Su Jing chuckled. He couldn't help but admire the Eye of Chaos. This guy gave him so many surprises, and even the Eye of Chaos has now improved his impression.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. Miss Danhuang."

Zhuo Danhuang had a style that was beyond the past. The clear and beautiful girl crown now looked a little sexy. She carried the huge sickle on her shoulders, her body gradually contracted, aiming at the direction where Rabelay left.

"Furo..."

The incarnation of terror whispered and waved the sickle. The distance seemed to be no longer important. Rabelay's thoughts stretched his distance from her. He changed the relative distance between the two and separated himself from her. However... in the eyes of others, he just flew slowly towards the distance, dancing in the air.

When Zhuo Danhuang's sickle was cut off, Rabelay screamed in horror, and then his body was divided into two parts. Su Jing keenly captured the subtle sense of disharmony. What cut Rabelay's body was not Zhuo Danhuang's giant sickle, but the power of his own spirit. It was Rabelay who communicated with the power of the origin himself, let his thoughts divide his body into two halves, and then disappeared...

"Cognition." Su Luo whispered, "Your Five Prisons of Heaven and Man have entered the final realm."

"Yes." Zhuo Danhuang danced his sickle gently, and the huge sharp blade turned into a month wheel and appeared beside her. Every time the month wheel rose, an adventurer was divided. In just a few dozen seconds, the overlord and the adventurer troops of the wildlings were completely killed and injured. This cruel and terrifying casualty rate made the members of the plane travelers frown. It is hard to imagine, but this is the struggle between the top adventurers. The overlord's chess was a complete defeat. The lack of the best masters in charge led to such a one-sided slaughter.

"Zhuo Danhuang's power comes from the control of various intelligent cognitions." Su Luo blocked everyone, "and now she has reached the realm of being divine and wise. The last time she met, she was able to 'return to space'. Now... even I don't know where she has gone."

"Did I... make you feel threatened?" Zhuo Danhuang smiled happily, her smile was very beautiful. Even now the enemy made everyone feel refreshed and happy. "The reason I became the enchantress of terror is because he let me know that I can meet you again here and fight you to confirm my way. And now, the evil god has been suppressed by my Sixth Prison. I have surpassed the tens of billions of soul marks and sealed them in my heart prison. All the divine power of war is incorporated into my world... The realm of gods and demons is close to me, and my only unfulfilled wish is to fight you again."

"So that's the case." Su Luo sighed, "You have now gained the dominance of the power of terror and abuse."

"Yes. Rather than saying that I am the incarnation of terror, it is better to say that I replaced terror. Integrate it with my cultivation... Even the God of Chaos did not expect such a development... Maybe he had foreseeed this scene and knew that I would not ruin my promise, but would come to meet you as soon as possible after getting promoted. You two, Su Luo and Su Jing... or Su Jing, you two once defeated me separately, and today. We can meet again... I am really grateful for the arrangement of fate."

Zhuo Danhuang took a step forward and looked at the two of them expectantly, "Even myself, I can't think of how to defeat me now. And you two who can create miracles, come and give me a surprise."

She gently shook her sickle, pointed at Sadako Yamamura who was frowning and Gaiqi who was at a loss, and smiled, "Otherwise... I might be able to leave you bad memories."

On the dark continent, magic spontaneously surged and concentrated, gathering around the altar in the wilderness. Cropped walls, valleys, and mountains grew. The flow of dark magic underground influenced the trend of the terrain, guarding the kingly form mountains and rivers. The altar arched up and turned into a magnificent and towering mountain range. Sparks in the distance were constantly colliding on the land, shaking the vast and vast dark world.

Those were airborne warehouses cast by the Imperial Navy and a large number of transport aircraft. The powerful barriers prevented the bombing of the Imperial Navy. This time, even the emperor's holy light could not break through the power of the darkness itself. Only the blessed people could land on the land and head towards the altar in the overlook of the fleet. Countless creatures have appeared on this continent composed of the magic power of the four gods, and a large number of demons were born out of nothing like parasites attached to giant beasts.

The final assault troops not only have to bear severe combat pressure, tear out a bloody road in the sea of ​​demons that attack like a tide, but also have to fight against the harsh environment. In this forbidden dirty area, the heavy subspace energy is polluting the minds and bodies of the conquerors at every moment, and warriors who have lost their minds and self-control fall down and become a member of the demon army.

However, in the Empire, the military strength was really strong and incompetent. Warriors from all over the world rushed to the towering mountain range with the wish of death, the Empire's Star Army, Space Marines, nuns, and even a large number of apologists, as well as a large number of combat engines carried down. Titans and knights fell, and the successors quickly crossed them. Millions of troops were placed on this continent in a short time, and after that, tens of millions of expeditionary forces were placed on the field in an orderly manner.

This is the last heavy blow of the empire. All living forces are no longer saved. The broken-out space chaos army has only a large amount of space garbage left. The waste ships have accumulated into huge garbage mountains. The Imperial Navy, which has paid a heavy price, has left nearly one-third of the fleet members. In the past ten thousand years, the navy has never suffered such serious losses, nor has it achieved such fruitful results.

After this battle, the Chaos Pirates for thousands of years were unable to gather large-scale combat power. Without these warships, even Abaddon could not organize a new expeditionary force.

And he no longer needs another expeditionary army. As long as he defeats the dying struggle of the empire here, human beings will fall into the giant claws of destruction. The gods from the dark will rule the 41st thousand-year Milky Way, and from then on, they will bring an endless boiling hell. The sentient beings of the galaxy will scream in horror in the rotating flames. No one can get rid of the fear and despair brought by this darkness. They will bow to the feet of the gods...

A wild howl spread across the huge battlefield. This howl made countless people frightened, and the anger shook the earth. At the foot of the giant mountain, a legion was already on the verge of battle. Traitors from the betrayal legion gathered here and stood in front. The tallest figure is undoubtedly the largest enemy of the empire in ten thousand years, the overlord in the subspace, from the former Shadow Moon Wolf, and the current leader of the black war group Abaddon!

How could a man shock the entire army? He did it. Everyone realized that they were watching the evil people who walked out of the legends ten thousand years ago. The time they strided between the Primros seemed to be yesterday, and Abaddon, who came from those legends, seemed to have the power that no one could match him.

Yes, only legends like the Primros can defeat legends like Abaddon, and we are just mortals... Under the nuisance of subspace, such moods and rumors began to spread everywhere, and the generals began to look for paths that could go around the edge of the Black Legion's defense line, and a ball of golden light escaped from the crowd and rushed towards the Chaos War Commander standing in front of the formation.

A powerful sword that had been worn was inserted into the ground, and the inscription on it had been dyed purple by the blood of the demon. The history of collide with countless bones caused a little bit of rice-like defect on its sword edge. Susanna Defies stood in front of the Black Legion, stretching out his right palm covered by his armour and pointing to Abaddon who was looking at her. The King of Demons who had walked out of history was looking at her, and the sense of oppression made her almost unable to breathe, as if she was staring at a demigod...

Anger supports her fighting will. She sacrifices herself for the God Emperor and for humanity... This is justice, this is what she is doing now!

"traitor!!"

"Follower!"

Abaddon raised the huge demon sword in his hand. His ancient power armor was heavy and carved, writing about his evil deeds. His shiny power claws had a history of ten thousand years and a glorious past. And these were trembling in front of the living saint who was opposite him at this moment, not fear, but anger. The fool who was blinded by the lies of the pseudo-emperor. The fool who could not see the truth of the universe...! Those who blocked his way would not have a second end besides death!

Both sides began to gallop in this dark wilderness, like two meteors, and then collided!

The two giant swords collided with each other. The moans of the gears and levers in the two of them were almost heard. The living saint was crushed by Abaddon's huge force and retreated step by step, and her feet plowed out two deep grooves in the wasteland. Her body was driven by the raging rage of justice, driven by the impulse to kill heresy and kill the imperial enemy in front of her. She actually burst out with a huge force that could compare her with the King of Chaos Space Marines who blessed the power of subspace.

While the two were fighting each other, the tide of soldiers engulfed the figures of the two. The confrontation between the Black Legion and the Imperial Team had begun. Inspired by the two, the once-stopped war began again. At this moment, a large number of lives disappeared without a trace, blood, skulls were dedicated to the king of skulls who were watching in the void. The gods on the brass throne had changed their faces at some point, but for war, battle, blood, and death and greed for skulls that were dedicated to Him will never change.

The heroes fought with the heroes, the soldiers fought with the soldiers, the engines fought with the engines, and all the battles were shocking the two who were fighting in the center. Susanna Daphis never thought that one day she could stand in the center of this huge battlefield, become the hero in the front of all the imperial teams, and fight against the enemy that the empire hates and fears the most. She was completely selfless at this moment, and had left all the honors and disgraces and conspiracies behind, and all that was left was an extremely pure desire for battle.

This desire made her surpass her own limits again and again, wield her already scarred body and long sword, and compete with Abaddon, who seemed to be inexhaustible. She could experience the strength of her opponent. Abaddon, who came from ten thousand years ago, had exquisite combat skills that ordinary people could imagine, and his extremely arrogant and powerful body. His body wrapped in heavy armor was like a perpetual motion machine. Among all the fallen people favored by sub-space, Abaddon's body seemed to have no change, without any appearance of being polluted by the chaotic magic. The only thing driving his body was the power of hatred.

She swung a slash and was defeated by the opponent's armor again. The single Void Shield? The sword under the blessing of the divine power broke through the obstacle, cut into the heavy armor, and then pulled it with the momentum so that his sword blade could escape from the opponent's body and not be hit by the agile Abaddon's chance to seize the opportunity. His huge body had a spiritual activity that was inconsistent with it, allowing Susanna Daphis to be hit several times.

Every time she is hit, she suffers enough to make ordinary people die three times. However, one advantage of the power of a living saint is its vigorous vitality. The holy light surges in her body like never before, allowing her to quickly reorganize her body under the blessing of the emperor. However, the holy light she holds also has its limits, especially in this cursed land, where she can feel her power fading like a candle in the wind, but there is no chance to save this situation...

Even if she dies, she will make her final contribution to her reputation and the glory of the emperor. She has long been equipped with a large number of high explosives that are enough to die with Abaddon. The holy water and ointment she carries have been consumed in the previous battles. These sacred products
Chapter completed!