Amid the cheers that shocked the earth, the imperial army began to advance again. If the previous imperial army had exerted their ultimate combat capabilities, then they had now surpassed their limits. In the atmosphere of fanatical religious worship, faith became endless power, allowing the army to break the defense line of the Black Legion. Their enemies were shocked in the face of great shock, and only a few members could inspire their fighting will and rushed towards the emperor's guards.

The members of the Imperial Guards and the Black Legion fought each other in a chaotic crowd. For the first time, these Imperial Guards showed their strong combat capabilities in front of the world. They even did not lose the upper hand in confronting these rebels who had lived for a long time, and even surpassed them. The accurate and cruel Imperial Guards did not care about their own casualties and sacrificed themselves for their emperors. This was a great honor.

The cauldron of war boiled, and the members of the Black Legion fell in rows and were harvested like wheat in the crazy concentrated fire. Their spiritual leaders were surrounded by the imperial guards, and Abaddon was facing the highest peak in human history, and even the Black Legion could not deny the power of the "pseudo-Emperor" they called. When Abaddon's fate had been decided, these sad betrayers finally collapsed their will to fight.

The wish to avenge the pseudo-Emperor and his lackeys for ten thousand years has never been as close as today, even a few hundred meters or dozens of kilometers away; however, it has never been as far away from them as today, a perfect, powerful emperor standing in front of them with countless loyal warriors, allowing the members of the Black Legion who remained rational to understand the meaning of "despair".

The only turning point was that someone looked at the Temple of Silence at the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountains filled with black fog. However, it was impossible to count on the demons and the gods of Chaos to lend a helping hand to them and bless them. Many members who could see the situation clearly understood that the evil gods did not expect them to be able to defeat or resist the impact of the imperial army. They just wanted the Black Legion to die here to regain their own strength.

Now is the critical moment for the Dark Gods to sublimate their own existence. Not to mention these soldiers of the Black Legion, even Abaddon, the deepest God-funded one, cannot escape from the current situation.

I have escaped for ten thousand years and been a stray dog ​​for ten thousand years. I have no longer had the glory of the imperial sword and shield in the past, and no responsibility to fight for the fate of mankind. Now, even my dignity as a warrior will be deprived?

The number of the Black Legion was decreasing sharply, and their dark armor was gradually swallowed up by the imperial army of various colors. Chaos Space Marines roared unwillingly, and some even tried to obtain the other party's forgiveness, were willing to repent, and regained the sequence of the empire. However, it was useless. The iron stream swallowed them, and the last small bubble that had surging for a while disappeared.

In the encirclement of the Imperial Guard, the emperor confronted his current enemy for a long time. The Imperial Guard faithfully carried out his mission, and even if the casualties were heavy, he did not waver. The wind and waves outside hit the two people who were facing each other.

Using "confrontation" to describe both sides whose strength is completely disproportionate is seemingly a rhetorical mistake.

There seemed to be some kind of spiritual sense between the two people with the same bloodline, and there was no need for words. From the emperor's posture of holding the sword, Abaddon had already understood the other party's meaning. A hint of gratitude appeared on Chaos Zhanshuai's face, and then immediately turned into deep sorrow, as if he had discovered that all his life was just a sad joke. He silently reorganized his own devil sword, picked up his demon sword from the ground, and threw away the helmet that might hinder his sight.

The Human Emperor pulled out the exquisite power sword from his waist and pointed it at his face. The two collided silently and then began a duel.

Abaddon's fighting style is like breathing thunder, while the human emperor's movements are like flowing mercury, not as domineering as imagined above thousands of people, but precise and accurate art. The guards watched the duel silently. They did not intervene, but the heavy breathing under the mask revealed their nervous mood.

For a moment, Abaddon's rapid outbreak of offensive seemed to suppress the attack of the Human Emperor. Unusual mist rose up on his body, sweat and flowing blood evaporated, and his bright red eyes almost burst. This was the effect of some kind of irritating drug. However, even the accelerated and enhanced thunder could not break through the exquisite flowing configuration of the Human Emperor's mercury. The emperor was not impatient, but maintained his pace without rushing and steadily withstood Abaddon's dying struggle.

Yes, people can't help but use "dead struggle" to describe Abaddon's performance at this moment.

Even the most immature recruit can see the despair and recklessness in his movements, but these exciting emotions did not bring miracles. The emperor's sword force stabilized and unstoppable to regain the situation, like an extremely sophisticated machine, two long swords colliding to strike out the sparkling Mars. The person involved in the duel knew that that moment was coming, and even how long it took no doubt. Abaddon was destined to lose in the next game, and the only thing that allowed him to continue fighting was the last dignity of a warrior.

Just like the scene that happened not long ago, during the last two swords confrontation, a red crack cracked on the huge demon sword in Abaddon's hand. Bright red blood and rust gushed out from the wound of the big sword. The dead demon sword wailed and turned into ashes in Abaddon's hand, while he still maintained the posture of holding the sword, as if he had not woken up from this sudden blow.

The emperor's sword was cut off with a delicate turn and cut his head off the power armor.

"Good swordsmanship." The head flying in the sky said the last sentence.

With a thud, the head fell into black dust and quickly weathered into ashes. The Chaos Warmaster's set of Terminator Power Armor also died with his master. The dense spider webs instantly covered the interior and surface of this set of ancient power Armor, and together with the decorative evil emblems and skulls above, it turned into ashes all over the sky.

Abaddon died in battle without leaving anything.

The warriors who were paying attention to this battle cheered madly, praising the war between the Empire and the Emperor echoed again and again at the foot of the mountain. They were happier than their victory, and were able to witness this battle destined to be written into the history of the Empire. All felt a great and honorable sense of glory. For ten thousand years, the nightmare of the Empire fell at the feet of the omnipotent emperor, and the supreme god was walking among them. There was no auspicious sign in the world that could surpass this scene. They would win, and the Empire would win. This is the truth. No one would deny this.

Unlike the cheering people, the unquestionable protagonist of this war did not look so happy. He even felt a little lonely when he returned his sword to the sheath. There was no doubt that he was not happy to kill Abaddon.

The battle has not ended yet. The emperor looked at the high mountain top, and the war... has not ended yet.

However, this seemingly endless night will soon end.

"This endless night... will be over soon."

Before fighting each other, Zhuo Danhuang still has time to talk to them. The former female crown, now the terror-abuse incarnation, looked at the huge black continent under her feet, or the head, quietly ignored the power that was eager to pull her down. This power emanated from the altar on the top of the mountain, trying to pull her back into the dark placenta. Countless soul fragments, from ancient times to the future, all wars, all killings... This power is still increasing, and those wars at a distance are projecting sparse, fragments of power.

She is now powerful as never before. It is like a black hole in the coordinates of time and space, attracting endlessly those forces scattered in this universe with similar frequency to her.

She is quickly approaching the boundary between gods and demons.

And these billions of dead souls are biting her spirit. No intelligence with the mind can persist in this torrent for a short moment, no matter what kind of hero he/she is, what kind of devout faith he/she has, or how celestial wisdom he/she is... can persist in even a moment in the face of this simple and terrifying accumulation of numbers. The countless surging waves can swallow all the extraordinary existences in one bite.

Zhuo Danhuang stood calmly in the void, leaning against her amazingly large sickle, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed infinite charm.

"Maybe the reason why I stand here now is not unrelated to you two." The avatar of terror said slightly provocatively. "You two are the only beauties I have seen in my life."

"In this way, I'll give you my brother one night. Can you just commit suicide?" Su Luo said with a smile, "Help you get rid of the unlucky halo of the old virgin. You can be reincarnated with peace of mind."

"Well, I still like to joke so much, my whole body is covered with thorns..." Zhuo Danhuang chuckled twice, "But maybe it's really what he said about fate. This made me feel a sense of alienation and I couldn't help but start to believe it. The Eye of Chaos may be really right."

"If you don't agree with his philosophy, why would you still become a member of the God of Chaos?" Su Jing asked with a frown.

"Thank you." Zhuo Danhuang's tone became much gentler when he spoke to Su Jing. "Your duel with me made me transform and made me understand many things I had not figured out before... and also allowed me to break through the last level and advance to the limit of the Five Prisons of Heaven and Man. I was able to swallow terror and abuse in turn, relying on the power I hold now, allowing me to influence the universe in my heart with 'cognition'."

“…?”

Su Jing once studied the Five Prisons of Heaven and Man, but he still could not understand where the limits of the Five Prisons of Heaven and Man, and what kind of achievements could be achieved.

"Its extreme is that the world is the only one. It is the limit of idealism." Zhuo Danhuang showed a beautiful smile. The cold and beautiful female crown seemed to have come alive, enough to use her beauty to reverse the world. It's strange that everyone was shocked by her power before, and no one even noticed her beauty. "I believe that everything in this world is what I perceive... I can't perceive it, and it doesn't exist. That's it. The world is under my control, and everything is within my cognitive control. And when I enter the realm of gods and demons, it is not just myself, but the 'cognition' of any person in the world, and the 'desire' and 'heart' of all will be within my control."

[It turns out to be a Buddhist nihilist.] Lu Mengyao sent a comment, [Help me kill her.]

"Ah?" Su Jing said in surprise.

[Help me kill her, if she is there, it may be more difficult for me to become a god.] The magician said lightly, [If she has something similar to mine, then I have to bypass her... or kick her down directly. It's that simple. There are some overlapping parts, remember to bring me data back.]

"Don't be surprised." Zhuo Danhuang seemed to have misunderstood Su Jing's words and said to her, "My power may be difficult for a materialist like you, but... it's better to come and verify it. You will understand what I'm talking about."

She stretched out her hand to Su Jing and smiled and said, "Come on, hit me."

"Ah?" Su Jing said in horror, "What did you say?"

"Pat pat her butt, or rub her x-she." Su Luo said coldly, "Brother, show Long Aotian's harem skills, let her heart sway, and maybe she won without a fight."

Su Jing confirmed that he heard it correctly. He had no intention of joking at this moment. Since Zhuo Danhuang asked him to take action, he would do it with all his strength. Su Jing took a deep breath...

The vortex of power appeared beside him, without hiding his strength. Su Jing had instantly used the peak of his regular strength. He had always acted with ease before, but when he activated his full strength, time and space were slightly twisted, as if a black hole suddenly appeared. The vibrating ripples oscillated on the time axis and the space axis, forming complex and insolvent ripples. Then he stretched out his hands and bounced it gently.

The ripples of complex power swept across Zhuo Danhuang's body. Su Luo raised her eyebrows, and both of them looked at it for a while, while the female cultivator smiled brightly.

"Uh, brother, you're sure you don't..." Su Luo waved her hand, "Is this a powerful move in the Heavenly Realm that makes her feel immediately?"

"I bet you don't want to try it out in person." Su Jing gave her a blank look.
Chapter completed!