In front of the towering fortress gate.
In the distance were the repelled Tyranids, and behind stood a wall full of 'Greenskin Astra Militarum'.
On the contrary, in front of the gate, apart from Sith and Abaddon, there were only a few dozen of Abaddon's veteran bodyguards.
At this moment, a gust of Arctic wind blew past, and as it hit Abaddon, it brought a strange sense of desolation.
Especially as Abaddon looked at a human wearing armor blessed by the God-Emperor, carrying a Khorne magic sword, glowing with the pink light of Slaanesh, and finally, piloting a Morkanaut, this sense of desolation seemed to blow into the depths of his heart along with the cold wind.
Laugh...
At this moment, Abaddon truly couldn't laugh.
Because, facing the speechless gazes of his bodyguards behind him, if one had to judge by the number of blessings Abaddon had previously received, the Sith opposite him actually had four as well!
And one of them was a damn Gork!
Abaddon's face was deathly still, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. But while Abaddon couldn't speak, the Sith opposite him was piloting a hundredfold enhanced Morkanaut, forcefully pounding its chest several times.
Watching the sparks flying from the fist, Abaddon's eyelid twitched, then he lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of 'is this right?' confusion in his gaze.
The Morkanaut is equivalent to the Knight mechs of the Imperium of Man, considered the most powerful conventional ground unit.
Throughout his long campaigns, Abaddon had dealt with many Morkanauts, but looking at the one Sith was piloting and comparing it to the ones in his mind, Abaddon simply couldn't equate the two.
Except for looking the same, just by listening to the dull thud of the pounding earlier, Abaddon knew that if that fist were to strike him...
Abaddon shuddered violently, stopping his train of thought instantly. Just as he was about to ponder how to leave without being awkward, the sunlight in front of him was blocked by a tall shadow.
Abaddon was stunned and slowly looked up.
"So you're Abaddon?"
The bodyguards behind him had retreated to the back at some point; after all, as Abaddon's bodyguards, they knew at a glance that the human piloting the Morkanaut was someone they couldn't stop.
Abaddon looked up at the Morkanaut above him, a human head abruptly growing from its neck, asking him a question, and his eyes glazed over.
Not to mention how provocative Sith's question was, the mere fact that Sith had piloted the Morkanaut to stand before him without him even reacting left Abaddon at a loss for words.
He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but perhaps Sith noticed Abaddon's embarrassment and specifically helped him out of the awkward situation.
After the question, Sith raised a palm, the exaggerated hand blocking the star, and then, with a green glow, sent Abaddon flying like a cannonball, crashing into a piece of abandoned plasteel wall in the distance, where he was embedded!
Silence.
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