Chapter 201: Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [201]

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A pink storm swept across the entire battlefield, and this fight was utterly one-sided. After Elena's body was taken over and operated by the cosmic phantom beast, the Frost Leopard, the power of her transformed giantess form became overwhelming. The speed of a feline was pushed to terrifying extremes; with her size reduced, Elena darted back and forth among the countless Chaos Space Marines. Her power-armored palms deployed a pair of leopard claws, deftly slicing across the throats of Chaos Space Marines and knocking them to the ground. Such minor wounds couldn't kill a Chaos Space Marine, of course, but they could knock them down, and the instant they fell, Elena's body would immediately transform back to giant form and swing her massive fists. Lifting her enormous foot, she would stomp the fallen Chaos Marines into pulp. Conventional bolter weapons and the chaotic flames spat by Hell Beasts and Hell Drakes were no threat at all to this agile giantess. Countless Chaos Space Marines charged in to attack, but none could even touch this nimble leopardess. Her martial arts were refined to the extreme; she could knock down a Chaos Space Marine the moment she got close. The Chaos Marines couldn't even see the trajectory of her punches. She slaughtered the Chaos Space Marines before her with abandon, and even more terrifying was that she didn't only rely on melee attacks—she could unleash freezing attacks, as well as a sort of red energy wave attack. These red energy bursts could instantly destroy a Hell Drake or a Hell Beast. After striking a strange pose with her hands, she would make a few swift motions like a leopard: "High-Speed Ice Leopard Fist!" A pink leopard image would appear beside her, and then this boss-like icon would be launched in a punch. It could instantly destroy countless Hell Drakes, and if it hit a Chaos Hell Titan head-on, it could smash it to pieces. This pink figure leaped back and forth among the Chaos Space Marines, shifting between giant and small forms, and displaying incredible agility. In just a few dozen minutes, countless Chaos Space Marines had been killed, and several massive Hell Titans had been destroyed. At this moment, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was completely entranced by this female Primarch—her combat power was just too terrifying! Ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius could defeat Emperor-class Titans in single combat, but the Angel only managed it with flight, elegant movement, and the kinetic greatsword in his hand. This giantess was far more relaxed; a single punch could take down a Titan. Moreover, she could unleash all sorts of energy attacks, and these were not psychic powers—this was something completely different. No wonder the Four Chaos Gods noticed her. With this level of power, it's no surprise she drew the attention of the Four Chaos Gods. "Warmaster, we've already lost seven Chaos Titans. Over a hundred Hell Drakes have been killed, and over a thousand warriors have died horribly—the losses are too great," Abaddon's adjutant said, his face grim. They'd sent in Noise Marines of Slaanesh, Plague Marines of Nurgle, and even some Terminator Veterans, all in the hope of defeating this giantess. But they sadly found it all pointless. The Chaos Space Marines simply didn't have the strength to accomplish it. Sending more men just seemed to give her more to slaughter. Their weapons couldn't even touch her. In all the time this female Primarch had been fighting them, she hadn't suffered a single injury—not even a scratch. Some new Chaos Marines had thought Primarchs weren't so special, but when they truly faced one, they realized just how terrifying such a being was. Abaddon's Chaos Sorcerer advisor stood by, clutching his staff and lowering his head, not daring to meet the Dark Warmaster's gaze. He hadn't expected the female Primarch's strength to be so monstrous—at this point, her combat ability was not inferior to Sanguinius! How could Abaddon possibly deal with a being of this level? "Enough! Female Primarch! I am Chaos Warmaster Abaddon! Come face me! Fight me!" An enraged Abaddon stood atop the mountain, waving his daemon sword, Drach'nyen, to draw the female Primarch's attention. He had just recently achieved a great victory, and at the moment of triumph had declared that the era of Primarchs was over. Yet in such a short time, he was utterly humiliated. If this female Primarch kept slaughtering his forces, the Black Legion's morale would collapse. If he did nothing, his authority as Warmaster would be ruined. What, retreat? Retreat would be a massive blow to his dignity, and he'd have to abandon the pursuit of the remaining Imperial forces. He'd brought the main fleet to this remote frozen world, only to suffer such a humiliating defeat—what was this? Elena, who was gleefully toying with a Chaos Space Marine, turned her head to look at the black figure atop the mountain. Casually tossing aside the Marine in her hand, she cocked her head and looked at the distant figure. "Elena, that guy seems to be challenging me—should I go fight him?" The cosmic Frost Leopard, currently controlling her body, asked. This battle had been extremely satisfying for her. These big black-armored guys were indeed impressive compared to mortal lifeforms, but against a super lifeform, they just didn't measure up. If a super lifeform wished, it could wipe out all life on an entire planet. The power such a being possessed was beyond mortal comprehension. "Frost Leopard, do you have confidence you can beat him? His name is Abaddon the Despoiler, Warmaster of the Black Legion, the Empire's greatest enemy in the past ten thousand years," Elena said mentally. She was currently in the position of a spectator—she could see and hear, but her body was being controlled by another consciousness. The cosmic phantom beast controlling her was truly formidable. The Black Legion, so terrifying to humans, seemed as weak as babies in her hands. Through the eyes of a bystander, Elena could even see some Chaos Space Marines displaying utter terror at the sight of her. She had seen the Chaos Marines' attitude change from initial excitement—viewing her as prey—to despair and fear. "No problem. That guy isn't a super lifeform, just at the peak of ordinary life. He does have an extremely evil power within him, though, which I really dislike. We do need to be careful about that black daemon sword in his hand, but nothing else," the Frost Leopard said, glancing at Abaddon. He was much stronger than mortals, but still not at the level of a super lifeform. The only things that concerned her were the powerful evil energy inside him and that daemon sword. Still, relying on her speed, powerful freezing abilities, and cosmic energy manipulation, it shouldn't be a big problem. "Then let's accept his challenge, Frost Leopard!" Elena said. When this was over, she resolved to train hard in this cosmic phantom beast martial art. Someday, she too wanted to fight like this, to make the enemies of Chaos tremble! The Frost Leopard nodded and controlled the body to leap straight toward the distant mountain. Tumbling nimbly through the air, she shrank her body to normal size and landed gracefully on the ground. After loosening up, she beckoned to the Dark Warmaster with a finger. "You'll regret standing before me—witness the power of a true Warmaster!" Abaddon the Despoiler roared in fury, charging at the female Primarch with Drach'nyen and the massive Talon of Horus. Under the control of the cosmic phantom beast, Elena's body pressed both feet together, deftly flipping away from Abaddon's first assault, then planted a foot on his head. The Frost Leopard decided to toy with her prey; as a feline, she was quite mischievous. After catching her prey, she would always play with it before killing it—just like a cat catching a mouse! "Arrgh!" roared the Warmaster, trying to shake off the woman standing on his head. But her agility was unmatched—even faster than any Eldar warrior he'd ever seen. Was this speed a human could possess? His daemon sword and the Talon of Horus couldn't even touch her shadow. "Over here!" The Frost Leopard instantly darted behind Abaddon, patted the back of his Terminator armor, then swept his legs and sent him sprawling. "Damn it! I'll kill you! Stop dodging if you have the guts!" the Warmaster snarled as he scrambled up. "Fine, I won't dodge. Take this punch!" The Frost Leopard appeared in front of Abaddon and unleashed a flurry of punches, freezing the Warmaster's Terminator armor and repeatedly clawing at his head, leaving it a bloody mess. Abaddon saw only afterimages before his body was encased in ice. His head throbbed with pain from countless blows, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. "You're too slow! You're full of openings! Are you a veteran of a thousand battles? Your fighting style is all brute force and no technique. It's fine against opponents your size, but against someone agile, you're bound to suffer." The Frost Leopard unleashed a red energy orb, blasting the Dark Warmaster away, then strolled about at ease. At that moment, the Warmaster was left wondering—who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Abaddon shook his head, spitting out blood, and thought: Damn it, I need to find a way to survive. I can't die here!

Chapter 201: Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [201]

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