I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 253 Silly boy! Run!
That face flashing under the hood, that voice, that words and that smell
That breath, that breath was undoubtedly his, a breath that no Son of Horus could forget, a breath from their genetic father.
Abaddon's eyes faltered, his expression trembling, filled with fear and terror.

The way he looked at the linen robed figure was no longer like he was looking at an enemy, but rather like...
Like looking at his own father.
"Father, how is this possible?" Abaddon wailed.

"Nothing is impossible, Ezekiel."

The linen-robed figure spoke softly:

"Just like I can't imagine that the former captain of the Luna Wolves would fall to this state without knowing it."

"No!" Abaddon's voice suddenly became sharp, and he immediately retorted: "I didn't!"

"I did not repeat your mistakes, I did not fall into the abyss of chaos, I did not become a puppet of the Four Gods!"

The figure in the linen robe said nothing, but just looked at Abaddon silently.
It was not until a few seconds later that he slowly spoke: "You are not the first person to feel this way."

Abaddon took a sudden breath.

"I'll give you two choices."

The man in the linen robe moved slightly to reveal Zhou Yun behind him:

"First option"

"The pocket in my friend's belly is for lost people like you."

Hearing the words of the linen-robed figure, Zhou Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and shook the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach: "Come in, and learn from it?"

Abaddon was startled and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.
He was not stupid enough to put himself in danger.

Even ten thousand years ago, Abaddon's feelings for his genetic father were not as deep as this.
"No!"

Abaddon refused sharply, he stood up suddenly, and then————

A bloody mark was scratched on his face, blood gushed out, and Abaddon felt a sharp pain in one of his eyes, and it seemed that he was completely blind.
But Abaddon also swiftly swung the magic sword Dranikon in his hand and collided with the black sword in the linen robe figure's hand.

Abaddon was forced back instantly. He could feel that the demon sword Dranikon was starting to play badly again.
He couldn't help but greet Delanikorn's non-existent mother in his heart.

"Are you going to force me to kill you?"

The figure in the linen robe spoke slowly.

"You want to kill me!" Abaddon said hoarsely, "I don't want to be your enemy."

The main reason is that I can't win.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is his genetic father or not, his strength is undoubtedly strong.

Abaddon could not be defeated, especially since Dranikon was just pretending.

Dranikon's only wish is to kill the false emperor.
He was not interested in the holy relics that Belisarius Cawl was transporting.
Nor was he willing to fight for Abaddon against a possible Primarch.
The black sword lowered slightly, and the linen-robed figure stared at Abaddon.
"Why don't you retreat quickly?"

Abaddon's eyes widened suddenly, not daring to believe what the man in the linen robe said, but he felt as if he had been pardoned.

A burst of teleportation light instantly enveloped Abaddon and the Gastlin Terminators that followed him.
The Chaos Warmaster chose to flee back to the Vengeful Spirit using the teleportation beam without hesitation.
His figure disappeared in the teleportation light after a few breaths, which shows how anxious he was.

The ordinary Black Legion Astartes looked at this scene in a daze.
The Warmaster ran away???

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has escaped???
Wait, did the Warmaster just call the linen-robed figure "father"?

There was a terrifying silence in the air. The man in the linen robe, holding the black sword, silently glanced past the soldiers of the Black Legion.

"One day, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and old Chinese medicine doctor Fabius were bragging."

Zhou Yun suddenly spoke slowly:
"Fabius said, 'My medical skills are so advanced that I can create a drug that can revive a corpse.'"

"Abaddon said: 'My great work will be accomplished. I will fight my way from the Eye of Terror to Terra along the Crimson Road!'"

"Fabius didn't believe it and asked Abaddon to prove it. Abaddon panicked and quickly called his men to discuss it."

"At this time, a wizard who believed in the Lord of Change spoke up: 'Warmaster Abaddon, I have an idea. You can ask Fabius to bring the medicine and give it to the corpse of Warmaster Horus. After Warmaster Horus is resurrected, you can run from the Eye of Terror to Terra without the Scarlet Road.'"

The people present were stunned when they heard Zhou Yun's words.
"Hahahahahaha." Only Reina tried hard to hold back her laughter, but in the end she couldn't help laughing out loud. Zhou Yun looked at the group of Astartes from the Black Legion with pity in his eyes.
"Silly boy, run!" he said sincerely, and at the same time stretched out his hand to point the direction of the mountain top to the black army, signaling them to run in that direction.
By the way, Zhou Yun also took back the hot performance clapperboard and robot director from Sanguinius.

All of a sudden, the Astartes of the Black Legion realized.

Yes, the way down the mountain is blocked. They should run up the mountain, climb over it and then find a way to retreat back to the void ship.
The Warmaster has fled, why are they still here? !

Without hesitation, the black army turned around and ran towards the top of Crone Mountain.

The Battle Sisters, the 184th Regiment of Cadia, and the Knight Families wanted to give chase, but Zhou Yun waved his hand to signal them not to be anxious.

The 184th Regiment of Cadia stopped first. They were old acquaintances of Zhou Yun and knew his style.

The Sisters of Battle also stopped, only for Saint Celestine to block their way.

Belisarius Cawl also uttered a series of binary prayers, signaling the knights not to pursue.

Only Greyfax looked at Zhou Yun with suspicion and scrutiny, and then continued to follow the Black Legion without hesitation——

boom! ! !
Belisarius Cawl struck Greyfax's head hard with the back of his axe. With his strong body that had been continuously transformed over ten thousand years and his rich biological knowledge, the great sage knocked Greyfax unconscious with just a short and fast blow of his axe.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and give a thumbs up to the great sage Belisarius Cawl. Cawl tilted his mechanical body slightly and bowed to Zhou Yun in return.
For some reason, the body of this great sage was trembling slightly. Could it be that Crassus's cold wind affected the functioning of his body?
Before Zhou Yun could think, Sanguinius walked in front of him.

Zhou Yun looked at Sanguinius' face hidden under the linen robe. It was a bald, majestic face, like that of an ancient general. It was the face of Horus, molded out of Zhou Yun's body clay.

"My essence contains all the emotions of all beings towards Horus over the past ten thousand years, and contains the echo of Horus killing me."

"In addition, the scar left by Horus is still on my chest. With these two combined, I can disguise my aura to be indistinguishable from Horus's."

"This is actually a good thing for you. You have used my and my brother's faces so many times that the gods in the warp don't pay much attention to it."

"Of course, it's also limited to five minutes, otherwise the gods will definitely see through it."

Sanguinius said softly as he handed the black sword in his hand to Zhou Yun:

"The spoils of war. The soul of this black sword contains some fragments of Sigismund's consciousness. His anger and hatred towards Abaddon were so strong that they have not completely subsided in ten thousand years. You decide whether to sell it or not."

"If we can gather more than half of the black swords, we may be able to revive Sigismund's consciousness."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, stuffed the black sword into his four-dimensional pocket, and glanced at the price of the black sword.

The price is indeed not low, but Zhou Yun does not have to sell it now. It is indeed a good thing to keep it as a collection. After all, it contains a part of Sigismund's old black sword, and the machine soul still retains some of Sigismund's will.
As for collecting more than half of the black swords, there might be a way to revive Sigismund's will, but this would require the cooperation of the Black Templar.

"Can't he be killed?" Zhou Yun said with some regret, of course he was referring to Abaddon.

"The gods have other plans for him. They will not let him die here. Any rash attempt to kill him will only attract the attention of the gods."

Sanguinius shook his head and said:

"By the way, this pantheon includes five other gods, and the other one is Dranikon. Even my father dare not underestimate it. This magic sword, born from the first murder of mankind, is the natural nemesis of the human race, and it is no exception to me."

"As long as it doesn't want Abaddon dead, I can't finish him off in five minutes."

"However, I transferred a very small part of the wound that Horus left on me to Abaddon. Combined with my psychic power and the wounds in the material realm, it will be impossible for Abaddon to heal for a long time."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly. This was the plan the two of them had discussed early in the morning.

In this case, in order to remove the wound, the four gods must agree.
The Four Gods are not monolithic, especially Abaddon, whose value actually decreased after the Great Rift opened.
By the time the four gods reached a consensus and discovered that the wound was the one Horus had left on Sanguinius, Zhou Yun and the others had already arrived at Macragge.
Moreover, the wound on Abaddon's body was an extension of the wound on Sanguinius' body. The two were one and the same at the warp level.

While the four gods are healing this wound, Sanguinius will have the opportunity to have his own wounds healed as well.

Allowing Abaddon to recover is equivalent to giving Sanguinius a chance to recover. What will the four gods choose?

Sanguinius silently checked his watch in his mind, looked at Zhou Yun and said, "Time is running out. I will return to your four-dimensional pocket first."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, shook his four-dimensional pocket and let Sanguinius get in.
At this moment, the sound of fighting broke out on the top of the mountain.

Zhou Yun looked around and saw that the black army that had just retreated had just bumped into the Eldar Death Army that was coming down the mountain.
He couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)