What the hell is going on!

Staring at the battlefield before him, Abaddon looked grim.

Initially, Abaddon's idea was to distract the outer defenses, then teleport directly with his team to the command center for a decapitation strike. However, when Abaddon attempted to use psychic teleportation, he was surprised to find that the area was completely sealed off, making teleportation impossible.

Therefore, he had to choose a simpler, more direct, and brutal approach. Honestly, this made Abaddon very unhappy. After all, decapitation assaults are what Star Warriors are best at, but now, this showy path had been ruthlessly blocked by the opponents, so Abaddon had to take a clumsy method.

That is to fight his way in.

Originally, Abaddon thought this wouldn't be difficult, as Subspace had already infiltrated this planet, psychic energy was everywhere, and under the blessing of the Chaos Gods, they were unstoppable!

It should have been like this!

But the reality was not so!

Abaddon watched as those small figures glowing with golden light charged towards the Black Legion. Under normal circumstances, these frail mortals could not possibly harm Star Warriors, whether with their tiny laser guns or seemingly harmless blades; these meant nothing in front of warriors blessed by the Chaos Evil God!

It should have been like this!

But now, Abaddon just wanted to curse.

What the hell is this nonsense?

He watched as a Cadian soldier raised his laser gun and pulled the trigger, immediately unleashing a beam almost comparable to a plasma cannon, piercing through the armor of the Daemon Engine, shattering it.

He also saw another soldier wielding a blade charging at the Astarte of the Black Legion. Yet, in front of that mortal, the Chaos Intergalactic Warrior, who could have easily killed him, slowed down as if aging hundreds of years in an instant. Then Abaddon saw that soldier cutting off his arm with a blade not even as thick as Astarte's arm.

Is this f**king normal?!

Is this reasonable?

Abaddon only felt like he had fallen into a nightmare.

What kind of power is this?

Is it the Fake Emperor? Doesn't seem like it. At least Abaddon personally saw some warriors shouting "Praise the Divine Emperor" lose their golden glow the moment they shouted, then get torn to pieces by the nearby Demons—yeah, that's the normal scene for demons and mortals.

By the way, this was, of course, Duanmu Huai's doing.

I painstakingly expended divine power to set up a formation for you, not for you to sell out to others!

You can shout Primordial all you want, but if you shout Divine Emperor, then I can only cut off your connection to sober you up a bit.

To let you know who really calls the shots here.

Turns out, this tactic is very effective.

After realizing those who shouted Divine Emperor were abandoned, the others quickly changed direction, shouting Tribunal slogans as they continued their assault. The only ones who didn't change were the Living Saint and her Sisterhood of Battle Sisters. Since they believed in the Emperor, they naturally couldn't become Duanmu Huai's followers, and not to mention, Duanmu Huai was in Sixth Heavenly Demon King mode, so these Battle Sisters not only couldn't benefit from Duanmu Huai's bonus, but their faith power in the Emperor was even taken advantage of by Duanmu Huai.

Complete loss.

But what can they do? You don't shout; I can't help you either.

Duanmu Huai could only silently give the Emperor the middle finger in Subspace to apologize. We're all playing this game, you should understand me, right?

Even though I plucked your wool of faith and your Imperial citizens' souls, I gave a lot too.

All things considered, it's even.

Duanmu Huai withdrew his thoughts, stood on a high platform looking forward, watching a team of Cadian Soldiers wielding laser guns turn the Daemon Engine in front of them into a sieve before exploding, nodding in satisfaction.

Hmm, now this is what I call fairness.

However, it's very obvious that Abaddon doesn't think this is fair.

Transforming what seemed to be an easy demolition job into a disaster, who wouldn't be furious!

"Advance, keep advancing!"

The only thing that kept Abaddon from getting too nervous was the severe shortage of troops in Kraft Polygon Fort, even though he was now trapped in the siege scenario he least wanted to face. But with the Black Legion's strength, devouring this troublesome enemy was merely a matter of time.

But the demons were scared.

Before, they fought to the death without retreating because demons don't truly die; at worst, they are banished back to Subspace, so it wasn't really an issue.

But now it's different. The Tribunal can completely kill them, erasing their souls from Subspace entirely. For the demons, they can't imagine or accept this fact. If before they could rely on their immense strength to ignore the bites of these worms, now that those worms have transformed from prey into hunters, even demons dare not act recklessly!

But they have no choice!

They sold their souls to the Chaos Gods, and now, as the price, they must follow the Chaos Gods' command and continue the slaughter!

The entire Cadia has now turned into a gambling table, with all strength and souls as the chips on it. Duanmu Huai has already placed his bet, so naturally, the Chaos Evil Gods will not give up just like that!

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