The rhythm of breathing, the static distribution of bones and muscles, the hormones in hair and sweat, the subtle collisions in the operation of powered armor...

Calvin could "see" that this body, which was still within the realm of mortals, was being crazily transformed by the power from chaos;

And from the rising momentum of Abaddon, he instinctively felt something familiar.

Another "temporary" body?

But although the genes in his body were trying their best to be active and traceable, they still couldn't get a response from the source of his bloodline...

There was nothing there, as if it had been completely wiped out by some existence.

Then it can only be a container of will.

Calvin's eyes became firm and he had a corresponding strategy in mind.

In mysticism, the power levels of the two are similar, but their upper limits are vastly different.

The Astartes in front of him, both in body and soul, had an endurance that ordinary people could not imagine.

The upper limit of his body's strength is infinitely close to the strength of the Primarch.

It's close, but only close...

boom!

The moment the war hammer was still on the ground, Imperial Truth silently fell from behind.

Calvin, who was in mid-air, held the sword with both hands and used a powerful and heavy slash to interrupt the opponent's rising state!

Draconion's sword body screamed and bent under the pressure of this huge force, and the giant whose eyes were occupied by madness finally felt a trace of clear reason amidst the twisting and explosion of the surrounding steel deck.

!

interesting……

The enemy beneath him disappeared in the arc of teleportation, while the original body that landed on the ground gently shook a sword flower.

Kayon's half-life demon Gaia disappeared into the void again with a faint cry.

The Kingbreaker, who had been hiding himself since Calvin boarded the ship, waiting for an opportunity to attack, revealed himself in a burst of angry eyes, then turned around and left to chase his wounded companion.

He's probably in trouble, Calvin thought.

Being able to escape from the sword was already something that surprised him, and even the smallest power of order was enough to make it disappear in the cry...

Or will he find a solution before the creature dies completely?

But Calvin was not optimistic about this, even though he had just held back on the sword out of curiosity about the relationship between the two.

Clang…

A crisp slash, followed by the same action the next moment.

In less than two breaths, Calvin used the heavy sword in his hand to clear away the enemies around him who were trying to attack.

A series of metal cutting sounds rang out in people's ears, and as the price of this "long" sound, no less than ten Gastalin guards fell beside him.

"Stand back...you can't stop him!"

A gloomy roar sounded from behind the crowd, and a group of black-armored Gastalin Terminators retreated as if facing a formidable enemy.

Abaddon, who finally took a hard breath and regained control of his power, stared at Calvin for a long time with his inhuman red eyes, and then stepped out of the gap in the human wall.

"So, the rumors are true?

So, I made a stupid mistake and allowed a Primarch to easily board my battleship?"

Abaddon, who appeared in front of Calvin again, was already qualified for him to face him.

This Astartes, who had unleashed the power of the Crown of God's Chosen to the limits of his body, already had the strength to fight him head-on.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But it is still not enough, at least not in front of the special Primarch Calvin.

The power of the four gods has indeed strengthened Abaddon's body to the extreme. In a sense, it has reached the lower limit of the physical strength of a monster like the original body;

They were even very considerate and prepared corresponding psychic powers for this demigod body to make up for the Luna Wolf's lack of psychic powers.

But who was Calvin? What was his origin?

Gray Knight! He is the Primarch of the Gray Knight!

He is the last sword left by the Emperor to mankind!

He is another direction pointed out by the Emperor for mankind after realizing that it is impossible for mankind to reject the subspace!

He is good at psychic powers, or the power of mysticism is his real strength!

"Is that important?" Calvin walked forward slowly, carrying Imperial Truth.

But the lightning that almost overflowed from his eyes had completely locked Abaddon in every dimension.

Even before the battle started, his perception was continuously extending into space.

In the next collision, he will use the power to completely block any changes in the other party and completely annihilate it!

"Look... you are always so arrogant..." Abaddon said in a low voice.

"You are always self-righteous, like a human being, but in your essence you despise everything.

Like your source, like Sanguinius and... my father..."

Abaddon's voice was low and hoarse, and the confidence hidden in his words made Calvin wary.

He began to anchor the fulcrum in the void, locking all surrounding spaces one by one;

Even without hesitation to endure the bone-chilling cold, he used the power of order to kill with one strike.

"But you have never looked at us, and you don't care about our efforts. What's so ridiculous is that your seemingly firm belief also started from your inability to reject the mortals around you..."

"Have you said enough?" Calvin raised his sword and moved forward, while Abaddon held the long sword in his hand horizontally.

His eyes swept across the original body in front of him, and then secretly looked behind him.
Chapter completed!