I'm a magnetic field madman

How could a great war commander fall to such a pathetic state?

Abaddon witnessed Horus's final moments, his sanity and the power of the Four Gods shattered...

All that's left is a soul that's all show and no substance, hanging there in a pathetic state of having only an empty shell.

Aside from power, Horus was utterly useless at that time; all his former greatness and glory had vanished...

All that remains is a pathetic shell, manipulated like a puppet by the power of an evil god.

Abaddon had regretted more than once why he had sent his injured father to that temple.

He did not regret following Horus in rebellion, because his revered father, Abaddon, was willing to fight anyone for him... However, he absolutely did not want Horus to fall into such a pathetic state!

Later, the sons of the emperor cloned a new Horus using the corpse of Horus that they had taken from the Shadowmoon Wolves.

But he was definitely not the father Abaddon knew.

Even if he has regained his senses, even if he is devastated and wants to lead his rebellious offspring back to the empire to atone for their sins—

Horus ceased to exist after he was torn apart by the four gods.

Abaddon killed the false father with his own hands, even though he might have truly carried a fragment of Horus.

The rebellion had begun, and he could not stop, whether for himself or for his brothers who had already succumbed to fear.

From that day on, Abaddon felt an intense loathing for Chaos, and he vowed never to fall into the same pathetic state as Horus.

but……

Abaddon, wasn't he just a pathetic clown?

Through fragments of Horus's soul, Abaddon, who incorporated parts of the Father of Genetics' memories, saw himself as nothing more than a clown.

What do you mean by "for the brothers of the former legion"? Abaddon was clearly doing it for himself.

I don't want to pass away like dust, worthless; I don't want to become a withered skeleton in the face of a failed rebellion; I don't want my enlightenment to be of no use.

He kept proclaiming his resistance to fate, but from the moment Abaddon stepped into the Eye of Fear, he was already controlled by fate.

Becoming a Warmaster is itself a result of Chaos guiding destiny, so what right does Abaddon, who has become a Warmaster, have to say that he wants to get rid of Chaos?

The so-called exploitation of chaos is nothing but sophistry and foolish fantasy; and now, he is even more deeply entangled in the manipulation of the gods…

He did not become a puppet of the gods, but only because he was not worthy of it.

Abaddon is an interesting toy, while compared to Horus...

He believes that his most fun aspect as a toy is his freedom.

"Fugen, I'm going to blast you to pieces!!"

Abaddon roared and charged forward again, this time at a speed more than a hundred times faster than before... and more importantly, Horus behind him made the same move!

Horus's Claws reached for Fuggen's head again, and the shocked Fuggen only had time to raise his weapon to block!

But can he block one attack and then block a second?

Horus's dotted line wielded the same powerful claws, flashing with terrifying lightning, and slashed deadly and surging toward Fugen!

Just before the claws were about to tear open Fugen's chest, Fugen had no choice but to use his strength to blast the Armor of Fate, retreating at an extremely fast speed!

He retreated into another space within Blackrock Fortress, and amidst this ever-changing mystery, he entered another pool of fire burning with molten lava.

Abaddon appeared here at almost the same time.

Even though Blackrock Fortress instinctively rejects Warmaster who possesses the Eye of the Night, he can still make use of everything here.

He might not be able to expel Fugen, but he could guarantee that Fugen would never leave this place...

Abaddon roared and charged forward, brandishing his demonic sword like a berserker devoted to Khorne!

Draconion let out another terrifying scream that chilled the soul... while he and Horus attacked Fugen from the left and right.

Father, you to the left, I to the right!

The terrifying offensive that followed was as if Abaddon had a mental connection with Horus.

No, it was a call from the soul; his connection with Abaddon went beyond mere telepathy!

"Cuck!!"

Fugen coughed up blood and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position under a series of attacks!

Oh dear, what should I do? What should I do next?

Fugen was thinking, trying to think amidst the relentless attacks from Abaddon and Horus... but just then, the whispers of demons echoed in his soul once more.

"Look at you, so disheveled, so imperfect."

"You should become one with me. Only then can we, and I, become perfect..."

The demon's whispers made it even harder for Fugen to concentrate. He and Abaddon fought their way through countless levels of Blackrock Fortress, and the dual torment of body and mind nearly drove Fugen insane.

But he still seized the opportunity to win.

It was just an insignificant remark, imperfect. But what in this world is perfect?

Fugan was inspired by these seemingly unrelated words and discovered Abaddon's weakness!

The more he fought, the more powerful and solid Horus became... while Abaddon, on the other hand, appeared more and more "illusory".

Moreover, without Abaddon's knowledge, Draconion was also taken into Horus's grasp.

Upon realizing this, Fugen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly swung his flaming sword... In an instant, he created a rain of flaming swords that covered the entire area in this dark layer!

He didn't expect such an attack to defeat Abaddon... but as Abaddon shattered the sea of ​​fire, Fugan scoffed...

Should I call you Abaddon... or Horus?

Abaddon was startled. Fugan's words seemed to strike him like a thunderclap, and in that instant, he went from victory to defeat!

He knew, of course, that he shouldn't have any extra thoughts in the face of a formidable enemy... but alas, thought and soul are so closely intertwined.

When Abaddon discovers that the illusory Horus is gradually taking over, when he discovers that even Draconion is gradually slipping out of his grasp, when he discovers that the mockery of the Four Gods resides in his heart.

A strong sense of disgust and rejection unconsciously welled up in his mind.

"Quack, get out of my way!!"

Instantly recalling Horus's grotesque appearance, Abaddon screamed almost nervously... and in this instantaneous reaction, the fragments that had been fused together immediately developed gaps.

Horus froze, and in that instant, Fugen found his opportunity!

His eyes gleamed with golden light as he propelled the sword in his hand with the greatest force, unleashing the fastest speed of his life!

Absorbing countless purple flames within this realm, Fugen, like a purple phoenix spreading its wings, charged forward with a cry that tore through space!

bass! !

The blade ripped open Abaddon's throat in an instant, and the Warmaster's eyes widened... but the magnetic force spreading from the blade and what Fugen had used...

The residual magnetic field toxins that had been suppressed by the Armor of Fate immediately spread throughout his body.

"Coo, quack..."

Abaddon knelt on the ground, his magic sword falling from his body. He covered his wound, from which poisonous blood was constantly seeping out, with his left hand, but no amount of cell regeneration could restore him.

Without hesitation, Fugan delivered the decisive blow and prepared to decapitate Abaddon!

However, things are not that simple.

"You really are a piece of trash."

Proud, mocking, and sarcastic voices echoed in the void... and then, a silvery-white liquid metal suddenly appeared in front of Fugen and Abaddon!

The liquid metal unleashed an extremely strong magnetic field, instantly pushing away Abaddon and his demonic sword, and even parrying Fugen's fatal blow!

Seeing this, Fugen wanted to give chase, but the monster held him back. Abaddon, panting heavily, didn't hesitate to activate a warp vortex to teleport himself away!

Before leaving, he destroyed the Night Eye that controlled Blackrock Fortress, and at the same time, he gave Blackrock Fortress his final orders.

come down……

He will destroy the Gates of Kadia, he will destroy the Empire! He may have already failed, but the Black Crusade will surely triumph!!

The intense weightlessness and fragmentation foreshadowed the imminent fall of this ancient creation to the earth, but Fugen had no time to consider these things; he stared intently at the liquid metal before him!

"Oh, my dear, it's been so long since we last met."

Accompanied by a voice full of teasing and mockery, the silvery-white liquid slowly condensed into a shape, and soon, it sculpted its own form.

It transformed into a demon radiating jewels from head to toe, with a supple body and enormous claws; its opulent appearance was perfectly sculpted from metal.

He wielded a ceremonial longsword identical to the Blade of Ral, and his body reeked of pheromones. With such an appearance, he was undoubtedly a Slaanesh archdatr!

But that's not all, it's far more than that.

Fugen could feel the close connection between himself and this demon, a link that originated from their souls!

"Who are you?" Fugen roared, an intense, indescribable sense of dread and a murderous urge overwhelming him...

"I was born from your corrupt murders." The Great Demon laughed maniacally, this body created by the Lord of Steel gave it great power in the physical universe, comparable to that of the entire space-time continuum!

"That excitement, that despair, that pain, and... that joy of liberation!"

"I was born at the moment of Steel Hand's death, amidst that disbelief, that lament, that rage!"

"I have countless names, but after the war that gave birth to me, I only have one name."

"They call me—the King of Sapphires."

Two different bursts of wild laughter rang out, one in front of Fugen, and the other in Fugen's heart.

160. Salvation and Depravity

What happened on Istvan 5 is something that neither the loyalists nor the chaos faction can or should forget.

Fugen would certainly not forget it, because it was the final step in his complete depravity.

His body was then possessed by Slaanesh's great demon, and the moment he beheaded his best friend, his complete depravity became unstoppable.

It doesn't matter who the great demon who possessed Fulgen's body was, because at that moment, with the death of Felus, not only was the corrupted Fulgen born, but also a dedicated demon.

The Sapphire King, an unknown figure among the many great demons of Slaanesh.

His appearances in the mortal world are mostly dealing with the Iron Hand. This demon itself exists because of the original body of the Son of Medusa, so it is naturally a great demon that is almost specifically targeting them.

However, he is also a great demon specifically targeting Fugen.

The emotional core that gave birth to the Sapphire King was the emotion of the Iron Hand Primarch at the moment of his death... but how much of Fugen's emotion was mixed in with it?

Therefore, when the King of Sapphires appeared before Fugen, his reason was almost instantly burned away.

Fugen saw before his eyes the moment when Felus died by his hand—when the amethyst on the hilt of the Blade of Ral burst forth with light, the uncontrollable power caused Fugen to completely lose his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the metal forged from the warp made contact with the Primarch's flesh, accompanied by a sound that echoed beyond the mortal realm...

A sharp howl, the edge of which was sharp enough to cut through Ferus’s skin, muscles and bones, was heard.

He stared at the headless corpse lying on the black earth, howled as he threw away the Blade of Ral, and in extreme pain, he wanted to choose death.

Did he make a choice? No, he chose emptiness, chose to surrender his body to the demon who killed Felus, abandoning everything in the process, only to have everything taken away from him in the end…

That feeling of emptiness, anger, and madness still dominates Fugen's mind, and with the appearance of the Sapphire King, this feeling is pushed to its extreme.

I'll blast you apart!

Fugen roared as he raised his flaming sword and slashed at the silver demon. His surging emotions further propelled Fugen's power, allowing him to break through the 750,000 horsepower barrier!

Antimatter power emerged from Fugen almost instantly... When he easily sliced ​​the silver demon into countless fragments, he felt no sense of victory whatsoever.

The demon did not die; his "corpse" was instantly reassembled.

The Sapphire King continued to laugh maniacally as he looked at Fugen, and in Fugen's extremely furious gaze, he saw the truth about this demon's immortality!

What makes up this demon's body is not flesh and blood or anything else—but countless tiny, almost invisible nanobots.

The indestructible, eternal, tiny machine was infinitely subdivided and recombined. The Great Demon's soul and power were attached to that living machine, rendering Fugen's attacks completely ineffective.

Even if it meant cutting the King of Sapphires into millions of pieces in an instant...

The magnetic field power contained in each nanorobot can easily accomplish incredible nano-regeneration.

"Is that Peturabo? Damn it!!"

Fugen, his face contorted with rage, cursed his displeased brother.