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

Chapter 699 Abaddon: This team can't be led (three in one)

Betrayal is an addictive poison. Once it happens the first time, it will happen the second time.

Abaddon was well aware that these seemingly loyal allies could tear off their hypocritical masks at any time and turn their swords against him just to fight for their own interests.

In fact, when he arrived here with the last bloodline of the Son of Horus, he was already prepared for a bloody battle.

The winner will gain actual control over the next rebel forces.

There is no so-called goal, no so-called ideal, only the law of the jungle and mutual deception.

How sad it is that these Astartes who call themselves supermen are no different from the mortals in the space pirate bandit dens.

But now, the result that Abaddon had expected did not happen. At least all the legions were able to maintain harmony and unity on the surface.

This is a good start.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

The dark apostle Rajak, who was standing next to Abaddon, suddenly spoke.

He seemed to be controlled by some huge and transcendent will, and his aura changed accordingly.

In the shadow cast by the burning brazier, it seemed as if something was wriggling, trying to descend here.

"Horus failed. He failed to kill the False Emperor. He was an unfit weapon, possessing too many distractions and weaknesses."

"However, he also forced the false emperor to ascend the Golden Throne again. This is an opportunity we cannot miss."

Abaddon was not angry, for he felt that he was being stared at by some extremely terrifying beings.

It was as if his soul had been dissected cleanly, with all his thoughts and desires exposed under the noses of the Four Gods.

"That's... the Dark Gods!"

The power of the Veil was already weakened in the Eye of Terror, and the influence of the Dark Gods could descend here without much weakening.

Only when you are in the highest heaven can you understand how noble the so-called Four Gods of Chaos are.

Their existence spans the timeline and many dimensions. All people can see are their shadows cast in higher dimensions.

Abaddon gritted his teeth, almost breaking them with the sound of rattling.

He used all his willpower to block their influence on himself.

The lesson of Horus was still before his eyes, and Abaddon could not allow himself to be corrupted and degraded.

The Claw of Horus in his hand flashed with a scarlet light, even helping Abaddon to block the pressure from the gods.

Stained with both the Blood of the Emperor and the Blood of the Warmaster, this artifact has become a weapon of sorts.

Suddenly, the pressure on Abaddon was relieved, and a blessed power surged into his body.

They gave Abaddon a small test, and the captain passed the test successfully.

Abaddon had never felt such powerful strength before. It seemed that he could cut all the rebel representatives present into pieces with just a flick of his finger.

"Father, are these the things you are facing?" Abaddon murmured to himself, and understood Horus even more.

"The seemingly omnipotent power comes so easily."

The Four Gods were generous, and they bestowed their power of blessing almost without asking for anything in return, but Abaddon knew that things that were not asked for in return were sometimes the most precious.

Never trust the subspace completely. When you are coveting the interest of the subspace, the subspace is also coveting your principal.

Abaddon firmly controlled his own will, preventing himself from becoming a slave to power and a servant of chaos.

"According to the will of the primordial truth, after the fall of Horus, his eldest son, Ezekyle Abaddon, became the new co-elect of the Four Gods."

"The four supreme gods chose to continue supporting him and complete the unfinished work of Horus - overthrowing the rule of the false emperor and bringing humanity into the arms of the warp."

After hearing Rajak's speech, the other rebel leaders also had different attitudes.

Angerte and Kahn remained silent, as if they didn't care at all.

Typhon, covered in plague miasma and emitting a foul odor, was playing with the sickle in his hand, seeming eager to try.

Fabius Bayer had a meaningful smile on his face, and the mechanical arms behind his power armor were of various shapes.

The chainsaws, drills, and various potions trembled against each other as if they had life.

And rapid binary flashes flashed on the body of Casting General Keb Har, as if judging the conditions for the next cooperation.

"Whether the Four Gods support Abaddon or not is none of our business." Angertai said calmly.

His heroic and resolute face was enough to impress everyone, but no one dared to look down on him.

This is a ruthless man who dared to draw his sword against his genetic father and forced him to become a demon.

Moreover, no one here dares to say that they can easily defeat the combined strength of the Blessed Son and the Betrayer Kahn, whether in terms of individual strength or legion strength.

Ever since Kahn chose to retreat and flee, leaving behind his genetic father Angron, all the surviving rebels reached a consensus.

Kahn was a traitor. He betrayed his father and became the same kind of person as Angerte.

The Four Gods did not force these traitor legions to obey Abaddon, as this was not in their nature.

Chaos will not force anyone to do anything, but will only guide, shuttle, and provoke.

They just express their attitude towards Abaddon, and then Abaddon should rely on his own strength to win the support of others.

If Abaddon fails, it will only prove that the Chaos Gods have made a mistake in choosing him.

The subspace is not only cruel to outsiders, but also extremely cruel to its own people.

The Four Chaos Gods themselves were so immersed in the great game that they couldn't extricate themselves, stabbing and killing each other. How could they possibly unite?

"What do you mean? After betraying your ridiculous gene father, you still have illusions about the Empire?"

"Angeltai, I believe you are not such a naive person. Our hands are stained with the blood of countless humans. The sins we have committed are already unforgivable."

"If you dare to go back, they will punish you with the most terrible means and then destroy your legion."

"Don't use that childish tone, Abaddon." Angertai said, still maintaining a gentle demeanor.

"Why do you think that all we have to do is bow down to the Empire, apart from walking with you?"

"You go your way, I cross my bridge, you and I have nothing to do with each other."

"I know you still harbor boundless hatred for the Empire. You want to complete what your father never accomplished. You want the Empire to collapse and the galaxy to continue burning."

"But your father's ambition... is none of my business!"

Abaddon listened to Angertai's outrageous words and clenched his fists quietly. This was indeed what he thought in his heart.

What Horus could not do, he would do, whether it took a thousand years or ten thousand years.

No matter how powerful the empire is, as long as he perseveres in weakening it step by step and achieves his goals step by step, he will be able to make it collapse one day.

His expedition will never stop. If it fails once, he will try ten times. If it fails ten times, he will try a hundred times!

This was not to avenge Horus.

Abaddon knew who was the culprit who had caused Horus to become so demented.

Moreover, Horus later completely disappointed Abaddon. In his opinion, Horus's complete death was even a good ending.

Abaddon just wanted to prove that they were right, that the false emperor had deceived everyone, and that the future of Astartes was the yesterday of the Thunder Warriors.

He wants to keep his fighting brothers alive, and this goal can only be achieved if all the rebels unite and become a whole again.

But now it seems that people's hearts have been scattered, and the former legions have a tendency to become war gangs. Abaddon realized that something was wrong.

Abaddon had a gloomy face, and the Claw of Horus on his right hand was trembling slightly, emitting a strong murderous aura.

But Kahn was not afraid at all. He held the restored Blood Father and Blood Son in his hands and proudly stood in front of his brothers.

His current condition is very strange. He has retained the blessing of the Blood God, and at the same time, with the help of Angertai, he maintains a clear mind.

Although his butcher's nails were not pulled out, he had indeed fallen into a state of freezing.

In a sense, Kahn is now taking advantage of Khorne's power for free, which has brought his personal combat power to a terrifying level.

An ordinary bloodthirsty demon might even have his head chopped off by Kahn within eight rounds.

Abaddon's heart sank, and the idea of taking action was instantly extinguished.

Now he is confident that he can fight against Kahn, but once Angertie is added, he will be unsure.

These two now bring together most of the strength of the World Eaters and Word Bearers, and make up almost half of the rebels today.

However, this force was openly opposing Abaddon, and he, the new leader of the Four Gods, had no way to stop it.

"Do not bind us with your ambitions, Abaddon. You are the Warmaster of Chaos. I do not wish to be your enemy, nor do I mind being your enemy."

"We no longer wish to be bound by the so-called hatred and will of the Primarch.

We are free, and not even the Chaos Gods can hold us back."

"We pursue the possibility of harmonious coexistence between humans and the Warp, and are willing to work tirelessly for this purpose. We cannot work together if we do not share the same ideals."

"We have gathered in Midgard to tell you our stance. We, the Chaos Legion, are not afraid of war, nor do we want war."

"The power to start a war is in your hands, but the power to end it is in ours."

Angertai's tone was extremely firm, and he had the capital to be tough, so the other legion representatives could only acquiesce.

The Chaos Legion, as an independent mountain, has thus established its own transcendent status.

Abaddon also didn't want to force this originally neutral force into opposition to him.

Even if conflicts break out in the future, we must be tolerant now.

"We, the Death Guard, are willing to support you, but only if we are willing." Typhon's voice came out from the countless holes in his body, forming a special stereo sound.

It was as if countless mosquitoes were buzzing, flesh was rotting, and steel was rusting, mixing into a half-dead wailing sound.

"We are all children of a loving father, and war is not what we want to see."

Although the representative of the Death Guard did not directly refute Abaddon, he seemed to be "obeying orders but not decrees."

He could order them to do so, but if they were unwilling, Abaddon could only watch helplessly.

However, compared to Angerte, Typhons at least recognized Abaddon's status as a leader, so he could only accept it for the time being.

Abaddon has realized that his role is changing.

He was no longer the former Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus, and his concerns were no longer limited to the interests of his own Legion.

If he wanted to replace Horus and become the second Warmaster, he had to look at the overall situation.

He should rely not only on his muscles, but also on his brain.

Abaddon turned his attention to Fabius Bile, who had remained silent.

Compared with others, he valued this seemingly frail pharmacist more.

Now the situation has changed. Their strength has fallen into an absolute disadvantage compared to the empire, so what they need more are talents with special abilities.

Bayer, which masters the technology, is undoubtedly a popular company that everyone wants to win over.

The biological technology of the Emperor's Children is well-known, and this Bayer is the most skilled person in this field in the rebel camp.

Just because he can solve the problem of genetic seed production, no one would want to offend him.

Now that all the legions have suffered heavy losses, they are in urgent need of large quantities of gene seeds and young people of appropriate age for surgical transformation.

Whoever can gain Bayer's support will have the upper hand.

Bayer looked at the warlords in front of him with scorching eyes, looking at them as if they were fat sheep.

He didn't care what kind of ambitions these people had, because deep down, he didn't consider these subspace lackeys as his own kind.

He, Fabius Bile, the Chief Apothecary of the Emperor's Children, had always been a staunch supporter of the Imperial Truth.

Only the secret of genes attracted him to keep moving forward.

From the time he used the remains of his battle-brothers to study the secrets of the Legion's blight, to the time he added the DNA of the alien "Stingers" to the genetic sequence of the Emperor's Children in order to make the Legion more perfect, he has been delving deeper into this field step by step.

Of the many Astartes present, only Fabius was satisfied with the current situation.

At least during the Great Crusade, he didn't dare to expose his research openly.

Otherwise, the mere act of desecrating the remains of his fallen brothers and extracting their genetic material to prolong his own life, which was fading from the Blight, would incur the wrath of all the Emperor's Children.

Now that the Legion was broken and its Primarch had fallen, there was no one left to control Fabius.

"This is the best time. Order has collapsed, and I can study whatever I want."

"The Space Marines are just the beginning. I want to study the mysteries of the Emperor's Custodians, the Thunder Warriors of yesteryear, the great and holy Primarchs, and even the genes of the Emperor himself."

"I can also create my own Astartes, my own Primarch, and I will be the new Emperor!"

Deep in Bayer's heart, an emotion called curiosity was spreading wildly, making him even more crazy and paranoid.

This wasn't the instigation of a Chaos God, but rather his own mind had simply wandered down a path of madness. "The Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim, will no longer meddle in these trivial matters. Therefore, I can make a promise on behalf of myself and the Legion—"

"I don't care what your purpose or ambition is, I can help you."

"This is a fair deal. You complete my mission and search for materials for my genetic experiments, and I will naturally provide you with new troops and supplies."

"Whoever gives more will be given priority. This is my attitude."

When everyone heard Bayer's words, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to the benefits that the Emperor's Children Apothecary can bring, this condition is completely insignificant.

Even his neutral attitude made many people feel at ease.

If Fabius was truly selfless and offered some outrageous conditions, they would have to be careful about whether there was any fraud.

"Very good, I will definitely give you a satisfactory condition." Abaddon said.

He could no longer bear the misery of the Sons of Horus Legion, which was now on the verge of extinction.

The representatives of several major rebel forces have finished speaking. Given the strength and status of Azak Ahriman, the captain of the Thousand Sons Company, he should also appear in Midgard.

However, for some unknown reason, Ahriman has disappeared since he withdrew from the solar system, and he did not even participate in the gathering prepared by the Four Chaos Gods for Abaddon.

Ahriman's arrogance and selfishness made him not even give the Lord of Change any face.

There were also many defeated soldiers from other legions at the scene. Their organization and structure had been completely broken up, and they were now in a state of panic.

The Iron Warriors, Night Lords, World Eaters, Thousand Sons, Word Bearers, Alpha Legions, these legions have never been completely united.

Since the failed Siege of Terra, some of these Legions have broken away from the Legion and formed their own Chaos Warbands, eager to develop independently.

Now there is only one way left for them, either surrender to the strongest, or be strangled and have their gene seeds dug out to breed space warriors again.

"Forge General, what is your attitude?" Abaddon threw the topic to the Mechanicus representative who had remained silent all this time and asked seriously.

Bayer can provide support in terms of gene seeds, but other weapons and ammunition will depend on the power of the Mechanicus.

The Casting General's massive body was trembling slightly, and a surge of data streams swirled in his mind processor.

He was analyzing the contradictions and conflicts of interest among various factions, and making calculations to find the most advantageous option.

No more than 5% of his original flesh and blood remains in his body, making him closer to a machine than a human being.

After a few seconds, Cable Harr let out a binary sigh.

"We remain allies of the Sons of Horus.

Ezekyle Abaddon, after my rational calculations, you have the greatest potential to reunite the empire as a rebel."

"I'm surprised that the Master of the Forge still favors you. In my original calculations, I thought the probability of Him abandoning you was over 87.53%."

"We are still willing to fulfill the covenant, and you must also obey the oath your father once promised us—

Provide us with STC templates, and any lost technology you collect must be handed over to us, and the Moravec vaults beneath Mars will also belong to us."

Hearing the Forge General's support, Abaddon's back suddenly straightened.

It's getting better, everything's getting better.

As long as he can control the supply of materials on the one hand and the source of genetic seeds on the other, he will not be afraid that other legions will be unwilling to obey his orders.

He will become the Warmaster of Chaos, and he will gather these broken armies and fuse them together into a blade of vengeance to slay the Imperium.

He would kill those damned Primarchs, he would overthrow the throne of the false emperor, and he would make humanity wail and suffer under his will.

Abaddon understood that the purpose of this meeting had been achieved.

Their largest forces have reached a consensus that even if there are thorns like Angertai's Chaos Legion, at least they will not become enemies.

As for the other Chaos gangs that were not even qualified to attend the meeting, he would need to convince them with his fists.

All must submit to the Chaos Warmaster, who will launch expedition after expedition against the Imperium from the Eye of Terror.

Horus has proved that the theory of quick victory is wrong. Abaddon will use infinite patience and perseverance to expand his advantage bit by bit.

Abaddon had a smug smile on his face. This was what was meant by "after a dark period there is always a silver lining".

The current situation is better than he expected.

On the side, the Dark Apostle was looking at everything in front of him with satisfaction. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly and he shifted his gaze to the darkness.

That person is coming.

Erebus slowly emerged from the darkness.

His face looked ugly and false, and Horus himself had shaved it off with his own sword as a punishment.

"Why are you here?" asked Rajak.

Following the Dark Apostle's question, everyone present rushed over.

It is extremely rare that the rebel camps, which were originally at loggerheads and hostile to each other, have actually united.

They found one thing in common – Erebus was a fucking asshole!

Kahn had already raised his chainsaw axe, intending to chop down the beast that was trying to backstab Angertai.

If Angertai had not been on guard, he would have definitely died after being stabbed by the ritual dagger, and even the possessed demon could not have saved him.

However, this infamous hand of fate appeared calm and composed, as if he was not afraid at all that he would be attacked by the crowd.

"Everyone, please be quiet." Erebas said.

"If you still want to deal with the Empire, please listen to me and then kill me."

"Anyway, I'm already here, so there's no rush."

Erebus' words seemed to carry some strange magic, which made the anger in everyone's hearts stagnate.

Abaddon displayed the magnanimity of a Chaos Warmaster, and he also hated the other party, who was Erebus who suggested sending Horus to the Temple of Davin for treatment.

He wished he could skin the old bastard alive, pull out his tendons, and then tie him to the stake to torture his soul forever.

But now is the time to unite people, and he also expects this old bastard to give some unexpected surprises.

Erebas looked at the people in front of him with great arrogance and complacency, knowing that they were about to be played around by him.

It was he who personally pushed the Great Crusade towards collapse in the abyss, it was he who destroyed the Emperor's dream of resurrection, it was he who felled Horus and corrupted Lorgar.

Everything belongs to him. He is the hand of fate and the controller of the fate of this brilliant galaxy.

Perhaps my power is not enough to influence the galaxy, but what is important is never strength, but brains and wisdom.

And now, he has received a new revelation of his destiny.

"While you are planning how to launch an expedition against the Human Empire and the False Emperor, you must understand one fact."

Erebus said in a deep voice, an evil smile appearing on his face.

"While you are uniting, eliminating dissidents, and growing stronger, the Empire is doing the same thing at a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times the speed of yours."

"By the time you're ready, perhaps the Primarch's legions will have already stormed into the Eye of Terror and utterly crushed you."

"Just say what you want to say. We don't have much time," Abaddon said.

Erebus spoke slowly and in an aria-like tone about the revelation given to him by the original truth.

"It is necessary for you to form a united front, but more importantly, you must put the empire into a state of exhaustion.

We must constantly harass them so that they cannot fully recover and prepare for battle."

Everyone felt that Erebus was just talking nonsense. Everyone knew this, but the important thing was, what should we do?

Or in other words, who should do it.

To harass the human empire would mean to incur the enemy's wrath, and to be encircled and destroyed at all costs.

Nowadays, no matter which traitorous legion it is, it no longer has such strength.

"I know you all don't have the strength, and you don't want to be cannon fodder, but don't ignore this unique race in the universe—"

"Those damn, disgusting, green-skinned orcs whose minds are filled with the desire to fight!"

As Erebus uttered the word that made people instinctively feel disgust and hatred, everyone reacted immediately.

Abaddon even showed a nostalgic expression.

The glory of the Sixteenth Legion and Horus are inseparable from the green-skinned Orks. It was after defeating the Ork Empire originating from Ullanor that Horus was appointed Warmaster by the Emperor.

Countless beautiful memories flooded into his mind, but Abaddon forced himself to remain calm and suppress all those emotions.

Abaddon, cheer up, you are no longer the captain of the first company, you can't show any tenderness or weakness.

You are now the Chaos Warmaster. You must be absolutely cold, absolutely ruthless, and absolutely rational.

"Go on." Abaddon said coldly.

Erebus continued to recount the revelations he had received from the original truth.

"The green-skinned orcs are a plague on the universe. When they form a green tide, the entire galaxy will tremble."

"They were born for war. It's just that the original Ullanor Orc Empire unfortunately encountered the Great Crusade led by the False Emperor himself, which led to its collapse."

"We need to boost the morale of the green-skinned orcs and help them recover from their previous state of division as quickly as possible, and even become more powerful than before!"

Erebus's proposal was so crazy that even the traitors present found it ridiculous.

Every Astartes is branded with hatred for the xenos by the Emperor's genetic technology.

Especially aliens like the green-skinned orcs, who are extremely powerful but have a sense of civilization amidst their barbarism.

Yes, these barbaric green tides spreading across the galaxy have a high affinity with the word civilization.

Once their number reaches a certain critical value, a sudden civilization explosion will occur.

Perhaps overnight, the green orcs will move from their original barbaric state to civilization.

The former Orc Emperor Urak Ugr unified the green-skinned orcs, bringing together this race that was always at war and infighting.

Now, in order to slow down the human empire, they are offering assistance to their former mortal enemy. This is simply... outrageous.

"I admit that those green-skinned orcs are sometimes very powerful, but the wars of the past have proven one fact.

Even the most powerful among them, with the exception of the Ork Emperor, are no match for the Primarch."

"And if they are suddenly decapitated, the Orc Empire will collapse instantly. This is their fatal weakness."

"Relying on the green-skinned orcs to slow down the pace of humanity is a very beautiful but unrealistic fantasy."

Abaddon's attitude was very pertinent, and even Kahn and others nodded repeatedly.

And Erebus seemed to have anticipated what Abaddon would say.

"Yes, the Orcs we have in our impression are not that powerful, but you may not know that those green-skinned orcs are not just Orks."

A dangerous arc appeared at the corner of Erebus's mouth, revealing endless fanaticism and ambition.

"You can call them—Kork orcs, or ancient orcs."

Among the people present, everyone except Fabius Bile was full of questions.

They are good at killing orcs, but they don't know much about the divisions within the orcs.

Not to mention the so-called Korke ancient orcs, they had never even heard of them.

"Do the Kirk orcs really exist?" Bayer, who had always maintained a cold look as if he didn't care about anything, stood up and leaned forward to ask.

Bayer once captured and dissected some Ark Eldar. In the brains of these alien hybrids, he found clues about the ancient Eldar and ancient orcs.

"Of course. In that War in Heaven, these giants, who were stronger, more powerful, and more powerful than the current Orks, were one of the main forces on the battlefield."

"It's just that they were born too late, and the war had already inevitably become unbalanced. Otherwise, the outcome might have been different."

The corresponding knowledge was stuffed into Erebus's mind by the subspace, which allowed him to know these extremely obscure secrets.

As a conspirator who is best at instigating and guiding, he has great interest in this race that suddenly appears and can influence the situation in the galaxy.

As long as they are guided properly, even if they cannot control the green-skinned orcs, they can make them attack the human empire according to their will.

"What should we do? Where are those Kolk orcs you mentioned?"

"If what you say is true, then we must unleash the Kork Orks into a terrifying green tide that sweeps across the galaxy."

The hatred in Abaddon's eyes had disappeared without a trace, and he acted very sincere, wanting to get Erebus's help.

"The last Kolk orc in the galaxy is hiding in a very secluded place." Erebus smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

"The Tomb World - Solemnas."

(End of this chapter)