I am the magnetic field maniac

Even the famous Necromancer Orkan did not actually modify the timeline. The correction of time only led him to the result he hoped to see.

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

Perturabo had vanished, and as he had said he had merely sent Abaddon to where he had been sent.

But Abaddon could not think of anything else in the entire Warp that could make the Lords of Iron act.

He staggered forward, slowly but arduously crawling into the Temple of the Coiled Serpent, and walked up the twisted stairs step by step, to the door engraved with Chaos blasphemous symbols.

He could hear the sneer of the four gods, and the boundless malice from the evil god of chaos enveloped everything of Abaddon.

Staggering along, Abaddon's premonition was confirmed. He crossed a long and narrow road. Two rows of braziers gradually lit up as he walked, until he reached the end of the road...

In front of the statues of the four gods, a huge and pale man was half-kneeling.

His body was pale, wrapped in the black and red power armor that was desecrated by Chaos.

The pitch-black wolfskin had already decayed, just like his soul that had been filled and deprived of chaos.

Abaddon's body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of the long-lost... the instinctive throbbing he felt as an Astartes when facing the Father of Genes!

"Horus..."

Abaddon murmured hoarsely the name of the Gene-Father...but he was certain that the thing before his eyes was definitely not Horus - at least not the living Horus.

Horus was dead, completely dead. The Four Gods had torn his will and soul apart, the Emperor had annihilated his life completely...

Nothing in this universe can survive the siege of the powerful beings in the subspace.

But Horus' body did not disappear.

The remains of their father had been stolen by Fabius Bile... the damned Emperor's Children apothecary who had used his own body and genetics to create twenty-two clones of the Primarch.

Of course, only two of them were finally formed, and the fate of those two was that they were betrayed by their own "offspring".

And after that, where did Horus' body go?

Unknown to Abaddon, after the destruction of the City of Anthem, Abaddon thought it was Fabius's desecration that destroyed Horus's body, or that he took Horus' body with him.

But now, Horus's body exists here -

Boom! !

Above Abaddon's head, the sound of rumbling explosions coming from outside the atmosphere was becoming increasingly obvious, and Abaddon, who had personally issued the order, knew that this was the sound of the impending orbital bombardment.

At the other end of this time and space, he had killed the cloned Horus, truly becoming a Chaos Warmaster, and then personally ordered the destruction of all traces of the planet.

And now, Abaddon appeared here, in front of his father's body.

His body under the Terminator armor trembled, and then, a strong sense of sadness and ridiculousness made Abaddon laugh wildly.

“Hahahahahahahahaha, is that so? So, my mission as a substitute has finally reached its final stage?!”

Having dealt with Chaos for 10,000 years, Abaddon knew the nature of those bastards too well. And now, he was carrying the fragment of Rus' soul, and the lost body of Horus was in front of him!

He stared at the statues of the four gods. They said nothing, but there was no doubt about what they were about to do.

Abaddon, he must either die here or follow their path and let the true Warmaster return!

Abaddon had no choice, he could either succumb to Chaos or to the Empire, and neither was something Abaddon's pride would ever allow him to do.

The terrifying roar became more and more obvious, and Abaddon could feel the ground shaking beneath his feet. Feeling the passing of life and the throbbing of his soul, Abaddon laughed wildly and opened his hands!

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

He could no longer tell whether everything he was doing was still the malice and thoughts of Chaos. Abaddon couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to figure it out.

He is Ezekiel Abaddon, he is the Lord of the Black Legion, he must make his own choice based on his own will and decision!

Without hesitation, he raised Draconis and fiercely pierced his body with the sword of the enemy of humanity! !

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

The great demon in the sword began to greedily devour the souls of Abaddon and Horus, and feeling the weakness and eternal darkness, Abaddon laughed with incomparable satisfaction and ferocity.

Come, Draconian, enemy of man, and devour the soul of the Warmaster!

Even in death, Abaddon would not let the Four Gods or the Emperor have his soul - just give everything he has to feed the last monster.

The roaring extinction flames covered the temple.

162. The Emperor Arrives

When the dark clouds covering Cadia dissipated, and when the monsters and traitors that were all over Cadia were gradually shot down.

The Black Crusade seemed to have come to an end in this confused manner.

The warships of the major battle groups and the forces of the Imperial Navy that arrived late only saw the Blackstone Fortress falling and being destroyed for unknown reasons, but they still caught up with the war.

Unable and unnecessarily to confront their most horrific creation, they instead directed their rage against other enemies of the Emperor.

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

From the major fleets that support the Gate of Cadia, from the old rival's Gothic Fleet to the Revenge Fleet of the Sons of Medusa.

Without their Warmaster, the Black Legion was in chaos... these former Sons of Horus and veterans of thousands of battles were like headless flies.

Some of them wanted to escape back to the Eye of Terror, some wanted to fight with the false emperor's lackeys... But all these ideas were dispelled with the arrival of a warship shining with golden light.

It was like a giant made of gold and marble, born from the void. As a unique golden ship, it was like a golden palace...

But even the Queen Glorious-class battleships pale in comparison in size and firepower.

Its existence goes beyond the limits of human imagination. A flapping eagle serves as the bow of the ship, and the hull is covered with a huge city consisting of statues and war temples.

The hull and wings tapered to a spear-like tip, and the engine blocks glowed a cold blue.

A unique class of ship, it is even comparable in size to the orbital plates Riga and Skye on Terra.

The meaning behind such a ship is far greater than the destructive power of the battleship itself.

Countless veterans of thousands of battles were trembling all over, unable to utter a single word. Their souls and wills were burning, and fear and shame instantly crept into their hearts!

Because they had recognized the ship.

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

He has had many pilots, including Horus, the Lion, and even Guilliman.

But no matter who it is, there will always be only one owner of this ship - his holder, who has engraved his eternal name on the name of the battleship.

Emperor Fantasy

The Emperor's flagship during the Great Crusade.

His arrival heralds the wrath of the Emperor, representing the Lord of Mankind's intolerance of his enemies to the point of bringing destruction upon them with his own hands.

If it were before, these veterans might have mustered up the courage to destroy the ship to ask for a favor from the Powers of Destruction...but now, they didn't even dare to say that catchphrase they often shouted.

False Emperor? Corpse Emperor?

Would even the bravest warrior dare to shout like that in front of him?

The golden Emperor Fantasy Dream seemed like a real dream...

A dream that has moved from an ancient and distant era to the chaotic and corrupt world of today.

He is the traitor's deepest confession and nightmare, and the greatest reward for the loyal.

The Emperor's psychic veil has naturally unfolded. Compared to the veil ten thousand years ago that could only allow people to see the Emperor's appearance in their hearts, the Emperor's arrival at this moment... directly allows all life in the entire Cartier Gate to see the Emperor's existence!

He has been promoted to a god, and as a god descending on the battlefield, such power is only natural!

"It's the Divine Emperor, it's the Divine Emperor coming!!"

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

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

The arrival of the Emperor's Dream not only added a layer of fear to the traitors, but also injected a shot of adrenaline into all the loyalists!

Shouting the name of the Emperor, many soldiers who had been disbanded or even defeated suddenly seemed to have tremendous courage and morale. They looked at the huge golden warship and seemed to see their beliefs carried in it!

Is there anything more glorious in this world than being watched by the Emperor?

The Astartes began to charge with red eyes as if they were injected with chicken blood, and even the most common mortal soldiers had an unprecedented high morale!

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

In the face of such courage, on the other hand, the traitors will naturally be defeated.

My courage completely disappeared, leaving only despair in my heart.

Countless warships of the Black Legion, which were once so aggressive, fled towards the direction of the Eye of Terror, while the loyalist fleet kept biting their tails tightly, frantically reaping the lives of these traitors!

As for the Emperor, he still said nothing. On the Emperor's Dream, standing next to him was the Lion, and the Primarch of the First Legion was protecting his father with a sword on both sides, and also sharing the vision with his father.

"Kadia's victory is not a real victory."

The Emperor said in a calm voice, even though this battle almost completely dispersed the Black Legion...but in the eyes of the Emperor, this was just an appetizer.

"The situation on Chagatai's side is not optimistic."

As the Emperor spoke, Lion shared the Emperor's vision. He saw an endless green tide, fifteen huge battle moons, and -

Standing before Chagatai were nearly a thousand giant orcs!

"Are they beasts?" Leon asked doubtfully. In his knowledge, only a Warboss who had become a beast would have such a body size. These orcs had already departed from the concept of warlords and were on the path to becoming the Orc Emperor.

But why are there so many Warbosses in a Green Tide? This doesn't make sense.

There is almost no unity among the greenskins. All the Warbosses must compete to become the real boss...

And although the defeated warboss will not necessarily be killed, there is basically no possibility of such peaceful coexistence.

"No." The emperor said calmly.

"They are not wild beasts, but a further step, the Oldorks who have completed the atavistic evolution."

"Ancient orcs..." Leon frowned and thought for a moment...

"Is this the same race that the Eldar prophets claimed fought alongside them against the C'tan and the Necrons?"

"Yes, but more than that, those pointy ears conceal the ignoble role they play in it." The Emperor snorted softly and said

"Like the ancient orcs, Ida is a biological weapon created by the ancient saints. And they also experienced a period of degeneration as time went by.

The Aida lost their autonomous immortality and universal Alpha-level psychic gifts, while the ancient orcs were in an even worse situation. "

The Emperor paused, as if he was thinking whether he should tell such a mystery... But after hesitating for a while, he told Leon the answer...

"The nature of the greenskins is actually very similar to that of the Tyranids. I even suspect that they are biological weapons created by the Old Saints." The Emperor said with a serious face.

"They all have a certain degree of group dependence on the individual. For the Tyranids, they only have one Hive Will and most of the swarm unconditionally accepts the control of a node creature, while the Greenskins, they unconditionally submit to the Greenskins who are closer to their gods, "Gorge and Maoge".

They feed on battle and grow, and every greenskin has the potential to become a beast - and beyond that, they may return to their former selves."

"The extinction of the ancient orcs came from an unknown incident that happened to the psychic boys and tech boys who occupied the ruling class at that time.

It is now called such a large-scale plague, which almost wiped out the upper-level Orks. The lower-level Orks were then slaughtered and driven away, so that they were extinct in the galaxy for a long time.

When they reappeared, their civilization and technology had been completely cut off, and even greatly degraded. That’s why the Eldar could rule the galaxy for 60 million years without any worries.”

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

"It is very likely to be so." The Emperor said calmly

"But the greenskins will not perish. The special nature of this race means that they cannot be viewed from the perspective of ordinary races. They are originally a group of intelligent war engines without the brake switch pressed. The enemies that Chagatai encountered were not ordinary greenskins.

Over a thousand ancient orcs only mean that their ruler is most likely the only chosen one by the second brother Gao Mao, or even - their incarnation. "

The Emperor was not exaggerating. During the thousands of years when he held the throne of God and the Supreme Heaven, he also dealt with the two green-skinned gods of the Warp.

To be precise, Brother Gaomao rarely interferes in the affairs of the greenskins.

They are not gods who like to take action frequently, and even the Emperor has never seen the psychic entity of Brother Gomao.

They are more like a passive stress mechanism. If anyone provokes them, they will immediately fight back.

The greenskins' mythology describes their second brother, Gomo, as follows: Gomo is cruel and cunning, and Mao is cunning and cruel. One will hit you in the face with a stick, and the other will hit you in the back of the head with a stick.

In fact, this description is much more accurate than the vague riddlers in the Eldar mythology -

The Emperor knew of three times when he had Brother Mao beat up those four trash.

Two of these were against Khorne, who once attempted to convert a group of greenskins to his followers, or rather, to lure them into his own Chaos Wastes.