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

Chapter 448 The Twister and the Sacrifice (Subscription Request)

"Father has become even more powerful. He didn't have this ability in the past... like, a god."

Ezekiel Abaddon stared at his father and sighed sincerely.

He was proud of Horus' transformation. As the most beloved son of the Wolf God, Abaddon's eyes were filled with his father.

Horus had forcibly enslaved the massive Black Stone Fortress, causing it to leap back into the Warp along with the Vengeful Spirit and the fleet.

The Wolf God, who had shown only a tiny bit of his strength, returned to his throne room once again, sitting on the throne to calm the surging power in his body.

They will return to the Beta Garmon Cluster once again to have a decisive battle with those pseudo-emperor's lackeys who think they have the upper hand.

"You should address me as Warmaster, First Captain."

"This is a necessary honorific."

Beside Abaddon, an Astartes with a twisted body, who seemed to be suffering from illness, spoke sinisterly. He was not wearing the power armor of a Space Marine, but only a cloak, through which his extremely twisted spine could be seen.

He was holding a huge legion flag in his hand, with half of his body almost hanging on it, and he was also correcting Abaddon's overly intimate address.

Abaddon frowned, and grooves appeared on his overly smooth and shiny head. The guy in front of him named "Twister" was still as disgusting as ever.

Malohurst the Twister was once on a negotiation mission when the enemy shot down his Stormbird, causing him to fall from the sky to the ground and be seriously injured.

His body was incomplete, and although he survived with the help of the pharmacist, he turned into a twisted monster.

The Sons of Horus loathed this monstrous brother.

However, Horus did not abandon or stay away from this loyal heir. He was once a strong contender for the position of captain of a company, but due to his own injuries, Horus appointed him as his most trusted advisor and attendant.

Abaddon did not like Malohurst's attitude. This guy almost worshipped the Primarch as a god. The source of this bad habit was the Word Bearers' chief priest Erebus.

Abaddon cared more about the father-son relationship between him and Horus. In his eyes, they were father and son first, and then monarch and subject.

Malorhurst had once studied Chaos with Erebus, in order to better aid his Gene-Father, the Primarch he worshipped, but Abaddon suspected that Malorhurst had already healed his old wounds through the mystical arts of Chaos, and was merely pretending to be as incompetent as usual.

"We need to deploy some Astartes to be stationed at the Blackstone Fortress. Although the Primarch captured and enslaved it, he cannot allow it to control its body and weapon systems as freely as before."

"Those power systems and weapon systems need to be switched to a manually operated mode."

"Our Chaos Sorcerers and the priests of the Dark Mechanicus will take care of it."

Abaddon paid little attention to Malohurst, as he was busy communicating his opinions with other legionnaires.

"Remember, Blackrock Fortress is our spoils of war. We cannot let people from other legions enter Blackrock Fortress, as that will weaken our control." Abaddon warned.

The Sons of Horus nodded and followed Abaddon's orders.

When the Wolf-God sits on his throne and issues orders, Abaddon's will is the will of the Sons of Horus. This member of the Council of Four Kings has extremely high prestige within the Legion. Even Horus Eichmander the Younger is inferior to Abaddon.

"We need to strengthen the corruption of Blackstone Fortress for the Warmaster, First Captain. I can feel that the consciousness of Blackstone Fortress is resisting slavery. Although it is weak, it does exist." Malohurst said.

"Leave Blackstone Fortress to me, Captain."

"You should focus your energy on the Spirit of Vengeance, and let others share the other tasks."

The Twister straightened his back, looked up at Abaddon, and spoke.

Most of the quick-recruiting troops mentioned by Malohurst were warriors implanted with the gene-seed of the Sons of Horus. They did not have much time to train and experience the legion culture, so they generally used sleep hypnosis to implant their memories and combat experience.

Of course, some of the Speed ​​Conscripts used captured enemy gene-seed, such as the Iron Hands, the Imperial Fists, and so on. These warriors bred from the loyalist gene-seed were subjected to intensive brainwashing to ensure their loyalty to Horus's cause. As the war progressed, the number of pure-blooded Sons of Horus veterans had dwindled, and they did not have the time and energy to train the Astartes they once were.

It is for this reason that the Sons of Horus who died in the Battle of Zeta Garmon are so precious, as most of them were precious pure-blood veterans.

Abaddon hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to Malohurst's request.

He knew that the twister in front of him had some kind of selfish motive. His overly shrewd and scheming character was disliked by the Legion, but his loyalty to Horus was unquestionable.

As he said, Abaddon did not have much energy to take charge of Blackstone Fortress. Since Malohurst was willing to take on this responsibility, let him go.

After receiving Abaddon's authorization, the Twister put on his power armor again and landed in Blackstone Fortress on a Thunderhawk gunship.

This alien void fortress is even larger than imagined. Unknown metal materials fill the blank areas of the black stone structure, forming a maze-like structure.

Malohurst had arrived here with five thousand Speed ​​​​Enlistment soldiers. The expressions of these soldiers were numb, and they were completely different from the agile and determined appearance of normal Astartes.

Since Horus has locked on the polarity of amplifying the power of the Warp, the strength of the curtain on the Blackstone Fortress is almost non-existent. It is directly connected to the Warp, and they can easily mobilize psychic powers that are far more powerful than usual.

"Go and bring those mortal slaves here, and complete the Warp ritual as I taught you."

The Warmaster's retainers commanded, and the Sons of Horus's expedited troops immediately moved like robots receiving orders.

They drove the mortal slaves escorted from the warships to various locations in the Blackstone Fortress like livestock.

These human slaves who were captured from various human worlds had already become extremely numb. Their skinny and dark skin was almost cracked. Only the sound of the supervisors wielding whips could urge them to move forward.

These slaves included men and women, young and old, and all bore the terrible symbol of Chaos, proving that they were slaves of the Sons of Horus.

"Let's begin and offer sacrifice to the gods." Malohurst's voice sounded in the communication channel.

The Sons of Horus of the Speedy Regiment immediately began to carry out the orders, slitting the throats of mortals with ritual daggers or extracting their skeletal spines and manipulating them into suitable ritual objects.

Many mortal slaves tried to struggle, but had no choice but to succumb to the violence of the Sons of Horus. However, more people simply faced the coming massacre numbly, as if they had seen that they were about to be liberated.

But unfortunately, there has never been any relief.

Not only their bones and blood will be used as sacrifices, but more importantly, their souls are the best sacrifices.

The High Heavens bestowed a blessing on them for their sacrifice, and more Warp power seeped into the Blackstone Fortress. Traces of pollution and signs of Warp corruption began to spread.

All mortals were slaughtered, and terrible blood began to flow along the terrain, while Malohurst walked on these sacrifices and continued to pray to the warp.

Demons from the Warp followed, and more and more nightmare creatures descended upon the Blackstone Fortress. For a moment, it seemed as if a swarm of demons were dancing wildly. This powerful weapons fortress forged by the Eldar god Vaul was filled with demons.

The next moment, Malohurst commanded the demons, screaming and drilling into the body of the Astartes of the Sons of Horus's expedited army.

Those Astartes who had been brainwashed and become numb suddenly began to scream, and the demons of the Warp greedily licked their flesh and blood, and even sucked the souls of the Sons of Horus.

"I learned the method of making the Blessed Son from Erebus, and now, these weak Speed ​​​​Enlistment Army have been transformed by me into the Blessed Sons of the Sixteenth Legion."

The Warmaster's attendant murmured weakly that for Horus, he could do anything and pay any price.

He delighted in both betraying the Emperor and transforming his nominal battle-brothers into hosts for daemons.

Everything can be abandoned and sacrificed as long as Horus can rise and become the only sun.

(End of this chapter)