I'm a magnetic field madman

If the Eye of Fear is not activated, then this place is just territory that will be breached sooner or later for them.

An empire with a Primarch is completely different from an empire without a Primarch... The former's combined power could easily kill Abaddon with a single punch!

He also knew how insignificant his appeal and cohesion as a Warmaster were compared to that of a Primarch, and that just one of the three Primarchs would be enough to blast Abaddon apart!

But Abaddon had no choice; he had no other option but to fight back.

The Black Legion is now a flag bearer and a target for the rebels, and its warlord Abaddon is the one who must die!

"Kayan, we must fight, because we have nothing but fighting!"

Abaddon stepped down from his father's former throne and stood before Kayan, his towering shadow looming over him. He spoke in a guttural voice...

"Morianna's prophecy has come true. We are just one step away from tearing the Corpse King's empire apart! Kadia is there. As long as we destroy them, everything will be alright!"

Kayan's lips trembled slightly as he looked at the nearly crazed Abaddon and said sadly...

"No, Abaddon, it won't get better."

“Even if the Empire of Man were to fall apart in the next moment, we would have no future. Abaddon, a power, a powerful power different from psionic energy, is awakening... and those Primarchs possess divine power beyond our imagination.”

"Even if we destroy Cardia and tear open the Great Rift, we will only face the slaughter of one or more Primarchs..."

"Magnetic field power, is that it?" Abaddon scoffed.

"Kayan, do you really think I'm some old senile idiot sitting on the toilet? I know about the news, and I know about the power, but that doesn't stop us from having a chance to win!"

At this point, Abaddon paused for a few seconds, then said meaningfully…

"Kayan, you and Ahriman went to the Comoros. I heard from those demons what happened there. Has the Eldar Empire really been restored?"

Kayan nodded slowly.

“The alien empire…” Abaddon muttered with disgust, the combination of the words instantly reminding him of Randan.

"Can we win them over?"

Despite his disgust, Abaddon still raised his questions from a practical standpoint—he didn't actually mind cooperating with the Xenomorphs; he was a pragmatic, chaotic warlord like Huron. But all he got in return was Cayan's silence.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Putting aside the antagonistic relationship between the Spirit Race and Chaos, even if the Spirit Race Empire were to cooperate, it should cooperate with the Human Empire.

"Looks like we've gained another enemy." Abaddon grinned maliciously.

“Very good. The hypocritical Corpse King and his alien allies are coming to destroy us. This makes our cause even more righteous…”

"You still think you can win?" Kayan growled.

"Having learned of so many crises and so many enemies, Abaddon, do you still want to tell me you can achieve victory?!"

"Because we have no other choice but to win!" Aba roared, grabbing Kayan and yelling menacingly...

"Kayan, tell me! What other choice do we have but to fight! The moment we raised the banner of rebellion, the moment the first flame that tore through the galaxy was ignited, did we have any other choice? To accept death or to achieve victory!"

"There is no place for us in the universe anymore! Chaos or empire, we must forge our own path!"

Kayan remained silent, only pulling his hand away from Abaddon's and saying bitterly...

"Then, Warlord, I may have to withdraw from your expedition... Ahriman needs my help, we need to restore all the Red Letter brothers. And... I need to take my sister with me."

Kayan didn't know what made him say such a thing, but he was indeed ashamed, very ashamed.

Even though Abaddon clearly betrayed Kayan once, to Kayan, Abaddon is still the good brother who once led him to storm the Comoros.

But he wasn't lying. Ahriman needed him, the Thousand Sons who had been harmed by the Scarlet Letter needed to be restored, and Kayan, who had made a deal with the Eldar, could no longer participate in Abaddon's expedition.

He even wanted to take his sister, who had now become the flagship mecha of the Vengeance Soul, with him, to completely extricate himself from the war.

Kayan didn't know what the future held, for he was certain the Empire would never accept him. He had no intention of serving the corrupt Empire; perhaps he, Ahriman, and the remaining Thousand Sons would leave the Eye of Fear and venture to places where the light of other starlight could not reach.

Logically speaking, Kayan owes Abaddon absolutely nothing. However, Kayan still felt ashamed to make such a request.

Abaddon narrowed his eyes, the Claw of Horus in his hand lightly rubbing against the floor of Vengeful Spirit. Countless whispers reached Kayan's ears, and he even saw a twisted chaos demon hovering around Abaddon, ready to devour its prey!

"can."

Just as Kayan was about to make his move, he received an unbelievable answer from Abaddon.

He looked up in disbelief, but Abaddon simply responded with a blank expression...

"Take your sister and leave my flagship! Kayan, you owe me yet another debt I can never repay!"

"I will repay this debt, General."

Kayan bowed slightly to Abaddon, then left dejectedly. Abaddon narrowed his eyes, staring at Kayan's retreating figure, a hint of murderous intent flashing in them.

"I have already told you that I will not let any traitor go unpunished, War General."

A mechanical, cold, and rational voice echoed in the bridge. The next moment, the metal in front of Abaddon shimmered with a hellish molten light, and then, surrounded by countless pipes, it formed a huge... monster.

A metallic body, a bizarre head resembling a furnace, with demonic forward-pointing horns.

He has a pair of blade wings made of metal and gears, a claw made of five precise and sharp engineering tools in his left hand, and an ancient scepter that looks like a warhammer in his right hand...

He looked like a demon, but his hunched body and metallic appearance clearly indicated that he was not one of the four gods.

“Vashtor…” Abaddon stared at this demigod of the warp, this dark mechanical god, the master of the soul furnace!

He was an ally chosen by Abaddon before the Thirteenth Black Crusade. Unlike the four Chaos Gods, even though they were all gods... Vashtor's meaning and essence were still something Abaddon could trust.

He symbolizes the consequences of unbridled technological development; he is the master worshipped by the dark mechanical cult… therefore, he values ​​the fulfillment of the covenant more than any human or god.

Of course, another major reason for cooperating with him is because he is weak enough!

Although it represents a very powerful concept, Vashtor is still just a demigod with very little experience in the warp.

Let alone contend with the Four Gods, he would most likely be no match for a powerful Great Demon.

Vashtor's strength never lay in his power, but in his "technology".

"Kayan is an emotional and foolish man, and this is just a trivial price to pay. I can gain the respect of this powerful psychic who no longer trusts me, and prepare for the possibilities in the future."

Abaddon calmly gave his answer as he watched his ally. As he put it, knowing that Kayan was unlikely to stay and help him, it was better to do him a favor than to turn against him—something he had learned from Huron.

"It doesn't matter, but Vashtor, where is what I want?"

"It's already prepared."

With Vashtor's voice, a burning portal opened in front of Abaddon, who stepped into it without hesitation... and then he found himself in a dark and ancient building.

Everywhere was covered with those ghastly green runes and lights, twisted, deformed, and bizarre in a way that was beyond human comprehension.

This is Blackrock Fortress, the ultimate weapon Abaddon is preparing to use to destroy Kadia!

But that's all in the past. After learning about the changes in the galaxy, Abaddon has been devising a completely new plan.

He followed Vashtor to a deeper place, where a colossal soul furnace appeared before the Warmaster!

One after another, massive demonic engines emerged from pools of liquid metal...

The metal plates steaming with scalding ethereal vapor foreshadow the evil spirits and terrors that reside within them!

As the wielder of the Soul Forge, Vashtor is the forger of those twisted and blasphemous demonic weapons.

In the subspace, he plays a role similar to that of an intermediary...

They introduced those who were defeated but dared not return to the realm of the Four Gods to the Dark Mechanicus, who craved war machines... and then sold them to the Chaos warlords who needed weapons through these disciples and followers as middlemen.

Such a massive factory capable of automatically producing demon engines is extremely valuable... Even Chaos tycoons like Abaddon and Huron would be envious!

But it's clear that this is more than just a place that produces demon engines.

Because these twisted and terrifying killers have changed their appearance drastically... Besides being covered in blasphemous runes and dripping blood, their shapes are now more and more like... iron birds?

“Using the knowledge of the unfinished god, I have integrated the power of magnetic field rotation into the demon engine.”

Vashtor's voice is filled with the clash of iron and fire, a contradictory fusion of cruelty and ruthlessness...

"The so-called Sub-Fly has now become a metal weapon that can accommodate more demons. Those magnetic field demons newly born in the Supreme Heaven will be given a metal war body worthy of them. And War Master, these weapons will enable you to achieve the victory you desire."

"Very good, very good!"

Abaddon gazed greedily and contentedly at the war machines radiating magnetic power, breathing in the smell of ozone, his eyes filled with a thirst for victory!

That idiot Kayan, who knows what kind of power he possesses! Relying on these magnetic field demon engines, he will loudly proclaim the end of the Primarch's era!!

"I must remind you, War Commander."

Seeing Abaddon's smugness, Vashtor promptly poured cold water on his composure, saying calmly...

"The Eldar Empire also possesses similar technology; ultimately, our technology all stems from the pleasures of the unfinished gods. And my intelligence network tells me that the space undead are also brewing something... If all causes and effects converge in Kadia, then that war..."

"It's fine!" Abaddon sneered.

"Since we're going to have a war that transcends everything, then let's not harbor any illusions! And I have a feeling that in the war to come, there may be no winners and no losers..."

"Since I've already foreseen the outcome of failure, I might as well give it my all! It's better to lose everyone than to lose just me!"

Vashtor fell silent and melted away, leaving only Abaddon's maniacal laughter in the molten lava.

120. Magnetic Field Beast

Leviathan's tentacles stretch from the vast sky to the endless ocean; it is a great devourer from beyond the galaxy, a demon to all living beings.

The Tyranid swarm is renowned for its superior combat skills, terrifying numbers, merciless soldiers, and invincible evolutionary capabilities.

They are almost the most perfect war race of all races, even surpassing the Orks.

If we had to point out a drawback, it would probably be that their movement speed is relatively slow due to their reliance on gravity nodes.

They rarely have the opportunity to appear on the galactic stage, but every appearance inevitably brings endless death.

However, this war, which took place in the eastern part of the galaxy, marked a collective defeat for the Tyranids.

grumble!!

A piercing scream echoed through the deep space, spreading light-years away on the power of electromagnetic waves!

A massive Zerg mothership disintegrated in the void, a consequence of the very fact that had nearly destroyed Macragge...

The destruction of the Hive Fleet Perseus, which also took away the limbs and left eye of Ultramarines Chapter Commander Calgar, was also a consequence of this.

But what kind of military force caused all of this, easily destroying billions of insect swarms?

The army consisted of only a mere hundred soldiers.

Yes, there were only a hundred of these monsters, which spread their wings in the dark void and soared like dragons, yet emitted strange screams!

These monsters were what destroyed an entire secondary Zerg fleet; a mere hundred of them accomplished such an incredible feat, achieving the goal of an apocalyptic campaign.

Among these hundred monsters, several menacing-looking Dark Eldar warships hovered in the void. Undoubtedly, they were the ones who controlled and released these monsters.

"Very good, the swarm sample required by the Grandmaster has been extracted."

Valosian looked at the large number of Zerg swarm samples contained within the sub-plane, a cruel smile spreading across his pale face beneath his helmet…

No matter how many times he saw it, he was always amazed by the grandmaster's extraordinary wisdom!

Those hundred monsters were biological weapons developed by Grandmaster Ji and the Demon God, combined with his astonishing technology. They were a group of dragons specifically designed to replace warships in completing void combat objectives—the Black Eclipse Dragons!

Compared to the original demon god, these black eclipse dragons have wings that give them super speed in the void that is no less than that of scythe missiles. Although their power has been reduced to a certain extent, each one still has a stable destructive power of at least 500,000 horsepower!

Warfare in the void does not require complete control of the realm. The destructive power of 500,000 horsepower plus the boost from the flow of energy allows each Black Eclipse Dragon to easily blast open the void shield of a warship!

In contrast, in addition to their incredible speed, these Black Devouring Dragons also possess astonishing defensive and regenerative abilities.

Just like the power of magnetic fields themselves, the "omnipotence" of these magnetic field weapons is terrifying. They are biological weapons that combine destructive power, mobility, defense, and self-regeneration capabilities. They don't even need to eat. Such perfect things could probably only have been created by ancient saints!

Valosian gazed longingly at the black dragons, his hands trembling slightly, a result of his desire for power.

The Eldar have already mastered such terrifying weapons, and given the Bloodlings' production rate... they will soon be able to assemble a force powerful enough to conquer any part of the galaxy!

They will tear humans apart, trample orcs, crush the undead, and fucking rebuild the entire Eldar empire!

Valosian's thoughts danced with the immense power he wielded, but he didn't neglect his work.

After ensuring that all the biomass needed by the Grandmaster had been contained, Valosian immediately ordered the opening of the Webpath portal.

The doors opened, followed by a sharp whistle from the warship…

Upon receiving the signal, the black-eating dragons immediately shrieked and plunged into the net tunnel.

Valosian and his fleet departed together, but they failed to notice that the tentacles of the lifeless Zerg mothership were writhing laboriously, slowly curling up a portion of the corpse of a slain Black Devourer and swallowing it whole.

The Hive Queen used her last biomass to analyze the sample before dying completely.

Immediately afterwards, a message spread instantly through the programs of the Queen's mainframe in other Zerg hives in the galaxy in the form of quantum waves that transcend light.