Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 429 Sign a Contract with Me (Request for Subscription)

"You need help, help from me." The demon named Vashtor spoke first.

Without any pretense or disguise, without one lie after another, the Lord of the Furnace stated his true purpose directly.

Horus' tense brows relaxed slightly. Although it was the first time he had dealt with him, the Wolf God was still surprised by this seemingly eccentric demon.

He was accustomed to exposing the lies of those demons, and then using naked force to threaten them to cooperate, so that those malicious entities in the subspace would surrender. Compared with them, Vashtor seemed so fresh and unworldly.

"You need more warships, more powerful Space Marine weapons, and more demon servants, and I have all of them," said Vashtor.

Abaddon stood beside his genetic father, staring at Vashtor with vigilant eyes. He did not believe the nonsense of these warp demons, especially when the other party offered seemingly generous conditions as soon as they opened their mouths.

Although the Captain of the First Company was not proficient in strategy and tactics, he had one advantage - Abaddon knew that he was not very smart, so he never acted smart.

"What do you want, demon?" Abaddon demanded.

The Son of Horus did not hesitate at all. He directly drew out his power sword, and with his other hand he took out the grenade launcher and aimed at the head of the ugly demon in front of him.

Vashtor remained unmoved. He waved his hand, and a black fire ignited from Abaddon's body.

Abaddon was startled and was about to pull the trigger, but he found that the Terminator armor on his body was melted and recast in the fire.

The same goes for his power sword and bolter. As the captain of the Sons of Horus, Abaddon's weapons are naturally fine-grade equipment forged by the masters of the Mechanicus, but under Vashtor's control, these mortal objects have undergone a transformation.

Abaddon's custom-made Terminator armor continued to expand and collapse. A psychic material that was much harder than ceramic steel replaced the original structure. It stretched freely like living metal, perfectly wrapping the company captain's strong body.

Vashtor controlled the other Gastalin Terminators around him, letting those loyal Primarch guards fire at Abaddon. The Sons of Horus in the Terminator Armor were simply unable to resist this Warp Demon who called himself the Lord of the Forge.

The machine soul of the armor was easily controlled by the opponent, and the Astartes inside were manipulated like puppets.

The powerful twin-linked heavy bolters spewed out tongues of fire, and each of those spiral-accelerated bombs could potentially kill a powerful Astartes outright. Ezekiel watched helplessly as the bombs hit his own armor, and then were swallowed up and assimilated by his own armor bit by bit.

No matter how many bombs there were, they disappeared like a drop in the ocean. The air was filled with the strong stench of burning bombs, while Abaddon's body was emitting heat and smoke, with no signs of being targeted by concentrated fire.

The grenade launcher in his hand loaded automatically, and the metal that was swallowed by the power armor was automatically transformed into powerful bombs, providing Abaddon with a steady supply of ammunition.

"This..." Ezekel looked at the changes in his equipment in horror. As a veteran who had experienced many battles, he naturally knew how terrifying the current armor would be once it appeared on the battlefield.

Abaddon's power sword ignited with black fire, and the machine soul began to roar passionately as if stimulated. Fine serrations appeared like teeth. The captain felt that his sword could tear apart all metal creations and severely damage the machine soul of any war vehicle.

"A small gift, Wolf Shepherd God." Vashtor smiled at Horus as if he had done something insignificant.

"I have blessed your firstborn son, and he will be the nemesis of all machinery."

The great warmaster watched this scene calmly. Even when his eldest son was enveloped by the black flames, he had no intention of rescuing him.

This is the Soul of Vengeance, the home turf of Horus. As long as the Wolf God is willing, he can mobilize the immense psychic power with just a flick of his finger and completely wipe out the pretentious demon.

Even Magnus, the most powerful Primarch, was far inferior to Horus at this time. As the chosen one by the Four Gods, he was no longer the same Primarch as before.

Ever since passing Moloch's Trial, Horus hadn't taken action again. Not even Abaddon knew what condition his father was in. "Tell me your purpose. If you are truly worthy of being my ally, you will naturally earn my friendship." Horus naturally wouldn't win over the other party with just a few sweet offers.

What he values ​​is strength. If Vashtor has the power of the Four Chaos Gods, he wouldn't mind treating him as an ally of the highest level.

The Lord of the Furnace understood that the Wolf Shepherd God was waiting for his sincerity, and He also liked such a straightforward partner.

"I know you need to fight against those warships from your so-called golden age that appeared in the human empire. Those celestial giant ships are indeed epoch-making war vehicles for the current human empire."

Vashtor said calmly, "The value of those warships far exceeds that of your Glorious Queen-class warships. They are masterpieces of mankind's most civilized and enterprising era, and they should have disappeared in the tide of time."

"But fortunately, those golden age warships are not unmatched."

Vashtor used his scepter to carve the pattern of the Chaos Octagon on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance. Once the pattern was formed, it began to shine in a certain direction, guiding the direction like some kind of navigation compass.

At the same time, an illusion-like shadow emerged in the eight-pointed star. The corpse of the burned-out star lay quietly in the universe. An ancient world was rotating around the white dwarf over and over again.

Horus took a closer look, and his rich experience in battle immediately emerged in his mind: this was an old crone world belonging to the Eldar. Those filthy aliens once regarded it as their home world, but it seemed to have fallen into extinction in the distant past.

A void creation as big as a planet is suspended above the orbit of the old woman's world. From a macro perspective, it is a magnificent octagonal star-shaped celestial giant structure, but when the angle is closer, it can be seen more clearly that it is the product of two quadrangular fortresses overlapping each other.

The central energy hub and structural center support this ancient alien creation. It has fallen into silence for tens of thousands of years, and no one can awaken these miraculous existences.

Horus stood up slowly, his aggressive eyes fixed on the eight-pointed star-shaped celestial structure.

"The Blackstone Fortress is the last legacy of the extinct Eldar civilization. It was created by their forging god Vaul. In the language of the Eldar, it is called the Vaul Amulet."

"It is mine," Horus confirmed.

He didn't care who the so-called Blackstone Fortress or the Amulet of Vaal once belonged to, but when the Wolf God saw it, the Blackstone Fortress already had a new owner.

"Those Eldar bastards have such abilities?" Horus finally became confused. During the Great Crusade, he had conquered several Eldar Craft Worlds, and the strength of those fragile aliens was not very strong.

On the contrary, those guys who claim to be the orthodox Eldar but are called Dark Eldar by the Ark Eldar are indeed quite capable. Their warriors are more warlike and barbaric, and have caused considerable losses to the Empire's expeditionary forces.

"Don't underestimate the Spirit Empire. They once made the entire galaxy tremble." Vashtor said, "I have told you the coordinates of the Black Stone Fortress. You just need to find it and you can use it."

Horus took a deep breath and he questioned.

"What do you want? The Master of the Forge."

Hearing Horus' question, the Warp Demon named Vashtor showed an expression similar to a smile, but it was impossible to feel his joy at all.

He pulled out a long contract written on the skin of some creature from his body. Densely packed subspace characters were imprinted on it, clearly and explicitly stating various terms and conditions. Horus estimated that the thing was at least over a hundred meters long.

Vashtor smiled and said, "I am the Lord of the Furnace and the Forge. My clients include the four great Chaos Gods. All gods need my demon engine to play the Great Game. Now, you can also become my client."

"Sign a contract with me, Chosen One of the Four Gods, and I will lead you to victory."

(End of this chapter)