Chapter 882: Khorne's Chosen VS Khorne's Chosen

"block!"

Suddenly, a deafening sound of metal collision was heard, resounding all around like thunder.

Abaddon's power claws, which were flashing with cold light, and the extremely sharp dagger in Monska's hand instantly clashed with each other, bursting out countless dazzling sparks.

In an instant, the decomposition stance and the chaotic power were like two roaring dragons, entwining the bodies of the two men, tearing and ravaging them wantonly. The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and each attack contained endless murderous intent and power.

"you lose!"

Mengska's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He roared angrily, then with lightning speed, he grabbed the dagger with his backhand and stabbed it towards Abaddon's shoulder.

"Don't even think about it!"

Abaddon's eyes widened with anger, he roared, and rushed forward suddenly, his whole body hitting Mengska like a cannonball.

The extremely terrifying impact force caused Mengska's body to stagger and he almost fell backwards to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Abaddon swung his power claws without hesitation and stabbed directly into Monska's abdomen.

With a muffled sound, the power claw sank into Monska's belly without any hindrance.

However, what is shocking is that in the face of such a severe blow, Mengska seemed to be calm and still moved freely.

Although there was a shocking bloody hole in his abdomen at this moment, he was able to continue dealing with Abaddon without losing the upper hand.

"Damn Chaos!" Abaddon cursed in his heart. At this time, he finally realized the weirdness of Mengska.

This guy's recovery speed is beyond imagination, much faster than many Space Marines.

Just after a few seconds, the huge bloody hole on his chest had begun to heal slowly under the influence of the power of chaos.

Abaddon looked at the chaotic battle situation in front of him, frowned, and complained in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

In desperation, he had to bend down and quickly pick up the warhammer on the ground, then adjusted his posture, holding the warhammer tightly with both hands, and assumed a defensive posture ready for battle.

At this time, Monska, who was standing opposite, showed a scornful smile on his face after seeing Abaddon's actions.

The face that was already covered with chaotic and blasphemous symbols now looked even more hideous and terrifying.

Suddenly, Mengska seemed to have thought of something interesting. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he roared with a crazy look: "Hahahaha! The running dog of the false emperor! Let's make this game more interesting!"

Before he finished his words, the air around Mengska began to twist violently, and a suffocatingly powerful chaotic and filthy force suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption.

When Abaddon saw this, his heart suddenly tightened and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

He made a prompt decision, turned around and shouted to the heavily armored Gastlin Terminator Guard members beside him: "Quick! Find cover!"

In an instant, there were cries of surprise and people began to flee in all directions, trying to find a safe place to avoid the impact of this horrific energy.

However, at this moment, a shocking scene happened.

Four spiritual powers of different colors suddenly appeared around Mengska's body. They were like four nimble dragons, circling around Mengska at a high speed.

At the same time, the wounds on Mengska's body that were left by the previous battle were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the chaotic power.

Not only that, with the continuous infusion of chaotic power, Mengska's already huge body is now expanding like a balloon, becoming more and more huge and powerful.

"Listen to the roar of the gods! You running dogs of the false emperor!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Mengska's hysterical roar came from the center of the violent psychic storm.

Immediately afterwards, the huge psychic storm raged like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, instantly sweeping away most of the warships.

Even the solid steel used to build this sturdy battleship seemed as fragile as a piece of thin paper in the face of this devastating storm, and was easily and ruthlessly torn into pieces.

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"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Kahn and Petos were like two ferocious beasts, fighting a duel of their own in this land of wreckage.

Kahn held the huge and heavy power axe tightly in both hands. The axe blade flashed with cold light, and every swing brought up a sharp wind sound.

In contrast, Petos held two one-handed axes and flexibly moved between Kahn's attacks, trying to find a flaw and deliver a fatal blow.

"The Thirteenth Way! Praise the Emperor!"

Kahn shouted the words of faith, and the power axe in his hand became more and more powerful, striking towards Petos like a bolt of lightning.

Although Petos's two axes tried their best to resist, they seemed to be powerless in front of Kahn's powerful strength. The huge power axe suppressed him to the point that he could hardly breathe.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

Petos suddenly burst out with amazing strength and rushed forward, trying to get close to Kahn as quickly as possible and launch a round of fierce attack.

However, his wish failed in an instant, because what was waiting for him was not the enemy's body that was close at hand, but Kahn's iron fist as big as a casserole.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Kahn's fist hit Petos' face hard.

This punch was like a mountain crushing an egg, making Petos dizzy and flying backwards several meters.

"The Emperor needs heads! The Emperor needs blood!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kahn rushed forward and grabbed the head of Petos, who was still flying in the air and had just been hit by him.

I saw traces of blood slowly seeping out of Petos's red helmet. It was obvious that Kahn's punch just now had caused him considerable damage.

However, unexpectedly, Petos did not fall down despite being hit so hard.

On the contrary, Khorne's blessing seemed to make him even more crazy. Not only did his movements not slow down at all, but they became faster and faster as his rage burned. He was like a beast that had completely lost its mind, rushing towards Kahn recklessly.

"Come on!" Kahn roared.

His own blood and that of his enemies mixed on his armor, which made Kahn even more excited.

The two sides fought tirelessly in the wreckage, Kahn's power axe and Petos's one-handed axe intertwined on the open space, and golden psionic energy and red psionic energy also intertwined around the two.