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

Chapter 583 Exorcising the Dead Zone
The cold, merciless sound of welding rang out as electricity and fire completely sealed the hell beast, and unbearable darkness swallowed everything.
Steel pierced through muscles, metal stabbed into nerves, tentacles licked the brain, and the soul shattered within the coffin, flesh and metal beginning to fused together.
Abaddon opened his mouth and let out a silent yet piercing wail.
But no one can hear that voice anymore.

Vashtor calmly watched as the Abaddon-class hellbeast was activated after the wet component was implanted, and boundless chaotic fel energy surged from it, pouring into the body of this terrifying machine.

That was a blessing bestowed upon Abaddon by the Chaos Gods, but that's not the key point.
More importantly, the blow Horus delivered that killed Sangilius contained the supreme power of the gods, piercing through time and destiny, tearing apart Sangilius's essence, and being continuously nourished by the millennia-long remembrance of all beings in the galaxy. The power contained in this single blow was hundreds or even thousands of times greater than the blessing the gods bestowed upon Abaddon.

On Krasus, the Frozen Moon, Sanguiles extended part of his wound onto Abaddon, crushing him and rendering him almost incapacitated.

Now, Vashtor, through a series of ingenious techniques, extracted the power from the wound and the divine blessings within Abaddon, and infused it into this hell beast that embodied the wisdom of Vashtor and Perturabo.

A sharp, frenzied roar erupted from Abaddon, the hellbeast. His flesh and blood instantly writhed and distorted, and the terrifying chaotic fel energy made his already much larger body appear even more bloated.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!!"

A black hurricane howled and blew, instantly blasting away the Iron Warriors closest to the Hellbeast. Their power armor twisted and deformed instantly, and the Astartes inside were shattered into a bloody pulp.

Vashtor's metal wings trembled, and he retreated more than ten meters in an instant.

But almost in the blink of an eye, Abaddon, wielding the modified Claw of Horus, appeared before him, the sharp claws aimed directly at Vashtor's face.
Vashtor didn't even have time to defend himself.

Perturabo was equally fast; his body, like a wall of steel, crashed directly into Abaddon the Hellbeast.

Abaddon staggered a few steps from the impact and retreated several paces.

Even so, driven by his fighting instincts, he swung his unarmed hand and smashed it towards Peturabo's face.
Peturabo raised a giant steel hand to block him.
A loud metallic wail came from Peturabo's arm.

Vashtor nodded slightly, extremely satisfied.
The power displayed by Abaddon Hellfire met his expectations.

Then, with a thought, Vashtor's will pierced into the hellbeast's body, drilling between the steel and flesh.
In an instant, Abaddon's frenzied and hateful will was suppressed by Vashtor.
This is Vashtor's authority, the power of the realm of malevolent arts.

The hell beasts, which he himself created, could not possibly defy his will.

Abaddon struggled fiercely for a few moments, but to no avail. Under Vashtor's control, he retreated to his original position, surrounded by the eight demons.

Vashtor chanted incantations in a low voice. These incantations came directly from the Book of Loka, and were the enchanting spells that Loka had taught Abaddon and Kayan in the past.
Vashtor directly modified this technology, integrating it with his own.
Under the influence of the incantation, the seven demons bound by the pact with Vashtor let out low growls.
Poppy, penicillin, Huns, pyramid schemes, Maxim, the ten calamities, the unspeakable, seven demons intimately connected with humanity.

Ecstasy, Corruption, Unintentional Slaughter, Hellstorm, Vicious Arts, Greed Dissolution, Unstable Distortion—the seven major states in the subspaces.
The seven demons dissolved almost simultaneously, merging with Abaddon's hellbeast and burrowing into the spaces already prepared for them.

The black stone eight-pointed star engraved on the hellbeast's torso instantly burst forth with seven different colored lights. The black stone could both suppress and amplify the energy of the subspace, depending entirely on its polarity.
The Void Dragon's creation was indeed very valuable; Vashtor installed it on the Hellbeast to suppress the ripples caused by the collision of the seven realms.

Under Vashtor's control, the Hellbeast slowly crouched down and picked up the demonic sword that emitted a ghostly blue light from the ground.

That was the demon Delanicorn, born from humanity's first murder, sealed away by the Emperor and transformed into a demonic sword.
He happens to belong to the Erosion and Destruction Domain, which is the domain of the Dark King and the domain that the Hell Beasts currently lack.

On the eight-pointed star, the corner symbolizing erosion and destruction burst forth with extremely bright light, as if Draenecohn's power and contribution were the greatest among the eight demons.

But Vashtor glanced at him and immediately realized that Delanicorn was faking it. He was clearly the most powerful of the eight demons, and even Penicillin, the most powerful of the seven archdemons, was far inferior to Delanicorn.
But Delanico's efforts were even less than those of the weakest pyramid schemes and the Ten Disasters.
“If you are willing to serve me wholeheartedly, I will find a way to remove the Emperor’s constraints on you and free you from the form of a sword,” Vashtor said, looking at Delanikon.

Delanicoen was silent for half a second.

“Actually, making a sword would be quite nice,” he replied to Vashtor. Vashtor paused for a moment.
But he couldn't force Delanikohn to cooperate. Aside from that being unconventional, even if he really had to resort to coercion...
Delanicorn's power is extraordinary and closely related to the birth of the Dark Lord; his current stance is even more ambiguous.

Vashtor had always suspected that Delanikonn was actually a hook used by the Dark Lord, but to be on the safe side, he decided not to take the bait.

Almost at the same time, Vashtor realized that Tzeentch's final payment had arrived.

According to the agreement between Tzeentch and Vashtor, Vashtor would come to Corinnar to help the Red Angels, but regardless of whether the Red Angels succeeded or not, Tzeentch would pay a large number of Caliban fragments as a reward.

These fragments fell into the Soul Forge, and together with the fragments Abaddon had collected before, they were almost enough for Vashtor to recreate the ancient artifact Ouroboros.

But...it went too smoothly. Tzeentch is actually so honest? So committed to contracts?
Although the so-called Laws of Chaos were born in the warp amidst the clash of the gods, Tzeentch is a sorcerer. While the other three gods might abide by these laws to some extent, Tzeentch will only distort them.
Considering Tzeentch's promise to pay the Red Angel regardless of success, Vashtor easily deduced that the Red Angel was merely a tool for Tzeentch to conceal his true purpose, and that success or failure was unimportant.

Why then is Vashtor's help needed? And what is Tzeentch's purpose?
If it's just about stalling for time, Tzeentch already has a Primarch, so what's the point of Magnus?
A few glints of light flashed in Vashtor's orange-yellow eyes.
Within the Soul Forge, Vashtor, like a wisp of mist of thought, swept his gaze across dozens of points in time, finally settling gently on the not-too-distant future, in a star sector called Neferim.

The reason Vashtor stayed here was not because he saw anything, but because he saw nothing.
It was a deep, completely isolated, dead zone. Yet, it was within that Vashtor that he felt the call of the Vicious Arts domain.

"Is this the spider web you spun?"

"Am I a tiny insect caught in a spider's web, or one of the spiders you've placed here?"

Even knowing it's a spider web, Vashtor would step into it if it would benefit his ascension.

Because he was so curious, curious from the day he was born, curious every single moment.

I wonder what truths I will see from that position? What kind of creations will I make? Will I be able to break free from all limitations and freely seek knowledge and create?
To satisfy his curiosity, Vashtor willingly became Tzeentch's spider.

On what was once a wizarding planet, now a steroid planet.
"That's enough for today! You've trained very well! But remember to rest!" Magnus, his body covered in bright red muscles, clapped his hands and said to the Thousand Sons Wizards and Scarlet Warriors who were working out.

Ariman picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his body, looking somewhat puzzled as his genetic father walked into the lounge behind the gym.

It's not that this behavior is strange; after all, Ahriman himself would occasionally go to the lounge to rest and have a heart-to-heart talk with his father.

What truly puzzled Ahriman was that his genetic father had been exercising for shorter and shorter periods lately, as if something was on his mind.
Could it be that Tzeentch is plotting something again? A plot against Magnus?
Alarm bells rang in Ahriman's mind.
I couldn't help but wonder whether I should tell Doraemon about this.
But Ahriman also suspected that this might be a hook Tzeentch used to lure out Doraemon.

After all, Tzeentch has a very strong control over Magnus. If he wanted Magnus to do something, he wouldn't need to resort to tricks or schemes, nor would he need to be so secretive.

Ahriman was somewhat worried that Saint Doraemon might be plotted against by Tzeentch, after all, the hope for the Red Letter Warriors' resurrection rested entirely on him, and even the hope for Magnus to truly break free from Tzeentch's control depended on Saint Doraemon.
"What should we do?" Ahriman pondered, his head bowed.

"Mentor! There's something going on in the observation formation!" Jamshid, one of Ahriman's former students and one of the resurrected Red Letter warriors, shouted.

This is one of the projects Ahriman worked on for Zhou Yun: an observation array to monitor the direction of subspace tidal flows. In return, Doraemon would revive a Scarlet Warrior for Ahriman every year. Over the decades, dozens of Scarlet Warriors have been revived as a result.
Of course, this is only one of the projects underway. Other projects are also in progress, and the total number of resurrected Red Letter Warriors has exceeded five hundred. Although this is still a drop in the ocean compared to the entire Legion of the past, Ahriman has seen hope.

So when he heard that there was a problem with the observation array, Ahriman quickly came to the array and couldn't help but frown as he observed the tidal flow in the subspace.

The ubiquitous warp tides have revealed a black dot, a void. This roughly corresponds to the Neferim sector in reality.
Ahriman accurately initiated several prophecies, and faintly received a few short syllables in the warp.
"...Exorcising...Dead Zone?"

(End of this chapter)