Chapter 254

That face that flashed by under the hood, that voice, those words, and the aura on his body...

That aura, that aura was undoubtedly his, the aura that no Son of Horus could ever forget, the aura from their gene-father.

Abaddon's eyes wavered, his expression trembling, filled with fear and terror.

His gaze toward the figure in the flaxen robe no longer looked like he was looking at an enemy, but rather...

like he was looking at his own father.

"Father... but how is this possible..." Abaddon wailed.

"There is nothing impossible, Ezekyle."

The voice of the figure in the flaxen robe was very soft:

"Just as I cannot imagine that the former First 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 did not!"

"I did not follow in your footsteps, I did not fall into the abyss of Chaos, I did not become a puppet of the Four Gods!"

The figure draped in the flaxen robe said nothing, only watching Abaddon silently.

It was not until a few seconds later that he slowly opened his mouth to say: "You are not the first person to think so."

Abaddon suddenly gasped.

"I will give you two choices."

The flaxen robe moved aside slightly, revealing Zhou Yun behind him:

"The first choice..."

"The pocket on my friend's stomach is specially prepared for lost people like you..."

Hearing the words of the figure in the flaxen robe, Zhou Yun smiled slightly and reached out to shake the fourth-dimensional pocket on his stomach: "Why don't you come in and have an epiphany?"

Abaddon was violently startled, a layer of cold sweat breaking out all over his body.

He was not stupid enough to throw himself into the tiger's den.

Even ten thousand years ago, Abaddon's feelings for his gene-father were not deep enough to reach this level.

"No!"

Abaddon refused sternly. He stood up violently, and then—

A bloodstain was slashed across his face, blood sprayed out, and Abaddon felt intense pain in one eye, which seemed to be completely blinded.

But Abaddon also quickly swung the daemon sword Drach'nyen in his hand to collide with the black sword in the hand of the figure in the flaxen robe.

Abaddon was forced back instantly. He could feel that the daemon sword Drach'nyen had started to slack off again.

He couldn't help but greet Drach'nyen's non-existent mother in his heart.

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

The figure draped in the flaxen robe said slowly.

"It is you who wants to kill me!" Abaddon said with a hoarse voice: "I do not want to be your enemy."

The main reason was that he couldn't win.

Regardless of whether this person before him was his gene-father, his strength was undoubtedly powerful.

Abaddon could not win, especially when Drach'nyen was only going through the motions.

Drach'nyen's only wish was to kill the False Emperor.

It was not interested in the holy relics transported by Belisarius Cawl,

nor was it willing to fight against an existence who might be a Primarch for Abaddon's sake.

The black sword drooped slightly. The figure in the flaxen robe stared at Abaddon.

"Then why don't you retreat quickly?"

Abaddon widened his eyes violently, unable to believe the words spoken by the flaxen robe before him, but he also felt as if he had been granted an amnesty.

A burst of teleportation light instantly enveloped Abaddon and the Kastelan Robots that had followed him.

This Chaos Warmaster chose without hesitation to use the teleportation beam to run back to the Vengeful Spirit.

His figure disappeared into the teleportation light after a few breaths, showing how urgent he was.

And those ordinary Black Legion Astartes watched this scene with dullness.

The Warmaster ran???

The Chaos Warmaster Abaddon ran???

Wait, did the Warmaster just call that figure draped in the flaxen robe "Father"?

There was a terrifying silence in the air. The flaxen robe held the black sword, silently brushing past those Black Legion warriors.

"One day, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was bragging to the old Chinese doctor Fabius."

Zhou Yun suddenly said leisurely:

"Fabius said: 'My medical technology is very advanced; I can create a medicine that, if taken by a corpse, can bring it back to life.'"

"Abaddon said: 'My great cause will eventually be realized; I will kill from the Eye of Terror to Terra along the Scarlet Road!'"

"Fabius didn't believe it and demanded Abaddon to prove it. Abaddon panicked and hurriedly gathered his subordinates to discuss."

"At this time, a wizard who believed in the Lord of Change spoke up: 'Warmaster Abaddon, I have a way. You can have Fabius bring the medicine and have Warmaster Horus's corpse take it. After Warmaster Horus is resurrected, you won't need the Scarlet Road to run from the Eye of Terror to Terra.'"

The people present listened to the words from Zhou Yun's mouth and were all stunned in place.

"Pfft, hahahahaha..." Only Leina was trying hard to hold back her laughter on the side, but in the end, she couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

Zhou Yun looked at this group of Black Legion Astartes with pity.

"Silly children, run quickly!" he said sincerely, while reaching out to point the direction of the mountain peak to the Black Legion, signaling them to run that way.

Along the way, Zhou Yun also took back the Hot-Acting Clapperboard & Robot Director from Sanguinius's hand.

In an instant, the Black Legion Astartes suddenly realized.

That's right, the road down the mountain was blocked; they should run up the mountain, cross this mountain, and then find a way to retreat to the void ships.

The Warmaster had already run, what were they still staying here for?!

This group of Black Legionnaires turned around without hesitation and ran toward the summit of the Mountain of the Crone.

The Battle Sisters, the Cadian 184th Regiment, and the Knight Houses wanted to pursue, but Zhou Yun waved his hand to signal them not to be anxious.

The Cadian 184th Regiment stopped their steps first; they were old acquaintances of Zhou Yun and knew Zhou Yun's style.

The Battle Sisters also stopped their steps, only because Saint Celestine blocked their way.

Belisarius Cawl also sent a string of binary prayers, signaling the Knights that there was no need to pursue.

Only Greyfax looked at Zhou Yun with suspicion and scrutiny, and then without hesitation, she was about to continue following the Black Legion—

Bang!!!

The back of Belisarius Cawl's axe struck the back of Greyfax's head violently. The strong body modified over ten thousand years and the rich biological knowledge accumulated allowed this Archmagos to knock Greyfax unconscious with just one short, flat, and fast axe blow.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out his hand and give a thumbs up to Archmagos Belisarius Cawl. Cawl tilted his mechanical body slightly and bowed to Zhou Yun in return.

I don't know why, but this Archmagos's body was trembling slightly. Could it be that the cold wind of Crassus was affecting the operation of his machine body?

Before Zhou Yun could think, Sanguinius walked to Zhou Yun's front.

Zhou Yun looked at Sanguinius's face hidden under the flaxen robe. It was a bald face, filled with majesty, like an ancient general—it was Horus's face, molded from Zhou Yun's body clay.

"My essence contains the various emotions of all living things toward Horus over the past ten thousand years, and contains the echo of Horus killing me."

"In addition, the scar left by Horus back then is still on my chest. With these two superimposed, I can disguise my aura to be identical to Horus's."

"This is also thanks to you; you have used the faces of me and my brothers too many times, so the Gods in the Warp don't pay much attention to these things anymore."

"Of course, it's limited to five minutes; otherwise, the Gods will inevitably see through it."

Sanguinius said softly while handing the black sword in his hand to Zhou Yun:

"Trophy. The machine spirit of this black sword contains fragments of Sigismund's consciousness. His anger and hatred toward Abaddon are so intense that they haven't completely faded even after ten thousand years. You decide whether to sell it or not."

"If we can collect more than half of the black swords, perhaps there is a way to revive Sigismund's consciousness from them."

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

The price was indeed not low, but for Zhou Yun now, it wasn't a must-sell. Keeping it as a collection was indeed not bad; after all, it contained a part of Sigismund's former black sword, and the machine spirit still retained some of Sigismund's will...

As for collecting more than half of the black swords, perhaps there was a way to revive Sigismund's will—this would require the cooperation of the Black Templars.

"Can't kill him?" Zhou Yun said with some regret. He was, of course, referring to Abaddon.

"The Gods have other arrangements for him and will not let him die here. Rashly attempting to kill him will only attract the gaze of the Gods."

Sanguinius shook his head and said:

"By the way, these Gods include five. The other is Drach'nyen. Even my father would not dare to underestimate it. This daemon sword, born from the first murder of humanity, is the natural nemesis of the human race, and it is no exception for me."

"As long as it doesn't want Abaddon to die, I can't finish him off within five minutes."

"However, I transferred a tiny part of the wound Horus left on me in the past to Abaddon. Combined with my psychic power, plus the wound in the material realm, Abaddon will not be able to heal for a very long time."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly; this was all a plan the two had discussed early on.

In this way, to clear that wound, all four Gods must agree.

And the four Gods were not of one mind, especially since Abaddon's value had actually decreased after the Great Rift opened.

By the time the four Gods reached an agreement and discovered that this wound was the one Horus had left on Sanguinius in the past, Zhou Yun and the others would have already arrived at Macragge.

And the wound on Abaddon's body was itself an extension of the wound on Sanguinius's body; at the Warp level, the two were one.

When the four Gods cleared this wound, Sanguinius would have a chance to have the wound on his own body cleared together.

Letting Abaddon heal was equivalent to giving Sanguinius a chance to heal. How would the four Gods choose?

Sanguinius silently counted the time in his heart, looked at Zhou Yun, and said: "Time is running out. I will retreat back to your fourth-dimensional pocket first."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and shook the fourth-dimensional pocket to let Sanguinius crawl in.

Just at this moment, the sound of battle erupted on the mountain peak.

Zhou Yun looked out and saw that the Black Legion that had just retreated had happened to run into the Aeldari Ynnari coming down the mountain.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.

(End of chapter)