I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 546 Abaddon: I am not a slave of the Four Gods (Part 2)

Abaddon lay in agony on the command throne of the Soul of Vengeance.
The wound on his chest was throbbing.

This scar originated from Horus's attack on Saint Gilles, a fusion of the boundless evil power of the four gods.

This wound transcends time and causality, imprinted on Saint Gilles' existence, and becoming part of Saint Gilles' essence.

Unless the four gods withdraw their power, this wound is almost impossible to heal.
However, this wound was not without its advantages for Saint Gilles; he could use it to draw upon some of the power of the Four Gods.

He could extend this wound to others, such as Abaddon, and the resulting wounds would be equally difficult to heal unless permitted by the Four Gods.

However, if the four gods allow Abaddon's wounds to heal, Sanguis's wounds will also heal, since both are essentially the same wound.
Therefore, the four gods unanimously agreed that they should make things difficult for Abaddon.
Although their understanding was superficial, they were all unwilling to relinquish that wound etched into the very essence of Saint Gillespie, for their own reasons.

This put Abaddon in a difficult position.

This wound, on Saint Gilles' body, would at most slightly affect his fighting ability, but the problem is that even with this wound, very few people could defeat Saint Gilles.

But the wound was a different story for Abaddon. He felt like he was constantly on the verge of death. The blasphemous energy of the Four Gods emanating from the wound was so powerful that it was almost bursting his body apart.

Abaddon clearly sensed that the blessing of the Four Gods contained in the strike Horus used to kill Saint Gilles was many times greater than anything the Four Gods had ever given him before.
This was simply beyond the capacity of Abaddon's flesh and blood to withstand.
Besides the wound, there was another thing that caused Abaddon pain.

Abaddon could sense through the command throne that the Vengeful Spirit was riddled with holes.

The cleavage trees and various blasphemous plants from Nurgle's Garden are growing there, and large numbers of crew members are frequently infected with the plague, turning into zombies that wreak havoc in the shadows of the ship's cabins.
This Glory Queen-class battleship was essentially on the verge of collapse.
Abaddon took the Soul of Vengeance to many dimensional blacksmiths and members of the Dark Mechanicus, but none of them could repair it.

He even visited Peturabo, risking angering him by disrupting his car-making efforts, to plead for his help.
The only response they received was that Peturabo wasn't home; he had gone to look for his missing hammer.
This inexplicable response infuriated Abaddon.
He's Peturabo, who would dare steal his hammer? They're clearly just trying to fob off Abaddon!
Abaddon was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
His body grew increasingly weak, as chaotic evil energy constantly eroded him.
His vengeful spirit is about to shatter; this is his flagship of ten thousand years, and also the flagship of the former son of Horus.
Son of Horus, Shadowmoon Wolf
Tormented by the chaotic fel energy, Abaddon experienced fragmented hallucinations.

He seemed to see a dark pool of water, in which the rising moon was reflected.

The Council of Four Kings is welcoming a new member:
“Locken, take the moon as your mirror.”

Abaddon heard himself standing by the pool saying:

“You shall swear an oath to us that is as unbreakable as all the oaths you have ever sworn.”

"Between brothers, there are no secrets; in this world, only material things matter, but friendship is eternal."

"This is a vow to witness the bond between brothers, not a witchcraft pact. We stand side by side under the moonlight, and only this vow binds us together into a bond that can only be broken by death."

Loken wore a dumbfounded expression. He had suspected it was some kind of blasphemous ritual, and it took Abaddon a lot of persuasion to convince him that it was just following a custom.

“I understand.” But Loken said solemnly, “I am willing to swear an oath.”

So Loken began to recite the names of the deceased members of the Council of Four Kings.

The Council of the Four Kings, the four finest warriors of the Shadowmoon Wolves, are Horus's advisors and close companions to the Warmaster. They represent four distinct qualities and personalities, each embodying a different will of the Warmaster, yet together forming the soul of the Legion.

Abaddon represents anger and rage, Horus the Younger represents gloom and indifference, Torgardon represents ease and cheerfulness, while Loken represents rationality and calmness.
That was originally Seyanus's spot.
Loken began to recite the names of the deceased, from Keshen to Cyranus. Since the founding of the Council of Four Kings, nine had died, three remained, and Loken was the thirteenth.

"To die in glory!" Horus the Younger and Abaddon declared in unison, "Only the moonlight mourns! Only death can atone for their duty!"

"The name of the deceased has been spoken; let us praise the last fallen Cygnus! Long live Cygnus!"

"And you, Gavial Loken! The Council of the Four Kings has asked you to succeed Cyranus. Do you accept the oath to uphold the unity of the Council of the Four Kings?"

“I gladly accept and swear.”

"Will you be proud of the name Shadowmoon Wolf and remain forever loyal to it?"

"I am proud of this and will always remain loyal to it."

"Do you pledge allegiance to us Primarchs and to the Immortal Emperors who rule over the Primarchs?"

“I swear this.”

"Are you willing to kill for the living and for the dead?"

"I kill for the living, and I kill for the dead."

Finally, Abaddon gazed at Gavial Locken and said, "With the moonlight that shines on us as my witness, will you become my true brother, our true brother, with no secrets, with openness and honesty, cherishing our brotherhood and never betraying us?"

Gavial Locken looked up at Abaddon: "I accept."

"Whatever the cost?"

“Loken, my brother, welcome to the Council of the Four Kings. The moon is our witness; between brothers, there are no secrets. In this world, only material things matter, and only brotherhood lasts forever.” Abaddon embraced Loken tightly.
and then?
Where is that moon that once shone upon the Council of the Four Kings, upon Shadowmoon Wolf, upon Cyyanus, Abaddon, Horus the Younger, Torgardon, and Loken now?

Abaddon only saw Loken's lonely figure, kneeling beside Horus's remains, softly advising Abaddon not to make the same mistake as Horus.

Loken, the rational and composed representative of the Council of Four, fulfilled his duty until the very last moment, advising Abaddon to lead the still salvageable rebel legions to surrender to Dorne and to stop creating more chaos and bloodshed in the galaxy.

But then Eribus suddenly appeared and killed Loken, declaring it was an inevitable fate, that Loken had to die, and that this was a closed loop.
"Eribas is dead too!!!" Abaddon roared furiously, pounding his command throne.
He heard the news; it was being sung throughout the galaxy. Kahn had taken Eribus's life with his axe, completing his revenge.

Abaddon still remembered Kahn's invitation before leaving the Soul of Vengeance. What if Abaddon had accepted Kahn's offer? What if Abaddon had accepted Loken's offer? What if there hadn't been the Temple of the Serpent? What if... what if... what if...
There are no "what ifs," and Abaddon had no way to turn back.
He could only keep advancing into the darkness, forward, forward, until the Crimson Path tore through Terra, until he destroyed the False Emperor.
Abaddon had countless times used phrases like "for humanity," "for Astartes," and "for revenge" to deceive himself.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his reason for the thirteen Black Expeditions had always been the same: he had no other choice. Just then, a piercing, sharp crackling sound of electricity suddenly erupted and roared through the bridge of the Vengeance Soul. The dimensional blacksmiths and dark mechanical priests who were trying to repair the ship let out terrified screams, but their screams instantly turned into a cacophony of binary whispers as they entered the air.

A hoof dripping with molten iron emerged from the void, landing on the metallic ground with a crisp sound.

Metallic wings slowly unfurled, and crimson eyes, like those of a furnace, fixed on Abaddon.
"Abaddon, the Raider, the Warmaster."

A metallic melody rang out, and the dimensional blacksmiths and dark mechanical priests simultaneously looked at Abaddon and said:
“I am Vashtor, the Creator, and I have come to negotiate.”

"Another despicable dark being," Abaddon mused, struggling to keep his body afloat.

At that moment, Abaddon suddenly felt the entire Soul of Vengeance trembling. Many dimensional blacksmiths and members of the Dark Mechanical Order seemed to be under control, and began to repair the Soul of Vengeance with unprecedented efficiency. Even the Soul of Vengeance itself was being repaired at a high speed.

“I could control this ship to destroy you, I could control these cultists to slaughter you, but I can’t.”

The dark being who called himself Vashtor spoke in a cold, candid tone, revealing nothing:
“I am healing your ship in return, and I hope you will take this as goodwill and as the basis for our alliance.”

Abaddon laughed.
“I will not regard you as an ally because of this ridiculous kindness. You, and all of you dark beings, will never be my ally, nor will you be my master.”

“I know that behind your goodwill is only deception. You are unpredictable and hard to fathom. You will never truly give us what we want.”

“You only think about exploiting those foolish followers, but I am not the person you want. I have never wavered. I use the dark gods as if they were a rich resource that requires no return. I will not blindly follow your fickle words.”

“I don’t care who your master is, you’re all the same.”

Vashtor couldn't help but laugh out loud, seemingly amused by Abaddon's words.

"I do not belong to anyone, I am not a servant of any being you think I am."

Vashtor said in an unquestionable tone:

"I am an independent entity, and I am signing this contract with you on my own behalf."

"He's independent?" Vashtor's words startled Abaddon, resonating slightly with him; he too had refused to submit to the dark gods.
Almost instantly, Abaddon felt a fleeting fondness for Vashtor.
No, they are all the same: fickle and shameless. Every word they utter is a trap, devoid of any sense of contractual obligation.
“You can take a look at the contract first before you consider it,” Vashtor said.

contract?

The unfamiliar word made Abaddon pause for a moment.
Then he saw Vashtor wave his hand, and thousands upon thousands of white paper scraps fell from the void, arranging themselves neatly in front of Abaddon, transforming into layers of white mountains.
Abaddon picked up one of the papers, somewhat dazed.

The text clearly and explicitly outlines the respective obligations, rights, and risks of Abaddon and Wastor. Each clause is further ambiguous with hundreds or thousands of footnotes, and each footnote is further ambiguous with other footnotes, making it as meticulous as a building constructed by the most rigorous engineers.
Furthermore, the contract explicitly stated its purpose: to pursue true deification. It even clearly outlined the methods and means to achieve this goal, without a single riddle or prophecy.

Clean, straightforward, neat, and logical—is this still the subspace? Am I going to end up in Macragge?
This guy really seems different.

Abaddon thought blankly.

The first battle group of the Unyielding Expedition, the mechanical ark of the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon, the King of Explorers.

Zhou Yun walked silently through Kaul's enormous laboratory, looking at Kaul's research findings.
Especially the white substance that was sunk in the culture tank, which looked like both clay and some kind of flesh and blood, and the red metal block placed next to the tank.
"Holy one! Great primal power, divine Doraemon, your arrival has increased the research efficiency of the entire ship by 2222%. Your loyal servant Belisarius Doraemon praises your boundless power."

Belisarius Doraemon bowed to Zhou Yun with his massive, metallic body, even larger than Astartes, appearing somewhat uneasy.

After hesitating for a moment, the great sage spoke:
“My Lord, I follow your teachings, studying and exploring the wisdom within the wondrous artifacts you have created, in an attempt to unravel their principles.”

"However, my wisdom is no match for yours in the slightest. My current research has only yielded these two results, which may seem ridiculous to you."

"But this is already the result of my own limited wisdom—perhaps the exhaustion of human intelligence."

"I call this fleshy-looking object 'Body Repair Clay,' the result of my research on your great tool, 'Body Clay.'"

“Through complex electrical stimulation, ‘body repair clay’ can be shaped into limbs or organs of any form. Once formed, it does not require transplantation. It can automatically join together simply by being placed close to the severed limb, and there is no rejection reaction. It can be used immediately after transplantation.”

Zhou Yun's brow twitched slightly. Compared to the easily moldable body clay, Caul's 'body repair clay' was clearly much more complicated, but achieving this level was already quite impressive.
"And this metal is the result of research into the 'Phantom Thief DX Set.' I discovered that the materials used to forge this item are significantly different from other items. After a long period of research, I am certain that the materials used are transformed from common metals."

"But I cannot fathom the complexity of the technology involved. I can only crudely imitate a tiny step in the transformation process, because I created this metal."

Belissau Cole pointed to the red, polygonal piece of metal, which, while called metal, was more like a crystal:

“I call it Belisarius metal. It can be transformed from any common metal, is easier to forge than most metals, and is slightly stronger than Radiant Gold once forged.”

"The only pity is that the conversion takes a long time. Although it is easier to produce than luminescent metal, its output still cannot match that of ceramic steel."

"Please forgive your foolish believer for showing off his limited skills before your great wisdom."

"Perhaps in your eyes this is just a laughable creation, but it is the pinnacle of what we mortals can achieve."

Kaul lowered his weary head and spoke in a tone of extreme humility and reverence.

Zhou Yun first glanced at Kaul, then at the Belisarius metal on the table and the body-repairing clay beside it.

And then.
“Hey, Kaur from Biyang, you're a real genius.”

(2-in-1)

(My health was very poor last month, so I updated less frequently. After finishing this volume tomorrow, I'll probably take two days off to see a doctor and recuperate. After that, I won't be taking a break this month, and my updates will at least return to their previous pace. I'll try my best to maintain eight updates a day.)
(End of this chapter)