Chapter 550 The Murderer Finally Died by the Sword

"Promise him!"

The eye that was redder than blood and darker than darkness turned into a raven. With a flutter of wings, it passed through the porthole of the battleship and landed safely on the table not far from Calvin. .

Calvin turned around subconsciously, and then keenly realized from the puppet-like stiffness of everyone around him that he was in some kind of time gap.

"Who are you?" Calvin asked.

His spiritual energy swept across the opponent's body, but he could only vaguely see a shadow.

The darkness made Calvin feel instinctively uncomfortable, but he did not see any power representing corruption in it.

The instinct of the divine soul allows Calvin to take advantage of his own advantages and subconsciously peek at the other party from the perspective of the long river of time;

But the person in front of him also did not belong to a mortal, and its completeness was also ridiculously high. It did not leave any traces for Calvin to analyze in time.

what is it?

Enemy conspiracy?

Or is it some kind of subspace creature that appears unexpectedly?

There are countless speculations swirling in Calvin's mind, but no matter which result it points to, it makes him more and more resistant to this unknown existence.

Subspace does contain everything, and even without a fixed concept of space, it is far broader than the real universe;

But goodwill also does not exist in subspace. This "garbage pit" corresponding to the real universe has everything, except that there is no thing called kindness.

Watchful little guy...

A trace of human approval appeared on the bird's face, but it disappeared under the cover of some kind of power.

"That doesn't matter! What's important is that I can help you survive and take your heirs with you."

The raven tilted its head slightly and looked at him sideways, and what it said was an offer that Calvin could not refuse;

And Calvin also instinctively sensed some subtle details - at least from its appearance until now, this weird thing has indeed not shown the madness exclusive to subspace.

But it was still just an appearance, and it couldn't make him let down his guard.

"What's the price?" he asked.

Everything has a price, and Calvin needs to know if this "goodwill" is what he can afford.

Unexpectedly, his defense did not arouse the other party's disgust or discomfort, but instead caused it to sigh.

"Yeah..." The raven's voice was indescribably old, and the irony in it was beyond words.

"Everyone knows that there is a price for transactions, but there are people...

Forget it, this has nothing to do with you, I probably haven’t spoken for too long..."

The raven looked at Calvin, and in the latter's vigilant gaze, it opened its long beak humanely:

"The price is that I will follow you for a long time, and you are not allowed to tell anyone around you!"

"...Deal!" Calvin thought for a moment and finally agreed.

"A long time" and "not allowed to tell anyone."

This broad "wording" undoubtedly made Calvin put down most of his vigilance.

Because any conspiracy that can arouse occult reactions should not be so vague on the key words "time and space".

This is almost a gentleman's agreement, and there are no rules at all to enforce it.

"Very good, let's get started. After all, we can't keep them waiting too fast..."

The raven nodded with satisfaction, and then at the moment when the original body was completely defenseless, it turned into a black line and merged into Calvin's shadow.

Bang!

The Serpent Lin's steel boots were as heavy as an elephant's foot. While bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust on the ceramite deck of the Vengeful Spirit, it also awakened Calvin from the "time rift".

The original body subconsciously tensed up its body and used its spiritual energy to explore the nearby space.

But the hiding methods possessed by the black shadow are obviously not simple, at least they are not a trick to mislead people's subconscious.

"Stop looking...I'm here."

A sudden voice sounded in Calvin's mind, and following the prompts of the voice, Calvin's pupils widened slightly and he looked at his shadow out of the corner of his eye.

He actually saw the other party "get in" there with his own eyes, but what he just used his psychic energy to focus on was his own shadow!

"It's not that simple, little one."

The voice was slightly smiling, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his abilities.

“The shadow is the shadow, it’s always there.

Even it is not limited to physics, even the mind has its own shadow..."

"Fuck! Shadow in the soul? What the hell!"

Calvin complained in his mind, but he already believed the information given by the other party.

He instinctively tightened his soul, not letting any thoughts have a chance to escape.

In front of such a person who knows neither friend nor foe but can master the way of shadow to such an extent, any amplification of emotions is tantamount to telling the other person his or her own thoughts face to face.

One path leads to a hundred paths.

The so-called way of shadows that this guy talks about has reached this level, which is almost philosophical. No wonder he will get nothing with ordinary psychic exploration.

What the other party said after almost "showing off skills" meant that its mastery of shadows had gone beyond simple witchcraft and was close to the Tao.

And this kind of "person" who specializes in a certain "concept" and field and has embarked on an extremely far-reaching path greatly shocked Calvin, and at the same time, it also opened up a new path in front of him. road!

Can we still play like this?

Calvin projected his thoughts and received a response from the other party as expected!

"Of course! But... believe me, the price is something you never want to experience."

"Just ignore what I said!" Calvin followed suit and stopped asking about the other party's background.

The grief that Raven had already overflowed from the "language of consciousness" did not seem fake;

And he definitely had no intention of accepting an "unplanned" spiritual baptism at this critical moment...

He looked at Abaddon, who was walking towards him and stopped at the edge of the two people's aura, and released his thoughts again in his heart:

"What do you think of this guy?"

And in response to his consciousness, the shadow said to Calvin fiercely after a brief pause:

"Kill him! You are much stronger than him! But I am not sure if he has a backup plan. The power given to him by the crown is not all. He will only become stronger when he meets you next time!"

"Understood!" The Imperial Truth in Calvin's hand seemed to be motionless, but it strangely whimpered in the air, making Abaddon frown.

That was the result of Hyperion's blessing being fully released:

Under the blessing of terrifying weight, this long sword, which came from the same source as Draconian, was using its sword body that was so strong that it was almost invisible to cut the surrounding air.

Boom!

The deck of the Spirit of Vengeance was overturned again, and from a perspective that no one could see, the flight posture of the entire warship was unstable for a moment.

Calvin, who had disappeared on the spot, appeared above Abaddon's head in an instant with terrifying gravitational potential energy;

And Abaddon, who was reminded by his instinctive madness and felt the danger, subconsciously retreated half a step and parried with his sword in both hands!

Bang...

The Scales of the Giant Serpent carried a terrifying load that had never been imagined since it was cast, and disappeared at the other end of the bridge hall in a cloud of dust.

As Calvin's subconscious and vigilant eyes swept over, Mortarion, who was pushing into the shadows, couldn't help but grin under his mask.

"What the hell is this!"

Mortarion suddenly touched his beloved weapon with some heartache, and finally understood why this guy kept complaining in the battle just now.

Of course, he knew that Calvin's power was a little abnormal, and he did use his rich battlefield experience to "control" Calvin's rhythm.

But even with perfect "squeezing" and "control", there will inevitably be a head-on physical collision;

And under Mortarion's rare "dimensionality reduction suppression" of Calvin just now, the Silent Scythe and the Imperial Truth were only ignored and scraped by him a few times...

This is just strength...

It is the result of muscles, bones, blood vessels, and even the entire body.

The father he abandoned did not waste these dozens of centuries.

In the torment of sitting on the golden throne, his "new work" has once again approached the limit allowed by the physical universe...

"Kill him... Must kill him! Can't wait until he matures, let alone until he has his own legion!"

The malice in Mortarion's eyes was like substance, which made Calvin, who was about to chase, afraid.

Just as he personally abandoned the man who gave him life, he would never allow that man to create a brother better than himself!

"What are you looking at him for! You fight!"

A dissatisfied voice came from the shadow under his feet, and Calvin calmed down a little.

A Primarch who was stronger and more mature than him was watching his battle not far away.

Even if he was as heartless as Calvin, he couldn't turn a blind eye and pretend that he didn't exist.

"Don't worry, he won't break the rules!

If he really gives up his honor, I will deal with this rubbish who doesn't speak his mind!"

"Huh?" Calvin laughed. "I hope your strength is as big as your tone."

"You don't believe me?" The voice in the shadow became cold.

"Should I believe a person who hides his head and shows his tail?" Calvin asked back.

"...I shouldn't." The voice became calm again, as if it remembered something.

"Because shadows can never give birth to light..."

It said so, but then mocked Calvin:

"But do you have a choice?"

"...No."

Well, this time it was Calvin's turn to be defeated.

Just as the shadow said, when two enemies were present at the same time and Calvin had no chance to leave, he had no choice but to believe the shadow's words.

And he did get some different information from the shadow.

It was very familiar with Mortarion, at least more familiar than Calvin imagined...

Boom!

The air wave roared again, and the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance could no longer be seen in its original appearance.

The blood-red magic eye wrapped in the brass eight-pointed star fell from the wall; the thick load-bearing beams like big trees were twisted.

The battle between the Primarch and the Four Gods was as violent as a storm in its aftermath;

And in the center of the battle between the two, there was no place for mortals to stand.

At this point, Abaddon had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Whether it was a psychic confrontation at the level of spells or a force competition at the absolute physical level.

Although this nearly three-meter-tall giant has amazing resilience, he still inevitably falls into the embarrassing situation of being beaten unilaterally in front of Calvin, who is more burly than him.

But he also has his advantages, that is, he can withstand beatings - extremely, beyond Calvin's imagination.

And the source of this "resilience" is the "blessing of the gods" in Abaddon's soul, which is always surging with the power of the warp.

The price of the power of the chosen is the torment of the soul, and this torment is not the test of the gods to mortals.

Over-expansion of power and uncontrolled "blessings" have been what Abaddon feared and tried to avoid for thousands of years.

And in the current battle with Calvin, this unilateral beating has fulfilled him in a sense.

Because that kind of power is consumed too quickly:

Whether it is the repair of armor or the restoration of muscles and bones, the power of the warp will eventually pay an unimaginable price behind the magic of changing reality after crossing the curtain of reality.

It was this price that caused the power of the gods to not even have time to squeeze and test Abaddon's soul after it descended on him. It was like a funnel that absorbed the damage from his body...

In one second, in the eleventh confrontation, the black giant had no time to parry and was hit on the shoulder by the heavy sword in the hands of the Primarch.

The prismatic cross-section of the Imperial Truth is good at piercing, but its weakness of not being good at slashing was infinitely magnified.

So after the terrifying force of ten thousand pounds fell, all that was received was the fragments of the shoulder armor of the giant serpent scales that splashed on the soul of revenge after the force field shield was broken.

A dent of more than ten centimeters deep on an ordinary person is already a terrifying scar that is enough to take a life.

But under the protection of the Chosen One and the blocking of the virtual and real shields, the last damage Abaddon suffered was an arm that was almost "smashed" to pieces in the dust.

However, this still couldn't kill him, at least it couldn't kill him when the "Chosen One" in him was so active.

The covetousness of the Gothic Sector and the killing of Calvin were obviously the scripts that the gods had already arranged.

So as early as the eleventh dark expedition was brought forward, as the price of interfering with Abaddon, the gods had already prepared enough power for him.

It was still that second, the 25th confrontation.

In the rich black light, Abaddon's arm was repaired as before in the face of Calvin, defying the rules of the physical universe.

But at this time, he himself was unaware, just waving the Draconian with the remaining hand, blindly parrying in front of him.

In a narrow environment, Calvin's power advantage was magnified to the extreme.

And this champion king, who established the title of "First Astarte" after the battle with Sigismund, could only be hit away by Calvin like a tennis ball again.

The Soul of Vengeance is rotten. At least from Calvin's perspective, it will take at least several centuries to repair it.

Abaddon's body and his Imperial Truth were like a broom wielded by a giant in Calvin's hands.

In addition to the intensive collisions like a storm, all the instruments, decorations, barriers and supporting structures here were completely destroyed.

Around the battlefield, as long as the plane structure could withstand the force, Calvin inevitably imprinted Abaddon's body;

And in this devastating destruction, Calvin could still hear the continuous roar from the opponent's mouth:

"Kill... Kill you!"

Under the main load-bearing column as thick as a wall, Abaddon, who had just stood up from the terrifying dent, saw Calvin's boots the moment he looked up again.

Draconian, who had been covered with scars and fell into silence, was subconsciously raised by him.

And what awaited him this time was the first roar of the sword soul transformed by Calvin in the sword body of the Imperial Truth!

"In the name of Titan, die!"

The sound of a sword that was not like a human voice rang in Abaddon's ears, and although he knew that this killing intent was not directed at him, Abaddon felt an instinctive heartache at that moment.

He realized in his heart what he was going to lose, but this loss came so suddenly that he subconsciously searched through his memories and could not find any corresponding emotions...

Ding...

A crisp metal breaking sound rang out, and the moment he heard the sound, Abaddon, whose hand was lighter, raised his head in disbelief.

On his power armor glove with only the hilt, the Draconian that had accompanied him for thousands of years was broken;

And he could still clearly see the wailing of the demon that he had always hated on the remaining hilt...

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