Because the scene at this moment was enough to shock everyone in the galaxy fortunate enough to see it.
Even the Tyranids not far away opened countless eyes, their pupils reflecting the scene in the distance, revealing emotions other than cold, predatory hunger.
On the Imperial bridge, the surviving Ecclesiarchy Priests knelt in fanatical worship, desperately using every means available to capture the scene before him.
The dark void. Beneath his feet was a massive planet covered in magma and constantly crumbling. In front was the fleet, densely gathered and continuously firing straight Light Lances downward. In the distance, the shadows were surrounded by the hideous Tyranid Swarm.
In the center of this world, a Light Lance struck the figure flying into mid-orbit, and then, as if hitting an indestructible prism, the Light Lance scattered in all directions.
The figure, pushing against the Light Lance, flew straight into space.
The Ecclesiarchy Priests were already insane, desperately trying to preserve this miracle.
And the others in orbit watched silently as Sith flew across the void, and then, headfirst... crashed into an enemy ship!
As if hit head-on by a macro-cannon, the cruiser groaned and was pushed sideways by the immense force.
Huge flames erupted from the point of impact, and countless fragments spewed out, along with a large number of terrified crew and Chaos Astartes.
Van Roth and the others couldn't see what was happening inside the warship at all; they could only watch as Sith crashed in from the left and quickly punched through from the right.
Then they watched as Sith lifted a veteran of Abaddon's Long War, clad in Terminator power armor, with one hand. After asking something, he casually crushed the opponent's power helmet, then violently crashed back in from the right side.
Another punch-through. When Sith came out again, the cruiser, already heavily damaged, began to suffer chain explosions. As everyone watched this scene, whispers of self-confirmation rose in their hearts.
"One man..."
"Destroying a ship?"
After asking themselves a few times, they gradually accepted this reality. But as they looked up again, what they saw was a six-colored divine light, incarnated as lightning, continuously crashing into the Chaos Fleet.
Watching the chain explosions occurring before them, everyone's eyes glazed over. They lowered their heads again, silently adding a word to their previous self-questioning.
"Destroying a fleet..."
While Van Roth and the others were magnificent and shocked, in the Chaos Fleet at this moment, a group of Chaos Astartes pointed their weapons directly at Abaddon, who had teleported over using foul Warp sorcery.
"Get out of here!"
"Otherwise Lord Sith will catch up!"
Abaddon, vomiting blood, wanted to rest for a moment. But facing the crew on the bridge who were terrified because of his arrival, the resentment on Abaddon's face became even more obvious.
Besides telling him to leave, it was also because these people actually addressed Sith as 'Lord'!
If not for the fact that the bridge and the attire of the people before him were in the Chaos style, one might have thought this group had been influenced by the God-Emperor again!
However, this was normal for the Chaos side, because when the gods they worshipped bestowed blessings upon Sith, even if Sith was not on the Chaos side, he was the only existence in the entire galaxy simultaneously addressed as 'Lord' by both the Empire and Chaos!
The Orks didn't count, because the Orks called Sith 'Boss'.
Abaddon ignored the panic of the Chaos forces on the bridge and simply supported himself to rest.
Then, facing the increasingly terrified and urgent crew, just as Abaddon was about to smile and mock them, the bridge to the side was violently blasted open!
A massive airflow swept into space, and mutated crew members were constantly spewed out.
Even the Chaos Astartes who could still stand their ground turned pale with terror.
Because right in front of the huge breach, in gilded silver armor and six-colored divine light, a Mortal stood in the void, the crimson bionic eye on his helmet locked onto Abaddon!
"Abaddon."
"I don't know if the age of the Primarchs is over."
"But yours is about to end!"
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