Chapter 1171: Lord of the Blade

"Keep pushing forward! Kill all enemies that block our way!" Abaddon's roar echoed throughout the battlefield. He held the power sword tightly in his left hand and the bolter in his right hand, rushing to the front like a ferocious beast.

The so-called traps of the Dark Eldar were no match for Abaddon and the Gastlin Terminators behind him. These powerful warriors were like heavy trucks, ruthlessly crushing them and destroying all the traps.

"Kill all the aliens that block our way! Let them see the power of the empire!" Abaddon's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder.

As his words fell, he swung the power sword in his hand suddenly, and the blade drew a dazzling arc in the air.

In an instant, more than a dozen dark elves were hit by the sharp sword light, and their bodies were instantly blown into balls of scarlet blood mist, splattering on the surrounding land.

At the same time, the roar of grenade launchers continued, and dense firepower poured down like a rainstorm. Each bolter caused a huge explosion among the dark Eldar, tearing their bodies into pieces.

In this terrifying firepower net, there are also bursts of hot melt and plasma, as well as the roars of the Space Marines of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion. These brave warriors rushed towards the enemy without fear, and annihilated them at all costs.

"For the Emperor! For Horus!" Along with deafening shouts, thousands of explosive bombs were poured out like dense raindrops in just over ten seconds.

Abaddon's figure shuttled through the hail of bullets. His movements were as fast as lightning, and every time he swung the power sword, it brought about a bloody storm.

Facing the surging Dark Eldar, Abaddon showed no fear. He grabbed a Dark Eldar corpse and swung it at the enemy like a heavy weapon.

The corpse seemed to have lost its weight in his hands. He lifted it up easily and smashed it heavily on a group of dark elves, knocking them flying backwards.

At the same time, Abaddon's other hand tightly grasped the power sword and continued to slash at the enemy.

Each sword hit the enemy's vital points accurately, killing them instantly.

His body was already covered in the alien's blood, which flowed on his black armor, as if he were covered with a layer of scarlet battle robe.

"Taste this! Alien!" Abaddon roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield, shocking the hearts of every enemy.

Suddenly, a Dark Eldar tried to attack him from behind, but Abaddon reacted very quickly. He turned around and grabbed the Dark Eldar by the neck like a ghost.

Then, Abaddon mercilessly hit the Dark Eldar's head directly with his hard helmet.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the dark elf's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, and brains and blood splattered all over Abaddon.

Abaddon tossed the Dark Eldar's corpse aside like trash and continued to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

Under his leadership, many Gastlin Terminators also demonstrated amazing combat effectiveness. Their firepower was so fierce that they tore the Dark Eldar's defense line into pieces.

Tens of thousands of Dark Eldar were slaughtered in an instant by Abaddon and numerous Gastlin Terminators, and the battlefield was littered with broken limbs and flowing blood.

However, at this moment, a figure wearing ancient split armor slowly walked out of the dark corridor.

His appearance seemed to bring a breath of darkness, making people shudder.

He is Drazar, Lord of Blades and Archbishop of Nightmare, Champion of the Nightmare Shrine, long revered as the Executioner.

He exuded a cold and cruel aura, as if he was the embodiment of killing.

Drazar was tall, a head taller than the other Dark Eldar, but his movements were extremely agile, like lightning.

He wields a pair of dual-wielding Claves, which seem like living things in his hands and can attack with incredible speed.

On the battlefield, Drazar shuttled around like a ghost. His speed was so fast that it was dazzling and the enemy could not catch sight of him at all.

He could suddenly attack from any direction and use the pair of Clive to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Whether it was a melee sword or a long-range firearm, they were useless in front of him, because he could always kill the enemy before he had time to react.

Those who were unfortunate enough to be targeted by Drazar had no other options except to pray to their gods.

Because they knew that they only had a few seconds left to live, and these few seconds were enough for Drazal to complete a perfect kill.

Drazar's fighting style is like a feast of violent aesthetics. Each of his attacks is like a work of art, showing his creed to the fullest.

His creed is darkness and killing, and the disappearance of every life is a prayer he offers to his dark brothers.

On the battlefield, Drazar is like a gorgeous vortex of murder, centered around himself, drawing enemies around him in and then ruthlessly tearing them apart.

At the same time, De Lazare is not just an ordinary person, he enjoys a very high reputation and respect in the Comoros.

His name and deeds are often mentioned by people, especially those who have signed bodyguard agreements with him.

The legends surrounding Drazal are simply jaw-dropping, and some of the stories are even horrifying.

For example, he once launched a bloody massacre in the dome area of ​​the Imperial Hive City, killing all the Imperial defenders. Another time, he even challenged three powerful Imperial Guards alone and finally defeated them with amazing strength.

Now, Drazar is faced with an unprecedented challenge: he has to compete with Ezekyle Abaddon, the first captain of the Moon Wolves.

The analytical instrument built into Abaddon's helmet flashed wildly, but it was unable to lock onto the opponent's energy signature.

The alien moves like a blur, difficult to detect even by the most advanced sensors.

"Another alien seeking death." Abaddon sneered, but secretly tensed his muscles.

He had heard the legend of Drazar, the executioner who single-handedly massacred an entire hive district and dared to challenge three of the Emperor's guards at the same time.

The power sword's decomposition field emitted a hungry hum, as if sensing the approach of a powerful enemy.

Drazar suddenly disappeared.

Abaddon only had time to turn sideways before a string of sparks burst out from his left shoulder armor.

Severe pain shot through his nerve bundle, but he was used to it. His instinct to counterattack drove his power sword to sweep across, but it only cut the air.

"Too slow, monkey." Drazal's voice came from all directions.

Abaddon's auditory enhancers picked up the sound of footsteps—no, footsteps in six different directions. The alien was toying with him.

Abaddon quickly picked up the grenade launcher from a corpse nearby and began firing bursts at an almost sweeping speed.

The roar of the bolter broke the stalemate. Abaddon fired continuously at the source of the sound, but saw Drazar easily dodging the bullets, his two swords dancing in front of him into a curtain of light.

Several of the explosive shells that hit were actually deflected. Those damn Clive swords can even block explosive shells!

"Your weapon is as primitive as the race you belong to!" Drazar smiled contemptuously at Abaddon.

Before he finished his words, Drazar suddenly moved and rushed over like lightning. The right sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, going straight for Abaddon's throat.

Abaddon was shocked when he saw this, and quickly swung his power sword to block the fatal blow.

However, Drazal was too fast, and Abaddon's block seemed a bit hasty.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and Drazal's right sword collided with Abaddon's power sword, sparks flying.

But at the same time, Drazar's left sword attacked from the side like a ghost, cutting a deep wound on Abaddon's waist.

Abaddon felt a sharp pain in his waist. He looked down and saw a layer of black quickly turning on the wound. It was obvious that Drazar's sword was coated with poison.

The poison rapidly eroded Abaddon's system like a demon, and his body functions began to be affected.

However, Abaddon is a genetically enhanced warrior after all. His body is metabolizing toxins at an alarming rate, fighting a desperate battle with the poison. At the same time, the nanometal on the armor is instantly repairing the gaps in the armor.

Abaddon was furious. He roared and the power sword in his hand danced like a whirlwind, slashing towards Drazar's head with thunderous force.

Seeing this, Drazar remained calm. He twisted his body as flexibly as a snake and easily avoided Abaddon's attack.

Then, the two swords in his hands pierced the eyepiece on Abaddon's helmet at the same time like lightning.

Abaddon was caught off guard and had to step back half a step to avoid the fatal blow.

However, this half-step retreat only made the rage in his heart even more intense. As the captain of the Shadow Moon Wolves, he had never experienced such an embarrassing moment!

"Is all you can do is dodge, Alien?" Abaddon's eyes widened with anger. He threw his helmet down fiercely and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Just now, Abaddon's tactical display showed that Drazal's movement pattern began to repeat.

The speed of this alien is indeed astonishingly fast, but it is not without pattern.

Drazal laughed, and the sound was like breaking glass. "As you wish."

The Lord of Blades suddenly changed his tactics, slashing with both swords at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Countless sparks burst out from Abaddon's armor, and cracks began to appear on the ceramic steel plate.

The captain gritted his teeth and responded with the power sword in the most basic blocking posture.

This is a skill that he has honed through long periods of fighting. It may seem simple, but it contains the essence of thousands of years of combat skills.

When his arm was numb from the seventeenth block, Abaddon finally caught the moment when Drazal would pause for 0.3 seconds at the end of each combo.

This is out of an instinctive pride, and Dark Eldar warriors always like to admire the fear of their prey before delivering a fatal blow.

"Now!" Abaddon suddenly gave up defense and allowed Drazal's right sword to pierce his shoulder armor.

The pain made his vision red, but the power sword had already stabbed out at a perfect angle.

Drazar obviously had not anticipated this kind of injury-for-injury tactic, and his left sword's hasty block was a beat too slow.

"For the Emperor!" Abaddon's roar was accompanied by the dull sound of the power sword piercing flesh.

The decomposition field tore a large hole in Drazal's chest armor, and the alien's purple blood gushed out.

But the Master of Blade twisted his body at the last moment and avoided the fatal injury.

Both men separated with wounds. Abaddon's breathing became heavy, and the poison and blood loss began to affect his movements.

Drazar showed a solemn expression for the first time and stroked the wound on his chest with his fingers.

"Interesting." The Dark Eldar licked the blood from his sword, "But the game is over."

Drazar's figure suddenly split into six phantoms, each of which was lifelike.

Abaddon felt like his brain was sending out alarms like crazy, and he couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood with just his eyes.

This is the Dark Eldar's most diabolical illusion technology, capable of deceiving even the superhuman senses of a Space Marine.

Abaddon closed his eyes and used his senses to sense the air currents around him, while the Gastlin Terminators beside him formed a circle in unison. Even if Abaddon was defeated, they would be able to rush forward and kill Drazar as quickly as possible.

Six Drazars attacked at once, the hum of Clive's sword forming a harmony of death.

Abaddon stood still until the last moment, when he sensed the subtle flow of air on his left, and the power sword swept across with the force of thunder.

The loud sound of metal colliding was deafening.

The illusion dissipated, and Drazar's real body stumbled back, his right sword was knocked away and spun into the far wall. For the first time, shock appeared on the face of the Alien Champion.

"impossible!"

Abaddon did not give him a chance to breathe. He quickly pulled out the bolt pistol from his waist and pointed it at Drazal's abdomen and fired continuously. All five bullets penetrated the same wound.

The moment the Dark Eldar bent down, Abaddon's knee hit his visor hard, smashing the arrogant face into a bloody mess.

"This is for the people of the Empire who died in Commorragh." Abaddon grabbed Drazar's throat and lifted him up, stabbing his power sword into his abdomen and slowly rotating it. "Remember the name of the man who killed you - Ezekyle Abaddon, the captain of the first company of the Luna Wolves!"

Drazar struggled to say something, but the power sword's disintegration field had already mashed his internal organs into a pulp.

With one final spasm, the Comoros legend closed his eyes forever.

(I spent too much time reviewing yesterday, so I posted two pictures on the same day. If nothing goes wrong, this book should be finished around the week after next.)

(I have also thought of several spin-offs after the end, namely Jedi Divers, All Tomorrows, and the Valkyrie of the End, which I may write. I personally like the one-on-one segment.)