I'm a magnetic field madman

Apart from Guilliman, who remains as regent on Terra, all Primarchs will join this massive expedition!

Such an order garnered unanimous fervor throughout the empire... Regardless of whether they were conservatives or not, they all knew that accompanying the emperor on expeditions would bring them endless glory and wealth for their descendants for millennia to come.

When the expeditionary legions assemble, it will be the end for the traitors!

154. Abaddon: The Age of the Primarchs...

Eye of Fear, Soul of Vengeance

General Abaddon sat silently on his former father's throne, looking down at all the warriors before him, all the champions of the Black Legion, and spoke in a deep voice...

"I am gratified to see so many warriors still here."

This was undoubtedly a very discouraging statement, but Abaddon had to say it, and could only say it.

As news of the Primarch's awakening spread throughout the Eye of Terror...

His Black Legion and the Chaos Warbands surrounding him have begun to stir.

Some chapters that hadn't betrayed the warlords too deeply tried to break away from them, just like the Wanderers, and Azaik Ahriman even led all the Thousand Sons of Wizarding away from the Eye of Terror.

Nobody knows where they'll go, or where they can go... but there's no doubt they won't be following Abaddon anymore.

However, the mere awakening of the Primarch is not enough to destroy the foundation of the Legion that the Warmaster has built over thousands of years.

The former sons of Horus were willing to believe in the Warmaster who led them to victory over the betraying warbands and to countless victories among the stars.

Many may laugh at Abaddon's victory, but how could they not know...?

Abaddon's twelve Black Crusades were all slow but steady progress toward a single goal.

These traitors never had the foundation to contend with the empire... the gap was simply not on the same level in terms of population and resources.

Their strength was actually far inferior to even the Randan Empire during the Great Expedition—although the Eye of Fear was a chaotic territory, the world here did not possess abundant resources.

Some people believe that Astartes, who betrayed the Empire and joined Chaos, can live a life of eating meat and drinking wine to their heart's content.

But these fools will never know what a terrifying hell the world in the eyes of fear truly is!

This is a terrifying planet where the entire world is filled with demons, a world with an environment even more varied and cruel than Katachon, or perhaps the planet itself is a demon that lures its prey.

In the Eye of Fear, even veterans of countless battles have to struggle to make a living. Sometimes, two factions will fight to the death over some questionable clean drinking water.

The fact that the empire is in its current state is not largely due to the actions of these traitorous remnants of the Astartes.

They appear to be the empire's main enemies, but if you really look at them, what are they really?

It is precisely because of this despair that Abaddon's victory seems all the more precious.

Even though everyone mocks Abaddon, the fact that the Warlord can still tear a piece of flesh from the Empire in every expedition despite such a huge gap in strength, and achieve his strategic goals, is a victory in itself.

Moreover, only those who truly understand Abaddon know that the Warmaster has a grand plan.

The twelve Black Crusades were all preparations for the final one. Each crusade seemed to be a devastation of the Imperial world... but in reality, they were all for the destruction of the Black Stone creations scattered throughout the galaxy!

These ancient creations of the undead from outer space were regarded as simple building materials by the ignorant and arrogant Imperials… but Abaddon, who knew the secrets through the Chaos Gods, knew very well—

The reason why the Milky Way has not been swallowed by the subspace is entirely due to these black stone creations.

The balance between the warp and the physical universe was already broken during the War of Heaven, and the birth of the Slaanesh has made the balance even more unbalanced.

If it weren't for the creations of the Necromancers of the space that restrained the spread of the warp, the galaxy would have been torn apart by the Crimson Path long ago!

Abaddon had prepared for so long, destroying countless Blackrock artifacts in the galaxy… and in the end, he only needed to complete the final step—

Kadia, the war-torn world standing before the portal of the Eye of Fear, lies beneath which lies the largest and most complete set of black stone obelisks in the galaxy.

Those ignorant Imperials did not know that what protected them in the face of the Eye of Fear was never the power of the False Emperor, but the technology of the Necromancers of Space.

That powerful ethereal matrix halted the spread of the Eye of Fear...

The Black Stone Array, working in conjunction with the continuous outflow of energy from all parts of the galaxy, ensured that the spread of chaos was eternally contained.

In other words, the condition for Abaddon's victory in this war was not to defeat the enemy, but to destroy Cardia!

Therefore, even if the Primarch returns, Abaddon will still be surrounded by many former rebel Astartes... because they believe that Abaddon's victory will not be that difficult.

But—the emperor has returned.

This news exploded like a bomb, shaking the entire human empire and the Chaos faction as well!

For those veterans who fought countless battles, their memories of the emperor's lingering power are probably still vivid.

And those Space Marines who defected were even more afraid of what they called the "False Emperor."

The Emperor's return completely shattered the Chaos faction's confidence in Abaddon... especially the Emperor's call to prepare for an expedition to the Eye of Terror, which led to a large number of warbands breaking away from the Black Legion's rule without hesitation.

It's fine to let this group of people follow Abaddon to fight in the Cardia... but you want them to follow Abaddon to the Emperor's mid-door sniping match?

Do you really think you're Horus?

Now, tragically, Abaddon must use his remaining strength to fight the Emperor...

He had no choice, nor could he escape.

Just as he told Kayan—the Empire, the galaxy, the universe, there is nowhere left for them to live…

"We have won twelve Black Expeditions, and now we are only one more to achieve our final goal."

Abaddon gazed at his brothers who had been with him for millennia and said in a low voice...

“I know you are questioning and fearing, but the power that the awakened Corpse King possesses is indeed something we absolutely cannot contend with—even I, facing him, would probably be killed in an instant.”

False encouragement is meaningless. Even though Abaddon, wielding Draconion, is already a powerful and exceptional figure among the Astartes... he can't even stand up to the Emperor, let alone kill the Primarch in three moves.

Abaddon believed his brother understood this as well, and there was no need for him to tell meaningless lies to lower his own standing.

"We cannot fight, but that doesn't mean we are destined to lose!" Abaddon growled, retracting the Claw of Horus...

"Kadia! We have only one goal! We will achieve victory if we destroy Kadia before the False Emperor's main force arrives! And thankfully, we have enough power to accomplish all of this!"

“I have reached an agreement with yet another Primarch in the Void—Perturabo, the Lord of Steel, is ready to join forces with us…and I have also obtained a brand new weapon from him!”

Having said that, Abaddon waved his hand, and the invisible servants filling the Court of Lupeka distributed strange creations to the many Chaos Space Marines.

It was a creation that resembled a mechanical brain, surrounded by sharp, pointed claws that gleamed with an unsettling light.

"This is the Dreamer, a creation born from the inspiration of the unfinished divine wisdom of the Lord of Steel."

Abaddon picked up a Dreamer's Spear and growled at the agitated Chaos Space Marines...

"He can grant you powerful magnetic field strength! But the price might be a loss of reason, but now we have no other choice!"

A Chaos Space Marine roared, and without hesitation, picked up the Dreamer and slammed it down on his head—

With a sound of flesh and bones breaking, the steel brain tore open his head and forcefully "fused" into his brain.

"Aaaaaah!! Such immense... power!!"

He roared, his body, grotesque from the corruption of chaos, crackling with lightning...

The magnetic field power, stronger than 250,000 horsepower, instantly strengthened his physical body by more than a hundred times!

But what replaced it was a lack of rationality—

The Dreamers, created by the Lord of Steel, clearly drew inspiration from some of the Butcher's Nails, resulting in these implants also causing extreme damage to the mind.

But at this moment, what else do they have to choose, what right do they have to be picky?

One after another, Chaos Space Marines accepted the gifts from the Warmaster, gaining enhanced power and life amidst painful howls.

Abaddon stared at them, his gaze chilling and crazed, radiating a chaotic and eerie light. At the same time, an even stronger magnetic field force emanated from him!

Since we're going to have to fight this final battle sooner rather than later, then let this ultimate war begin early, damn it!!

False Emperor, Corpse Emperor... Father! Even if I, Abaddon, die without a burial place, I will make sure your hypocritical empire suffers a devastating blow!

Abaddon was at his wit's end.

The Black Legion's Lord, the Chaos Warmaster, bears these honors, which are both the basis for his ability to summon other warbands of the Eye of Fear and the shackles imposed upon him by Chaos.

Abaddon believed he could manipulate Chaos. He thought his reason was different from Horus's madness and absurdity after his soul was shattered, and thus believed he was the master of Chaos.

What a ridiculous idea! Abaddon was able to maintain his own identity only because Chaos didn't need to deal with him the way it dealt with Horus.

Now, Abaddon has no choice at all. He either accepts the gift of the Chaos God or is easily shattered by the Emperor and reduced to a clown!

With Vashtor's help, and those demonic Primarchs, Abaddon would still have been qualified to go toe-to-toe with the Empire.

But the emperor's return had already made things beyond saving!

And he only has two and a half demonic progenitors left!

A crippled Mortalian being resurrected by Nurgle, a utterly unreliable Forgrim, and the only reliable one with whom they can team up, Perturabo.

Why would Perturabo cooperate with him? Even though the Iron Lord's temper has improved a lot now, he's still not someone easy to deal with. Besides, what level is Abaddon at, trying to cooperate with me?

The Four Gods now favor this only seemingly reliable Primarch...

Even some warbands risked being captured by those Iron Warriors and used as cannon fodder and laborers to go to Midgard to join the Iron Lord.

Clearly, those warbands understood that following Abaddon was not as safe as following Perturabo—even if the latter was a capricious lunatic, he was still a Primarch!

Vashtor was also decisive; after realizing that things weren't going well with Abaddon, he promptly began cooperating with Peturabo.

Although the Lord of the Soul Forge, who values ​​the treaty, did not break his contract with Abaddon, this action clearly shows that he does not think highly of Abaddon.

Therefore, he had no choice but to rely on Chaos and accept the blessings of the four gods.

The Four Gods did not abandon Abaddon at this crucial moment...

Although the current level of warfare has reached a point where he, as a Chaos Warmaster, has virtually no value in participating, he still has some usefulness.

The four gods implanted a fragment of Horus's soul into Abaddon's soul.

This was a huge investment for the four gods... After the Emperor killed Horus, only a very small number of Horus's soul fragments survived, while the Emperor took the vast majority of them.

Even if it's just a fragment, the quality of Horus's soul can still greatly improve the quality of Abaddon's soul.

Abaddon, however, still retains his sense of self and rationality. He still believes he has not been manipulated by chaos!

Countless memories and visions of Horus flashed before his eyes. Abaddon, his face contorted with rage and teeth clenched, left his throne. His body, hidden beneath the Terminator armor, trembled as he retreated into the shadows and left the Court of Lupeka.

When he returned to his quiet room, the demonic sword fell from his hand, and he instantly roared and howled like a mad dog.

"Cuck!"

He wielded the Claw of Horus, and the powerful magnetic force uncontrollably sliced ​​through the surrounding walls from the claw blades, cutting through the thick metal layers like slicing a cake.

"I am not Horus, absolutely not... absolutely fucking not!!"

Abaddon roared furiously, his face contorted with rage, trying to control the memories so they wouldn't drive him insane. He was utterly pathetic and miserable.

Is this the end for the Chaos Warmaster? Faced with an invincible foe, will he ultimately become a mad clown?

After witnessing his father's tragic end, Abaddon is determined to suffer the exact same fate.

Absolutely not, absolutely not!!

After a long period of madness, Abaddon struggled out of Horus's memory.

When he regained his senses, the confusion in his eyes finally faded, and he stood up again after a difficult and painful struggle.

Staggering out of the meditation room, Abaddon once again transformed into the ever-shrewd and meticulous warmaster, summoning his wizards and establishing a psionic communication link to Midgard.

Abaddon's consciousness was projected into the void and then traversed countless distances.

He saw a vast fortified world, including slave pits and towering pillars, against a white sky…

A black sun cast its smoky rays onto the surface of the demon world.

And wandering in the wasteland are some strange "native inhabitants," a group of "skinless monsters" without any physical form... and these pitiful creatures roam among the hills and ravines.

Abaddon's consciousness did not linger on these nonsensical things. He quickly traversed the wilderness of Midgard and arrived at the pale tower where the giant warship was docked.

Inside the throne room at the top of the tower, there is a huge mechanical throne.

Countless steel cables and pipes extend from behind the throne, densely covering the ground and penetrating every corner of Midgard.

It runs through the entire planet, perfectly combining thought and will with the whole planet.

And on the throne, there was a strange giant.

Or rather, a giant steel skull.

His entire body was covered in a deathly white metal, like that of a corpse…