Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

It's just a dream anyway, let it be.

It’s a good opportunity to recall the past and think about the era that made me feel both regretful and disgusted.

He had had enough of the Emperor's lies and was no longer willing to play meaningless games with the Empire. He was now the Warmaster of Chaos, and his only goal was to destroy the former human empire.

Let the rotten corpse sitting on the golden throne feel what it feels like to have everything he owns burned to ashes.

Looking around at the snowy plains with no visible boundaries, Abaddon didn't know where to go next.

If this was a dream, it was too real.

But if this is reality, then it is absolutely impossible.

Somewhere in the dark, he could feel a voice calling him.

The voice was very familiar. If my memory was correct, it should be the former Gavial Loken.

Originally, I wanted to help this brother, but unfortunately he still maintained his blind loyalty to the emperor.

Following the sound, Abaddon began to take his steps on the snowy field, but he had not gone far when he stepped on empty air and was about to fall into the hole under his feet when his hand was suddenly grabbed.

"who is it!"

"Brother, don't be stubborn anymore."

"Acton Cruz...did you two make an appointment? You plan to make me have this dream at the same time?"

"Brother, if you still think this is a dream, you will regret it next."

Abaddon sneered, then watched in silence as the familiar figure tried to lift himself out of the hole.

But soon he felt another force pulling him into the dark void.

He looked down at the thing that had grabbed his ankle.

That was another self, wearing power armor enchanted by the power of the warp, and his left hand was tightly grasping his ankle.

"Let my brother go!"

"He can't go back!"

Abaddon just watched Cruz and his fallen-into-warp self arguing with each other. Neither side could take any substantial action against him, but they were deadlocked here.

So, you are still hesitant in your heart, right?

Is he using the power of the Warp in order to overthrow the Empire, or is he simply pursuing a more powerful destructive force?

Abaddon thought back to everything he had done in the past, and watched himself sink deeper and deeper into the power trap of the Warp.

On the surface, he was trying to overthrow the Empire, but in reality he was helping the Warp to commit atrocities.

He knew very well that those destructive powers in the subspace were treating him as a tool. They wanted him to follow the same path as the Father of Genes and eventually become a puppet in their hands.

But I still have a free and independent will.

Just like the Black Legion under his command...

"Don't fool yourself. Look at the four fierce generals under your command. Don't they represent the investment made by the Four Gods in your Black Legion?"

The words of the shadow beneath his feet caused Abaddon to fall silent.

The Four Gods have begun to gradually infiltrate their power into the black army under his command.

If he continues like this, he will become a tool sooner or later.

"Abaddon! You must believe in your former brothers. There is still a will among them that refuses to surrender and is still fighting. They are loyal to their father, loyal to you who they believe has inherited their father's will, not to the Four Gods!"

"If you really still consider them brothers, then you can't lead them into the abyss!"

The peculiar voice woke Abaddon from his contemplation. If the voices of the other two captains were merely familiar to him, then this existence was definitely worthy of his attention.

Captain of the 2nd Company of the Sons of Horus, Tarek Torgaddon.

He is the second most influential person in the legion after himself, and his rationality and judgment are among the best in the legion.

When fighting, even I have to carefully consider the other party's proposals, and more importantly, the other party has indirectly saved my life more than once.

"There's nothing wrong with accepting the power of the Four Gods. They can become even more powerful. Look at Lucius, look at Typhas, and look at Kahn!"

"Those cousins who have received the power of the Four Gods are stronger than the last. They can bring endless troubles to the empire and cause constant pain to the corrupt being on the throne."

"Don't you want to step on their heads? As long as all your subordinates become more powerful than them, you will be the rightful Warmaster of Chaos!"

Along with the sound of shadows under their feet, Lucius, Typhas and Kahn stretched out their hands at the same time. They not only grabbed their ankles, but also tried to grab the armor on their thighs and pull themselves into the hole.

Abaddon instinctively stretched out his left hand, and Torgaddon and Loken grabbed it.

"You can't leave! The Empire will never forgive you for what you've done!"

"We don't need the Empire's forgiveness, we just want to be worthy of our father!"

An inexplicable feeling of irritation rushed into his head, and Abaddon felt like a lone boat in a rainstorm, unable to control himself.

He was tossed back and forth like a weight by both sides, played with in their hands at will.

"That's enough, let me go!"

Abaddon suddenly woke up with a roar, but he found that he could not get out of the dream at all.

He simply walked from one dream into another.

"What do you want to do?! I cannot return to the Imperium, but I also don't want to truly join the Four Gods! I inherit the name of the Sons of Horus. I am the Warmaster of Chaos, not a slave of the Four Gods!"

Abaddon cried out, but at this moment no one of his former brothers or his now fallen cousins came out to influence him.

I was the only one in the entire spacious and long steel corridor. The surroundings were so empty that I could even hear echoes coming from far away.

"Just now it was a snowy field, and now it's a corridor. I want to see how ridiculous this dream can get!"

With anger in his heart, Abaddon walked step by step towards the door at the end.

He knew that behind that door was the source of this dream.

He wanted to see which part of his memories could pull him into this series of dreams.

What is it in my subconscious that I can't let go of?

The heavy stomping sound of the power armor echoed in the corridor, and the door in front of him was getting closer and closer.

Soon, he found that the door stopped approaching. No matter how he sped up, the door just stayed where it was.

At this moment, sudden bright lights came on from both sides of the corridor.

Saul Tarvitz, Captain of the First Company of the Emperor's Children.

The Emperor's Children's Dreadnought "Ancient" Raylanor.

Gavial Loken, Acton Cruze, Tarek Torgaddon, and many former brothers in the Legion.

Nathanville-Garrow, Captain of the 7th Company of the Death Guard.

These were brothers and cousins who had died or been scattered in that terrible conspiracy and past.

I had clearly forgotten about them for many years, but now they all came flooding back and embarrassed me.

"If you just wanted me to have a nightmare, then you've achieved your goal. Let me go back now!"

"It wasn't us who asked you to come here, but you. We would have died long ago."

"Yes, he died in a series of conspiracies and horrors from ten thousand years ago."

Abaddon stood among his fallen brothers, all watching him.

He actually didn't understand what these guys said, because in his opinion, he didn't have any so-called obsession still left in his memory.

He never regretted anything he did.

Whether it was laying the hands of destruction upon these brothers, or following their father in rebellion against the Emperor, spreading pain throughout the Imperium.

He has no regrets about all of this.

"Brother, it's come to this, and you're still lying to yourself, right? We don't care at all. It makes no difference whether we live or die, but can you really let go of the memory of yourself killing your father?"

These words made Abaddon's pupils shrink instantly. Those were memories buried deep in his heart, things he absolutely did not want to recall.

"You killed your father's clone and ended the era of the so-called Primarchs with your own hands."

"Then we must tell you that you did not succeed."

"Father's will still remains in this world, and he will come back for you."

At this moment, Abaddon truly felt the fear in his heart. He could not imagine how his genetic father would react when he knew what he had done.

He fell into the conspiracy of the Four Gods and became a tool in their hands, even sending the Sons of Horus into the hands of the Four Gods, making them carriers and incarnations of demons.

"Open that door, and you'll have to face it sooner or later."

All the brothers just stared at him silently, with warning, hatred, calmness, sadness and pity in their eyes.

Abaddon walked towards the door and gently placed his hands on it.

After taking a deep breath, he pushed open the tightly closed door under the gaze of all his brothers.

The figure that appeared in his sight made him completely speechless.

"Father……"

"The time of the Primarchs is over, isn't it?"

"I……"

"You yourself don't regret what you did, do you?"

After two consecutive questions, Abaddon was completely speechless.

He had no way of explaining his past behavior, so he could only face his father's reproach.

"Destroying Cadia is certainly a good strategy, but after you destroy it, have you ever thought about whether you can still curb the minions of the Four Gods?"

"You can overthrow the empire, but then what?"

"Will the Four Gods tear the galaxy to pieces, or will you lead those Chaos warbands and rule the Empire?"

"Do they really obey your orders?"

"They are just temporarily gathered under your command for various reasons."

"You clearly know everything, yet you insist on asking me to say it."

Abaddon was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

These were things he was very clear about. He actually had no way to perfectly command the Chaos warbands that had defected to the respective forces of the Four Gods, such as Lucius the Undying and Typhas the Herald of Nurgle.

They simply will not obey their own orders unless their actions are clearly related to their own interests.

"So, Abaddon, go if you want."

"One more thing, I'll be back soon. When I get back, you'd better come up with a good reason to explain everything you've done, otherwise you'd better wait."

"After all, the World Destroyer has no eyes..."

Just as Abaddon was about to look up, a huge power hammer was swung towards him. He was about to raise his hand to block it, but he was instantly awakened from his dream.

At this time, he was still sitting on the throne of the Spirit of Vengeance, which originally belonged to his father Horus, but now became his after ten thousand years.

"Warmaster, what's wrong with you?"

A thousand-year-old veteran who had been following the Sons of Horus immediately stepped forward and inquired about Abaddon's condition.

From the very beginning, their warmaster had been muttering to himself, but no one could hear the words he said.

It was as if someone had deliberately covered their ears.

"I'm fine, it was just a dream."

"I see. Then I won't ask any more questions..."

"Wait a minute, what do you think of the Black Legion now?"

The former Son of Horus seemed somewhat puzzled by the question posed by Abaddon, but he still considered it carefully and cautiously.

"Warmaster, if I must say, we are not as good as we were before. At least our intentions back then were pure."

"Oh, it's okay, you can go down."

Abaddon raised his hand and rubbed his head.

This dream was so real, so real that it frightened me.