Vashtorr could not respond to Abaddon, who had sent a wave of elite decapitation forces to their deaths right at the start; he simply switched screens quickly, wanting to investigate what was going on with these Imperial Greenskins.
But after switching screens for a while, Abaddon, who had been angry at Vashtorr, suddenly shouted to stop.
"Wait!"
Vashtorr stopped and looked at Abaddon with some confusion, while Abaddon stared blankly at the screen, his gaze fixed intently on a human who had come to the front line to command the greenskins.
Vashtorr followed Abaddon's gaze, and after a quick information retrieval, realization dawned on him.
Abaddon watched for a while, then suddenly stood up straight.
"I am going to the surface to personally slaughter this lackey of the Corpse Emperor!"
As Abaddon said this, he turned to assemble his honor guard, not even bothering with Vashtorr beside him.
Because on the screen right now, the Mortal commanding the greenskins was none other than Sith, who had jumped onto his vengeful spirit and then jumped back off, making a trip to the Warmaster's flagship seem like a vacation!
Soon, within the harbinger ark, a large number of elite Chaos Astartes began to assemble. After brief preparations, with a surge of Warp energy, Abaddon used Warp dark magic to teleport directly to the entrance of the Arctic Forge District.
At the same time, a Chaos cultist was sent over to deliver a message; the news that Abaddon wanted to duel Sith was delivered directly to the command post.
"What? Abaddon wants to duel me?"
Sith looked at the soldier who delivered the message in astonishment, and Fanros and the others behind him were also stunned; after all, they had never heard of a glorious Chaos Warmaster wanting to duel a Mortal.
Just by having this word get out, not only would Abaddon lose face, but the value of that Mortal would skyrocket beyond measure.
Of course, that was a different story if that Mortal was Sith.
"My lord, there is no need to accept this duel."
Fanros was the first to object; having finally seen Sith return to a safe area, he really did not want to see Sith encounter any more danger.
Even Shahansen, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement, unwilling to watch the last sliver of hope for his Impenetrable Defense Line suffer setbacks inexplicably because of a duel.
Sith looked at the monitor aimed outside the gate, watching Abaddon's hulking frame and his divine armor, and did not immediately object.
Sith remained silent, and those around him quickly realized that Sith actually had the intention of going out to fight the opponent. Fanros, and even Davi Luo and others, looked panicked and wanted to urge him against it.
But before they could speak, Sith had already looked up:
"Ask Abaddon if he dares to let me make some preparations before dueling him."
Everyone: "..."
Seeing Sith's attitude, the words on everyone's lips couldn't be spoken. They could only look at each other, and with bitter faces, send a reply to Abaddon, while also feeling curious about what preparations their lord was planning to make.
Outside the gate, after hearing the servitor skull's reply, Abaddon smashed the servitor skull to pieces with one slap and revealed a grimace at the monitor on the gate:
"Prepare however you like, but be quick, because I cannot wait to have the Corpse Emperor watch with his own eyes as I twist your head off and use it as a bowl!"
Abaddon was full of confidence, but his honor guard was a bit worried:
"Warmaster, the opponent does have the blessings of the God-Emperor and Khorne after all. Should we be more cautious?"
The honor guard reminded him, but Abaddon's face stiffened, and he looked coldly at his subordinate:
"He has blessings, and I have blessings. He has two, but I have four."
"What? Do you think I'm afraid of him?!"
Abaddon was still stuck on the scene he had seen last time in the Warp and did not know about Sith's subsequent experiences.
Although the honor guard looked at the group of greenskins obeying Sith and always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it after struggling for a long time, so he could only retreat with awkwardness.
During the time they were talking, the front gate finally opened.
Watching his prey emerge, Abaddon looked back with a grimace, but as the hulking figure stepped out of the gate with heavy footsteps, Abaddon's smile froze directly on his face.
"Hahaha... haha... ha?!"
Khorne's blood-red at his waist, the God-Emperor's golden sun on his body.
Plus the pink radiance of Slaanesh shining, and a blinding green light above his head.
When Sith, with his hundredfold physical body, put on his hundredfold divine armor, and finally walked out of the gate driving his hundredfold 'alien mecha', Abaddon's frozen grimace turned into a 'radiant' one!
After holding it in for a long time, and under the wide-eyed stares of his honor guard behind him, Abaddon suddenly stood straight, put away his smile, and looked speechless:
"How do you have four too?!"
"And..."
"Who told you to bring out the Morkanaut???"
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