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However, a gaze hidden behind the Webway gate has already moved here. It comes from the dark Craft World deep in the Webway, from a library full of destructive power and forbidden knowledge.

It was a massive structure, with a charred, crystalline exterior and an intricate array of leaves and patterns that made up the flowing elegance characteristic of Eldar architecture.

The various complex passages, corridors and rooms form a deliberately designed maze, the foam vault is filled with taboo knowledge and dangerous artifacts, and a neurotic clown is performing a grandiose show in the huge theater.

He saw Horus's gaze, and the two looked at each other from afar through the Webway gate. The huge, sharp chin formed a stunning arc, and the exaggerated and colorful robes sparkled with the colors of divinity.

The clown leaped on the stage with a special sliding step, and saluted in the direction of the webway gate with great courtesy and elegance.

“You are not the inviter.” said the being in the library.

"This is a performance venue. No entry allowed."

Then the Webway gate in front of Horus collapsed rapidly, and even he was unable to stop the process.

"The Eldar... still-living gods, interesting, interesting." Horus was not angry at all. The collapsed webway gate quickly turned into countless points of light and dissipated, as if nothing was left.

Horus' mind was filled with the shadow of the library behind the clown god.

The Sons of Horus of the Vengeful Spirit urgently airdropped to the surface of the Blackstone Fortress. This huge void fortress had been paralyzed and all its defenses had failed.

"Father!" Ezekyle Abaddon, with his long pointed hair, urged his huge armor blessed by Vashtor to rush to the side of the primarch.

Horus's movements were too fast for them to keep up.

Seeing that Horus was safe and sound, Abaddon and the Gastlin Terminators immediately put their hearts back in their stomachs.

"My sons, don't worry." Horus smiled kindly. Although his sons could not help much, their love and concern for him were conveyed to his heart.

He seemed like a real father, feeling the awkward yet sincere love from his sons.

"Blackstone Fortress is ours now. Now, it's time to return to Betagarmon.

I invite my brothers once again - choose to stand by me or continue to be my enemy! "

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, there was also a part of the rapid conscription army that used the gene seeds captured from the enemies, such as the Iron Hands, the Imperial Fists, etc. The warriors bred from these loyalist gene seeds were subjected to even more intensive brainwashing to make them loyal to Horus's cause.

As the war progressed, the number of pure-blooded veterans of the Sons of Horus had decreased, and they no longer had enough time and energy to train up the kind of 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.

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."