Chapter 353: Abaddon is fated to offend the Year Star this year

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Song seems to be imperceptible, but in fact, it is already accumulating power.

On the almost closed metal high tower, the host of the Astropathic Court and one of the High Lords of Terra, Ratad As Kelaplin, was gazing at the shattered sky.

This is an extremely dangerous behavior, because the Great Rift has already unfolded in the sky. If the Inquisition discovers it, they might try to conduct a secret, private, and non-compliant investigation behind Kelaplin's back.

However, Kelaplin could be considered somewhat accustomed to it. He was not very popular among his colleagues. Now, the Inquisition representative from the Ordo Malleus, Ms. Cleopatra Er Si, was already considered polite to him.

After all, Kelaplin himself knew that he was always depressed and often brought some untimely prophecies and news to everyone.

As an Astropath, he was bound to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power. Even the smallest part of the Master of Mankind's power far exceeded what a mortal body could bear. The process of being bound to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power permanently changed Kelaplin's visual nerves, making him almost unable to see the world with his own eyes.

But because of this, Kelaplin could see more. Those ominous, cursed scenes were often seen by him.

But the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power protected the purity of his mind, allowing him to know much information without being corrupted.

It was he who secretly pushed the Imperial Chancellor Tiruien to support Cadia with Custodians before Cadia was attacked, but unfortunately, it didn't succeed in the end.

However, in these days when the Astronomican went out and the Day of Blindness arrived, Kelaplin was surprised to find that he had become the most optimistic one.

Perhaps it was because Kelaplin could clearly perceive that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Song had not dissipated, but was accumulating power, waiting for the climax of the outbreak.

It was also because his eyes could see that hope was igniting.

The Grey Knights' divination ability was playing a role. They were on their way to the moon, and Kelaplin persuaded Inquisitor representative Cleopatra Er Si to suppress the doubts about the Grey Knights' actions.

The Sisters of Battle were also in action. Although Tiruien was scared into a heart attack, under the guarantee of Abbess Mo Wen, Ms. Cleopatra Er Si, and Kelaplin, he was still willing to mobilize resources to prepare for the actions of the Custodians, Sisters of Silence, and Battle Sisters, and kept it from most of the High Lords.

Hmm, the Grandmaster of the Assassins, Fadix, must not have been kept in the dark. If he wanted to stand on the opposite side of hope, Kelaplin could only hope that his aging body could still fight him.

"You guys stay away from me first." Kelaplin bowed slightly and looked at the two Blanks behind him.

The two Blanks with anti-psychic talents bowed slightly to Kelaplin and exited the room.

Kelaplin's psychic power was able to fill the entire room without restriction. In an instant, the entire metal high tower began to creak.

Cracks also appeared on his own withered and thin body, and massive psychic power surged out from it without restraint.

Kelaplin was almost the strongest mortal psyker on Terra. Even those grotesque things inside the Inquisition were not his opponents.

But as his age increased, his psychic power also kept increasing, while his body became weaker and weaker, to the point where he couldn't restrain his own psychic power.

If a mortal stood in a room with him, they would be shattered by Kelaplin's overflowing psychic power in just a moment, so he could only carry two Blanks with him to suppress his overflowing psychic power.

However, this was only a temporary solution. As time passed, Kelaplin's constantly growing psychic power would destroy himself sooner or later.

He often felt that the day of returning to the Golden Wang Zuo was getting closer.

Kelaplin's blind eyes reflected the scene of the stars. He saw through the light released by the Great Rift and saw the chaotic stars today.

Since the Chaldeans invented astrology, humans have believed that the movement of the stars is linked to fate. The threads of fate hang down with the stars as a medium, falling on the collarbones of mortals, manipulating mortals to follow the trajectory of fate.

But Kelaplin knew clearly that stars are just a medium, just like all divination techniques including the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Tarot. These are just mediums.

True wisdom is contained in the Warp, contained in the will of the Master of Mankind.

"The Scarlet King has already begun his action, and the Changer of Ways' trick is eroding the domain left by the Old Ones..."

"... The Warmaster's fate star is shaking, almost torn in half, and the Plague God's seeds are sprouting in his legion."

"Abaddon is fated to offend the Year Star this year!"

"Seven Kill Star hits the sun? It's the Blood God, the Blood God has set his sights on Terra."

Abaddon stared at the huge snail lying in front of the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. The snail was filled with profane evil power from the Plague God.

And on the snail's shell sat a thin, one-eyed Nurgle daemon that didn't look very conspicuous. The daemon held a pair of gardening shears and stared at Abaddon.

There was dead silence in the air. The daemon possessing Khârn took a light breath.

Abaddon's eyes, however, flashed with disdain.

The Nurgle daemon standing in front of him was obviously not a Great Unclean One, but an ordinary Nurgle daemon.

Before Abaddon was seriously injured, he wouldn't feel fear even for Ku'gath. Now he was seriously injured, and the Plague God actually thought that an ordinary Nurgle daemon could stop him?

He was seriously injured now, and his strength was much weaker, but he was definitely not something an ordinary Nurgle daemon could humiliate.

"Hiss hiss, I seem to have an impression of this old daemon. I heard other daemons talk about it... What was his name again?" The daemon possessing Khârn said while thinking:

"Don't rush, brother, don't rush."

Abaddon snorted coldly, ignoring the advice of the daemon on Khârn, stood up from the command throne, and pulled out the daemon sword Drach'nyen.

The enemy had killed his way to the front of the formation, what reason did Abaddon have to retreat?

Scorching profane psychic flames burned fiercely on Drach'nyen, and the daemon born from humanity's first murder woke up and let out a low roar.

Abaddon jumped high and swung his sword at the ordinary Nurgle daemon sitting on the snail's back.

The twisted human face on the daemon sword also cast its gaze at the position pointed by his sword tip.

"Holy shit! Garden————" Drach'nyen let out an exclamation.

Before his words were finished, the huge gardening shears collided with Drach'nyen with extremely exquisite skill.

The sound of metal clashing echoed unceasingly, echoing throughout the entire Vengeful Spirit.

As if summoned by this sound, Abaddon felt the wound extending from Sanguinius's body on his body ache fiercely. The part of the power belonging to Grandfather Nurgle seemed to be awakened, and a strong feeling of collapse swept through Abaddon's entire body.

The scissors fell fiercely. Abaddon only felt a pain in his arm. His power armor was actually cut open by the seemingly rusty scissors. The ceramite was torn, and Abaddon's arm felt pain.

He roared, hurriedly pulling away from the seemingly ordinary Nurgle daemon.

"I remember, this is the Chief Gardener of Nurgle's Garden, old man Slimux, one of the oldest daemons in the entire Warp, the first daemon created by Grandfather."

The daemon possessing Khârn said as if he had just remembered:

"Most of the things in Nurgle's Garden were cultivated by him bit by bit. He enjoys a unique status in the Plague God's domain. The reason he is not a Great Unclean One is entirely because he was so old that there was no concept of Great Unclean One when he was born, and the title he enjoys exclusively is 'Grand Cultivator'."

"But it's strange, he wouldn't leave Nurgle's Garden on weekdays. Grandfather actually was willing to let him appear."

"It seems that that lord's face is very big, Khârn, let's defect!"

Abaddon gasped, covering the wound on his shoulder, his face, which had been split in half by Sanguinius's sword, showing some ferocity.

But before he could speak, the entire Vengeful Spirit began to vibrate violently.

Those plague zombies, Nurgle daemons, and the smallest fungi, bacteria, and viruses hiding in the gloomy corners of the Vengeful Spirit suddenly began to move. They twisted their bodies, and skull roses, witch-thorn shrubs, layers of rotting meadows, and giant-mouth trees grew out of their bodies. These plants born from Nurgle's Garden began to rage in every corner of the Vengeful Spirit.

It was as if the seeds planted with the wind over the long years in the past began to bloom and bear fruit.

And everything centered on Slimux began to shake. Those animals and plants from Nurgle's Garden began to grow out, as if that space had been replaced as part of Nurgle's Garden.

!

In the distance, at the top of the pyramid of the Revenge of Tizca, Sanguinius looked at the Vengeful Spirit in the distance, watching the Vengeful Spirit grow clusters of giant trees and flowers from Nurgle's Garden inside, as if it were moldy.

Ma Genusi sat on an Egyptian-style lounge chair, reading an ancient classic.

He glanced at Abaddon's situation.

"Chief Gardener Slimux? What price did your new master pay to the Plague God to get such strong help from Him?"

"My new master claims it's all thanks to sincere emotional communication." Sanguinius's mouth swept a smile and said softly: "If you can drink a pot of thick soup in one breath, the Plague God will surely favor you too."

Ma Genusi snorted coldly, put the ancient book on the table beside him, and his scarlet body slowly stood up from the lounge chair. His gorgeous wings spread out, and strange runes floated on them.

"Sanguinius, returning from death is not easy. Why do you seek death again?"

Ma Genusi said coldly:

"But it doesn't matter, I will prove everything is just as the Changer of Ways said: I am the most powerful Primarch."

"Ah? Pfft!" The Archangel laughed dumbly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 354 =====