Chapter 579

Thick liquid surged out from the pipes, injecting into that broken body.

His eyes were gouged out, his eyelids were sewn neatly with thread, his lips were peeled off, his teeth were pulled clean, and the steel cones originally used to fix his upper and lower teeth were pulled out by Vashtorr.

His arms and legs were nowhere to be found, his torso below the chest was nowhere to be found, and his internal organs and organs were floating in the verdant liquid; his two hearts and three lungs were also faintly visible from the stump.

His skin had also been peeled clean with great patience; the skinner's skill was so exquisite that it was shocking. While completely peeling off Abaddon's skin, he did not damage the muscles under the skin at all, letting Abaddon's bright red muscles be exposed, slowly wriggling and twitching.

That tormentor even brutally cut off Abaddon's topknot!

But this did not mean that Abaddon at this moment was ugly.

Vashtorr looked at Abaddon at this moment with an appreciative gaze.

He had to admit that Abaddon at this moment was at the peak of his appearance.

Abaddon's limbs were cut so neatly, symmetrically, and without any difference; the cuts on his torso perfectly made Abaddon's body conform to the golden ratio; the internal organs falling from between the flesh and blood torso seemed to be hanging down randomly, but in fact, the intestines were coiled into the form of a Fibonacci sequence and fixed with steel needles.

The redundant intestines and liver-like organs were removed, leaving only the colon hanging naturally under the drag of a pear-shaped metal object inserted into it, and the two hearts slightly protruding from the upper part of the torso formed a golden triangle.

The muscles from which the skin had been peeled were also not without design; the dust on his muscles was carefully wiped clean, and blood was injected into them, making his muscles shaped into a bright red color like rubies, while also swelling just right, making his form slender without losing robustness.

Vashtorr could feel the ingenuity of the person who transformed Abaddon from it, and feel the aesthetic literacy of that person.

Even if a mortal who was ignorant and had no knowledge of the beauty of proportion stood here, besides fear, he would instinctively feel beauty from Abaddon's broken body.

Vashtorr was even unwilling to call this a broken body.

From the perspective of aesthetics and mathematics, Abaddon at this moment was actually more complete and perfect than before.

"Is... is this the cooperation you promised?"

Abaddon opened his toothless mouth.

He still did not die even after becoming like this.

Vashtorr could only sigh that the power of the Four Gods was so powerful; saying they wouldn't let Abaddon die meant they wouldn't let Abaddon die.

He also wanted to ascend to such a position, reach the ultimate state, and then exhaust the principles of all things, clarify the nature of the two worlds, reach a state of true freedom, seek the knowledge he wanted, create the things he wanted, regardless of morality, regardless of justice, regardless of stance.

"I collected so many key fragments for you! And you abandoned me!"

"Vashtorr! You bastard!!!"

Abaddon roared at Vashtorr, his broken body trembling, which somewhat destroyed the original aesthetic.

"I had a body destroyed by Doraemon's Giant Demon and his chosen ones."

Vashtorr said calmly; Abaddon's roar did not evoke his anger at all:

"This is a force majeure factor and does not count as my breach of contract; this matter is also recorded in the 1,679th supplementary explanation of our contract."

"Who the fuck can finish reading those contracts of yours!!" Abaddon roared hatefully.

He was now broken in all four limbs, a large number of internal organs had been removed, two-thirds of his spine had been pulled out, and his skin had been completely peeled off; he was almost a cripple.

If it weren't for the gods' blessing hanging on to his life, he would have died.

"You must heal me! You must let me stand up again!!" Abaddon said in a hoarse voice.

Vashtorr sighed with some exhaustion.

What did Abaddon think he was doing?

Before Abaddon woke up, Vashtorr had already started treating him.

You know, Fulgrim had inserted thousands of barbed needles into Abaddon's three lungs; Vashtorr had to take them out one by one so as not to affect the subsequent treatment.

"Of course I will heal you; this is stipulated in the 138th article of our contract."

"Namely: Vashtorr has the obligation to treat all injuries currently and subsequently suffered by Warmaster Abaddon in the way it deems best, to ensure that Abaddon is in the best state to fulfill the obligation of helping Vashtorr collect key fragments."

Vashtorr said in his calm and unquestionable tone:

"I will let you stand up again, let you be able to wield the magic sword Drach'nyen again, let you be able to equip the Talon of Horus again, let you restore your combat ability, and even make you taller, stronger, and more powerful than before."

Vashtorr's words carried a sincerity that Abaddon had not felt for a long time.

His instinct told him that Vashtorr was not lying.

"... Really?" But Abaddon still could not help but question with some suspicion.

He really didn't trust these Warp existences, even though Vashtorr had performed quite differently for a long time.

"This is the provision of our contract; I will never violate the contract I signed with my own hands." Vashtorr said so, his tone firm to an unquestionable degree.

Abaddon was actually a bit moved for a moment, feeling that Vashtorr was truly different.

He didn't look like those other Warp existences who were full of lies and riddles; he said what he had to say, spoke frankly, and everything was written in the contract.

Honest, reliable, and trustworthy.

Vashtorr commanded a squad of Iron Warriors to lift the life-support pod containing Abaddon and walked out of the treatment room.

"What kind of way are you going to use to heal me?" Abaddon felt a bit uncomfortable being lifted in the life-support pod.

He felt that this life-support pod was a bit like a coffin, and he was the corpse being lifted in the coffin, about to be buried in his own grave.

This thought brought Abaddon unease, making Abaddon unable to help but open his mouth to inquire.