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Chapter 403 Vashtor: I want Caliban! I want the Three Sacred Treasures!

The universe is in turmoil.

The Milky Way is boiling.

In the increasingly bustling galaxy as heroes from all walks of life begin to take action, beneath the enormous wound hidden behind the veil of reality, the 'Machine God' Vashtor gazes with lingering fear at the burning Nurgle Gardens in the distance.

At this moment, the master of the forge felt that everything before him was unreal.

From the initial stealth and furtiveness to now leading a human army to invade the realm of the gods, the changes that have occurred in the real universe in less than a century due to the arrival of the Wings of Dawn are hard for anyone to accept.

The other side is no longer satisfied with relying on its own strength to compete with the gods.

Thinking of this, Vashtor also withdrew the various 'Iron Plagues' he had secretly applied to the war weapons in the Dawn Sector.

His caution, which had been under Ramses's close surveillance for a long time, saved him. At least he had only relied on the 'Iron Plague' to harass the Dawn Sector and had not thought of taking shortcuts to try to cause greater destruction by infecting humans.

Let Nurgle worry about the rest; after all, it wasn't him who got his garden burned.

The Warp has never been united, especially since Nurgle himself is secretly plotting other schemes. The gods don't mind giving this sluggish god something to do, at least to prevent probes from infiltrating their Warp Realm.

After all, locking onto a target from the real universe and charging in is a bit too ruthless, especially with a super henchman like Corax. If it were a lesser god, he would probably die on the spot if he was slow to react.

Vashtor couldn't help but shiver on the spot, withdrawing all information from the forge, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no crows or any shadows.

What the hell!

Suppressing his suspicions, Vashtor couldn't help but curse aloud in his heart.

He, a mighty mechanical god, the sixth great being about to step onto the card table, now has to live in fear for his own survival!
This cannot go on.

Clutching the scepter in his hand, on this AI-controlled ship with which he had already reached an agreement, Vashtor felt utterly insecure.

From driving their plans for the sake of desire to striving for survival, perhaps this is why all beings in the galaxy have suddenly become so extraordinary. They are no longer willing to wait for their destined moment, but instead pay the price to advance the process.

“I don’t want to bother you any longer, ‘Machine God’.”

A voice reached Vashtor's ears.

The stench, accompanied by the flow of gas, began to invade Vashtor's sense of smell.

"But now, you need to get going."

“I know I have been working to make the three artifacts overlap in space, but it is obvious that I still need your help.”

Vashtor stared at the two Astartes in front of him.

Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon.

He has recovered from the trauma of thirty years ago. Although the Legion era is long gone, he is still able to gather a considerable number of Astartes with his prestige.

Nurgle's chosen one, Typhon.

The Deathguard's 1st Company Commander directly commands the entire company and its subordinate units, and even has considerable influence in other companies due to Primarch Mortalian's long-term neglect of his offspring.

He was sent to assist Vashtor's scheme to unite the 'Three Sacred Treasures' into one, thereby granting the lesser god greater power. This also completely distanced Typhons from the plans being pursued by Mortarion and Korgas.

Now, this darling of Nurgle is clearly resentful of his father's arrangements.

“We have been helping, Vashtor.”

Typhons, leaning on his scythe, exuded a pungent stench that made Abaddon keep his distance, making his voice muffled by the writhing of his decaying organs.

"And now, in accordance with the will of my benevolent father, I no longer wish to be driven by you to attack those meaningless forging worlds."

Clearly, Dawnwing has angered Nurgle, and is now using Typhon as a mouthpiece.

Nurgle is hoping that some of the guys who are trying to take advantage of the conflict will play a role, at least to delay the Dawnwings' journey to Alterac.

And he was not allowed to refuse.

This attitude clearly angered the self-proclaimed superior Vashtor.

Damn Typhons! Damn Nurgle! Damn Ramses!!! Looking at the Plague Fleet surrounding him and his ships in the Warp, Vashtor couldn't help but curse in his heart.

What do you take me for?

I am Vashtor, the mechanical god, the sixth man at the card table, not your subordinate or slave to be ordered around at will.

"You need to lure the Stone Fortress under the command of the Dark Angels here."

Vashtor opened his arms, and a map of the Milky Way appeared before the two of them.

One of the markings was very conspicuous.

"That's it?"

Abaddon, who had been silent all along, asked.

Throughout his assistance to Vashtor, he prioritized preserving his strength, carefully commanding his troops, selecting those who were worth using, and eliminating any troublemakers among them when the time was right, thus bringing them completely under his control.

Because he was almost abandoned by the Four Gods.

The wizard's prophecy did indeed come true. The Dawnwings dealt a heavy blow to the Warp. The death of a Primarch and the significant losses suffered by several Legions shocked the Four Gods, who urgently needed to take action to change the situation.

Then the four gods abandoned him, the 'chosen one', and went off to play by themselves.

It's not exactly abandoning him, after all, he still commands the largest legion and fleet, and various Primarchs are vying for his help. It's just that, in terms of personal status, there is a certain degree of distrust towards him, and they prefer to let the Warmaster handle the overall coordination work.

After all, no matter how loudly he boasts, even if the head of the Horus clone is still hanging on his back, he is still just an Astartes.

He is not the original.

Now we are in the era of the Primarchs!

Zhan Shuai's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists.

He had been in this position for thousands of years, only to be discarded by the Four Gods like a rag, just like an actor who had lost his value. The appearance of a new character forced the Four Gods to bring on a more 'heavyweight' character ahead of schedule.

Abaddon found it hard to accept that Four Gods withdrew their investment.

The plan for the eternal war was almost complete. He had completely destroyed all the Blackstone arrays around Cardia and even gained control of all the Blackstone fortresses. The next battlefield plan was clear: once Cardia was breached, the entire galaxy would be thrown into turmoil.

Then it all suddenly ended, as if everything he had done before had vanished into thin air.

He knew, of course, that Kadia was now impregnable, and that the Dawnwings were paying unprecedented attention to that fortress, but that didn't mean he couldn't change his target.

Abaddon's gaze fell upon the vortex, which was heavily surrounded by Greenskins, Zerg swarms, and Chaos.

Cardia is indeed a choke point, but that doesn't mean it's the only region preventing the warp from invading reality. The massive wounds left by the War of Heaven in the galaxy are not something that this fragile reality, which is almost easily breached, can withstand.

Foolish gods, greedy gods, they could have held the entire galaxy in their hands, yet they let it slip through their fingers.

Recalling the prophecy the wizard had given him, Abaddon roared inwardly at those vulnerable areas located in the Great Vortex Sector.

If none of you can accomplish this great task.

Then let me do it.

He will lead a new force, putting unprecedented pressure on the already incredibly weak vortex, thus forcing the real universe to tear open a new wound, and the main force of the Black Legion will go to those areas isolated by the rift and take them over.

Thus, by controlling these star regions, he truly gained the power to confront the Dawn Star Region and the Empire, and by controlling these star systems, he also gained the right to negotiate with the Four Gods.

Laughter echoed from the subspace.

"That's all."

Unaware of Abaddon's inner turmoil, Vashtor gazed into the void, at a floating, broken sphere.

Those were fragments of Caliban that he had collected over ten thousand years.

(End of this chapter)