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

Chapter 449 Demonic Soul Possessed Weapon
Horus naturally saw everything that Malohurst did. Nothing could hide from the sight of the wolf god. Just like the Eye of Horus decorated on his chest, he could see through everything.

"Come on, I have already obtained the Black Stone Fortress, and I am very satisfied with your gift."

"Vashtor, the Lord of the Forge."

Following Horus' whisper, the Forge Master who had appeared before emerged from the Chaos Octagram runes on the floor of the throne room.

"As I said before, I am trustworthy." Vashtor said, and the roar of a machine sounded, "I will never let my allies suffer."

When Horus first met Vashtor, although the other party was very sincere, he did not agree to sign the contract out of caution.

But after acquiring the Black Stone Fortress mentioned by Vashtor in the Pacific Segmental Region, Horus changed his mind.

The contract, burning with black fire, emerged in the throne room of the Vengeful Spirit. This time, Horus signed his name at the bottom with his own blood.

When the contract was completed, Horus and Vashtor both felt a constraint from the High Heaven. They had to fulfill the requirements of the contract, otherwise they would be retaliated by the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Lord of the Forge finally revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart. Finally, He gained the trust of Horus.

In this way, His greater ambitions and goals became possible to achieve. As an independent Warp entity, Vashtor never wanted to serve as a Warp arms dealer beside the Four Chaos Gods.

What he wants is simple. The Lord of the Forge hopes to be on an equal footing with other gods of the Warp and become a corner of the Chaos Octagon. This is the meaning of his existence and his ultimate pursuit.

But the Lord of Mankind sitting on the Golden Throne has blocked this path. Four seats of the Chaos Octagon already have their own masters, while the candidate for the fifth position, the Emperor, has always been unwilling to be promoted to a god.

Vashtor didn't understand what the cursed one was thinking. The transcendence and ascension that countless Chaos Powers dreamed of were right before his eyes. He could achieve it as long as he took his left foot.

The Emperor is weighed down by unnecessary emotions and obsessions, and Vashtor will help him make the choices.

"Only when Horus overthrows the Emperor will I get my chance."

"Or I can force the Emperor to ascend to godhood. I won't lose in either outcome."

The Spirit of Vengeance and the Blackstone Fortress advanced at an incredible speed in the Warp. Under the interference of Horus, the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls had never been so calm, as if the entire Warp was pushing them forward.

From time to time, various distorted warp creatures appeared inside the Spirit of Vengeance. Those ferocious demons did not even dare to approach the throne room where Horus existed. There were two extremely terrifying psychic fluctuations there, which they could not afford to provoke.

They attempted to intimidate other humans on the battleship, but the Space Marines of the Sons of Horus simply ignored them, and some of the more ill-tempered ones even gave them a punch, completely blowing their bodies apart.

Especially the hot-tempered First Captain Abaddon. The increasing number of Warp Demons on the battleship made him irritated and uneasy. He gave advice to his father, but Horus told him not to worry.

"We are not slaves of Chaos. They are just our temporary allies, the forces we have to rely on in order to overthrow the false emperor."

"We and the Warp have never been one and the same. Be patient, my son."

There were quite a lot of people who thought like Abaddon in the Sons of Horus Legion. These proud Astartes still insisted on their pride as human beings. They were extremely disdainful of their companions who had become slaves of Chaos like the Emperor's Children and the World Eaters.

Their goal was to overthrow the false emperor and save humanity, not destroy it. On the deck of the Vengeful Spirit, the shadows of numerous massive furnaces emerged. Conveyor belts blazing with toxic flames and spewing thick smoke transformed the Glorious Queen-class battleship into a foundry.

The clanging sounds and the roar of heavy industrial machinery replaced the previous silence, and Vashtor simply projected part of his power onto Horus' flagship.

"Damn it! These abominations are desecrating our Vengeful Spirit." Abaddon frowned and cursed, but this was Horus' order, so he could only hold his nose and bear it.

"Ezekiel," Horus called to his eldest son.

Abaddon immediately ran over, and Horus ordered him to make all the Astartes take off their power armor and hand over their weapons.

If it were anyone else who dared to ask a Space Marine to take off his armor and hand over his weapon, he would probably have lost his head long ago, but it was Horus who gave the order, and they obeyed the Warmaster's orders 100%.

With the help of the servitors, the Gastlin Terminators took off their heavy cavalry power armor. Weapons such as power swords and chainswords were neatly placed together, while the unarmored Astartes stood side by side.

The company commander saw his combat brothers. Some of them had grown mutated bone spurs and tumors on their bodies, while others had become abnormally tall and no longer looked like humans.

The corruption of Chaos is spreading among the Legion, whether they truly believe in it or not.

Abaddon felt bitter, but he simply ordered the pharmacists and the sages of the Dark Mechanicus to help his battle-brothers remove the mutated parts of their bodies.

Horus tore open the veil between the Warp and the real universe, and with incredible strength he grabbed a human hive world that had been captured by the rebels.

There are more than 10 billion humans on this life-bearing planet. After their planet was captured by the Warmaster's army, they were not massacred as advertised. On the contrary, they were well provided for, as if Horus really came to liberate them.

They enjoyed a few months of good times, without having to work hard for tithes or be drafted into brutal wars.

It seems like the years are peaceful.

There were even some who were so moved by the kindness shown by Horus that they were willing to give up their faith in the Emperor and join the Warmaster's camp to fight for the Wolf-God's greater vision.

However, Horus's mercy was not without cost. In fact, these mortals were like livestock that were kept in captivity and waited for the right time to be slaughtered. The wolf-shepherd god's preferential treatment made them feel the beauty of the world, but at this moment, everything had to be paid for.

Demons like a tide appeared on this human world. The malice of the Warp was nakedly displayed in front of these naive mortals. Vashtor's followers, the demons, descended here to accept Horus's gift.

When beauty is shattered and heaven falls into hell, Horus and Vashtor are able to extract the most fear and resentment from humans, and those souls in extreme pain are more valuable than those who are tortured and numb.

Billions were sacrificed to the Forge Master and the Warp in a single day, and unspeakable horrors of slaughter and torture took place in the depths of the Warp.

And those demons that devoured many human souls were forged by Vashtor into the weapons and armor of the Sons of Horus. Those demons screamed and prayed for the mercy of the Lord of the Forge. However, in the eyes of these beings, the demons of the Warp and the humans who were sacrificed were essentially no different.

During this grand ceremony, Chaos Daemons were sealed into the equipment of the Space Marines, and the evil power of the Warp possessed the weapons, giving them even greater power.

When the Sons of Horus put on their armor and picked up their weapons again, they had in their hands a terrifying power far greater than ever before. The Wolf Shepherd God armed his sons so that they could better serve his great cause.

(End of this chapter)