

"Because shadow can never breed light..."

It said this, but then mocked Calvin:

"But do you have a choice?"

"……No."

Well, this time it's Calvin's turn to be frustrated.

Just as the shadow said, when two enemies were present at the same time and Calvin had no possibility of leaving, he had no choice but to believe what the shadow said.

And he did get some different information from this shadow's mouth.

It is very familiar with Mortarion, at least more familiar than Calvin imagined...

boom!

The air waves roared again, and at this time, the original appearance of the Spirit of Vengeance's bridge was completely unrecognizable.

The blood-red magic eye wrapped in a brass eight-pointed star fell from the wall; the load-bearing beam, as thick as a big tree, was twisted.

The aftermath of the battle between the Primarch and the Four Gods was as violent as a storm;

And at the center of the battle between the two, there was no place for mortals to stand.

At this point, Abaddon was already at an absolute disadvantage.

Whether it's a spiritual confrontation at a magic-like level, or a competition of force at an absolute physical level.

Although this nearly three-meter-tall giant had amazing toughness, he still inevitably fell into the embarrassing situation of being beaten unilaterally in front of Calvin, who was even bigger than him.

But he also has his own advantage, which is that he can resist beatings—extremely, beyond Calvin's imagination.

The source of this "resilience" is the "blessing of the gods" in Abaddon's soul that is always surging with the power of subspace.

The price of the power of divine choice is the torment of the soul, and this torment is not a test for mortals by the gods.

Excessive expansion of power and uncontrolled "blessings" have been situations that Abaddon feared and tried his best to avoid in the past thousands of years.

But in the current battle with Calvin, this one-sided beating actually fulfilled him in a sense.

Because that kind of power is consumed too quickly:

Whether it is the repair of armor or the restoration of muscles and bones, after the power of subspace crosses the curtain of reality, it will ultimately pay an unimaginable price behind the magic that changes reality.

And it is this price that, after the power of the gods descended on Abaddon, did not even have time to squeeze and test his soul. It was absorbed by the damage from the body like a funnel...

Within a second, in the eleventh confrontation, the black giant had no time to parry, and was hit on the shoulder by the heavy sword in the hands of the original body.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The prismatic cross-section of Imperial Truth is good at piercing, but its weakness of not being good at cutting is infinitely magnified.

As a result, after the terrifying power came down, all that was received were the fragments of the serpent's shoulder armor that splashed on the Spirit of Vengeance after the force shield was shattered.

A depression of more than ten centimeters deep on an ordinary person's body would be a horrific scar that could kill someone.

But under the protection of God's Choice and the blocking of the virtual and real shields, the final damage Abaddon suffered was his arm that was almost "smashed" to pieces in the dust.

However, this still can't kill him, at least it can't kill him when the "Divine Chosen" in him is so active.

The coveting of the Gothic Sector and the interception of Calvin are obviously scripts that have been arranged by the gods.

Therefore, as early as when the eleventh Dark Crusade was brought forward, as a price for interfering with Abaddon, the gods had already prepared enough power for him.

It was still that second, the 25th confrontation.

In the rich black light, under the witness of Calvin, Abaddon's arm was restored to its original state in defiance of the rules of the physical universe.

But at this time, he himself was unconscious, and he just waved Draconion with his remaining hand, blindly parrying in front of him.

In the narrow environment, Calvin's strength advantage was magnified to the extreme.

And this champion king, who established himself as the "First Astartes" after his battle with Sigismund, could only be knocked away by Calvin again like a tennis ball.

The Spirit of Vengeance is rotten, at least from Calvin's point of view, it will take at least several centuries to repair it.

Abaddon's body and his imperial truth were like a broom wielded by a giant in Calvin's hands.

In addition to the intensive collision like a storm, all the instruments, decorations, partitions and supporting structures here were completely destroyed.

Around the battlefield, as long as it is a flat structure that can withstand the force, it is inevitable that Abaddon's body will be imprinted by Calvin;

And in the midst of this devastating destruction, Calvin could still hear the continuous roar from the other party's mouth:

"Kill...kill you!"

Under the main load-bearing pillar as thick as a wall, Abaddon, who had just stood up from the terrifying dent, saw Calvin's boots when he looked up again.

Draconian, who had already been covered with scars and fell into silence, was subconsciously lifted up by him.

What awaits him for this resistance is the first roar of the sword soul transformed by Calvin inside the sword of Imperial Truth!

"In the name of Titan, die!"

The sound of a sword that was not like a human voice sounded in Abadon's ears, and knowing that this murderous intention was not directed at him, Abaddon felt instinctive heartache at that moment.

He vaguely realized what he was going to do, but this loss was so sudden that he subconsciously searched through his memories and could not find any corresponding emotions...

Ding……

There was a crisp sound of metal breaking, and the moment he heard the sound, Abaddon raised his head in disbelief with a light hand.

On his power armor glove, which only had the hilt, the Draconion that had accompanied him for thousands of years was broken;
Chapter completed!