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

Chapter 656 Dad! I'll rip you out of my throat right now!
"Son, what happened to you? Why are you like this?"

Why are you still repeating my mistakes?

Horus's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Abaddon shouldn't have been influenced or attracted by the sound, since Saint Gilles had used a similar trick before.
But at this moment, Abaddon was immersed in the boundless pain brought by the hell beasts and the eight demons tearing at his soul. His will was so weak that only hatred, anger, arrogance and a little bit of fear in the middle of the night remained.

If Horus were to be resurrected, Abaddon would not feel any joy, but would only cry out in terror, "Father, you're not dead!" and then flee in panic.

Just like that joke Zhou Yun once told,
"One day, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was bragging to the Pope of the Imperial Church."

The Pope said: "The Emperor's will is supreme; even fallen warriors, as long as they hold loyalty to the Empire in their hearts, can be resurrected and return to fight for the Emperor."

Abaddon said, "The false emperor is shameless, deceiving all beings. I will ride the Crimson Path and wreak havoc from the Eye of Terror to the edge of the galaxy in an instant."

"The Pope did not believe it and demanded that Abaddon prove it. Abaddon panicked and hurriedly summoned his wizards to discuss the matter."

"At this moment, a wizard who believed in the Lord of All Changes spoke up: 'Warlord Abaddon, I have a way. You can have the Pope order the Emperor to resurrect Horus. Once Warlord Horus is resurrected, you won't need the Crimson Path; you'll be able to escape to the edge of the galaxy in an instant.'"

Although Abaddon frequently proclaimed himself the successor to Horus's cause and vowed to avenge his father against the false emperor,

But Abaddon knew that if Horus were to be resurrected one day and see all that Abaddon had done over the past ten thousand years, he would only be furious, only grieve, and only use his fist adorned with a gold ring to beat Abaddon into mincemeat inch by inch.

In the stillness of midnight, when Abaddon closed his eyes, he often saw Horus's dying face, and those eyes filled with boundless resentment staring at him.

The face was so real, as if the broken soul of Horus was wrapped around Abaddon. Even with his dying face, Horus was still so powerful that he was filled with fear. When he opened his eyes, he would often find himself drenched in sweat, and the water recovery device built into his power armor would start up.

Especially after he was stuffed into the hell beast, he often saw Horus's face, the former Shadowmoon Wolf, and his sworn brothers from the Council of Four Kings.
He could even hear Horus's delirious murmurs.

"You see, we all have someone we prefer."

“Cyanos, he has a different kind of power, he is my Guilliman, not that I hate him, but that he makes up for what we lack.”

"Asimande, Horus the Younger, my most loyal son, he is my Loka, somewhat drifting with the tide, but truly loves and respects me."

“Sediri, my company commander, my personal guard, he is my Roger Dorn. If anyone wants to assassinate me, it will be after he has been assassinated first.”

"Togaton, easygoing and humorous yet reliable, he is my Felix. He may not be the best choice among my sons, but he will always be one of the best."

“Loken? Of course, I must say, he’s not much like me, but he’s my favorite son. I’ll deny it when others ask, because I can’t show too much of a preference.”

“But I can tell you quietly—Loken is my Saint Gilles.”

“Ezekiel? Oh, I really don’t know how to say it. Abaddon was my company commander. He was the strongest, the most determined, and the most like me among my offspring.”

"Believe it or not, his achievements will certainly far surpass mine. He is my eldest son, my Lupecal. But I always have some worries about him, worries that he might make similar mistakes to mine."

During Horus's lifetime, Abaddon had never heard him say such things, yet he felt that these were the words Horus would speak.
Guilt, sorrow, love for his father, and fear of Horus intertwined in Abaddon's heart, emotions that even the boundless torment inflicted by the hell beasts could not extinguish. These emotions drove Abaddon to turn his head away.
Bald!

A bright blue bald head sparkled behind Abaddon.

A blue raccoon cat, about the size of a palm, hovered beside Abaddon, resembling a miniature Doraemon.
This mini Doraemon ate a voiceprint candy, and its voice transformed into Horus's, so much so that even Abaddon couldn't tell the difference.

This scene had a tremendous impact on Abaddon's already fragile mind. His emotions, which had been building up to their peak, suddenly collapsed. It was like eating a crab stick, only to find that there was no crab inside, just meat. It was bizarre and hard to accept.

Abaddon, whose limited mind was already occupied by pain, became even more insane.

You ate my father!

"Dad! Don't be afraid! I'll just pull you out of your throat right now!"

Abaddon's voice suddenly rose, and with a single step, the ground trembled as he lunged towards the tiny, miniature Doraemon hovering in mid-air.

But Mini-Dora remained unhurried, and with a mere movement, instantly transformed into eight figures blocking Abaddon's path.
Eight chants rang out simultaneously, all in a language Abaddon couldn't understand, as if they were chanting eight different names.

In an instant, the eight demons on Abaddon let out a shrill scream. The eight mini-Doras chanted their true names, powerfully suppressing their presence and tearing their bodies apart.
Abaddon was struck as if by lightning and staggered back several steps. A strong tearing sensation dragged his body, and the eight demons seemed to be screaming, trying to escape from his body.

But at that very moment, Fugen, wielding the Brokensmith's Warhammer, leaped up and swung it down, striking Abaddon's body.
The warhammer, forged by Fulgrim, modified by Feralas, and enhanced by Peturabo over ten thousand years, unleashed boundless power in the hands of this Primarch clone, directly crushing Abaddon's massive body and causing him to crash heavily to the ground.

Akulduna seized the opportunity, wielding the Phase Court Sword and plunging it into the Hellbeast's body, severing the steel pipes that transmitted power, causing Abaddon to fall to the ground, unable to move.

Fugan didn't try to deliver the final blow to Abaddon, mainly because he had tried too many methods last time, and none of them could kill Abaddon.
He is blessed by the four gods, and now possessed by eight great demons. If he completely destroys the Hell Beast, who knows what kind of monster it might conjure up, like a Chaos Egg?

It would be safer to destroy the Hellbeast's power system and temporarily disable its fighting ability.

“My lord.” Fugen looked at the miniature Doraemon floating in front of him.
He knew that these little things were extensions of Zhou Yun's power, naturally arising from the energy and spiritual light released by Zhou Yun, similar to the Nurgle spirits belonging to Nurgle. They were the simplest demons to form and the demons closest to Zhou Yun.

The fact that these mini-Doraes have appeared on Longlin Star means that Zhou Yun's power has begun to infiltrate this area, having already devoured at least half of the Soul Furnace.

"What a beautiful pose! That round head, that petite body, those round hands, that metallic sheen—it's a perfect creation that matches my aesthetic!" Before Fugen could say anything, Akulduna couldn't help but exclaim. Fugen, hearing Akulduna's words, suddenly felt a pang of bitterness and a slight surge of jealousy.

Mini-Dora seemed pleased by Akulduna's praise. The little devil hopped around a few times, stretched out its round hand to point the way for everyone, and gestured for them to follow in its footsteps.

Fugen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Abaddon at his feet, his eyes asking for guidance on what to do with Mini Doraemon.

Mini Doraemon shook his head, seemingly indicating that Abaddon was not a problem.

A brief thought was transmitted into Fugen's mind.
The general idea is that if Abaddon is kept, the gods will continue to invest in him if they have no other pieces. However, Abaddon will be invincible and will eventually cause the gods to lose everything.

Fugen nodded, jumped off Abaddon (whose power had been cut off), and took a step forward, trying to keep up with Mini Doraemon.
A burst of orange-yellow light suddenly erupted, and a colossal metal figure, over ten meters tall, slammed into the ground.
Perturabo noticed Abaddon's fall and, using the power of Longlinxing, instantly teleported there, blocking Fugen's path.

At this moment, the steel lord's metallic body was covered with deep blade marks and traces of shield collisions.
The moment he appeared, the surrounding factories, demonic engines, and metallic ground all flew towards Perturab, merging with his massive metallic body to form an even thicker metallic shell, making him even larger.

Peturabo suddenly raised his heavy metal fist and slammed it down towards Fugen.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the woods, and at the same moment, Ryan appeared, raising the Imperial Shield to block Perturabo's heavy punch.

The massive punch from that ten-meter-tall metal behemoth was blocked by Ryan using a small kite shield.

Ryan used his arm to deflect Perturabo's heavy punch, and at the same time, the Sword of Loyalty was drawn, slicing a deep gash across Perturabo's arm.

"You're really going to such lengths for that half-demon?" Ryan scoffed.
He had long noticed Perturabo's unusual seriousness, even more so than during many parts of the Great Rebellion; he was practically treating Ryan like Dorne.
This also makes Peturabo extremely difficult and dangerous to deal with.
"I'd rather you seriously support my desire to become the war commander."

Perturabo chuckled coldly a couple of times, and the cannon fire on his body turned into raindrops, pouring down on Ryan:

"After all, you once generously gifted me several general's cannons."

Ryan's face darkened instantly, and he gripped his sword even tighter.

When Perturabo teleported to Fugen's side, Ryan's biggest worry wasn't that Fugen would be killed by Perturabo.

His concern was that Peturabo would reveal what happened back then.
"Without the general's cannon you gifted me, how could I have achieved such a victory on the Istvan 5?"

"Thanks to you, my dear Warmaster. To be honest, Horus's contribution to the Great Rebellion may not have been greater than yours."

Perturabo didn't know why, but when he was with Ryan, his words became exceptionally eloquent, and his emotional intelligence inexplicably surged forth.
Could it be because, back then, in order to trick Ryan into giving him the General Cannon, Perturabo exhausted his emotional intelligence?

"My warlike commander, every general's cannon you gifted me was a heavy hammer that smashed against the walls of Terra!"

Peturabo said earnestly.

"General's Cannon?"

"Istvan 5?"

"The Siege of Terra?"

Some of the cursed emperor's sons who survived Istvan III, and even lived until the Siege of Terra, were momentarily stunned.
As they listened to Peturabo's words, images of those general's cannons that had caused so much damage to the Empire suddenly flashed into their minds.
No one knows where Peturabo got those devastating weapons from.
But according to Peturabo, those general's cannons were a gift from Ryan.
“Lies!!” Ryan growled.

His figure flashed, instantly appearing behind Perturabo. The sword of loyalty in his hand gleamed coldly, slicing another deep gash into Perturabo's body.

Perturabo also quickly used the power of Dragon Forest Star to reposition himself, creating distance between himself and Ryan, and began to unleash a large amount of artillery fire towards Ryan.

Ryan had no choice but to raise his shield to protect Fugen and the Emperor's sons behind him.

Perturabo used this maneuvering to constantly outmaneuver Ryan, almost never engaging in close combat, but simply maintaining distance and suppressing Ryan with his firepower.

"lie!"

Peturabo burst out laughing:

"I prefer to call it a secret!"

"But unfortunately we all know that the First Legion has no secrets."

"Just as the Second Reich never existed, the Third Primarch will never fall!"

Perturabo's words made both Ryan and Fugan's faces darken simultaneously.

The two acted almost simultaneously; Fugen's figure flashed, wielding his heavy hammer to tear a path through the barrage of fire.
Ryan then strolled through the forest, charging straight to Perturabo, his Sword of Loyalty slashing down.

Perturabo hastily manipulated his layers of armor to block Ryan's sword strike.
Despite his heavy armor, Ryan was never able to kill him with a single strike, and when his strike missed, Perturabo would teleport away to create distance.

This back-and-forth continued, and Ryan was unable to defeat Perturabo. He needed to find a way to get Perturabo to engage Ryan in close combat.
But how could Peturabo possibly give up his firepower advantage?
Just then, a miniature Doraemon slowly floated in front of Ryan, tapped the Imperial Shield in Ryan's hand, and waved its round hand at Ryan.
It was as if it were saying to Ryan: This shield won't do, I'll give you a better one.

To the bewilderment of Ryan and Perturabo, Mini-Dora slowly pulled a half-finished female robot from his pocket and slung it onto the Emperor's Shield.
(End of this chapter)