"What you said makes sense..."

Looking at the tips of Abaddon's claws exposed from behind, he knew that his life and death depended on Calvin's thoughts.

Mortarion finally gave up the stalemate and told the secret he knew.

"The end of a thousand years...the roads that were separated...the king who never gave up...and the first place of fusion."

"……That's it?"

Calvin blinked and finally confirmed that this was another riddle similar to a prophecy.

"That's it……"

Mortarion looked at Calvin and thought for a moment, then added:

"Your soldier is not injured, he is the only one missing."

"Do you think I should believe you?" Calvin said, feeling slightly relieved.

Allen's disappearance was already bad news, and amid this misfortune, Mortarion finally gave him a piece of relatively lucky news.

But this was not enough, so he tried to put pressure on Mortarion.

But although the latter was anxious, he refused to say another word.

"Okay then...it's a deal."

Calvin said, slowly putting Abaddon down.

The lightning claw was slowly withdrawn from the latter's chest, while Mortarion watched his movements closely.

boom!

The end of the claw blade exited the giant's body, and Abaddon smashed powerlessly onto the floor of the Vengeful Spirit;

Calvin stepped back warily, while Mortarion followed suit.

The two Primarchs stood at a safe distance until the door, symbolizing the warp jump, appeared from behind Calvin.

"You should kill him."

In his lowered gaze, copper-green steel boots appeared. Abaddon looked up and looked at Mortarion who was walking in front of him and said.

He could not understand the other side's position, especially since Calvin could no longer threaten Abaddon.

As for the credibility between the Primarchs, it can only be said that since Mortarion's ascension, there has been no trust between the two.

"Ha...idiot..."

Mortarion looked down at the descendant of Horus and said with unclear meaning:

"As you said, we still don't know who the real prey is..."

"Why?" Abaddon still wanted to ask, but Khayon, who had left and returned, had already answered his question for him.

"You have obviously suppressed him. If you drag it on for a long time, he will definitely die!"

"Death is inevitable?" Mortarion blew out a stream of smoke from his nose, and then looked at the Thousand-Scarred Son in front of him mockingly.

"Who gave you the confidence to evaluate the war between the Primarchs? And..."

The insect wings behind him vibrated slightly, gradually approaching under Khayon's alert sight.

"Who taught you to talk to me like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Kayon disappeared instantly;

However, Mortarion was obviously faster. Half a second before the latter distorted the subspace and appeared on the other side of Abaddon, the blade of Silent Scythe was already placed at the location where Khayon appeared.

"Kingbreaker?" The teasing in Mortarion's eyes was undisguised, while Khayon looked at the scythe on his neck without moving.

"Just a slave who betrays his master..."

"That's enough! Ugh..." Abaddon roared angrily, and then squeezed out streaks of silver flames from his chest in a fit of retching.

Without the support of the Primarch, these powers were no longer enough to suppress Abaddon's self-healing ability.

This champion king blessed by the gods is recovering from his injuries at a terrifying speed.

However, Mortarion's behavior is obviously tantamount to provocation. At this moment, how can the insult to Khayon not be contempt for him?

"I said enough!" Abaddon managed to get up, ignoring the wounds on his body, and looked directly at the Demon Prince of Nurgle.

"If you still respect your loving father's will, you should know how to stop at the right time!"

………………

"as you wish!"

After all, he has become a demon, and the personality in his soul not only gives it eternal life and strength, but also restrains his behavior at all times.

In the eyes of the Demon Prince, the crown chosen by the four gods is a more real manifestation than reality.

Among the four forces that are connected to each other like ouroboros, the will of Nurgle's loving father is also responding to Abaddon's anger.

Clang!

The heavy Scythe of Silence was put away by Mortarion, and the energy pistol "Lantern" with cursed power was also attached to the thigh of the demon primarch with a metallic knocking sound.

Seeing that Mortarion was about to leave, Abaddon had no intention of pursuing the previous offense.

But the details of the deal between him and Calvin still made him speak and kept the former.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Abaddon said.

"Problem?" Mortarion's emotions were accumulated to the extreme. When he suddenly turned around, a malicious smile appeared.

But because of the presence of certain people, he didn't want to alert others, so he tolerated this maliciousness.

"There's a smell on him. I can't see it clearly, but I can smell it."

"Taste?" Abaddon repeated.

This is not a question against Mortarion, on the contrary, it is the greatest respect for him.

After all, the guy in front of him is the divine incarnation of Nurgle. When it comes to being sensitive to smells, he really can't find a more authoritative being.

"The taste..." Mortarion repeated again in a positive tone.

This feeling that is close to instinct cannot be described in pale language.

And if you want to really define this taste, then...

"Darkness...violence...warmth...ridiculous justice...um...and a little greasy?"

The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt, so Mortarion decisively ended his memory.

"Anyway, there is a threat! I'm leaving, you can take care of yourself."

After he said this, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

On the lower deck, the Storm Eagle squad from the Plague Heart is already waiting for the return of their original body.

"What about us?" Kayon looked at the mess on the bridge, feeling slightly numb in his heartache.

This is the fate of traitors like them, and if they want to restore it to its original state this time, no one knows how many years will pass.

"Let's go too..."

Abaddon looked around at the Gastalin guards, calling to other members of the battleship while looking for possible survivors.

He made up his mind to seal this hall for a long time;

Everything here is a great shame to him, and he doesn't want to see anything here before completing the corresponding revenge.

"Leave?" Kayon was anxious.

"Our fleet has a huge advantage, this failure is just an accident!"

"Is it really an accident?" Abaddon looked at Khayon without scolding him, but it was the deep look in his eyes that made him gradually fall silent.

"That - the Primarch." After Khayon finally shut up, Abaddon slowly spoke:

"That Primarch has the same qualities as your father...even more powerful.

The rules of physics are meaningless to him, and the advantage of the fleet cannot stop him from threatening us.

Let's go, while Mortarion is still here..."

Abaddon's steady voice showed rare fluctuations, and Khayon knew that this was because he was enduring the pain of his own failure after recognizing his own weakness.

Yes, the excited emotions in Kayon's mind finally calmed down after Calvin's name was mentioned.

The emergence of the new Primarch made all their plans come to nothing.

And if it weren't for Mortarion's threat to him, the Spirit of Vengeance just now might have been the beginning of a huge killing.

Fight? How to fight?

When one can ignore fleet fire and arrive directly on the bridge of your flagship to deliver a decapitating strike.

All your will and planning seem so pale and ridiculous.

And over the long time they have lived, the tactic of beheading and attacking, which only belongs to them, will one day become the reason why they have to take advantage but escape in embarrassment...
To be continued...