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

Chapter 698 Gathering at the Eye of Terror (Three in One)

Even someone as great as the Primarch has his own psychological limits.

After experiencing the heavy blows of nearly losing Sanguinius and Curze forever, being abandoned by the Lion, Russ, Jaghatai Khan and Corax, the disappearance of Malcador, and the disappearance of Dorn and Perturabo, Guilliman's psychological defenses temporarily collapsed.

He felt that the universe had infinite malice towards him. Why did it throw this damn pile of shit at him and make him shovel it alone endlessly?
The Empire is in such a mess that even Guilliman sees no hope of completely rectifying the situation.

At Sigismund's call, Marius Gage and Titus Prieto, who were guarding outside the door, immediately rushed in.

The Primarch's Ever-Victorious Guards and medical team immediately rushed to the scene.

The Ever-Victorious Army skillfully supported their father to prevent the unconscious Guilliman from having his airways blocked by his own saliva.

The pharmacist then injected several shots of powerful adrenaline into the skin of Guilliman's neck, mixed with some medical nanorobots that could be metabolized.

The pharmacist also checked the physical condition of the Gene Father.

Well, nothing serious as usual, just some symptoms of arrhythmia.

Just seconds after fainting, Guilliman was rescued by his sons.

However, this Lord of the Limits looked so hopeless that he didn't even have the right to lie down and pretend to be dead.

Gage and Titus were extremely nervous beside him, fearing that their father had suffered some hidden injury or suffered from some delayed psychic curse.

The Chief Think Tank used his psychic spells to examine the Father of Genes over and over again, but he still didn't get tired of it.

"Okay, okay, boys, I'm fine."

Guilliman waved his hand to reject his offspring's kindness. He had to find out where Dorn and Perturabo had gone.

"Use your psychic powers to divine where my two brothers went and why they suddenly disappeared."

Sigismund's shiny bald head flickered like a candle flame, and his eyes were fixed on the think tank director.

"Okay, but I need some of Lord Dorne's personal belongings to increase the accuracy of my spellcasting and divination," said Titus.

Sigismund quickly took out a power sword called the Lord of Domination, which was the magic weapon he got when he ran for the new commander of the Templars.

At that time, Sigismund defeated 199 Templars on his own without any chance to breathe or rest.

After Sigismund was exhausted, he broke through himself again and defeated the weapon master buried in the fearlessness of the Contemptor with his unstoppable will.

Dorn witnessed this and declared that Sigismund made him proud, and when he announced him as the new Master of the Templar, Dorn gave him the Power Sword as a reward.

The director of the think tank took this power sword with profound meaning, and then opened his psychic eyes to explore the whereabouts of Rogal Dorn.

It is very difficult to spy on a Primarch. When Titus was on Macragge, he used divination to track down the whereabouts of the Night Haunter.

At that time, Koz used his psychic power to directly block his own existence, leaving the think tank director with nothing.

Fortunately, Dorn was not a Primarch famous for his psychic powers. Although he had psychic talents, he rarely used them.

Or to put it another way, Dorn's talent is to make everyone who talks to him lose their defense and get angry?
Titus tried hard to track down Dorne's location, and soon he found clues about him.

However, the think tank director's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he tried hard to find a suitable adjective to describe the current situation of the two Primarchs.

Sigismund's eyes were so anxious that he seemed to want to eat the director of the think tank alive. Under tremendous pressure, Titus spoke slowly.

"Don't worry for now. According to my observations and divinations, the Primarch's safety is not in question."

With the Primarch's monstrous physique, he would not die immediately even if he fell into the cold and oxygen-deficient space.

As for those space bodies with extreme environments, as long as they are not white dwarfs or neutron stars, they can survive tenaciously.

"They appear to be on a battlefield."

Sigismund was so excited that he wanted to lead his men to fight immediately to find the lost father of genes.

"But unfortunately, the difference between the Primarch and us is not the distance in space, but in time."

When Titus said this, everyone was stunned.

"Wait, their time coordinates have been rewritten again. Emperor, I have never seen a being that can travel through time so freely."

"Sometimes they appear in the future, sometimes they appear in the past. Sorry bro, there's nothing I can do."

Sigismund's face turned pale, but his reason still prevailed, and he understood that the Ultramarines in front of him had done their best.

"The Imperial Fists remember your help, brother." Sigismund touched his breastplate with his right fist. "Next, we will use our own methods to find our father."

"Alas," Guilliman sighed.

He understood that this must be the result of the time anomaly in his two brothers, and this entanglement phenomenon was even more serious.

Guilliman felt a slight headache. He must find Dorne, but how to find him was indeed a problem.

A large number of government affairs are waiting for Guilliman to coordinate and handle. As the thirteenth seat that is not among the twelve seats of the High Lords, he often needs to handle more work than the High Lords.

The only thing that made him feel at least somewhat relieved was that Malcador had already introduced a number of stone men into the Empire's Ministry of the Interior and Ministry of Justice to assist in processing the vast amount of documents.

The artificial intelligence, whose main body is shrouded in the Black Stone anti-psychic array, can also assist in computing and processing affairs, which can at least free them from extremely inefficient manpower.

In addition, a large number of imperial officials were ideologically shaped by the difficult years of the solar system war, which allowed a breakthrough in this huge mountain of shit.

If it were still like before, relying entirely on manpower, servitors and the most basic Thinker computers, Guilliman would rather choose him and be lost in time, never to return.

……

While Guilliman was still immersed in despair over the endless work, some people were racking their brains to find a way out.

Ezekyle Abaddon stood on the shattered bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. Through the broken porthole, he saw the light of the star behind him growing dimmer and dimmer.

The light seemed to have hit some invisible lens and began to drift around, becoming even more hazy and uncertain.

Light is sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When it is slow, you can even touch the moving photons with your fingertips.

Even Abaddon's muscular brain could tell that this was because the physical laws of the area had been distorted by the power of the Warp.

They are moving away from the real universe, but not by jumping through subspace.

After the decisive battle between the Emperor and Horus, Abaddon fled to the Segmentum Obscurus with the remnants of the defeated Legions.

In this remote area in the northwest corner of the Milky Way, there is a giant astronomical phenomenon called Cygnus X, which Perturabo named the Eye of Terror.

This is the manifestation of the subspace eroding the real universe, and it is a hideous and difficult-to-heal scar on the universe.

Within the range of influence of this Eye of Terror, the rules of the physical universe and the energy of the subspace are intertwined, ultimately forming a complex situation in which you have me and I have you.

Even ordinary humans can survive in this chaotic area, of course at the cost of being contaminated and corrupted by the ubiquitous warp energy.

Space, time, energy, life and death all become blurred here. It is possible that you only feel that a few minutes and seconds have passed, but hundreds of years have passed in the outside world.

Abaddon and the other rebels fled in such a hurry that although Vashtor helped them, it was limited to "helping" them.

He sent the Spirit of Vengeance into this chaotic area and once again took the souls of some of the rebel survivors.

Vashtor believed in fair trade, so in his opinion, it was normal for him to take something for helping out.

The once majestic and eerie Vengeful Spirit is now little more than a space hulk.

A large number of battleship platforms were completely scrapped. Although only a trace of the aftermath of the battle between Horus and the Emperor leaked onto the battleships, it still made them shaky and could disintegrate at any time.

The machine spirit of the Spirit of Vengeance was wailing, and the remaining priests of the Dark Mechanicus were trying their best to keep the systems running and the engines burning, pushing the giant ship to escape further.

The entire human empire has gone completely crazy. The fear and pain they accumulated under the shadow of Horus have all transformed into pure anger and desire for revenge.

Ryan Johnson and other Primarchs led their respective legions to attack from all sides and strangle the rebels who had long lost their fighting spirit.

Horus was dead, and the only traitor Primarchs left were Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Angron, who had ascended to the daemon realm.

Having lost the anchoring of the ritual medium, these ascended primarchs have returned to the warp and find it difficult to enter the real universe.

Abaddon looked helplessly at the few cats, big and small, following him.

When he followed Horus in the past, he had hundreds of thousands of Astartes, thousands of warships, and tens of billions of mortal auxiliary troops and cultists. It was so glorious and glorious.

And now, what do they have left?
The Sons of Horus were almost finished, with Abaddon being the only one left in the Council of Four Kings. Abaddon himself had destroyed all of the Gastlin Terminators at the Saturn Wall.

Damn Dorn, damn Perturabo, Abaddon vowed to kill both Primarchs.

The most crucial thing is that Abaddon was unable to even retrieve Horus's body, which had turned into dust in the Emperor's arms.

To be honest, even someone as strong-willed as Abaddon had the thought of "let it be" and "forget it" countless times when he saw this mess.

They no longer have a chance. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks they have, they are all in vain.

Even though the power of chaos protects them, their essence is still human.

Without the foundation of the real universe, they are like rootless water, and sooner or later they will run out of resources and destroy themselves.

However, there are still people following Abaddon.

The dark apostle of the Word Bearers, Rajak, still follows Abaddon like a shadow.

Compared to the once glorious Dark Apostle, Rajak's body is now shriveled and curled up, and he can't even straighten his back.

He could no longer wear power armor and was only wearing a light gray linen robe. The exposed skin was as dry and withered as a dead tree that had been weathered for thousands of years.

His life force was extremely weak, as if he might die naturally in the next second.

Abaddon looked at Rajak with a hint of admiration and helplessness. He saw all the loyalty displayed by the other party.

Loyalty, one of the most precious qualities of the Astartes, had long since disappeared in the corruption and erosion of Chaos.

Abaddon felt immense pain as he looked at his crazy and mad battle brothers.

"Tenacity, please remember this, my lord." Rajak's hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"As long as you don't give up in your heart, we will have another chance."

"And you are not completely without anything. After your father's death, the great original truth has set its sights on you."

As he spoke, he began to cough violently, spitting out some blood-stained phlegm and some fragments of internal organs.

"They are watching over you, and you will receive guidance and help."

Listening to the whispers of the Word Bearer beside him, Abaddon showed a smile of extreme disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Ridicule, sarcasm, and dissatisfaction mixed together, turning into bitter wine that poured into the company commander's stomach, turning it upside down.

"Watching me?" Abaddon said. "It is nothing but control and enslavement."

"I saw with my own eyes how my father went from being a wise, powerful, and majestic warlord to a man with Alzheimer's disease, drooling, a perpetual smirk on his face, and muttering about his shattered memories!"

"I've done many wrong things in my life, but the worst one was when my father was assassinated on Davin Star. I believed Erebus's lies and sent my father to the temple."

"If you do that again, I'll cut that bastard Erebus into pieces!"

As Rajak listened to Abaddon's curses and anger towards the Hand of Fate, he suddenly smiled with extremely stiff muscles on his face.

He has a close relationship with Erebus and is well aware of this conspirator who has been manipulating the situation behind the scenes.

"Erebus is special. His evil is so pure and chaotic, closer to the essence of the Warp. He doesn't even need Chaos corruption because he is already so bad."

"But even so, the Primordial Truth does not like Erebus, so no matter how wicked he commits, he will not be rewarded by the Ascended Demon."

"My Lord, your decision to be wary of the Four Chaos Gods is correct, but you should not resist the Warp."

"Horus failed simply because his will was not strong enough. His mind had too many weaknesses and loopholes, so he was left with nothing."

Rajak's blasphemous words made the veins on Abaddon's forehead bulge, and he looked as ferocious as a poisonous insect burrowing under his skin.

His proud, pointed bun trembled constantly, and Abaddon had to use all his strength to endure Rayak's blasphemy against the Father of Genes.

"This is the last time. Don't let me hear you slander my father again."

"Although Horus failed, he raised the banner of rebellion against the Emperor. Everyone will remember the pain Horus brought to the galaxy forever!" "Everyone must respect him. It was he who exposed the hypocrisy of the false Emperor and revealed the truth of this world. He is a respectable and tragic pioneer."

The Dark Apostle did not refute, he listened wholeheartedly to the whispers of the Chaos Gods.

As they moved deeper into the Eye of Terror, the veil weakened and the whispers became clearer and clearer.

His dull and turbid eyes slowly brightened up.

"To Midgard, my lord."

"The Dark Gods have brought forth their great will. All that opposes the Imperium of Man are gathered upon this world, deep within the Eye of Terror."

"Angeltai and Kahn, who escaped during the Siege of Terra, are already waiting for us there."

"And the Emperor's Children and the Death Guard, they are there too."

Abaddon instinctively rejects anything related to the Four Chaos Gods, and he is always wary of the corruption of Chaos.

But he looked again at the now devastated warship, the withered Space Marines and the gradually depleted mortal slaves.

They could no longer continue like this. Without supplies, they would die.

"Do as he says and go to that Midgard." Abaddon gave the order.

The only remaining Dark Mechanicus priest immediately began to make arrangements. The Spirit of Vengeance, with its hull exposed, shuttled through the complex environment of the Eye of Terror.

From time to time, Chaos Demons would sneak onto the damaged warship and be strangled to death one by one by Abaddon.

After Horus's defeat, his body turned to dust and dissipated, but the Claw of Horus, the divine weapon that had severely damaged the Emperor, remained.

However, the World Breaker hammer has been completely damaged and turned into a pile of twisted scrap metal, which is a pity.

The power claws stained with the blood of Horus and the blood of the Emperor are even more terrifyingly powerful.

It not only has a special effect on humans, even the demons of the warp fear its power.

After Abaddon killed several demons, he suddenly felt a special power flowing into his body from the power claws.

He got stronger, just a little bit.

Abaddon killed the demons and passed the time finding joy in suffering.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but a completely corrupted star finally appeared in their sight.

We have arrived at Midgard, a demonic world where some of the original human construction remains.

The towering tower building was dead silent with no sign of human life. From time to time, creatures from the subspace emerged from the darkness, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

Huge Chaos warships were moored on orbital platforms extending from the top of the tower, and Abaddon recognized the names of those warships.

Abyssal Fury-class battleship, Trinitarian Prayer.

Angerte took away a warship that was larger than the Glorious Queen. This despicable guy betrayed his comrades during the siege.

He, like Kahn, is a damned traitor.

Abaddon felt upset whenever he thought of this incident.

Although he understood that the forces led by Angertai and Kahn could not play a decisive role, even if they attacked together, the outcome would not change.

But a traitor is a traitor, and Abaddon hates these treacherous people with great hatred.

In addition to these two traitors, there are two extremely large space battleships in orbit.

The Death Guard's flagships, the Endurance and the Terminus Estrange, Abaddon remembered their names.

But now, these two warships are covered with some kind of dark green moss.

Various sticky liquids glowed with a disgusting glow, and giant pieces of flesh and blood that looked like intestines kept wriggling and twitching, making it difficult to distinguish their original appearance.

Even from a distance, Abaddon seemed to have smelled a disgusting stench, which must be the plague pigs of the Death Guard.

It was ridiculous to hear that their Primarch was not only captured, but also turned into a woman.

A blue-purple warship, much smaller than the Queen of Glory, stood proudly alone. It was a warship of the Emperor's Children Legion, but it was not the Pride of the Emperor.

Abaddon didn't know who was coming to the meeting on behalf of the Third Legion, he just hoped it wasn't that disgusting she-man-serpent Fulgrim.

In addition to the warships of these legions, the largest number of remaining ones are all Dark Mechanicus starships. All the believers who escaped from Mars have gathered here.

A mechanical ark that is much larger than the Queen of Glory-class battleship is currently transporting supplies above the demon world.

That was the flagship of the former Martian Forge General Kyber Har.

In this desolate and dead eye of fear, these people of the Dark Mechanicus have undoubtedly become the source of precious supplies, and everyone must rely on them to survive.

In the past, when they were still loyal to the empire, they didn't notice much.

As the war commander's direct legion, they have always received the best supplies and have almost never had to worry about supplies.

But now, not only can the warships damaged in the war not be properly repaired, but even the promethium fuel used in armored vehicles, clean food, and drinkable water have become scarce.

It would be more appropriate to say that they are dogs that have lost their home rather than defeated generals.

Abaddon became excited when he saw the fleets of the Dark Mechanicus. No matter what, it would be right to repair the Spirit of Vengeance first.

Horus had always been wary of that old guy, Kyber Hal. This guy followed the Warmaster to achieve his own interests and ambitions.

He was a vicious wolf that could not be tamed, and Abaddon was not sure whether he could still subdue Kyberhar.

The damaged Vengeful Spirit approaches Midgard.

Due to the failure of some small engines, the Glorious Queen-class battleship almost staggered and crashed into the orbital platform.

Fortunately, the warship was still solid and durable, and Abaddon regained his footing after a dizzying sway.

The Captain of the First Company led the remaining Sons of Horus to the planet that originally belonged to the Iron Warriors.

However, with Perturabo's defeat and capture and the surrender of the Iron Warriors, the ownership of this planet has changed hands again.

Although this is a demon world, it is one of the few places in the Eye of Terror where one can settle down.

Although the indigenous people here have been polluted by chaos, they can at least be used as slave laborers, and the metal minerals and other resources here can also be processed and utilized.

Wherever Abaddon went, there were towering pillars and slave pits.

Those humans who have exhausted their last bit of vitality in cruel torture and hard labor will be processed and turned into reusable resources.

Corpses are precious here because these materials can be recycled with simple processing.

In the white sky, a black sun shone through the swirling smoke, casting its light onto the earth.

But this light did not have the slightest warmth, and Abaddon even felt his scalp slightly cold.

Everything here was terrible, but it was the best place they could find.

This is the horror of the damn Eye of Terror, it is too barren here.

As they gradually went deeper into the core area of this demonic world, traces of the Astartes from other legions finally appeared.

Compared to the Sons of Horus beside Abaddon, their situation is much better.

At least they still had complete legion organization and were not covered in scars like the Sons of Horus.

Abaddon's heart was filled with hatred, and he hated his allies for not giving their all in the war.

If they could be faster and stronger, perhaps the outcome of the war would be completely reversed.

They wouldn't have to survive and huddle together for warmth in this barren and terrifying world.

The fundamental reason why the rebels fled to the Eye of Terror was that it was too dangerous and did not produce any precious resources.

The Human Empire felt that it was a waste to abandon the enemy, so they were unwilling to pursue it excessively.

Abaddon's face was as calm as a still pond. His facial muscles moved slightly, and a hint of his former pride appeared on his face.

He straightened his back, once again projecting a powerful sense of confidence and fearlessness.

As the only pillar of the Sons of Horus Legion, Abaddon must appear fearless to deter the jackals hiding in the dark.

"Whether we are allies or fish on the chopping board, it all depends on today." Abaddon sighed in his heart and couldn't help but clench the Claw of Horus in his hand.

Only force can determine the fate of one's brothers.

If the Legion were still there, they would have done much more than this.

This is an extremely spacious conference room, but now it looks extremely gloomy and terrifying.

The original lighting system has been destroyed over time, and only a few braziers placed around the edge provide a weak light source.

The dark blue flames looked like ghost fires, and even the howling of humans being tortured madly could be heard as they burned, adding a bit of weirdness to the atmosphere here.

Some subspace creatures lurked in the shadows of the corners, staring at these humans greedily yet fearfully. They could keenly sense the differences in their prey.

"Ezekel." A clear and deep voice sounded, which was out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

"Anger Tae," Abaddon responded.

That man is the current leader of the Word Bearers and the perfect Blessed Son.

Angerte still looked so calm and elegant, as if he had come to attend a cocktail party to celebrate the victory of a great expedition.

Beside him, the silent Kharn stared at Abaddon with his crimson eyes.

This silent World Eater was exceptionally quiet, completely different from the crazy creatures Abaddon had in mind.

The opponent's Butcher's Nail seemed to have frozen, and did not emit a creepy scream.

The company captain suddenly felt an itch on his neck, as if Kahn was going to chop off his head at any moment.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally here."

The Death Guard Lord Typhons said in a muffled voice that he occupied a large area of space by himself, and the other rebels did not dare to get too close to him.

Countless plague mosquitoes and flies were buzzing in and out of the scars and holes on his body, making people shudder.

Although Typhons was killed in battle by Captain Garro during the Siege of Terra, he had already become a Daemon Prince of Nurgle and was practically immortal.

The Plague Father reshaped him himself and asked him to represent Plague Garden to attend this meeting.

"We are gathered here today to discuss our future strategy."

“Where do we go from here?”

"Now that the Warmaster is dead, if we continue to be divided, we will only face defeat."

The speaker was a son of the Emperor with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a circle of long silver-white hair that fell to his chest.

He is also the only pharmacist among everyone present: Fabius Bayer.

In Fulgrim's absence, Fabius took on the mission of speaking for him.

The Casting General's huge body twisted in the darkness, appearing and disappearing, and Keb Har also revealed his true form.

Everyone turned their eyes to Abaddon, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious and stable.

There was no tension, no swordplay, and no betrayal again.

Abaddon calmed down a little and strode towards the round conference table.

The thing he was most worried about did not seem to happen, and the legion representatives present were still waiting for his instructions.

Abaddon clenched his fists slightly, realizing the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He must complete the unfinished work of Horus, and he must keep the galaxy burning!
My brother Dun is always victorious
(End of this chapter)