I am the magnetic field maniac

The Necrons are still missing, or rather, after mastering the possibility of restoring souls, the Silent King chose to use him to summon all the dynasties in the galaxy to revive and work hard to fight against the Terran swarm army outside the galaxy.

Compared to the war within the Milky Way, the war between the Necrons and the Tyranids outside the Milky Way is probably the real "War in Heaven".

This is also a good thing for humans and the Eldar - even if they are both considered "orderly", they don't want to fight the Necrons at all... Even if they have mastered the power of magnetic fields, they are not willing to fight these space skeletons...

The flames of war raging in this doomsday galaxy will only end when everything is destroyed.

158. Double Warmaster

When Fulgrim chose to carry out a suicide boarding with the Punishment Battleship, he was already prepared to perish together with Blackrock Fortress.

If this were true, it would be a result that Fulgrim would be happy to accept... but it was obvious that fate had once again favored the Emperor's son.

When the Sky Punishment warship crashed into the Black Stone Fortress, its inertia-free thrusters glowed red at the Black Stone...

The overlapping of the shadows instantly reduced the impact force by more than 99 percent.

But despite this, the Sky Punishment battleship still successfully broke into the Blackrock Fortress, just like stabbing a sharp knife into a person's body.

As for Fugen, after receiving the dizzying data and pain from the system of the Armor of Destiny, he quickly recovered.

Unfortunately, he was unable to completely destroy Blackstone Fortress.

Fortunately, he didn't die.

With a slightly heavy breath, Fugen jumped off the top of the battleship, and almost in an instant, an abnormal phenomenon occurred here.

The cold came first, freezing Fulgrim's boots.

Then there were sounds—distant and secret, a terrible combination of roars and clankings, dull and far away, like those heard in water. They echoed and were only half heard, telling of the bottomless pit and the vastness.

The immeasurable distance, and finally its presence, the unshakable feeling that the Blackstone Fortress was piercing his soul, the feeling of a mountain-like giant sizing up the bacterial intruder.

Fulgrim ignored the coldness that this subspace energy brought to reality, and moved forward unswervingly towards the dark corridor in front of him. Faced with the maze-like structure that stretched in all directions, he moved forward unswervingly in one direction.

Darkness and nothingness cannot stop Fulgrim's progress, but if it is the whispers of the warp, it will be different.

"You killed him, using your sword to chop off his head with ease..."

"You are right, you are the most noble, and your brothers are just a bunch of cowards who are jealous of your perfection..."

"Don't listen to him. The man who calls himself your father is nothing but a tyrant who wants to take advantage of you."

The whisper rang in Fulgrim's ears, and he stopped stiffly almost instinctively.

He was very familiar with these whispers, how could he forget them?

The moment he picked up the sword, the great demon residing in the perfect weapon began to bewitch Fugen again and again.

Falling is not a brainwashing that can change your personality and cognition...

He is leading you down a false path through lies repeated over and over and little whispers of truth hidden among them.

Fugen's body was stiff, because he was too familiar with these voices... and these voices brought him into such a tragic situation.

"Shut up!" Fugen growled.

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

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

Fulgrim said nothing, his brain was bulging with veins, and he tried his best to ignore the part of the devil Fulgrim in his soul.

He and his essence are one soul, but the memory of his self that came from the devil made Fugen feel supreme pain.

But this pain is not the memory itself, but the need to resist the pleasure brought by the pain, so that this pleasure does not take away the pain of one's soul!

Fugen growled, and without hesitation he raised the flaming sword and cut a wound on his face!

The high temperature flame should have healed the wound, but in this cold and uncertain area, the physical phenomena were completely overturned.

The flames failed to burn the wound, but instead caused more blood to flow. The wall beneath Fulgrim was rippling, obviously affected by his splattered blood, moving like leaves in the breeze -

It flakes off, rises, and becomes a moving mass. He sees the fragments forming pyramids.

There were hundreds of them, identical to the one that had just torn off his hand.

Nothing is constant, nothing is eternal, and nothing can be trusted. Blackstone Fortress itself is an anti-matter, anti-rational place.

Knowing that he could not stay, Fulgrim began to use the things happening before his eyes and the pain of his wounds to suppress the whispers in his head. He rushed forward quickly and got "stuck" in a wall... But this was not the wrong path. He successfully got from the "front room" of the Blackstone Fortress to the "back room".

The Blackstone Fortress with abnormal physical rules was like a game with a stuck model, instantly trapping Fulgrim inside this huge fortress.

And through that illusory scene, Fulgrim saw that on the ground he left, every inch of the walls and floor were moving, clicking, rolling, forming a sea of ​​black pyramids -

There are thousands of pyramids, each tiny one represents a distorted and deformed miniature world.

This is why Blackstone Fortress does not need any force to protect the Warmaster, the fortress itself is a huge trap.

Except for Abaddon, who possesses the Eye of Night, no one can successfully enter the truth wrapped in countless wrong answers.

But this does not include Fugen.

Time slowed down in an instant, and Fulgrim held in his hand a small necromancer gadget that Trazyn had given him before setting off.

Like a shining emerald cat's eye, it allowed Fugen to see the truth behind the countless overlapping pyramids.

Among the countless overlapping levels, Fulgrim jumped towards one of them decisively! As he sank into it, the pyramids surged into a rolling, glittering, angular landslide like a flood.

And as he crossed the levels, Fugen reached his destination!

For a split second, Fulgrim thought he saw Horus, but only for a moment, and his power armor was also black, with golden trim on the ceramsite layer.

Reclining on his throne like a king at leisure, he was too strong to slouch and too alert to rest, his hands on the hilt of a twisted longsword.

The sword was entangled with countless twisted and howling faces, as terrifying as the origin of the magic sword itself.

"Alien things are ultimately unreliable."

Abaddon said in a hoarse voice. He threw away the Eye of Darkness in his hand with hatred, stared at Fulgrim in front of him, and sneered...

"I have seen you! A clone of the Primarch. Ten thousand years ago, you lay like a baby in Fabius's incubator."

"Abaddon, your fate will end again!" Fulgrim hissed

"And then? Continue on the same old path without any change?" Abaddon stood up from the throne with a grim smile, walked towards Fulgrim and said...

"Stop wasting our time talking nonsense."

Since we both want to kill each other, there is no point in saying any more nonsense!

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

The Warmaster roared, waving the Claw of Horus and charging forward. His magnetic boots crushed the black stone beneath his feet, and he pounced on Fulgrim with a deadly and sharp blow!

He also has a magnetic field rotating, there is no doubt about it.

Even though he hated this infinite chaotic power, Abaddon knew that if he didn't use it, he would have no future.

But at least Abaddon will only use it when necessary!

Five hundred and ninety thousand horses. This was the power Abaddon gained after a large number of sacrifices.

This gave him the confidence to defeat a Primarch - a past Primarch.

The gap between the Astartes and the Primarchs is huge, but the magnetic force can close the gap. However, if both possess the magnetic force -

The already huge gap will only become even bigger in an instant.

Abaddon's magnetic field strength is only 590,000 horsepower, while Fulgrim, even if his soul is incomplete, with the help of the Primarch's body, he still possesses a strength of 700,000 horsepower!

Fulgrim easily parried Abaddon's attack and quickly disrupted the Warmaster's attack rhythm with extremely delicate sword moves, instantly creating thousands of impenetrable magnetic field sword nets.

The Chaos Terminator armor on Abaddon was cut into pieces, but the most fatal thing was his wide open middle door.

The burning blade pierced the Warmaster's throat without hesitation... Fulgrim had already used the most exquisite and deadly method to take Abaddon's head.

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

Draconis, the sword of the enemy of humanity!

A great demon that was born completely from the first murder of mankind, from the moment when the Emperor's uncle killed his father when he was still a human.

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

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

This is a magic sword that specifically kills humans, especially the Emperor!

The terrifying roar of the great demon made Fugen's heart stop instantly...

The large number of painful faces intertwined on the sword forced Fugen to switch from offense to defense!

Fugen was forced to retreat, and blood flowed from all the orifices on his handsome face.

And what about Abaddon? His situation was not good either. Fulgrim humiliated Abaddon by cutting off his dreadlocks as he retreated. The long hair fell down and burned. Abaddon looked even more like Horus.

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

Fulgrim pointed his flaming sword at Abaddon coldly.

Draconian's special attack can only work once. Unless Abaddon completely releases the great demon in this magic sword... otherwise, the power of the Sword of Human Enemy will never be able to harm Fulgrim a second time!

And from the fight just now, it has been seen that Fulgrim completely crushes Abaddon in terms of strength, flow, or complete realm.

What reason did he have for not taking the life of the man with the pigtail in the next move?

"You are right. You are right."

Abaddon said in a hoarse voice, his cloudy eyes filled with the power of chaos reflected Fulgrim's appearance, and also reflected Abaddon's appearance...

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

The reason why Abaddon is considered a joke by both Chaos and the Empire is because he is just an Astartes!

Some things are destined from the beginning. No matter how hard Abaddon, an Astartes, tries or how hard he deals damage to the empire, he is still just a clown in the eyes of others.

Including the fallen primarchs, none of these real "big guys" regarded him as a real opponent who deserved respect.

But it is also good this way, because it is precisely because of their contempt that Abaddon has been able to accomplish so many great things today... and is only one step away from completing the task of destroying the empire.

But now, facing Fulgrim's blade, the dream that was only one step away seemed out of reach.

No, how could this be? It would never be like this!

"Fulgrim, today I am going to tell you, tell all of you - I, Abaddon, am the true Warmaster!"

As Abaddon roared, he accepted the soul fragment of Horus without resistance... and then, a huge figure emerged behind Abaddon!

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

Fulgrim's eyes widened. That pale face, that dark giant in wolf skin, that huge chaotic eye in front of the armor - he would never make a mistake!

That's Horus!

"The power of the Four Chaos Gods is enough to understand Guilliman's "Second Empire"!" Abaddon roared while holding the magic sword tightly.

"Fugen, you bastard, do you have the confidence and ability to use your pathetic and incomplete soul to defeat my dual warmasters!!"

159. Abaddon's Defeat

We all have our preferences, even among our children, and my father has different preferences among us.

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

He will achieve far more than I will, I am sure of it.

But is he the favorite? Miss Oriton, that depends on how you understand this matter 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 Sejanus possessed another kind of power. If Ezekiel was my Lupercal, my eldest son, then Sejanus was my Guilliman. Sedirae was my Dorn, and Torgaddon was my Ferrus.

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

But he is my favorite son. If anyone asks me, I will deny it. I cannot show any favoritism. But since we are alone here, I will tell you - he is my Sanguinius.

As a father, I love them all, trust them all... because they are all faithful tools, like me, to shape the future and advance civilization. All of them, even... That's it, the narrator...

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

Abaddon bit his lip. He was no stranger to this scene because he had experienced it himself.