Abaddon chased after Emrys and departed, leaving the black Legion with no choice but to help block the Ultramarines attempting to provide support.
The entire battlefield was divided into three areas.
One was the battlefield of the Primarch and the Daemon Prince, which no one could join. The intensity of the storm there was so fierce that it almost made one mistake it for two giant machines clashing in a terrifying manner!
Another was the black Legion, the Ultramarines, and the Sons of the Forest. They desperately tried to hold back those attempting to aid the Warmaster.
And the last one, naturally, was Emrys and Abaddon.
"Running?!"
Abaddon sprinted, cornering Emrys in a ship's compartment.
"Let's see where you can run now!"
The completely enraged Abaddon displayed the power of the Chaos Warmaster. Even with the magic sword's enhancement, Emrys found it difficult to resist.
After all, in terms of strength, speed, reaction, experience—in every aspect, Emrys was far from a match for Abaddon, who had fought for ten thousand years, so being suppressed was quite normal.
"Aren't you quite the talker?!"
"Talk then!!!"
Abaddon struck claw after claw, like a tireless machine. His furious power almost choked Emrys, forcing him to retreat steadily.
Bang!
Finally, Abaddon seized an opening, unleashed a powerful punch, and sent Emrys, along with his sword, flying over ten meters, crashing heavily against the metal wall, then slowly sliding down.
"Cough"
Emrys coughed up a mouthful of blood, his arms tingling. Luckily, he had blocked with his sword just now, otherwise that punch would have almost killed him!
"You have your day too?!"
Abaddon sneered, walking towards Emrys step by step. He believed the opponent was cornered, completely driven into a desperate situation by him.
In fact, from the current situation, it was indeed so. The Ultramarines were blocked by the black Legion, the Sons of the Forest were not nearby, and Emrys, as a human, had to face the enraged Chaos Warmaster Abaddon alone.
The only one capable of salvaging this situation, the Primarch Roboute Guilliman, was also tied up by another Daemon Prince, Fulgrim, and couldn't spare any attention.
This situation couldn't be called a guaranteed loss, but it was certainly a dead end.
As for the so-called psyker?
Sorry, Abaddon wasn't afraid, unless Emrys was one of those extremely rare, high-risk psykers, but it was obvious... he wasn't!
"Don't be afraid."
Abaddon sneered, the anger pent up in his chest finally finding an outlet.
"The fact that you are valued by the Four Gods proves you have special worth and use. For that reason alone, I won't kill you."
Emrys half-knelt on the ground, leaning his entire weight on his sword to barely keep from falling. He gasped for air, then looked up at Abaddon, a cold smile on his face.
"So? What do you want to express?"
"I will make you—wish you were dead!"
In the depths of Abaddon's pupils, a terrifying, savage, and utterly insane glint appeared.
"I will make you cry, scream, and beg me, beg me to kill you!!!"
This was not an empty threat.
Abaddon knew all too well how many ways Chaos had to torment people. He had plenty of time to let Emrys thoroughly experience the wondrous sensations from Khorne, Nurgle, and then Tzeentch and Slaanesh!
"How pathetic, Abaddon—you're all talk now."
Even though he was driven into a corner, Emrys' face showed no panic at all. He remained calm, even having the presence of mind to tease him.
"If your strength were even one-third of your verbal pain, you wouldn't have been beaten like a dog by lord Primarch, fleeing in such a sorry state."
"Hmph, be arrogant while you can, Emrys—" Abaddon was unfazed by his taunts, sneering as he continued to walk towards him.
"Soon, very soon—I will make you experience the feeling of wishing you were dead!"
"If you must blame someone, blame your own stupidity!"
"Hahahaha... A mere human, do you really think you angered me?"
"No!"
"I was never angered by you; that was merely a facade. You deliberately lured me away, but little did you know—this was my plan, Emrys!"
Abaddon, certain of victory, reached the peak of his desire to gloat. He was eager to pierce Emrys' pride and trample his self-esteem.
"Your biggest mistake was luring me away from Roboute. This might indeed relieve the pressure on the Ultramarines, but you overlooked one thing—with your strength, you can't possibly hold out until they deal with the black Legion and come to your rescue!"
Emrys' arms trembled. A moment ago, Abaddon's claw strike had nearly pulverized the bones in both his arms. He simply sat down, his gaze calmly fixed on Abaddon.
"And?"
"If you were beside the Primarch, I might not have been able to catch you," Abaddon's laughter grew wilder.
"But here, no one can help you. Even if Roboute discovers it, it will be too late!"
But alas, even as Abaddon stood before Emrys, radiating immense malice and a brutal gaze, the scene he imagined—this human being terrified, screaming, or even wetting himself—did not happen at all.
Emrys remained very calm.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?!"
Abaddon's expression darkened. This was not what he had imagined. He wanted to see Emrys' fear and pleas for mercy, not this... calmness.
This shouldn't be!
He was so close; did Emrys still have some trick up his sleeve?!
But Abaddon had already carefully sensed. His Superman senses assured him that there were no traps here, nor any threats, just the two of them!
But if that was the case, why wasn't Emrys afraid of him?
At this distance, Abaddon was confident that even if the Primarch arrived, he wouldn't be able to save Emrys.
"Why should I be afraid of you?"
Emrys sat cross-legged, looking up at Abaddon, his eyes calm, gentle, yet profound, like a deep pool.
"Abaddon, bluster only makes you seem weak."
Hearing this, Abaddon's face twisted again.
He knew he couldn't win a war of words with this bastard, but it didn't matter—he sneered, opening the Talon of Horus. Each sharp claw glinted with a chilling edge.
"Once I cut out your tongue, I'd like to see if you can still talk nonsense!"
The next moment, Abaddon moved like Thor.
The Talon of Horus sliced through the air with extreme speed. Because the distance between them was almost an arm's length, with the swiftness of a Space Marine, it wouldn't even take a tenth of a second.
But, just as Abaddon was fantasizing about cutting out Emrys' tongue and making him wail in agony, he saw a look of mockery appear on the sitting youth's face.
"Too slow."
Instantly, Emrys touched the ground with his index finger, his lips parting as he calmly uttered a few words.
"Mirror Dimension."
Buzz—!
!!!
Layers of ripples began to spread out in all directions from where Emrys' index finger touched the ground. Invisible magic formed a giant magic circle, eroding the rules and space of this universe.
Abaddon's pupils contracted, an extreme sense of unease welling up in his heart. He couldn't help but speed up his hand.
"Die!!!"
But the Talon of Horus suddenly stopped in place.
No, it wasn't 'stopped'!
Abaddon was shocked to discover that his attack speed hadn't changed; what had changed was the 'distance' between him and Emrys!
Because the 'distance' was constantly increasing, that's why the Talon of Horus appeared to be stopped in place, creating such a bizarre sight.
"Wh-what's going on?!"
Abaddon was utterly confused by the scene before him, even finding it unbelievable.
"Oh, in a more fashionable term—this move should be called 'Limitless.'" Emrys' lips curled into a faint smile.
"But if explained scientifically, it means the 'distance' between you and me is constantly expanding. It appears close—but in reality, it's very far."
This was another unique use of the "Mirror Dimension" that he had discovered after much research.
Not limited to the entire space, but confined to his surroundings, creating an effect similar to "Limitless."
"You, when did you set this trap?!" Abaddon's heart stopped. He felt as if he had—been outsmarted by this insidious bastard again!
"Your statement is truly laughable."
Emrys remained seated, a half-smile on his lips, as if mocking his overestimation of himself.
"When did you get the illusion that I would carelessly let you approach without any defenses?"
"No, I don't believe it!"
Abaddon roared, firing his assault cannon at Emrys.
"Die!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shells trailing flames shot towards Emrys.
However, what happened next shocked Abaddon even more: those incredibly fast shells slowed down the closer they got to Emrys' 'distance', until they stopped completely.
Clank, clank—
The completely inert bolter rounds fell one after another, the crisp sounds like hammers striking Abaddon's heart.
"Impossible, this is impossible—" Abaddon's eyes lost their focus.
"There's no psychic reading at all, how could you—"
This was the biggest 'misconception'.
Abaddon believed that as long as there were no psychic readings, Emrys couldn't use 'psychic powers'.
But he didn't know that besides psychic powers, Emrys was also an excellent 'mage' who graduated from Kamar-Taj. He could use magic without using psychic powers!
"The nonsense should end here."
Emrys again formed hand seals. The massive magical spatial dimension mirror image suddenly encroached upon reality and the Warp, completely enveloping him and Abaddon!
"This—what exactly is this place?!"
Abaddon's pupils constricted sharply.
Unknown fear, like a dark shadow, eroded his composure.
What exactly was this place?!
He had never encountered such a strange place. It felt as if space in all directions could extend infinitely, the ground and sky were completely inverted, and left and right were also swapped!
Something's wrong?
Extremely, twelve-tenths wrong!
This place was weird!
"Illusion? Sorcery?"
Abaddon tried to focus Chaos energy with the 'Talon of Horus' and violently attacked the nearby wall.
But the destructive effect was very real!
Behind the shattered metal wall, another "inversion" occurred, an inside-out inversion, like layers of blooming petals, extending endlessly into the distance.
Abaddon completely panicked. He didn't know what this place was, and his remaining sanity made him shift his attack target to Emrys.
"No matter what tricks you're playing, as long as I catch you—this place will naturally break!"
However, his idea was wonderful, but the reality was cruel—Abaddon took a step, only to see the 'ground' between Emrys and him suddenly stretched dozens of times by some force!
Rumble!!!
The ground suddenly stretched, and the distance between Abaddon and Emrys not only didn't shorten, but instantly widened by hundreds of meters.
Abaddon was completely stunned.
What was going on?
It was somewhat like Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, but here—it didn't seem to have the influence of the Warp!
The distance between the two was so unattainable.
Between Abaddon and Emrys, there seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm. No matter how hard Abaddon struggled, he couldn't reach the person who seemed close enough to touch, yet was as far as the horizon.
"Hmph, even if you trap me, what then?!" Abaddon forced himself to calm down.
"You can't maintain this space forever. Once your power is exhausted, I'll still be able to get out!"
"Alas."
Emrys sighed softly.
He looked at Abaddon with a rather pitying gaze, then slowly said, "Have you ever thought about why I deliberately lured you away from the Primarch?"
"Of course, to relieve their pressure, hold me back, and then wait for the Primarch," Abaddon said.
"Wrong."
Emrys chuckled, saying, "I did it to avoid their sight, because only then would it be convenient for me to do what comes next."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up.
"After all, this matter—will be a bit 'heretical,' and I don't want lord Regent to think I'm too restless."
Abaddon had a very bad feeling.
But then, Emrys suddenly raised a hand, and a rainbow-like beam of light split open this mirror dimension.
"Thor!!!"
Boom—!!!
That rainbow, gathering terrifying energy, poured down like a celestial river. The terrifying energy aftershocks vibrated every part of the mirror dimension!
But what terrified Abaddon even more was that from within the rainbow light, a figure stood, bathed in explosive lightning, like a god wielding lightning and war!
"You are Abaddon?"
Soon, the figure stepped out of the rainbow. Golden long hair was casually draped, the scales of his armor shimmered in the lightning, and the blood-red cape behind him flapped in the wind.
"I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"
"Who are you?!"
Abaddon felt immense pressure from this person, pressure similar to that of a Primarch!
"Thor, Thor Odinson."
Thor, holding his hammer, tilted his head and observed him for a moment, a sneer appearing on his face.
"Emrys said you're quite a fighter!"
Earlier.
Emrys specifically went to the Marvel universe, found Odin who was already in retirement, and proposed borrowing the Asgardian legions.
The old man Odin was also very straightforward. Without a word, he allocated three thousand 'Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers' and his own son, Thor, to participate in the war.
Ever since Emrys brought hope, allowing Asgard to potentially break free from the control of the world Tree, Odin has been giving money when asked and people when asked.
Among their close collaborations, the most important matter was these 'Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers'.
The Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers were originally the Asgardian Divine Realm Army.
They were elites, chosen from hundreds of thousands of people, and not only that, but these individuals were selected entirely according to the Astartes' method, even more brutal!
Every Asgardian chosen to join the 'Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers' had passed layers of selection and trials, from will to physique, impeccable!
Finally, after completing twenty-two implantation surgeries, they transformed from an Asgardian into a Primaris Space Marine, becoming a 'Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldier' in the true sense!
The physique of Asgardians is inherently stronger than humans, including endurance, strength, speed, etc. Now, with gene modification surgery, they are completely on another level.
And as an army, the most lacking experience was perfectly compensated by the Valhalla.
The 'Valhalla' created by Odin with the power of the world Tree is equivalent to a large virtual training ground.
To train the combat power and will of the 'Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers', Emrys specifically added several 'Small world' battles within the Valhalla.
The Ivan V Landing Campaign, the Third Armageddon War, the Siege of Terra, the ran-Dan War, the Cadia Fortress War, and the Battle of Baal from the original storyline, etc. With these 'Small world' battles as a foundation, this legion was already a quite mature legion from the moment of its birth.
Now, this sharp blade should be unsheathed.
Looking at the burly figures, like gods descending, amidst lightning and rainbows, Abaddon swallowed his saliva, his entire being numb.
"You—you guessed it early on?"
His face was filled with disbelief, his pupils wide with horror, as he looked at the always calm young man, his heart churning with stormy waves.
Could it be that his every step was anticipated by him?!
"Just being prepared."
Emrys was quite nonchalant, chuckling, "As everyone knows, I'm a bit timid, so I like to prepare several plans. There's always one that suits you, isn't there?"
As early as when he was discussing with the Primarchs about setting this trap for the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, he was already thinking about this question.
Would the Four Gods really sit by and watch them kill their most useful 'pawn'?
Emrys kept asking himself, putting himself in the perspective of the Four Gods, and the conclusion he drew was no!
The Four Gods would absolutely not sit by and watch them kill Abaddon, whether from the perspective of the original storyline or from the interests of Chaos.
Abaddon—at least for now—cannot die!
His greatest value is to be like an ant, clinging to the Imperium's wound, constantly sucking blood, weakening the Imperium, but not killing it.
Weakening the Imperium, weakening humanity, but absolutely not forcing the Imperium into a corner; this is the true goal of the Chaos Four Gods.
In other words, the Chaos Four Gods want to maintain the current situation; fighting but not breaking apart is the situation they desire.
Destroy the Imperium, exterminate humanity?
No, probably only a fool would think that way, truly believing that the Golden Throne can suppress that one?
If that lord were to rise, then—it would be the Chaos Four Gods who would be unlucky.
So, the topic returns to the beginning.
Abaddon not dying, the Imperium suffering severe damage, a scenario where both sides are hurt, is what the Chaos Four Gods hope for, and precisely because of this, Emrys could conclude that if they wanted to kill Abaddon, they would inevitably face layers of obstruction.
Emrys is very timid.
Just as he said, since he had already offended Abaddon, he might as well just kill him directly to avoid future troubles.
No one understands rooting out evil better than he does!
Since he already knew that the Chaos Four Gods would inevitably intervene, Emrys would naturally prepare early. The Primarchs were the first layer of the plan. If the Regent could not encircle and kill Abaddon, then it would be his turn to appear, using 'Atropos' from the shadows to directly kill the Abaddon of 'the past'!
But unfortunately, both plans failed.
The result was just as Emrys expected: the Chaos Four Gods couldn't sit still and intervened to prevent Abaddon's inevitable death, even sending out a Daemon Prince—Fulgrim!
But what a pity.
The Chaos Four Gods, after all, overlooked one point.
"Are you praying for the Chaos Four Gods to save you?" Looking at Abaddon, whose face was grim and whose mouth was constantly mumbling something, Emrys mercilessly shattered his last illusion.
"I advise you to give up that idea. Even the Chaos Four Gods cannot interfere or meddle with what happens 'here'."
Mirror Dimension Space.
It seems simple, but in reality, this is a Small world independent of the Warhammer Universe, like people in a box.
If the real universe and the Warp are compared to two nested 'boxes,' with the Warp at a higher level, able to interfere with the lower-level 'real universe,' but unable to interfere with the box within the real universe across two dimensions.
And the Mirror Dimension Space is precisely this 'box,' a smaller level nested within the real universe.
In short, this place is not under the jurisdiction of the Warp!
Abaddon, let alone calling for help, even if he screamed until his throat was hoarse, the Chaos Four Gods would not be able to reach here!
"Now, do you understand?" Emrys looked at Abaddon with a half-smile and said lightly, "I told you long ago, you're dead today. No one can save you. I said it!"
"Impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
Abaddon was like a person cornered, clinging to a straw, his expression frantic and distorted, roaring loudly.
"The Gods of Chaos are omnipotent! There's nothing they can't do! You're lying to me!!!"
"These words are fine for deceiving others, but don't deceive yourself." Emrys chuckled, "If the Chaos Four Gods were truly omnipotent, they would have dragged the Emperor off his toilet long ago. How could they endure this long? What gods—heh, it's simply ridiculous. To put it plainly, they are merely the negative products of the souls and emotions of all sentient beings. Only you, like an idiot, believe their nonsense."
From firmly believing in the omnipotence of the Chaos Four Gods to having his lies exposed by Emrys, Abaddon was enraged and charged at him, roaring, "No, you're lying! I'll kill you! Kill you!!!"
However.
What awaited Abaddon was a hammer as swift as lightning and as violent as thunder.
Boom—!!!
The terrifying hammer, carrying immense force, directly shattered Abaddon's power armor and even sent him flying hundreds of meters, like a kite flying backward, smashing through several metal walls before finally coming to a halt.
A charred gully, over a hundred meters long, was ploughed into the ground, with faint lightning surging.
Immediately after, Thor beckoned, and Mjolnir flew back into his hand. The god, bathed in lightning, his crimson cape flapping, stepped forward with rumbling thunder, grinning as he walked towards Abaddon.
"Come on, don't say I'm not giving you a chance. Right here, today, either you die by my hand, or—I kill you!"
Emrys didn't even bother to look.
Thor is the legitimate Thor. Only a Primarch who has awakened the essence of the Warp is qualified to fight him. Defeating a mere Abaddon is naturally child's play, and since this place can isolate the prying eyes and interference of the Four Gods, the outcome is already determined.
Emrys calmly said to Thor, "He's yours. The Lightning-Forged Heavenly Soldiers will come with me."
He not only wants to deal with Abaddon but also thoroughly eliminate the black Legion, that cancerous growth!
Emrys left.
This was a Mirror Dimension, and one needed Kamar-Taj's 'Mystic Ring' to leave, so he wasn't worried that Abaddon could escape.
Besides, Thor was still there.
While Thor's performance in other areas was somewhat concerning, when it came to combat, that was a different story.
The Asgardian Thor, the God of War in Norse mythology, wasn't famous for nothing!
Just Abaddon?
It wasn't that Emrys looked down on him; unless the Four Gods could break through the two layers of 'boxes' blocking them and directly inject divine power like Horus did back then, otherwise, for him to even get a complete corpse would be Thor showing him mercy!
"No, don't—don't go!"
Abaddon, lying in the ruins, felt as if all the bones in his body had been crushed by that hammer blow. He stared at Emrys, eyes wide with fury, and roared in a heart-wrenching voice, "Don't—don't go!"
If an uninformed person were present, they might have thought Abaddon and Emrys had a good relationship.
But in reality, Abaddon just didn't want to face that terrifying blonde man alone.
He didn't understand!
That human named 'Thor' looked completely devoid of any signs of biological modification, nor had he implanted any mechanical organs, yet his strength was astonishing!
Leaving aside everything else, just that one hammer blow—Abaddon saw his life flash before his eyes and almost thought he was about to meet Horus!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Suddenly, the violently disturbed wind forcefully pulled Abaddon's drifting thoughts back to reality.
Thor spun Mjolnir, and a fierce gale roared with it. He himself was like a natural disaster, a walking tornado, with lightning tearing through the air in Rays of light, emitting a terrifying presence!
"Chaos Warmaster, right?"
Thor sneered, beckoning him with a finger, "Come on, I'd like to see how capable you are. Don't be shy—hit me here!"
This was intolerable!
Moreover, Abaddon already had a bad temper, and seeing Thor's arrogant demeanor almost made him explode with rage. He suddenly gathered strength in his feet, erupting with terrifying speed, even shaking the surrounding ruins!
Boom!
Abaddon, going all out, absolutely deserved the title of Warmaster, and his strength was indeed top-notch, but unfortunately—he met Thor!
Thor, in the Marvel universe, in terms of potential alone, definitely ranks among the top few, especially the future—Rune King Thor!
In terms of combat power, even the current Odin cannot be compared with the future Thor, otherwise, he would not have been given the title of 'God of War'!
In his rage, Abaddon truly showed some capability. Although the Warp was isolated here, as the Chaos Warmaster, he had the blessings of the Four Gods within him. The blasphemous energy gathered in the Claw of Horus, as if it wanted to tear open this space, dragging the screaming The Message and directly ripping apart the storm surrounding Thor!
"Die!"
A glint flashed in Abaddon's eyes.
Excellent, this foolish bastard, daring to stand openly on the battlefield and saying he'd let him have a free hit?
He was practically asking for death!
Although the daemon sword was lost, the Claw of Horus was also a demonic artifact!
However, just as Abaddon was full of confidence, believing his full-strength strike would surely sever the neck of the arrogant blonde man before him, he never expected—clang!!!
Violent fire exploded before his eyes!
The Claw of Horus actually stopped at Thor's neck, and the immense Recoil force made Abaddon's arm numb, leaving him completely stunned.
What, what was going on?!!
If Thor had dodged the blow, he wouldn't have been so shocked.
But the problem was—Thor just stood there, completely still, letting him strike his neck. Not only did the Claw of Horus fail to sever his throat, but it almost shattered itself!
"That's it?"
Thor's last shred of hope faded completely with that strike. "You're not good enough either. With this little strength, you're not even as strong as the Frost Giants of Jotunheim."
"This is impossible." Abaddon had said 'impossible' too many times today, but this time—it was absolutely unacceptable to him.
The Claw of Horus was a Primarch's artifact, why couldn't it even break a human's skin?!
He could not accept this result.
Thor, however, found it quite normal. He could withstand the power of a neutron star; it would be strange if Abaddon's slap could break his defense!
"Are you—really human?!" Abaddon stared blankly, pleasantly, at the blonde man.
The smile on Thor's face instantly vanished. He remembered Emrys telling him that here—no matter what, he must firmly assert his race, that he was human!
Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely!
He absolutely must not deviate from this stance, otherwise, something very terrifying would happen. Although he didn't know what this very terrifying thing was, he—trusted Emrys, who would never speak without reason.
Moreover, they, the Asgardians, were originally 'pure-blooded' humans!
If they were to undergo genetic testing, they, the Asgardians, would surely be more human than the humans here!
"I gave you face!"
Thor chuckled in anger, and slapped him.
Slap—!
Abaddon felt the world spin, saw stars, and his head was almost shattered by the slap. His skull cracked, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his nostrils and mouth.
"What a treacherous bastard!" Thor's eyes blazed with fire as he glared at Abaddon, gritting his teeth, "How dare you question that we are not human?
Today I'll show you whether I'm human or not!"
With that, he directly threw Mjolnir, leaped, and like a meteor falling from the sky, crashed onto Abaddon's body!
Boom!
The already broken ground instantly cratered, and visible air currents spread outwards.
Abaddon was stomped into the pit, and the Terminator armor, forged and carved with blasphemous runes by the Four Gods, could not withstand the pure brute force of Thor from another world.
The armor shattered inch by inch, immense force compressed Abaddon's chest, blood, organs, bones, and this was just the beginning.
"Am I human?!"
"Am I human!"
"Speak! Hurry up and speak!"
"Am I! Human! ! !"
Thor's fists rained down like a storm, smashing relentlessly onto Abaddon's body. The force of each punch was enough to pound an elephant into a bloody pulp, and Abaddon took countless such blows.
He didn't know how long he fought.
It wasn't until Thor paused to catch his breath that he realized Abaddon, along with his armor, had been beaten into a sinewy, highly elastic meat paste.
The only thing intact was his head.
Until his death, Abaddon's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't imagine that he, the esteemed Chaos Warmaster chosen by the Four Gods, would end his sinful life in such a way!