Chapter 580

Abaddon let out the loudest scream of his life.

Even on the moon of Davin, when he was carrying the dying Horus, he had never been so terrified.

"What are you doing! What are you doing?!"

"Vashtorr!! What are you doing!!"

"What is this thing!! Don't let me get close to it!!!"

Vashtorr turned his head, slightly twisting his orange-red eyes, which were like furnace fires, and looked at Abaddon in the life-support pod, as if he were waiting for Abaddon to ask this question.

"These are the most powerful of the demons that have signed contracts with me, all belonging to the seven of the eight corners of the Warp and closely related to the human population."

"Hunger, addiction; humans once frantically consumed a crude addictive drug called opium; they were therefore in pain, struggling, craving, joyful, indulgent; these emotions gave birth to it, the demon of the ecstasy perception domain, Poppy."

"Disease, life; humans once discovered the first antibiotic in mold; this antibiotic saved countless lives infected by infection; their craving for medicine, life, and antibacterial gave birth to it, the demon of the corruption and collapse domain, Penicillin."

"Slaughter, bloodthirst; the early nomadic and agricultural civilizations of human civilization were always slaughtering each other; in this cycle of slaughter, countless nomadic nations rose; it was born from all the slaughter and being slaughtered caused by a nomadic nation, the demon of the heartless slaughter domain, Xiongnu."

"Deception, swindling; humans are one of the most adept races at deception; they used geometric multiplication as a cover to create a fraudulent method of constantly expanding downlines and swindling wealth; countless people struggled and sank in this scam; in this emotion, it was born, the demon of the hellstorm domain, Pyramid Scheme."

"Destruction, efficiency; the craftsmanship of humans in manufacturing weapons is worthy of my praise; in the matter of manufacturing weapons to destroy their own compatriots, they have extraordinary talent; they manufactured automated slaughter equipment at the beginning of civilization; it was born from the first automated weapon manufactured by humans, the demon of the vicious craft domain, Maxim."

"Hunger, gluttony; no civilization can escape the two curses of greed and hunger; and a race known for greed at the beginning of humanity created a horror myth about hunger; in this horror myth, their god insulted a civilization with ten disasters; in the emotions born from this myth, it was born, the demon of the greedy dissolution domain, Ten Plagues."

"Unnameable, unknowable; when humanity ushered in its first golden age, believing that science and wisdom could solve all mysteries, a gloomy science fiction author noticed that human wisdom was not worth mentioning in the face of the vast universe; he used his pen to dig out humanity's most primitive fear of the unknown and gave birth to this demon, the demon of the formless distortion domain, The Unnameable."

Vashtorr introduced the seven demons with a rather passionate tone and finally pointed his hand at the magic sword Drach'nyen, which was listed with the seven demons:

"Destruction, self-destruction; in the swaying wheat fields, blood kin killed blood kin; humans completed the first murder with an obsidian dagger; in this cruel murder, it, the demon of the erosion and destruction domain, Drach'nyen, was born."

"Eight domains, eight demons, eight-pointed star; the eight largest domains in Chaos gather here; I will use this to complete a great creation."

"I! Ask! You! What! Is! That?!!" Abaddon roared uncontrollably; he had been trying to interrupt Vashtorr just now, but Vashtorr had ignored him and introduced those demons that Abaddon didn't care about at all.

He had always only cared about the mechanical creation surrounded by the eight demons.

It was called a mechanical creation, but it was more like a mixture of demon, flesh, and metal; black metal armor was attached to sticky scarlet flesh, and on each plate of armor appeared demon faces roaring and wailing; these metal armors formed a rough humanoid six or seven meters tall.

Its mechanical torso was thick, like a horizontal iron coffin, and a Chaos eight-pointed star forged from Blackstone was engraved on the iron coffin, while thick limbs were installed around the iron coffin; each limb was a combination of flesh and metal.

Its left hand was particularly thick, almost as tall as an Astartes wearing Terminator power armor, and a clearly enlarged Talon of Horus was installed on it.

Its right hand was relatively simple, similar to a human hand, only wider than a Primarch's palm, and many rough patterns were designed on the fingers, which seemed to be designed for gripping weapons.

And its "head" part was located in the center of the torso, recessed inward, forming a hollow, pitch-black space, in which countless metal cables and flesh tentacles were wriggling, seemingly waiting for an unlucky person to be buried within it.

"Tell me! Vashtorr! What is this?! What is this!!"

Vashtorr turned his head and said: "This is the treatment tool that will be used in a moment."

Abaddon was shocked by Vashtorr's shamelessness.

"This fucking thing is a Helbrute!!! A Helbrute!!!"

Abaddon roared:

"What do you want to do to me! Are you crazy!!??"

Although the volume was much larger, there was no doubt that this was a Helbrute.

A Helbrute was a type of Dreadnought replacement unique to Chaos, but it was more fierce, more terrifying, and more crazy than a Dreadnought.

And the fate of the Space Marines buried within it was also hundreds of times more miserable than that of a Dreadnought.

Their flesh and blood would fuse with this damn metal cage, their souls would be cruelly tortured by demons residing in hell, and they would wail and roar in eternal grayness until they went completely mad.

Abaddon once highly approved of a Dark Mechanicum's evaluation:

The Helbrute is the purest hatred and the most powerful weapon in the galaxy; this is the reason why we will surely destroy the Empire: our hatred is something they cannot match.

And the Helbrute was the embodiment of this pure hatred, one of the most powerful weapons of the Black Legion; those Chaos Astartes buried in the Helbrute————even if they were not voluntary———still made a noble sacrifice, letting themselves turn into a heavy hammer inserted into the heart of the Empire.

That was what was said, but if Abaddon himself were to be buried in a Helbrute, Abaddon would rather die.

"The Helbrute is the tool I use to heal you."

Vashtorr said to Abaddon plainly:

"As long as you are buried in the Helbrute, you can stand up again, vent your power without obstruction, return to the battlefield, and turn into a nearly invincible war weapon."

"Haven't you always craved revenge on the Emperor and the Empire? This is your best chance!"

As the words fell, those Iron Warriors lifted the life-support pod and walked toward the Helbrute.

"You can't do this! I don't allow it! I don't allow it!" Abaddon, with his broken body, had no power to resist and could only wail and roar to express his protest.

"Of course I can! Have you forgotten the contract you signed?"

"Article 138 stipulates: 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."

"And the sixth note of Article 138: The 'way Vashtorr deems best' means that Vashtorr has the right to choose any technology it deems appropriate and guarantees to Abaddon the efficiency and advancement of that technology."

A smile appeared on Vashtorr's mouth: