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Chapter 652 The Soul Forge of Vashtor

The planet Longlin arrived, tearing through the continuity of spacetime. This mechanical planet, modeled after the former Caliban and incorporating three ancient artifacts—the Ouroboros, the Tuchucha Engine, and the Heart of Plague—roared through the real universe. Amidst the metal jungle, factories roared like thunder, furnaces surged like sunbeams, and the sounds of hammers, forging, and tracks echoed, along with the wails of billions of demonic workers, one with the production line.
The moment Longlin Star appeared, waves surged in the surrounding subspace, revealing the wrecked ships that had been lost and fallen into the subspace, their fragments intertwined and forming a chaotic scene.

Each of these ships resembles the wildest, most chaotic mechanical creation, revealing the pure, instinctive, and malevolent creativity of the Warp. They are creations made by the very realm of malevolent art itself, using those ships that perished in the Warp as materials.

Subsequently, on Longlin Star, an invisible will transformed into sparks of electricity, transmitting to the wrecked space ships. In an instant, the wrecked ships were controlled by Vashtor's will, becoming ominous arks that sailed toward the massive rocky planet.

Vashtor considered this his advantage.
Zhou Yun did indeed master more of the vicious arts, but he wasn't extreme or twisted enough, and he lacked sufficient understanding of the darkest, most chaotic, and most insane forces within vicious arts.
Vashtor, however, was able to use those powers to unleash the most malevolent creations into the material universe, attacking Zhou Yun.
Riding the crest of the warp tide, Zhou Yun remained unmoved as he rose ever higher. His will was connected to the master control protocol, and with a single thought, the space undead fleet suspended in the Duat system became his fingertips. Emerald lightning unleashed, colliding with Vastor's space undead forces.
The two men, using their fleets as extensions of themselves, initiated the first clash in the Duat system.

“I recognize these weapons. They were designed during the War for Heaven, inspired by the malevolent creativity that gave birth to me.”

“I understand them better than you do, Zhou Yun.”

Vashtor's voice rang out with a series of roaring sparks of electricity, which, crackling with warp energy, shot out from the Ominous Ark, transforming into a swarm of cyborg nematodes that pierced the ships of the space undead.

The Necromancers' ships attempted to repel the attack with a variety of weapons, but a burst of scorching arcs erupted from Dragonlin Star, abruptly tearing apart the continuity of spacetime. The cyborg nematodes directly transcended the limitations of spacetime, piercing into the Necromancer ships.
These nematodes are Vashtor's creations, the Felsteel Neural Threads, which Vashtor used to control the wrecked spaceships. Now, these Felsteel Neural Threads have been implanted in the space necromancers' ships, releasing a series of silicon threads that spread throughout the entire ship, instantly paralyzing all its functions.

Saint Gilles remained calm despite witnessing this scene.

Vashtor's birth is closely related to the arms race during the War of Heaven, and if Zhou Yun's statement is true, Vashtor is also closely related to the most extreme faction among the Old Saints. Using the ships of the Necromancers of the cosmos to fight Him would indeed be a huge disadvantage.

But Zhou Yun hasn't even demonstrated his power yet, has he?
A joyful laugh echoed through the warp, instantly dispelling the gloom and sounding as if a million children were laughing and playing in a beautiful world.

Countless miniature Doraemons appeared out of thin air in the void. These tiny machines, no bigger than a palm, filled the entire void. They reached into their pockets and instantly pulled out all sorts of wondrous gadgets.
These items all belong to Zhou Yun. These tiny mini Doraemon pockets are directly connected to the fourth-dimensional pocket via subspace, allowing them to directly access the items.
As for the money, to be honest, Saint Gilles doesn't know where it came from, and Zhou Yun probably doesn't know either. Only Guilliman knows how he squeezed these huge sums out of the empire's economy, which seems to be on the verge of collapse at all times.

However, Saint Gilles once asked Guilliman about this out of curiosity, and Guilliman simply replied that the Empire's current problem was not a lack of production capacity, but rather how to consume what was produced and on what.

Guilliman even claimed that Zhou Yun's existence had largely solved the Empire's consumption problem. Instead of having any negative impact on the Empire's economy, Zhou Yun's presence had actually boosted the economy and production under Guilliman's control, solving some of the Empire's economic problems and alleviating overcapacity.
Saint Gilles was confused and didn't know how Guilliman had done it.

The mini-Doras, armed with all sorts of gadgets, surged towards the space undead fleet controlled by Vashtor and collided with the Ominous Ark.
Some used reflective cloaks to deflect the Omen Ark's fire, some used mechanical pellets to reverse control of the Omen Ark, and some piloted Titanic robots to tear apart ships.

The wave of Mini Doraemon quickly approached Longlin Star.

The orange-yellow arc of light, like a furnace fire, shot out again from Longlin Star, and in an instant, one-third of the Mini Doraemon was swept into the gap between space and time.

But this was of little significance, as more Mini Doraemons were created by Zhou Yun's power, transforming into a fierce wave that surged toward Longlin Star.

Dragon Forest Star is indeed exceptionally powerful; it possesses a complete ancient sacred artifact. Even if its function is merely as a key to the ancient sacred treasure vault, its power surpasses the comprehension of all civilizations in the galaxy.

However, it would be almost impossible for Long Linxing alone to stop Zhou Yun.

This was also what Saint Gilles found strange.

Why did Vashtor rush forward so eagerly?
He could have waited for Zhou Yun to attack him. Zhou Yun's final step to becoming a god was to devour him. However, over the long years, Vashtor had already forged the third of the territory he occupied into the Soul Furnace, a realm independent of the four gods. With the Soul Furnace, Vashtor could better hold off Zhou Yun and create opportunities for himself.
etc.
Saint Gilles understood what Vashtor was planning.

In the subspace, high above the heavens, red, blue, green, and purple intertwine endlessly as the gods and their demonic minions wage war.
At the same moment Zhou Yun ascended to godhood, the gods erupted into battle. Khorne and Slaanesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle, these two old rivals fought so fiercely that the tides in the Warp reversed, the heavens and seas reversed, and all things lost their brilliance.

Khorne's power was the strongest, especially after he accepted his destiny to sit forever on the Brass Throne. Although he could no longer leave the Brass Throne, every wound on the battlefield contributed to His strength and flowed with His power. He was now the savior of war, bearing the cost of war together with His warriors.

But it was precisely because he could not leave the Bronze Throne that Slaanesh had an opportunity. Slaanesh's power was the weakest among the gods, but he was stronger than Khorne in one aspect: he still had the card of Forgrim. With Khorne unable to personally intervene, Forgrim became the true god of war, drawing upon Slaanesh's power to fight in the Warp.

Meanwhile, Tzeentch and Nurgle, old rivals, have an unspoken understanding. Tzeentch's power has been significantly weakened recently, while Nurgle has become increasingly powerful. The boundary between the second and third strongest in the warp is no longer so clear, and both have chosen to allocate their Primarchs to other positions.

Within the Soul Forge, Mortarion, scythe in hand, accompanied by the Death Guard lords and seventy-seven shroud guards, stepped into this warp realm that had once existed independently of the gods.
This area was originally a production site for many unclean weapons in the warp, eternally shrouded in black fumes, manufacturing weapons for various demonic legions and Astartes warbands. Of course, Mortarion and his legions did not produce these; Mortarion's creations and equipment were all designed, developed, and manufactured independently.

For some reason, the Plague Crawler tank, designed by Mortarion to surpass the Empire's corresponding weapons, was persistently referred to as Little Mortarion SU7 by that Saint Doraemon.

Mortarian glanced around, and in an instant he understood that the Soul Forge domain had been almost completely hollowed out.
The remaining things, the things he couldn't take with him, and the demons enslaved by Vashtor, were all before him.

Skulls, collected from 880,000 different demons, piled together, formed a blood-stained mound of skulls.
On top of the mound of skulls sat a massive humanoid Khorne Demon Engine. His figure was somewhat like that of a Celestus-class knight, slender and tall, but even more defying the laws of physics, more like a crimson giant than a machine, and more agile. His upper body was somewhat similar to that of the Lord of Skulls, like a bloodthirsty god of slaughter covered in armor forged from blood and brass, like the embodiment of violence and war.

Mortarian knew of this terrifying Khorne Demon Engine; the Destroyer of Kaitan was his name, but the one before him was clearly different.

He was covered in skin made from a thousand Astartes skulls, and his body was decorated with patterns of eagles, lightning, wolves, horses and so on. The demon engine was clearly fused with an extraordinary and powerful demon, and its body had been improved by Vashtor.

"Seed of Destruction," Mortarion murmured, uttering the demon's name. "What exactly are you?"

Seed of Destruction, Khorne's first and strongest demon prince; some rumors even suggest he could rival the Primarch.

His most talked-about rumor is that he once beheaded a War Titan and presented it to Khorne.

This behavior seemed somewhat insane to Mortalian.
If Khorne has a penchant for general heads, Mortalion could build a production line to decapitate general titans 24/7, offer the heads to the Blood God, repair them, and continue decapitating.

"I am the undying wind of the Eternal Heaven, and wherever the will of the Eternal Heaven points, I will reach." The Seed of Destruction rose from the mound of corpses, its demonic engine like armor cleaving through him, rising with boundless blood energy: "He commands me to kill, and I will kill."

“My brother Chagatai Khan has a different interpretation of the Eternal Heaven,” Mortarian said, his expression unchanged. “Why do you insist that the Blood God is the Eternal Heaven?”

"Then I must ask you, Mortalian, why are you now serving Nurgle, serving the Emperor, serving Doraemon?" Seed of Destruction retorted.

"I despise Negro."

Mortarian replied coldly:
"I also despise emperors."

“I loathe you, I hate Horus, I hate all demons and gods. All I see is a bunch of tyrants and their lackeys. Of course, now I am also a tyrant's lackey and slave.”

"I also loathe the warp, loathe that cold, material universe, loathe the oppression of this world by tyrants."

This seemed irrelevant to the Seeds of Destruction.

"Don't you think that Saint Doraemon isn't one of the gods, or a tyrant?"

"He is, of course, but he will be the tyrant who ends all tyrants," Mortarian replied coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mortarion, amidst endless dark clouds, brandished his scythe and stabbed at the Seed of Destruction.

The Seed of Destruction let out a maniacal laugh and raised its giant axe to meet the attack.

"If you want war, then let's fight!"

Spacetime became chaotic and disordered, with thousands of roaring demonic engines, factories rolling with black ash, and bloody assembly lines emitting mournful howls appearing in the void.
In that instant, the Soul Furnace appeared in the Duat Galaxy, enveloping everything in the entire galaxy and blocking the tides of those mini-Doras.

Saint Gilles, observing all this from aboard the Red Tear, understood Vashtor's plan.
The decisiveness of this Soul Forge Master was truly unimaginable; he actually dismantled most of the Soul Forge, used Dragon Forest Star to transfer that domain, and crashed it into the Duat System.
This was almost a suicidal attack, and Vashtor would suffer unimaginable damage no matter what.
However, the benefits are also obvious. Zhou Yun has just completed the sacrifice and ridden the wave of ascension. He has not yet fully tamed the subspace wave generated by the birth of the soul of the space necromancer. Theoretically, he is in a relatively weak state and is more likely to be blocked by the Soul Furnace for a longer period of time.

Seeing his soul furnace, which he had nurtured and built over millions of years, being abandoned like this, Vastor remained remarkably calm.

"I'll go ahead and see if you can catch up with me before the turning point arrives."

A thunderous sound, like a hammer striking reality, resounded, tearing a hole through reality and creating a rift in the subspace.
The essence of Longlin Star is an ancient sage's net-channel tunnel boring machine, which instantly opened up a net channel.
This network of paths is the path to godhood of Vashtor, leading to the location of the "weapons" left behind by the ancient saints.
Once Vashtor finds the "weapon," he can bypass all restrictions and ascend directly to godhood.
Saint Gilles took a small step forward; it was time for them to act.

The reality before the Red Tear was like being punched hard; reality was distorted and dented, accompanied by a surge of powerful spiritual energy.

That immense spiritual power pressed straight down on the Red Tear, on Saint Gilles.
"Muscle strength, quack!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)