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

Chapter 576 On Abaddon's Thick Skin

The plasma's radiance seemed to boil the entire world. The iron-ringed robot was bathed in its overflowing light and heat, its outer shell faintly melting. Yet, this made the void dragon sealed within feel as if it had briefly returned to the sea of ​​energy that had nurtured it.
The Void Dragon longs for that moment, for the time when it was one with the universe, when the boundaries were not so clear. It yearns to be immersed again in the warm tides of energy, just as a child longs to return to the warmth of amniotic fluid.

The present reality is too cold, actually unsuitable for the survival of the Star Gods. That's why the Void Dragons yearn to use the Blackrock to control the near-infinite energy of the warp, to use that energy to reheat reality, and to return everything to the warmth of the beginning of creation.
Before His plan could truly begin, the Necromancer betrayed Him, shattering Him, leaving only His consciousness hiding in a fragment as it fled in panic.

Then, before He could try that plan again, He encountered a primitive warrior on a remote planet who was riding a horse and holding a silver spear. He was shot by the spear and sent flying to Mars, where he has been sealed ever since.

Now He will not make the same mistake again; He unleashes the full power that this fragment can contain.
Ok?
The Void Dragon suddenly noticed something different: why was the surrounding temperature still rising? And why was that plasma beam shooting towards the ground getting brighter and brighter?
It looks like it bounced back and shot back at me?

The Void Dragon stared blankly at the ground above, amidst the scorching plasma tides. The lion, Lionheart Eljonson, pulled a small, red cloak from beneath his cloak.

The cloak was nothing special; it was just an ordinary, thin piece of silk, without even a trace of the underworld's aura.

From the Void Dragon's perspective, it was just an ordinary piece of cloth.
Everything in the material universe is under the control of the Void Dragons, and the power of the warp is suppressed by the surrounding black rock.
Logically speaking, such a piece of cloth should not have anything special about it.

But Ryan Aljonson, like a bullfighter, gently waved the cloth, lightly brushing it against the plasma tide falling upon him.

boom! ! ! !

The crimson cloak collided with the plasma tide, sparks flying everywhere.

The cloak remained completely undamaged in the face of the high-temperature plasma, which was enough to melt ceramic steel, refined gold, and even radiant gold.

In the Void Dragon's bewildered gaze, the pale plasma was lightly deflected by the cloak, changed direction, and shot back towards the Void Dragon.

"*Star God's swear words*" Void Dragon couldn't help but curse out loud.
The iron ring robot forged by Peturabo was submerged in the bright plasma torrent, melting in the heat in the blink of an eye, and torn apart by the relentless bombardment of particles into fragments barely perceptible to the naked eye.

In an instant, a silver figure emerged from the melting iron ring robot.

The General's Cannon destroyed the Iron Ring Robot, and also directly removed the shackles that Perturabo had placed on the Void Dragon.

Slender, robust, elegant, and perfectly formed—like a body untouched by the subspace—emerged from the plasma tides, shimmering with an emerald luster as if forged from molten silver that hadn't yet cooled. Arcs of electricity continuously shot from the jagged cracks that crisscrossed its body.

The Void Dragon suddenly spread its sharp, black stone wings, bathing itself in the high-temperature plasma.
These extremely high temperatures did not harm Him; on the contrary, they made Him extremely comfortable. He was born in the high temperatures of the very beginning of the universe.
But the Void Dragon did not indulge in this moment of warmth. Having just been unsealed, it was at its weakest and needed to quickly find a safe place to slowly recover its strength before heading to Mars to break the seal on its main consciousness.

Upon realizing this, the Void Dragon's tail, formed from the fusion of black stone and living metal, suddenly trembled, instantly reversing gravity. The Void Dragon shot into the sky like a cannonball, attempting to escape the atmosphere and head into the boundless deep space.

Feeling the air around him growing increasingly thin, the Void Dragon couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
It's still just a monkey, possessing only some primitive techniques. How could it possibly harm a god of the material universe like him? It merely helped him free Peturabo from his shackles, granting him his freedom.

If, at this very moment, a necromancer overlord stood before the Void Dragon, wielding a hyperdimensional cube cage, the Void Dragon would likely have already become a prisoner once more.

The sound of crackling electricity suddenly rang out in front of the Void Dragon. The space-time before him seemed to swerve, and a metallic figure glowing green suddenly emerged from a folded pocket space, blocking the Void Dragon's path.

The Endless One, Tarasin, let out a cold, cackling laugh. Before the Void Dragon could react, a four-part hyperdimensional cube cage appeared beside it, roaring with emerald arcs of electricity, weaving into an energy net that pressed down on the Void Dragon.
The Void Dragon roared in terror, unable to comprehend how Talathim had managed to predict his escape route so precisely.
He struggled to unleash his power, attempting to escape the confines of the hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube cage.
The living metal that made up the Hyperdimensional Cube's cage was torn apart layer by layer by the Void Dragon, but the Hyperdimensional Cube extended its metal tentacles, rapidly absorbing the Void Dragon's power to repair itself, and turning them into shackles that wrapped around the Void Dragon itself.

The Void Dragon let out a sharp roar, but it was ultimately to no avail.
The Hyperdimensional Cube closed, transforming into a pyramid shimmering with green light, completely imprisoning the Void Dragon fragment within. Tarasin chuckled coldly a few times, then vanished back into the pocket dimension, disappearing without a trace.

The hammer cleaved through the air, accompanied by a thunderous roar, and slammed into Abaddon's face with a muffled thud.
Abaddon's nose broke, and he staggered back several steps in pain, his face covered in blood.

Fugen gripped the broken furnace tightly with both hands, panting heavily as he watched the scene before him.
Fugen was proud by nature and unwilling to reveal his surprise.
But seeing Abaddon take the blow with his face, he still wore a strange expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's your face made of?"

This is completely illogical. Fugen knows his own strength and the power of the Furnace Breaker better than anyone else.

With his full-force swing, even Astartes wearing a Terminator helmet should have been easily hit on the head by the Furnacebreaker.
But Abaddon, incredibly, managed to take Fuggen's blow with sheer grit, only breaking his nose in the process.

Is this right? It's not right!
This left Fugen somewhat bewildered, looking at his hands and the Broken Furnace in them with confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with his hands or the warhammer itself.

Abaddon spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. Although he had managed to block Fugan's hammer blow, he wasn't in good shape himself.
He could feel his strength receding and a sense of weakness rising within him.
The power of Vashtor's creation is waning; Abaddon won't last much longer.
"Damn it, isn't the Red Angel ready yet?" Abaddon cursed under his breath, hastily swinging Delanickon to block Fugen's hammer aimed straight at his face.
Fugen was intrigued by Abaddon's act of taking the Furnace Breaker's face, and he couldn't help but want to try it himself to see if it was just a coincidence or if Abaddon was really that shameless.

Just then, a spear resembling Bi Gong's spear came hurtling through the air, aiming straight for Fu Gen's face.
Fugen whirled around, using the Broken Furnace to deflect the Red Angel's spear.
As the spear clashed with the hammer, both Fugen and the Red Angel were forced to retreat a few steps, suggesting that the two were now evenly matched.

This made Fugen's expression slightly more serious.
Although the Red Angel's appearance remained unchanged, Fugen still keenly noticed the changes in him.
The red angel's form, modeled after Saint Gilles, was now more condensed, clearer, and more realistic than before.
He was even closer to Saint Gilles than before, and faintly, the red angel's face already seemed to possess Saint Gilles's divine radiance of compassion for all things in the world.
After forcing Fugen back, the Red Angel did not continue the pursuit. Instead, she stood there in a daze, her face wavering and her eyes shifting, as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you doing standing there?" Abaddon shouted angrily.

Why are his teammates always so unreliable?
For a moment, Abaddon even missed Kayan a little.
Kayan was his most reliable and loyal companion, accompanying him from his lowest point to the thirteenth Black Crusade.
Before launching the Thirteenth Black Crusade and opening the Great Rift, Abaddon sent Kayon to Terra to surrender to the Inquisition, thereby conveying a message to Terra: he, Abaddon, was coming, and would wreak havoc on the stars along the Crimson Path, killing the false emperor on the throne!

He and Kayan had agreed that he would soon storm Terra, release Kayan, and the two of them would mock the empire's weakness together amidst the ruins of the palace.
But unexpectedly, the situation changed. Guilliman and Sangilius suddenly revived, and the strange existence of Saint Doraemon appeared again. Kayan could only suffer a little longer and endure it for a while.

The Red Angel slightly opened his mouth, turned to look at Abaddon, and said in a voice as clear as a holy bell, "Isn't it too cruel of me to use my own offspring as a sacrifice?"

what?
Abaddon paused for a moment, then frowned and growled, "Are you crazy? In times like these, you're suddenly showing kindness?!"

The Red Angel shuddered instantly, the compassionate look on her face vanishing in an instant, replaced by that eerie, crimson expression.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he was shocked by the foolish thing he had just said.
He... he was just influenced by Saint Gillespie.
Only then did the Scarlet Angel realize that she had been tricked by Tzeentch.

Tzeentch claimed that he could become Saint Gillespie after the ritual was completed, and this statement itself was not a lie.

But Tzeentch deliberately misled the Red Angel.
Only now, as the ceremony was about to conclude, did the red angel realize what had happened.

The essence of this ritual is to resonate and merge with Saint Gilles, so that the two are seen as one in terms of destiny.

But this is not only the Red Angels corrupting Saint Gilles, but Saint Gilles, in turn, corrupting the Red Angels.
It's uncertain whether the Red Angel will replace Saint Gilles or Saint Gilles will devour the Red Angel; in fact, there's an over 80% chance that Saint Gilles will emerge victorious.

He and Blood God were merely tools for Tzeentch to cover up the real conspiracy and buy time; He never expected the Red Angel to succeed!

The Red Angel's eyes widened in horror. He desperately wanted to destroy the Khorne artifact, the Wrath of Fire, at the core of the ritual and stop it, but at that moment, a scene was reflected in his eyes.
He saw Gabriel Seth wielding his chainsaw sword, killing the last corrupted crimson angel.
The crimson angel died with resentment, anger, and unbearable pain; the intense emotions flowed with his blood into the flames of rage, into Saint Gilles, and into the red angel.
The ceremony is complete.
(End of this chapter)