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Chapter 582 This is the Hellbeast we'll be using later.

Chapter 582 This is the Hellbeast we'll be using later.
Abaddon let out the loudest roar of his life.
Even when he was on the Devon satellite, carrying the dying Horus, he had never been so terrified.

"What are you doing! What are you doing?!"

"Vashtor!! What are you doing?!"

"What is that?! Don't let me get near it!!!"

Vashtor turned his head slightly, his orange-red eyes, as red as furnace fire, to look at Abaddon in the life support pod, as if waiting for Abaddon to ask the question.

"These are the most powerful of the demons who have made pacts with me, and they happen to belong to the seventh of the eight corners of the warp and are closely related to the human race."

"Hunger, addiction, humanity once frantically consumed a crude addictive drug called opium, which caused them pain, struggle, craving, pleasure, and indulgence. These emotions gave birth to it, the demon poppy in the realm of ecstasy."

"Disease, life, humanity once discovered the first antibiotic in mold, which saved countless lives from infection. Their thirst for medicine, life and antibacterial agents gave birth to it, the demon penicillin of the realm of decay and decay."

"Slaughter and bloodlust: in the early stages of human civilization, the nomadic and agricultural civilizations were always killing each other. In this cycle of killing, countless nomadic tribes rose up. It was born from all the killing and being killed by a nomadic tribe, the Huns, the demons of the realm of killing without intention."

"Fraud and deception. Humans are one of the most adept at deception. They use geometric progression as a cover to create a fraudulent method that constantly expands its downline and swindles wealth. Countless people have struggled and fallen into this scam. It was born from this emotion that Hellstorm Demon Pyramid Scheme was born."

"Destruction, efficiency, and the skill of humankind in weapon manufacturing is admirable. They possess an extraordinary talent for creating weapons to destroy their own kind. They created automated killing machines at the very beginning of civilization. It was born from the first automated weapon made by humankind. Maxim, the demon of vicious craftsmanship."

"Hunger and gluttony—no civilization can escape the two curses of greed and hunger. At the beginning of humankind, a race known for its greed created a terrifying myth about hunger. In this terrifying myth, their god humiliated a civilization with ten calamities. From the emotions born of this myth, the Ten Calamities of the Domain of Greed Dissolved" were born.

"Unnameable and unknowable, when humanity ushered in its first golden age, believing that science and wisdom could unravel all mysteries, a somber science fiction author realized that human wisdom was insignificant in the face of the vast universe. He used his pen to excavate humanity's most primal fear of the unknown and gave birth to this demon, the intangible, distorting demon of the realm, the unspeakable one."

Vashtor introduced the seven demons in a rather passionate tone, finally pointing to the demonic sword Draenecoan that stood alongside the seven demons:
"Destruction, self-destruction, in the swaying wheat fields, blood relatives killed blood relatives. Humanity carried out its first murder with an obsidian dagger. In this brutal murder, it, the demon Delanicorn, which erodes the realm of destruction, was born."

"Eight realms, eight demons, an eight-pointed star—the eight largest realms in the chaos converge here, and I will use them to complete a great creation."

"I! Ask! You! What! Is! That!?!" Abaddon roared in exasperation. He had been trying to interrupt Vashtor, but Vashtor ignored him and continued to introduce the demons that Abaddon didn't care about at all.

All he cared about was the mechanical creation surrounded by the eight-headed demon.

Despite being described as a mechanical creation, it resembled more of a hybrid of demons, flesh, and metal. Black metal armor clung to the sticky, crimson flesh, and each plate of armor bore the screaming, wailing faces of demons. These metal armors combined to form a massive humanoid figure six or seven meters tall.

The machine's torso was massive, resembling a horizontal iron coffin. Engraved on the coffin was a chaotic eight-pointed star forged from black stone, while massive limbs were mounted around its perimeter, each a combination of flesh and metal.

Its left hand was particularly large, almost as tall as an Astartes wearing Terminator power armor, and mounted on it was a noticeably larger version of the Claw of Horus.
Its right hand is relatively simple, resembling a human hand, only wider than the original's palm, with many rough patterns designed on its fingers, seemingly for gripping weapons.

Its "head" is located in the center of its torso, recessed inward to form a hollow, dark space where countless metal cables and fleshy tentacles writhe, seemingly waiting for an unlucky soul to be buried inside.

"Tell me! Vashtor! What is this?! What is this?!"

Vashtor turned his head and said, "These are the treatment tools we'll be using later."

Abaddon was shocked by Vashtor's shamelessness.

"This is a Hellbeast!!! A Hellbeast!!"

Abaddon roared:
"What do you want to do to me! Are you insane?!"

Although it is much larger in size, there is no doubt that this is a Hellbeast.

The Hellbeast is a unique alternative to the Dauntless, but it is more ferocious, more terrifying, and more insane than the Dauntless.

The fate of the Space Marines buried there was hundreds or even thousands of times more tragic than that of the Dreadnoughts.
Their flesh and blood will merge with this damned metal cage, their souls will be cruelly tortured by the demons dwelling in hell, and they will wail and roar in eternal darkness until they go completely mad.

Abaddon once highly regarded the assessment of a dimensional blacksmith:

The Hellbeasts are pure hatred, the most powerful weapon in the galaxy, and that is why we are destined to destroy the Empire: our hatred is beyond their reach.

The Hellbeast is the embodiment of this pure hatred, one of the Black Legion's most powerful weapons. Those Chaos Astartes who were buried in the Hellbeast—even if not of their own free will—made a noble sacrifice, transforming themselves into a heavy hammer piercing the heart of the Empire.

That's what they say, but if it meant Abaddon himself would rather die than be buried in the Hellbeasts.

"The Hell Beast is the tool I use to heal you."

Vashtor calmly addressed Abaddon:
"Once you are buried in the hell beast, you can stand up again, unleash your power without hindrance, stand on the battlefield again, and become an almost invincible weapon of war."

"Haven't you always longed for revenge against the Emperor and the Empire? This is your best chance!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the steel warriors lifted the life support pods and walked towards the direction of the hell beasts.

"You can't do this! I won't allow it! I won't allow it!" The battered Abaddon was powerless to resist and could only howl and roar in protest.

"Of course I can! Have you forgotten the contract you signed?"

Article 138 stipulates that Vashtor is obligated to treat all injuries suffered by Warmaster Abaddon, both now and in the future, in the manner he deems best, so as to ensure that Abaddon is in the best possible condition to fulfill his obligation to help Vashtor collect the key fragments.

"And the sixth commentary on Article 138 states: 'The best way that Vashtor considers to be is that Vashtor has the right to choose any technology that he deems suitable and to assure Abaddon of the efficiency and advancement of that technology.'"

Vashtor smiled: "This is the most suitable technology in my opinion."

"And I assure you that this technology is absolutely efficient and advanced."

"This Hellbeast is one of the most ingenious designs I've ever made in my life. It also incorporates Perturabo's technology. Once you're implanted in it, you can make the most of the blessings bestowed upon you by the gods and the power within the wound on your chest. You can even control it to take down a Lord-level Knight or even a Warhound-level Titan."

"What's even more ingenious is that I will use the technology improved from the Luo Jia enchantment magic to transform this Hell Beast into a powerful demon engine. The eight demons from the eight realms will be fused into the Hell Beast to become your power. This is in line with the Chaos Octagon, and the power within is beyond your imagination."

"What else do you have to complain about? Have I broken our contract in any way?"

"You lied to me!!" Abaddon's eyes widened, and he trembled wildly in the life support pool, filled with anger and fear.

“There is not a single word of fraud in my contract. You have the right to carefully read every clause and raise objections before you sign the contract.”

Vashtor calmly directed the Iron Warriors to place the life support pods in front of the Hellbeast.
Then, Vashtor sighed softly and said:

"But why do you always fail to read the contract properly?"

"In the end, they will come and condemn me for deceiving you."

With that, Vashtor opened the life support capsule and extended his sharp fingers toward Abaddon.

"Don't come over!!!"

"Get out! Get out!!"

Abaddon writhed in terror at his mangled body, but it was no use.

Vashtor's sharp claws gripped Abaddon's skinless face, and he yanked him out of the life support pod.

The Creator gently vibrated his steel wings, dragging Abaddon to the dark opening at the center of the Hellbeast's torso.

The steel cables and fleshy tentacles inside the cave were writhing excitedly, as if they couldn't wait to devour Abaddon.

"No! No! Vashtor! You can't!!"

Abaddon struggled in terror, letting out feeble roars:

"I am the Chaos Warmaster, I am the Lord of the Black Legion, I am the First Company Commander of the Sons of Horus, I am the Great Raider! You cannot do this! You must not do this!"

"No! Don't put me in this coffin! Vashtor! Stop! Stop!"

Abaddon struggled so hard that Vashtor had to summon several Iron Warriors to hold him down and slowly push him into the Hellbeast.

"How dare you! You cannot! I am your war commander!"

"You traitors! Scum! I curse you! I curse you lowly traitors!"

"Traitor! Traitor!! Traitor!!!"

"Gods! Gods! I am the chosen one of the gods! The gods will not allow you to do this!"

"May the gods protect me! May the gods curse you!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

"Only the wise and the cunning can be undone!"

"All things decay, but all living beings endure!"

"Six Rings of Extreme Desire, Desire and Craving!"

"Blood God! Merciful Father! Lord of Change! Prince of Darkness! I am willing to be your slave! Save me! Save your slave!"