However, whether it was the terrifying aura that was brewing, or the phenonon of Ti Reversion happening now, Abaddon was powerless and could only wait for everything to slide towards the final result like a prisoner before execution.
As the Reversion further accelerated, more previously undetectable signs appeared in a way that could be captured with the naked eye.
Corrupted flesh returned to normal, mutated spikes grew in reverse, and turbid eyes gradually beca clear.
Different people had different resistance to ti. Among them, the weakest resistance was naturally those corrupted mortals. Moreover, the worst thing for them was that they not only had low resistance, but also had an extrely short lifespan.
From corrupted to normal, then from normal to infant, from infant to genetic material, and even to the point of disappearing without a trace, it was only a few decades... In comparison, those mortals who were fused with the hull could last longer in the wash of the reverse flow of ti.
However, even the Chaos Space Marines of various parts did not have a good fate.
Most of the Chaos Space Marines still living in the world today were just "new recruits" supplented by various ans later. For the ti scale that was currently flowing back, the difference between hundreds of years and decades was not very big.
Everything seed to be rapidly returning to its original state, the corrupted tentacles were retracted, and the howling souls returned to the flesh but quickly annihilated. From the high and mighty Fallen Space Marines to a speck of dust, everything seed to be no different.
No, if you looked closely, you would find that it was not all like this.
Among the gradually decreasing crowd, there was a group of people who always maintained their form, just like stubborn stones that were washed away in the river.
Those were the ten-thousand-year veterans who had survived from the Great Crusade period. They were like a rotten book that was dozens of tis thicker than others. Even in the burning flas like today, they could persist much longer than ordinary people.
Of course, the most rock-solid was the Vengeful Spirit itself. The various corrupted newborns on her body reappeared and faded, and various wounds appeared and healed, but the overall structure remained stable... Was it really like that?
Compared to the Vengeful Spirit being directly destroyed, sothing even more terrifying for Abaddon was happening.
She was rapidly regressing to the state before the Great Heresy, returning to the original state before being corrupted.
This "Warmaster Flagship" was galloping towards the direction of the well-deserved Warmaster Flagship of the Great Crusade period.
But there was no ti for Abaddon to react.
In an instant, the Reversion stopped.
Or more precisely... it ended.
Those black holes had also all disappeared.
However, for Abaddon at this ti... he even felt that if he had known that it would turn into what it was now, he might as well have directly driven the Vengeful Spirit into a black hole without any defense in the first place.
The bridge was as clean as new and resplendent, the instrunts were operating at high speed as usual, and the Great Crusade veterans had armor that was as clean as new.
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Their corrupted and dilapidated bodies regained their integrity, and the Power Armor that was pieced together and difficult to identify shone brightly.
The countless marks of honor and the proofs of loyalty in countless battles reappeared on their bodies, as if the rebellion had never happened. They were... ah, that was a na that Abaddon had not ntioned for a long ti, and it was also sothing he was once proud of.
Justaerin Terminators, the elite of the 1st Company of the 16th Legion. Abaddon was once the captain of this company.
Seeing this scene, Abaddon even had a mont of jealousy. Why could they... Was he also affected by Ti Reversion? Why would he have such weak thoughts?
Now everything was irreversible. The thing to do was to survive.
He did not dare to think about how many Great Crusade veterans had returned to the state before the rebellion, and even if he had the ability to survive alone in the encirclent of these veterans, he clearly rembered that terrifying aura.
Abaddon did not have the heart to bet his life on what that thing was. He knew what had happened on this ship. Even if the weakest of those three ca out, he would not have the ability to deal with it now.
Not to ntion dealing with it, even using this word felt like he was raising himself. The only result of him facing those beings was one to nine. They would have him in one move, and he would be in nine pieces. Even if the other veterans were still in a corrupted state, that thing could kill them all in a circle, and then wonder where the boss of this ship had gone.
Did he really think that he would get inflated from hitting a clone?
These thoughts all happened in an instant. When the "guards" around him were still looking around in confusion, Abaddon did not hesitate to draw his sword and slash, cutting two Justaerin Terminators in half, creating a gap in the formation. Then, without looking back, he ran towards the depths of the ship.
Even the structure of the Vengeful Spirit ten thousand years ago was clear to him. He had to reach the Shuttlecraft hangar before the chaos ended, then leave this ship and further lead the other parts of the Black Legion away.
As for the battle?
From the mont this happened, the Vigilus campaign had completely failed. The Vengeful Spirit having this kind of thing was not only a loss of a Gloriana-class Battleship, but also a fatal blow to morale.
Those Chaos factions that were not the main force of the Black Legion, following Abaddon could eat at, but in a headwind situation, they ran faster than anyone else. Relying on them to fight to the death against the enemy for the Black Legion?
Heh.
After Abaddon decided to escape, he did not encounter much resistance until he truly escaped the Vengeful Spirit.
The main reason was that most of the people who were still alive on the current Vengeful Spirit were in extre confusion.
Their bodies had reverted to before the rebellion, and the various depraved and corrupted thoughts had also disappeared. Without Chaos forcibly corrupting them, reason and the mories before the rebellion told them that they were still loyal angels of the Empire, still blades that fought for humanity.
However, in order to save effort, the Singularity Machine did not revert their later mories together... This led to those unreverted mories becoming the most cruel punishnt for them - it could even be said that this was also a judgnt on behalf of the victims of ten thousand years.
The cris committed would not be automatically eliminated because they reverted themselves.
Every veteran, without exception, first realized this and faced a judgnt that went straight to the deepest part of the soul.
Even with the extrely tough spirit of the Space Marine veterans, countless people chose shaful escape in an instant because they could not bear such sins - directly ending their lives with a Boltgun round.
Only a very small number of people whose will was so strong that it was difficult to describe could face the cruel reality directly in this terrible fact:
Their deaths were insignificant. In the endless conflicts that could be known in the future, they must choose to bear this sin and the corresponding tornt, so that they could use their useful bodies to prevent others from suffering when facing the enemy of humanity. At least after obtaining the sa redemption as their sins, they had the right to choose suicide.
In the confusion of this group of redeers, a tall human figure appeared.
It walked among the crowd, holding a weapon in its hand, as if wandering aimlessly, but also scanning everything in the Vengeful Spirit.
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