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

Chapter 672 I am His champion, I am the Emperor Champion

"I don't speak logically? I always speak logically. It's just that sometimes I'm a bit illogical, but even when I'm illogical, I'm still very logical. It's just that the logic is unclear and makes it seem illogical."

“Fabius, your medicine is good, but it’s also not good. If it were a little better, it would be even better, but unfortunately it’s not good enough. But I still think it’s very good.”

"I really feel like I'm in a great state. When I'm not in pain, I'm not in pain at all, but when I'm in pain, I'm not in pain, you know?"

Abaddon's incoherent words came from the Hellbeast's enormous megaphone, which, along with the six drug pumps on Abaddon's back that were as big as gasoline tanks, were new modifications made by Fabius.

Aidoron's pale flesh trembled slightly from the blast of air from Abaddon's loudspeaker. He had initially tried to understand the meaning behind Abaddon's words, even believing that Abaddon's senses had been heightened by drugs and that he was making some kind of prophecy through his connection to the warp.

But Aidoron soon discovered that Abaddon was talking nonsense, as if his brain had been damaged by drugs.

“The dosage is too high!” Aidoron said confidently to Fabius Bayer, looking at the six medicine jars and vats behind Abaddon.

Fabius glanced at Edron with disdain: "He's a hell beast, his flesh and shell are fused together, so of course he needs a large dose of medicine."

“Then there’s something wrong with this drug!” Aidoron said with the same certainty and confidence.

"Are you questioning my research findings?" Fabius Bayer sneered. "This drug is extracted and refined from a very rare gene sequence. That gene sequence is simply a miracle of the galaxy. After that gene sequence is integrated into the flesh and blood, when consciousness is invaded by the subspace, it will automatically empty the brain, abandon thought, and isolate itself from the seductive illusions in the subspace."

"I can guarantee the effectiveness of this drug; I have conducted numerous animal experiments."

"Animals?" Edoron looked puzzled.

He hadn't expected Fabius Bayer to conduct any more animal experiments.
"Weren't there any human trials?" he asked.

“They originally had it, but after the injection, their intelligence became almost like that of an animal,” Fabius said with a flicker of his eye.

"Resistant to subspace, lowered intelligence... are you sure this isn't Eugen's genetic sequence?" Aidoron asked, frowning.

"Impossible. I've had a genetic test done, and the overall intelligence of the person who created this gene should be fine."

Fabius shook his head:

"The sample size is still too small. Perhaps it is the lack of willpower that has led to such a serious logical confusion."

"Would you like to try an injection?"

Fabius Bayer smiled and said to Edoron.

Edoron took a step back without leaving a trace and waved his hand in rejection of Fabius.

Fabius calmly put down the medicine he was holding.
"In any case, I have successfully contained the ferocity of Abaddon the Hellbeast and suppressed the eight demons within him that were constantly trying to tear him apart, so that he can at least understand human speech and move relatively freely."

“Vashtor’s technique is superb. This Abaddon Hellbeast is terrifying in terms of pure strength. Now I have further modified it. Ordinary people are no match for it.”

"The price of all this is nothing more than a little bit of intellect."

Aidoron looked at Abaddon with some suspicion: "Do you remember who you are?"

"I am... I am... I am the First Company Commander of Shadowmoon Wolf, Abba Abba Abbaton!" A raucous roar, uttered incoherently, echoed from within the Hellbeast.

But after a moment, he seemed to realize his mistake and quickly corrected himself:
"No, I am not Shadowmoon Wolf, Loken is Shadowmoon Wolf, I am... I am the son of Horus!"

"No, that's not right. I'm not the son! I'm the father! I'm the father of Horus!"

"No, I understand now, Horus's father was a false emperor, I am Horus's stepfather!"

Aidoron stared blankly at Abaddon, then couldn't help but put a little distance between them, glancing around with a hint of fear.

"If the Warlord were still alive, I would have turned him into mincemeat inch by inch." As a high-ranking officer during the Great Expedition, Aidoron still remembered the Warlord's imposing presence.

Even so, he won't die. The warp has endowed him with extraordinary vitality, allowing me to unleash my creativity freely.

Fabius Bayer smiled slightly and looked at Abaddon, the hellbeast beside him.
His eyes flickered slightly, and some drugs were automatically pumped into Abaddon's body, working in conjunction with various hormones and neurotransmitters to regulate Abaddon's emotions.

"This can awaken his hatred and make him know who he should hate and who he should kill."

"All he needs to do is kill. After all, our Black War General has spent ten thousand years proving to us that he's an idiot."

Aidoron nodded in complete agreement. In his eyes, Abaddon was a complete idiot. Leaving aside the first twelve Black Crusades, Abaddon's proudest achievement, the thirteenth Black Crusade, was even more of a stupid blunder in Aidoron's opinion.
Many things changed after Abaddon went his own way and completed the Thirteenth Black Crusade.
Before the Great Rift unfolds, warbands can ravage the Empire whenever they want, enjoy fighting loyalist warbands, roam freely across the galaxy, and cause as much trouble as they please.
After the Great Rift unfolded, the Chaos Warband poured out of the Eye of Terror, only to be met by Archangel Saint Gilles, Regent Guilliman, Lion Lion Ryan, the Ascended Saint Doraemon, and the original Forged million-strong Astartes army. It was as if they had been lured out of the Eye of Terror to kill the rebels.

Even hiding in the Eye of Fear, a group of fiery skeletons would suddenly appear from time to time. Aidoron even began to suspect that the opening of the Great Rift was a conspiracy orchestrated by the False Emperor through Abaddon.

Abaddon's body trembled slightly, and some indistinct sounds came from the hellbeast's loudspeaker.

Within the steel body, Abaddon's mutilated form was immersed in various drugs and hormones, and hatred was awakened under the influence of these substances.
The first image that appeared before his eyes was Fugen's pale face with a mocking smile on his lips.
It was he who caused Abaddon to fall into this state.
"Fugen. Fugen"

Abaddon's roar echoed from the Hellbeast's loudspeaker, and Fabius Bayer nodded in satisfaction.

But what Fabius didn't know was that Fugen wasn't the only one appearing before Abaddon at that moment.
A bald man with scriptures tattooed on his head, the last Shadowmoon Wolf, the False Emperor, the Rock—many figures appeared before Abaddon's eyes.

But in the end, Abaddon's gaze settled on a black knight wielding a black sword.
The Black Knight stared at him, his eyes burning with an endless rage, fueled by the hatred of a sworn enemy.
Sigismund

Abaddon murmured softly. Belisarius Doraemon's words made Fuchs's face freeze for a moment.

But his diplomatic instincts kicked in quickly, and his expression shifted from stiff to smiling in an instant.

“I, like you, hope that the Emperor, our Lord of Mankind, my Father of Genetics, will once again walk among men, but clearly this miracle has not yet occurred,” Fugen said softly.

“The hands of the Om Messiah-Emperor never shaped you.” Caul lowered his body slightly, scrutinizing Fuggen with his eyes, as if trying to see through Fuggen’s thoughts.

+ An arrogant mechanical insect.+
The voice still echoed in Fugen's mind, but Fugen's expression remained unchanged; he simply smiled.
"I'm curious, since you still refer to the Emperor as Om Messiah, what's the explanation for the existence of Om Messiah-Suneo?" Fugen changed the subject.

"Om Messiah is the incarnation of the god of all machines walking among humans. If you have studied ancient Christian doctrines, you will understand that Om Messiah corresponds to the Son of God in the ancient Trinity myth."

“And if you read history all night, you’ll find that God has a second son—no one says that the God of all machines can only have one agent,” Belisarius Dorra Caul said, staring at Fugen.

How dare he speak to a Primarch like that?
The chilling words swirled in Fugen's mind.

But Caul's gaze remained fixed on Fugen, who could only maintain his smile and say in a slightly grateful tone, "I see, thank you for your guidance."

"Fabius Bayer, has your creator arrived?" Kaul raised his head slightly and asked again.

Fugen's expression remained unchanged: "He is not my creator. My only creator is the Emperor—as for Fabius Bayer, I think he has already arrived."

“There is no trace of him in the warp; all is calm,” Belisarius Caul said.

"That's why I'm so sure he's here. Calmness is the greatest turmoil. You'd better not underestimate Bayer; his intelligence is no less than yours, and may even surpass it."

"You love him?" Caul asked.

Fugen's smile completely crumbled, turning grim in an instant: "He's a traitor."

“But you love him, and all created beings crave the Creator’s approval,” Caul said casually.

"Is this based on your experience, as the creator?" Fugen's expression was somewhat gloomy, and his fingers opened and closed slightly as if he wanted to grab a weapon and cut off Caul's head.

“No, this comes from Lord Guilliman’s thoughts,” Caul said, his gaze sweeping across the room.

The ambitious Fugen couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment.
But he took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mood, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and put on a smile again.

Kaul watched this scene and asked, "Where are the remaining materials in Fabius's laboratory?"

Fugen waved slightly, signaling Caul to keep up with him.
Fugan and Saul were in front, followed by Caul and the original cast leader.
The Primal Forged Head lowered his head slightly, and his psychic power caused his voice to resonate in Kaul's mind.

+This Primarch clone contained something enormous and terrifying. +
Upon hearing the words of the Former Forger, Caul nodded slightly and gently adjusted his robes a few times.
Hidden beneath Kaur's clothes is a tiny mini Doraemon.

The members of the Mechanicus were proud to receive more blessings from Ohm Messiah.
But what they didn't know was that Caul possessed a privilege that no other member of the Mechanicus had.

Kaur can communicate directly with Zhou Yun through Mini Doraemon.
+The clone's personality shows signs of splitting, seemingly resembling a situation similar to that of the real Fogrem from ten thousand years ago.
After a brief moment, Kaul heard Zhou Yun's voice:
"No need to worry about it, just let nature take its course."

Zhou Yun glanced at the report Kaul had sent back, then slightly withdrew his gaze.
Fugen, this clone actually stole a portion of Fugen's warp essence.

Or rather, a part of the being Forgrim identifies more with the clone Forgin.

Before the material universe existed, Forgrim was a thought that arose among beings in the galaxy in their pursuit of absolute perfection, symbolizing the infinite pursuit of perfection.

Absolute perfection is unattainable; humans can only strive to approach true perfection, but will never achieve absolute perfection.
Furthermore, in this process, the more perfect a person is, the more conspicuous, disgusting, and unbearable their remaining flaws become. It's like a grain of sand that goes unnoticed, but when the sand is heated into fragile glass, even a speck of dust becomes intolerable.

Therefore, the pursuit of a perfect ending inevitably leads to imperfection. The more one pursues absolute perfection, the stronger the backlash will be. When people discover that perfection is unattainable, extreme depravity often follows.

This is why Forgrim's fate was inevitably one of utter depravity; his current form is a manifestation of this essential aspect of him.

However, the noble pursuit of perfection still lurked within Forgrim's being, never disappearing; it's just that Forgrim has now completely fallen and no longer displays it.
But Fugen was different. Fugen was like Forgrim when he first embarked on the path to perfection, a purple phoenix reborn from the ashes, naturally attracting the noble side of Forgrim's nature.
Fugen and Fugrim are like a two-headed serpent, one head coiled at the beginning of the path to perfection, the other already fallen into the abyss of despair.
In Zhou Yun's more than 20,000 dreams, Fugen only obtained a portion of Fugen's essence a few times, but this time it was the largest fragment he had ever obtained. Perhaps the Purple Phoenix could truly be reborn from the ashes through this.

Zhou Yun slightly withdrew his gaze, looking at the jet-black blade in his hand. He raised the blade and plunged it into the cauldron before him.

Inside the crucible, fragments of several jet-black sword blades were slowly melting and being reshaped in the bubbling, scalding molten metal. A torrent of thoughts surged and converged within them.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yun asked softly.

"I"

"I am nothing."

"I have nothing, I have no thoughts."

"The Emperor is the sword of mankind, and I am the sword of the Emperor, just as the Black Sword is my sword."

"I was forged for revenge, I was created for duty, I am for the never-ending expedition."

“I am His champion.”

"I am the Emperor Champion."

(End of this chapter)