I'm a magnetic field madman

The Space Necromancer is still missing, or rather, having grasped the possibility of restoring souls, the Silent King chose to use him to summon the revival of all dynasties in the galaxy and strive to fight against the Terra swarm army outside the galaxy.

Compared to the war within the Milky Way, the real "War of Heaven" likely refers to the war outside the Milky Way between the space undead and the massive Tyranid swarm.

This is a good thing for both humans and the Eldar—even though they are both on the "order side," they don't want to confront the space undead at all... Even though they have mastered the power of magnetic fields, they are unwilling to fight these space skeletons...

The raging war in this apocalyptic galaxy will only end when all things perish.

158. Dual War Commander

When Fugen chose to use the Heavenly Punishment warship for a suicidal boarding maneuver, he was prepared to perish along with Blackrock Fortress.

If that were the case, it would be an outcome that Fugen would be happy to accept... but clearly, fate had once again favored the emperor's son.

When the Heavenly Punishment warship crashed into Blackrock Fortress, its inertialess thrusters emitted a red glow towards the stone...

The resulting overlapping shadows instantly reduced the impact force by more than 99%.

Despite this, the Heavenly Punishment warship still successfully broke into Blackrock Fortress, like stabbing a person in the body with a sharp knife.

As for Fugen, after experiencing dizzying data and pain transmitted through the Destiny Armor system, he quickly recovered.

Unfortunately, he failed to completely destroy Blackrock Fortress.

Luckily, he didn't die.

Fugen, breathing heavily, jumped off the top of the warship, and almost instantly, an unusual phenomenon occurred.

The cold arrived first, freezing a layer of frost onto Fugen's boots.

Then came the sounds—distant and mysterious, a terrifying combination of booming and clanging, muffled and far-reaching, as if heard underwater. They echoed, only half-heard, telling of the bottomless abyss and its vastness.

The immeasurable distance, and finally its appearance, that unshakeable feeling of the Blackrock Fortress piercing his soul, that feeling of a mountain-like behemoth surveying an intruder like a bacterium.

Ignoring the chilling effect of this subspace energy on reality, Fugen resolutely marched into the dark passageway before him, steadfastly heading in one direction despite the labyrinthine, interconnected structure.

Darkness and nothingness could not stop Fugen's advance, but the whispers of the warp were a different story.

"You killed him, with your sword, you swiftly severed his head..."

"You are right, you are the noblest, your brothers are nothing but a bunch of cowards who are jealous of your perfection..."

"Don't listen to him. The man who claims to be your father is nothing but a tyrant who wants to exploit you."

The whispers reached Fugen's ears, and he stopped in his tracks almost instinctively.

He knew these whispers so well; how could he forget them?

The moment he picked up the dagger, the great demon residing within that perfect weapon began to bewitch this benefactor time and time again.

Falling into depravity is not a matter of brainwashing that can change your personality and perception...

He leads you down the wrong path through repeated lies and subtle whispers hidden within the truth.

Fugen's body stiffened, for he knew these voices all too well... and what a miserable place they had led him into.

"Shut up!!" Fugen growled.

"Hehehe, why be so rude?" A lazy, playful voice rang in Fugen's ears, and the one speaking... was himself.

"When did my taste become so bad? Look at that toilet seat on your armor, what is that...?"

Fugen remained silent, his veins bulging on his forehead, completely ignoring the demonic part of his soul that was Fugen.

He and his essence were one soul, but the memories of his own self, which came from the demon, caused Fugen immense pain.

But this pain is not the memory itself, but the pain of resisting the pleasure that comes with the pain, so that this pleasure does not steal away one's soul!

Fugen roared and, without hesitation, raised his flaming sword and slashed a wound across his face!

The intense heat of the flames should have scalded the wound, but in this cold, uncertain realm, the physical phenomena were completely overturned.

The flames failed to burn the wound; instead, they caused more blood to flow. Ripples spread across the wall beneath Fugen, clearly affected by his splattered blood, shifting like leaves in a gentle breeze.

It peeled away, rose up, and became a moving mass. He saw the fragments forming a pyramid.

There were hundreds and thousands of them, exactly the same as the piece that had just torn his hand.

Nothing is constant, nothing is eternal, and nothing can be trusted. Blackrock Fortress itself is an antimatter, an irrational place.

Knowing he couldn't linger, Fugen began to suppress the whispers in his mind with the present situation and the pain of his wounds. He rushed forward and got "stuck" in a wall as he entered it... But this was not the wrong path. He successfully wedged himself from the "front chamber" of Blackrock Fortress into the "back chamber".

The Blackrock Fortress, defying normal physical rules, was like a game with a glitch-like interface, instantly trapping Fugen inside the massive fortress.

Through that illusory vision, Fugen saw on the ground he had left, every inch of the walls and floor moving, clattering and tumbling, forming a sea of ​​black pyramids—

Thousands upon thousands of pyramids, each tiny one representing a distorted and warped miniature world.

This is why Blackrock Fortress doesn't need any protective forces for warlords; the fortress itself is a giant trap.

Aside from Abaddon, who possessed the Eye of the Night, no one could successfully enter the truth hidden beneath countless wrong answers.

But this does not include Fugen.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant, and Fugen held in his hand a necromancer gadget that Tarasin had given him before he set off.

Like a dazzling emerald green gem, it allowed Fugen to see the truth behind the countless overlapping pyramids.

Amidst countless overlapping layers, Fugen decisively leaped toward one of them! As he plunged into it, the pyramid complex surged like a flood into a rolling, gleaming, angular landslide.

As he traversed the levels, Fugen arrived at his destination!

For a fleeting moment, Fugan seemed to see Horus. But only for a moment, and his power armor was also black, with gold trim on the terracotta layer.

He leaned back on his throne like a king taking a break; he was too strong to be lazy and too alert to rest, his hands resting on the hilt of a twisted longsword.

The sword was wrapped with countless twisted, howling faces, just as terrifying as the origin of this demonic sword itself.

"Things that are alien are ultimately unreliable."

Abaddon hissed, angrily tossing away the Eye of Night in his hand, staring at Fugen before him, and sneered...

“I have seen you! The Primarch clone, ten thousand years ago, you lay in Fabius’s incubation tank like an infant.”

"Abaddon, your fate will end once again!" Fugan hissed.

"And then? Continue down the same old, unchanging path?" Abaddon grinned maliciously as he rose from his throne and walked toward Fugen...

"Let's not waste each other's time saying nonsensical things."

Since we're going to kill each other anyway, there's no point in saying anything more!

"You're not the first imposter I've killed."

The Warlord roared and swung the Claw of Horus as he charged forward. His magnetic boots shattered the black stone beneath his feet as he pounced on Fugen with deadly sharpness!

He also has a magnetic field rotating within him, without a doubt.

Even though he loathed this infinitely chaotic power, Abaddon understood that without using it, he would have no future.

But at least, Abaddon will only use it when necessary!

Five hundred and ninety thousand horses—that's the power Abaddon gained after making numerous sacrifices.

This gave him confidence to defeat a Primarch—the Primarch of the past.

The difference between Astartes and Primarchs is enormous, but magnetic forces can bridge that gap. However, if both possess magnetic forces—

The already enormous gap will only become even larger in an instant.

Abaddon's magnetic field power was only 590,000 horsepower, while Fuggen, even with his incomplete soul, still possessed 700,000 horsepower thanks to his Primarch's body!

Fugen easily parried Abaddon's attack and used incredibly skillful swordsmanship to quickly disrupt the War General's attack rhythm, instantly creating a thousand impenetrable magnetic field sword nets.

Abaddon's Chaos Terminator armor was torn to shreds, but the most fatal flaw was his wide-open central opening.

The burning blade plunged without hesitation toward the warlord's throat... Fugen was using the most exquisite and deadly method to take Abaddon's head.

Just as this precise attack was taking effect, the magic sword in Abaddon's hand suddenly let out a piercing scream!

Draconion, the sword of mankind's enemy!

The Great Demon was born from the moment when the Emperor's uncle killed his father, when the Emperor was still human. It began with the first murder in human history.

It does not belong to any Chaos God, and its only appearance was during the Internet War.

That time, it dealt a heavy blow to the emperor.

This is a demonic sword designed to kill humans, especially emperors!

The terrifying roar of the great demon made Fugen's heart stop for a moment...

The numerous pained faces etched across the sword forced Fugen to switch from offense to defense!

Fu Gen was forced back, and at the same time, blood flowed from the seven orifices of his handsome face.

And Abaddon? His situation wasn't good either. In the instant of retreat, Fugan humiliatingly cut off his towering braids, and the long hair that fell down was burning. Abaddon's appearance actually became closer to Horus.

"He can't save you a second time."

Fugen coldly pointed his flaming sword at Abaddon.

Draconion's special attack can only work once. Unless Abaddon fully unleashes the great demon within the magic sword... the power of the Sword of Humanity's Enemy cannot possibly catch Fugen off guard a second time!

Moreover, it was clear from the exchange just now that Fugen completely overwhelmed Abaddon in terms of strength, power, and even his ultimate level.

What reason would he have not to take the life of this guy with the topknot in the next move?

"You're right, you're absolutely right."

Abaddon hissed, his murky eyes, filled with chaotic power, reflecting Fugen's image, and also Abaddon's image...

In the eyes of the Primarchs, what difference is there between them, the Astartes, and mortals?

Abaddon was considered a joke by both Chaos and the Empire simply because he was just an Astartes!

Some things are destined from the beginning. No matter how hard Abaddon of Astartes fought or how much damage he dealt to the Empire, in other people's eyes he was still just a clown.

Even the corrupted Primarchs, none of these truly "big men" regarded him as an opponent worthy of real respect.

But this is for the best. It is precisely because of their underestimation that Abaddon has been able to accomplish so many great things... and is only one step away from completing the great task of destroying the empire.

But now, facing Fugen's blade, that dream, which was only a step away, seemed unattainable.

No, how could this be? It can't be like this!

"Fuggen, today I will tell you, I will tell you all—I, Abaddon, am the true Warmaster!"

With Abaddon's roar, he no longer resisted and accepted the fragments of Horus's soul... and then, a huge figure appeared behind Abaddon!

At the same time, Abaddon's magnetic field power surged wildly to 740,000 horsepower, like a balloon being blown up!

Fugen's eyes widened at the pale face, the black giant in wolf skin, and the chaotic giant eyes in front of the armor—he could not be mistaken!

That's Horus!

"The power of the four Chaos Gods is enough to comprehend Guilliman's 'Second Empire'!" Abaddon roared, gripping his demon sword tightly.

"Fugen, you bastard, do you have the confidence and ability to defeat my dual war commander with your pathetic and incomplete soul?!"

159. Abaddon's Defeat

We all have people we favor, even our children. My father showed different favoritism towards each of us.

Ezreal? Oh, I shouldn't have said that. You can judge for yourself. However, I can still tell you that Ezreal will do what I could never do.

I'm pretty sure he'll achieve far more than I have.

But is he the most favored? Miss Oriton, that depends on how you understand these things and how you view family relationships.

They are all my beloved sons.

Ezekiel is the strongest, the most determined, and the one most like me.

But Seyanus possesses a different kind of power. If Izekel is my Lupecal, my eldest son, then Seyanus is my Guilliman. Sedirae is my Dorne, and Torgardon is my Felus.

And of course, there's Loken. You've already met him, I suppose? He's not much like me in many ways.

But he is my favorite son. If anyone else asks, I will deny it. I cannot show any bias. However, since it's just the two of us here, I'll tell you—he is my Saint Gillespie.

As a father, I love them, I trust them all… because they, like me, are faithful instruments in shaping the future, in advancing civilization. All of them, even… that's enough, narrator…

When Abaddon accepted the fragment of Horus's soul, the image that appeared in his memory was of a giant with a blank expression muttering to himself on his throne.

Abaddon bit his lip; he was very familiar with this scene because he had experienced it firsthand.