I'm a magnetic field madman

Even the famous space necromancer Olkan didn't actually alter the timeline. His time manipulation merely guided the timeline towards the outcome he desired.

So what fate awaits Abaddon here? What does the great and eternal Warp expect of Abaddon?

Peturabo has disappeared, just as he said he simply sent Abaddon to where he was supposed to go.

Abaddon couldn't think of anything else in the entire Warp that could possibly make the Iron Lords act.

His body staggered forward, slowly but laboriously climbing into the Serpent Temple. Step by step, he ascended the twisted steps and the gate, engraved with chaotic and blasphemous symbols.

The mocking laughter of the four gods reached his ears; the boundless malice of the Chaos God enveloped Abaddon.

Staggering along, Abaddon's premonition was confirmed. He crossed a narrow road, the two rows of braziers gradually lighting up as he passed, until he reached the end of the road...

Before the statues of the four gods, a huge, pale man knelt.

His body was deathly pale, encased in black and red power armor that had been desecrated by chaos.

The black wolf skin had already rotted, just like his soul, which had been filled with chaos and stripped away.

Abaddon's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from that long-lost... instinctive tremor he felt as an Astartes when facing the Father of Genetics!

"Horus..."

Abaddon murmured the name of the Father of Genetics in a hoarse voice... However, he was certain that what was in front of him was not Horus—at least not a living Horus.

Horus is dead, utterly dead. The Four Gods tore his will and soul apart, and the Emperor utterly annihilated his life…

Nothing in this universe can survive the onslaught of the powerful beings of the warp.

But Horus's body did not disappear.

Their father's remains were stolen by Fabius Bayer... That damned apothecary, son of the emperor, created twenty-two clones of the Primarch through his research on the Warmaster's body and genes.

Of course, only two ultimately came to be. And both of them were betrayed by their own "offspring".

After that, where did Horus's body go?

Abaddon was unaware that after the destruction of Holy Song City, he believed that Fabius's blasphemy had destroyed Horus's body, or that he had taken Horus's remains.

But now, Horus's physical body exists here—

Boom!!

Above Abaddon, the booming explosions from beyond the atmosphere grew increasingly clear, and Abaddon, who had personally given the order, knew that this was the sound of an impending orbital bombardment.

On the other side of this timeline, he had already killed the cloned Horus, truly becoming a Chaos Warmaster, and then personally ordered the destruction of all traces of the planet.

And now, Abaddon has appeared here, standing before his father's corpse.

His body, beneath the Terminator armor, trembled, and then a strong sense of sorrow and absurdity made Abaddon burst into laughter.

"Hehehe, is that so? I see. My mission as a substitute is finally reaching its final stage?!"

Having dealt with Chaos for ten thousand years, Abaddon knew all too well the true nature of those bastards. And now, he carried fragments of Horus's soul, while Horus's lost remains lay before him!

He stared at the statues of the four gods; they were silent, but their task was clear.

Abaddon, he either dies here or follows their path and brings back the true Warmaster!

Abaddon had no choice but to submit to Chaos or to the Empire, neither of which was something Abaddon's pride would allow him to do.

The terrifying roar grew increasingly pronounced, and Abaddon felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. Sensing the passing of life, feeling the throbbing of his soul, Abaddon laughed maniacally and opened his arms!

The cursed sword Draconion, which had abandoned him, has once again returned to the Warmaster's hands... but this time, Abaddon must make his own choice!

He could no longer distinguish whether what he was doing was still chaotic malice and thought; Abaddon couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to.

He is Ezekiel Abaddon, the Lord of the Black Legion, and he will make his own choices based on his own will and decisions!

Without hesitation, he raised Draconion and plunged the sword, the enemy of mankind, through his own body!

Not only that, this terrifying demonic sword not only pierced through Abaddon's body, but also passed through Horus's corpse.

The great demon within the sword began to greedily devour the souls of Abaddon and Horus, while Abaddon, feeling the weakness and eternal darkness, laughed with unparalleled pleasure and savagery.

Come, Draconion, enemy of mankind, devour the soul of the Warmaster!

Even in death, Abaddon would not allow the Four Gods or the Emperor to obtain his soul—let all of him feed the last monster.

The roaring flames of extinction engulfed the temple.

162. The Emperor Finally Arrives

As the dark clouds that shrouded Cadia dissipated, and as the monsters and traitors that filled the skies above Cadia were gradually brought down.

The high tide of this dark expedition seemed to have come to an end in a rather muddled way.

The warships of the various war groups and the Imperial Navy, arriving late, only saw the Blackrock Fortress, which had fallen and been destroyed for unknown reasons, but they still managed to catch up with the war.

Unable to confront, nor needing to confront, the most terrifying creation, they vented their anger on other enemies of the emperor.

The Black Legion's warships have encountered their most terrifying enemy.

The various fleets that came to support the Gate of Cardia, from the old rival Gothic fleet to the vengeful fleet of the Sons of Medusa.

Without their commander, the Black Legion was in complete chaos... These former sons of Horus and veterans of countless battles were like headless flies.

Some wanted to escape back to the Eye of Fear, while others wanted to fight the traitors of the false emperor... But all of these thoughts were dispelled with the arrival of a golden warship.

It's like a giant born from the void, crafted from gold and marble. As a unique golden behemoth, it's like a golden palace…

However, in terms of size and firepower, even the Queen Glory-class battleships pale in comparison.

Its existence surpasses the limits of human imagination, with a soaring eagle serving as the bow, and the hull covered with statues and a vast city composed of war temples.

The hull and wings gradually narrowed, forming a spear-like tip, while the engine unit emitted a cold blue light.

As a unique class of vessel, its size is comparable to that of the orbital plates Riga and Skye on Terra.

The significance of such a ship is far greater than the destructive power of the warship itself.

Countless veterans trembled, unable to utter a single word. Their souls and wills burned, and fear and shame instantly overwhelmed them!

Because they had already recognized the ship.

That was a ship that should have been destroyed in the flames of the Great Mutiny, a ship that should have perished together with the traitor's flagship!

It had many riders; Horus rode it, Leon rode it, and even Guilliman once served as its commander.

But no matter who it is, there will always be only one owner of this ship—its keeper, who has inscribed his eternal name on the name of the warship.

Emperor Dream

The flagship of the Emperor during the Great Expedition.

His arrival foreshadowed the emperor's wrath, representing the human sovereign's utter impatience with his enemy to the point of personally bringing about destruction.

In the past, these veterans might have dared to muster the courage to destroy the ship in order to ask the Destruction Gods for a favor... But now, they don't even dare to utter their usual catchphrase.

A false emperor? A corpse emperor?

Even the bravest warrior, would he dare to shout that to his face?

The golden Imperial Dream, it truly felt like a dream...

A dream that has traveled from an ancient and distant era to the chaotic and corrupt world we live in today.

He is the deepest repentance and nightmare of a traitor, and the greatest reward for a loyal person.

The Emperor's psychic veil has been naturally unveiled, and compared to the veil of ten thousand years ago that only allowed people to see the Emperor's image in their hearts, the Emperor's arrival at this moment... directly allowed all life in the entire Cartier Gate to see the Emperor's existence!

He has been elevated to godhood, and as a deity descending upon the battlefield, such power can only be described as a matter of course!

"It's the God Emperor! The God Emperor has arrived!!"

"He loves us, He has come, for Kadia, for humanity, for the Emperor!!"

"Kill all these traitors, and we are destined to return to the Golden Throne!!"

The arrival of the Emperor Dream not only added another layer of fear to the traitors, but also injected a strong boost into the morale of all the loyalists!

Shouting the Emperor's name, many soldiers who had been scattered or even routed suddenly seemed to have gained immense courage and morale. Looking at the huge golden warship, they seemed to see their faith carried within it!

What in this world could be more glorious than being watched by an emperor?

The Astartes charged forward with bloodshot eyes, as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and even the most ordinary mortal soldiers were more motivated than ever before!

Even with only a bayonet, they dared to charge at the fully armed Chaos Terminator in front of them.

Faced with such courage, the traitor is naturally defeated.

Courage vanished completely, leaving only despair in my heart.

Countless warships of the once-aggressive Black Legion fled in disarray toward the Eye of Terror, while the loyalist fleet relentlessly pursued them, reaping the lives of these traitors!

The Emperor remained silent. On the Emperor Dream, Leon stood beside him, while the First Legion's Primarchs, sword-wielding protectors of their father, shared his vision.

"Kadia's victory was not a true victory."

The Emperor said in a calm voice, "Even though this battle almost completely shattered the Black Legion... in the Emperor's eyes, this is just an appetizer."

"The situation in Chagatai is not optimistic."

As the Emperor spoke, Leon shared his view. He saw an endless green tide, fifteen enormous battle moons, and—

Nearly a thousand giant orcs stood blocking Chagatai's path!

"Are they beasts?" Leon asked in bewilderment. In his understanding, only warbosses who had become beasts could have such a size. These orcs had already broken away from the concept of warlords and were on the path to becoming orc emperors.

But why are there so many Warboss in a single green tide? This doesn't make sense.

There's practically no alliance among the greenskins; all the warbosses must vie for a true leader...

While they might not necessarily kill the defeated warboss, the possibility of peaceful coexistence is virtually nonexistent.

"No," the Emperor said calmly.

"They are not beasts, but rather, they are Oldork, who have undergone a further evolution, a return to their ancestral forms."

“Ancient orcs…” Leon frowned, pondering for a moment before speaking…

"Is it the race that those Eldar prophets claimed to have fought alongside them against the Star Gods and the Necromancers of the Astral Realms?"

"Yes, but not only that, those pointy ears also concealed the dishonorable role they played inside," the Emperor said with a soft hum.

"Ada, like the ancient orcs, is a biological weapon created by the ancient saints. And like them, they have both undergone a period of regression over time—"

Aida lost her autonomous immortality and her generally Alpha-level psionic talents, while the ancient orcs fared even worse.

The emperor paused, seemingly considering whether he should reveal this mystery... but after some hesitation, he told Leon the answer anyway...

"The Greenskins are actually very similar in nature to the Tyranid Swarm; I even suspect they are biological weapons created by the Old Ones," the Emperor said solemnly.

"They all possess a considerable degree of group dependence on the individual. For the Tyranids, they have only one hive will and most swarms unconditionally accept the control of a single node creature, while the Greenskins unconditionally submit to the Greenskins who are closer to their gods, 'Gorgon and Mao'."

They grow by drawing sustenance from battle, and every greenskin has the potential to become a beast—but beyond that, they will likely revert to their pre-degenerate state.

"The extinction of the ancient orcs stemmed from an event that, for reasons unknown, occurred between the psionic and technologically advanced individuals who held the dominant position at that time—"

The current name is this massive plague, which nearly wiped out the upper Orks, and the lower Orks were slaughtered and driven out, to the point that they disappeared from the galaxy for a long time.

When they reappeared, their civilization and technology had completely collapsed, and had even greatly regressed. This is why the Eldar were able to rule the galaxy peacefully for sixty million years.

"You mean, that was a plague released by the Eldar?"

"That's highly likely," the Emperor said calmly.

"But the Greenskins will not perish. The unique nature of this race means they cannot be viewed from the perspective of ordinary races. They are essentially intelligent war engines that have not been put on their brakes. The enemies that Chagatai encountered were not ordinary Greenskins."

The presence of over a thousand ancient orcs only suggests that their ruler is very likely the sole chosen one of Mao Erge, or even—their incarnation.

The Emperor was not exaggerating; during the ten thousand years that he also held the throne of God and the Supreme Heaven, he also dealt with those two green-skinned gods of the subspace.

To be precise, Mao rarely interfered in the affairs of the Greens.

They are not gods who like to frequently appear in the arena; even the Emperor has never seen the psionic entity that caused the trouble for Brother Mao.

They are more like a passive stress response mechanism; if anyone provokes them, they will immediately retaliate.

The Greens' myth describes their Maoist brother as follows: the Greens are cruel and cunning, the Maoists are cunning and cruel, one will shove a stick in your face, the other will shove a stick in the back of your head.

In fact, this description is far more accurate than the vague riddles of the Eldar mythology—

The Emperor himself knew of at least three times when he had Mao Zedong beat up those four scoundrels.

Two of these were Khorne's attempts, one of which involved him trying to convert a group of Greenskins into his followers, or rather, leading them to his Chaos Wasteland.