Chapter Six: Laughing at Abaddon, Chaos Is Excrement.

After the tide of chaotic magic faded, only the Chaos Space Marines and mortal traitors remained on the battlefield. Wang Ming slew the traitor before him with a single stroke, then raised his sword in one hand, pointing it at Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster.

Abaddon likewise drew his cursed blade and leveled it at Wang Ming. The Warmaster anointed by the powers of Chaos and the gene-primarch, magnificent scion of the Emperor of Mankind, faced each other in direct combat for the first time on this blood-soaked field. The Black Legion veterans and mortal traitors hastily scattered. This was no fight for them.

Wang Ming charged at Abaddon with blinding speed, raising his sword to cleave for his enemy’s head. His movements were so swift that not even the Chaos-blessed Space Marines could follow them, yet Abaddon managed to parry the blow.

The daemon sword barely deflected the golden power blade. Seizing the opening, Abaddon struck out with the other hand: the infamous power claw known as the Talon of Horus, aiming for Wang Ming’s waist.

The Talon of Horus was a weapon that had slain a primarch before; on its scythe-like blades, the blood of Saint Sanguinius himself still lingered.

Wang Ming could not avoid the strike. The force of his own attack had carried him forward and downward—he had no way to change his motion. The Talon of Horus tore through his sacred power armor, which had withstood countless daemonic assaults, rending a massive wound in his body.

After ten thousand years, the Talon of Horus was stained once more with a primarch’s blood.

His lifeblood scattered in the air like rubies, mingling with fragments of golden armor—like a star exploding. Agonizing pain ripped through Wang Ming’s body from his torn waist.

It hurt—more than any agony he had ever known. His vision reddened with fury, feeling death so close he could almost taste it. He was like a beast driven mad.

Throwing caution aside, Wang Ming lunged at Abaddon, unleashing the full fury of a gene-primarch’s strength.

He had never possessed much combat skill or experience, relying solely on his primarch’s power and wargear. Now, with death looming, he abandoned all restraint, attacking with pure, unbridled strength.

Abaddon was stunned by Wang Ming’s berserk assault. He had seen that this primarch lacked battle prowess, which was why he dared confront him—hoping to use his own expertise to kill him. But now, Wang Ming’s raw power was overwhelming.

Despite his past triumphs—even over clone primarchs—the Warmaster could not withstand this onslaught. After narrowly evading several strikes, Abaddon retreated, using the last of his chaotic energies to open a portal and escape back to his flagship, the Vengeful Spirit.

With Abaddon gone, Wang Ming turned his wrath upon the fleeing Chaos Marines and mortal traitors. Only their blood could quench the fury in his heart.

None had escaped far before Wang Ming caught and killed them one by one. For a moment, it was as if the roles had reversed—he had become the demon that Chaos now feared.