Chapter 551: Since we are fellow countrymen, help a brother out!

The Warp, the deepest part of the Soul Forge.

Electricity, sparks, inspiration, kinetic energy, and thoughts constantly pulsed in the silver-gray mist, weaving into a magnificent will.

That is the true form of Vashtorr, the essence of the Creator.

His consciousness lurks in the deepest part of the Soul Forge, injecting a portion of himself into bodies forged in the Steel Forge, and then casting them into different corners of reality.

And he himself, with the help of these bodies, observes everything in the real world.

The limited perspective of mortals is constrained by time, but for Vashtorr, everything in reality happens simultaneously.

A moment ago, Vashtorr had just signed a contract with Abaddon, tiring Abaddon to death.

The next moment, Vashtorr had already signed a contract with Abaddon for decades, salvaging numerous space hulks from the Warp for Abaddon and modifying them into Arks of Omen.

And in these decades, Abaddon also helped Vashtorr collect a large number of "key" fragments... or rather, fragments of the Ouroboros.

The Ouroboros is the last of the three ancient artifacts of the Old Ones, and it is the homeworld of the former Dark Angels, Caliban itself. As long as enough Caliban fragments are collected, the Ouroboros can be recreated and integrated with the Tuchulcha Engine and the Plague Heart to form the true ancient artifact of the Old Ones, the Engine of Woes. That is the key for Vashtorr to become a higher existence.

But, it is still too slow.

Vashtorr observes the incredibly complex real universe. Reality is like a precise and complex clock, constantly rolling and changing, becoming increasingly complex.

Fortunately, Vashtorr's domain is inherently adept at observation, analysis, and research, but he barely managed to see a fragmented future from the constantly changing tides.

Coupled with his mastery of the field of Malicious Craft, he faintly sensed something... His competitor is about to wake up.

Although he does not know why that one is sleeping, as long as that one wakes up and intends to compete for the position of Lord of Malicious Craft, Vashtorr is almost certain to lose.

Behind that one are Slaanesh, Nurgle, and even the Dark King, as well as three Primarchs: Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Lion El'Jonson. If Slaanesh and Nurgle take direct action, there are also Mortarion and Fulgrim, not to mention what else the Dark King has in his hands.

And behind Vashtorr, there is nothing. In his hands, there is only Abaddon, and if he barely counts it, Perturabo who cooperates with him.

At the thought of this, Vashtorr felt a faint sense of fear.

He is fighting Slaanesh, Nurgle, the Dark King, Guilliman, Sanguinius, Lion El'Jonson, Mortarion... Really?

Either he gathers enough Caliban fragments as soon as possible, or he must seek help from other Chaos Gods.

And ultimately, to gather Caliban fragments as soon as possible, Vashtorr must also rely on the Chaos Gods.

Vashtorr's surging thoughts stalled for a moment, as if he were slightly hesitating.

Only simple guys like Abaddon would think they could remain independent in front of the Warp.

Although Vashtorr tries his best to maintain independence, he also knows that his independence was tacitly approved by certain existences from the very beginning.

The Creator slowly raised his head and looked into the boundless Warp waves above the Soul Forge.

Vashtorr's power comes from curiosity, the desire for knowledge, the spirit of innovation, and those creations stripped of morality.

These domains overlap to a certain extent with that Lord of Change, and he can also use this to reach certain communications with that Lord of Change.

The intersection of millions of thoughts was completed in the blink of an eye. The will of the Lord of Change descended into the Soul Forge, directly connecting with Vashtorr's will.

Vashtorr sensed that the Lord of Change had outlined a trajectory for him on the star map of reality, pointing to Corinal.

The moment he saw that star, all the information about that planet surged into Vashtorr's will: the homeworld of the Crimson Angels Chapter.

Besides that, fragmented vocabulary such as Blood Angels, Sanguinius, Red Angel, Blood Ravens, Fulgrim, etc., flashed through his mind, forming some scattered scenes.

In an instant, Vashtorr roughly knew what the Blood God and the Lord of Change wanted to do.

At the same time, the Lord of Change also presented his reward.

Many Caliban fragments are sinking in the tides of the Crystal Labyrinth. As long as Vashtorr is willing to help, regardless of whether he succeeds in the end, these belong to Vashtorr.

Regardless of whether he succeeds.

This aroused Vashtorr's vigilance. He faintly realized that the plan on the homeworld of the Crimson Angels might just be a part of Tzeentch and Khorne's plan, and Vashtorr himself might be their target.

But faintly, Vashtorr saw the figure of Saint Doraemon on Corinal.

This was obviously deliberately presented to him by Tzeentch.

Vashtorr was silent for a moment, and finally agreed to the series of agreements proposed by Tzeentch.

Tzeentch then let out a deceitful laugh, as if celebrating that everything was in his plan.

"But before that,"

Vashtorr spoke slowly. He raised his hand slightly, and countless agreements appeared from the void:

"... Let's sign a contract first."

Looking at the contracts covering the mountains and plains, Tzeentch's deceitful laughter came to an abrupt end.

On the Vengeful Spirit, lying in a machine composed of a series of complex cables, Abaddon's complexion recovered a little blood.

This is Vashtorr's creation, which can extract a bit of Chaos evil energy from the wound on Abaddon's chest and inject it into Abaddon's body, merging it with the blessing in Abaddon's body. Not only can it make Abaddon temporarily recover, but it can also make Abaddon more powerful than before.

But this is only temporary. That wound runs through time and space and will never dissipate, and Vashtorr's creation can only extract a tiny bit. Once the extracted energy is exhausted, Abaddon will have to return to his previous state of serious injury.

Feeling the power gradually recovering in his body, Abaddon really couldn't help but sigh. Vashtorr is truly different from other Chaos existences.

He is a good god. Not only did he give Abaddon this creation that can temporarily heal him, but he also replenished a large number of so-called Arks of Omen for Abaddon's fleet.

Arks of Omen are actually massive ships modified from space hulks. The polymers of these giant abandoned ships float in the Warp, constantly absorbing the evil energy of the Empyrean to take shape, full of the evil power of the Warp, and are extremely powerful.

And Vashtorr led Abaddon's sorcerers and dimensional smiths to domesticate these ships, using Vashtorr's bizarre techniques to transform them into powerful Arks of Omen.

These Arks allowed Abaddon's fleet to ravage various places in the galaxy... Although overall, the power of Chaos is receding in the face of Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade, at least it is not without the power to fight back.

And Vashtorr did all this, and the reward he asked for was only to let Abaddon and the Ark of Omen fleet recover some so-called "key fragments" that looked no different from scrap. ===== CHAPTER 552 =====