Chapter 654

"Son... how did you become like this?"

"Why are you still repeating my mistakes?"

Horus's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Abaddon shouldn't have been affected by this voice or attracted by it, because Sanguinius had played similar tricks before.

But at this moment, Abaddon was immersed in the boundless pain brought by the Hellbrute and the tearing of his soul by the eight daemons, his will so weak that only hatred, anger, arrogance, and a little bit of fear in the middle of the night remained.

If Horus were resurrected, Abaddon wouldn't have half a joy, but would only shout in horror: "Dad, you're not dead!", and then flee in a panic.

Just like the joke Zhou Yun once told.

"One day, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the Imperial Ecclesiarch were bragging."

"The Ecclesiarch said: 'The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will is supreme. Even dead warriors, as long as they hold loyalty to the Empire in their hearts, can be resurrected and return to fight for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.'"

"Abaddon said: 'The False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang is shameless and deceives all living beings. I will drive the Scarlet Path and ravage from the Eye of Terror to the edge of the galaxy in just a moment.'"

"The Ecclesiarch didn't believe it and demanded Abaddon prove it. Abaddon panicked and hurriedly gathered his wizards to discuss."

"At this time, a wizard who believed in the Changer of Ways spoke up: 'Warmaster Abaddon, I have a way. You can ask the Ecclesiarch to call the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang to resurrect Horus. After Warmaster Horus is resurrected, you won't need the Scarlet Path, and you will run to the edge of the galaxy in a moment.'"

Although Abaddon often claimed to be the successor of Horus's cause, claiming that he would avenge his father against the False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang,

Abaddon knew that if Horus were resurrected one day and saw everything Abaddon had done over these ten thousand years, he would only be furious, only be sad, and would only use his fist with the gold ring to beat Abaddon into meat paste inch by inch.

When the night was silent, when Abaddon closed his eyes, he often saw Horus's dying face, saw those eyes with boundless resentment staring at himself.

That face was so real, as if Horus's broken soul was entangled on Abaddon's body. And even with a dying face, Horus was still so powerful, making Abaddon feel afraid. When he opened his eyes, he often found himself sweating profusely, and the moisture recovery equipment built into his power armor would also start.

Especially after he was stuffed into the Hellbrute, he saw Horus's face even more often, saw the former Luna Wolves, saw the sworn brothers of the Mournival...

He could even hear Horus's foolish murmurs.

"Look, we all have favorites."

"Sejanus, he has a different power. He is my Guilliman. This is not to say he is annoying, but to say he makes up for what we lack."

"Aximand, Little Horus, my most loyal son. He is my Lorgar, somewhat drifting with the tide, but sincerely loves and respects me."

"Sedirae, my captain, my personal guard. He is my Rogal Dorn. If anyone wants to assassinate me, it must be after he is assassinated first."

"Torgaddon, relaxed and humorous but reliable. He is my Ferrus. Perhaps not the best choice among my sons, but always one of the best."

"Loken? Of course, I must say, he doesn't look much like me, but he is my favorite son. When others ask, I will deny it, because I cannot show too much inclination."

"But I can quietly tell you—Loken is my Sanguinius."

"Ezekyle? Oh, I really don't know how to say it. Abaddon is my First Captain. He is the most powerful, most determined, and most like me among my offspring."

"Believe it or not, his achievements will definitely far surpass mine. He is my eldest son, my Lupercal... but I also always worry about him, worry that he will make mistakes similar to mine..."

In the years when Horus was still alive, Abaddon had never heard him say such words, but he felt that this was exactly what Horus would say.

Guilt, sadness, love for his father, fear of Horus—these emotions intertwined in Abaddon's heart. Even the boundless pain brought by the Hellbrute couldn't grind them away. This emotion drove Abaddon to turn his head.

Bald head!

A blue bald head was sparkling with light behind Abaddon.

A blue raccoon cat about the size of a palm was floating beside Abaddon, looking like a mini-Doraemon.

This mini-Doraemon had eaten a voice-candy, and its voice had changed into Horus's appearance, so much so that even Abaddon couldn't tell the difference.

This scene caused a great impact on Abaddon's already fragile spirit. His emotions had originally been brewing to the extreme, but at this moment, they collapsed suddenly, just like someone who had been eating a crab stick, but finally found there was no crab inside, only... it was very eerie, very hard to accept.

Abaddon's brain, already limited by pain, became even more insane.

"You ate my dad!"

"Dad! Don't be afraid! I'll dig you out of your throat right now!"

Abaddon's voice suddenly rose, he took a step, the ground shook, and he pounced toward the tiny mini-Doraemon floating in mid-air.

But the mini-Doraemon was not in a hurry, just moved its figure, instantly turning into eight, blocking in front of Abaddon.

Eight chanting sounds sounded at the same time, all in a language Abaddon didn't understand, as if chanting eight different names.

In an instant, the eight daemons on Abaddon's body let out shrill screams. The eight mini-Doraemons were chanting their true names, strongly suppressing their existence and tearing their bodies.

Abaddon immediately retreated several steps as if struck by lightning, a strong tearing sensation dragging his body, and the eight daemons seemed to be screaming, wanting to escape from his body.

But at this moment, Fulgrim leaped up holding the Furnace-Breaker warhammer, and fiercely swung the warhammer, knocking it onto Abaddon's body.

The warhammer, forged by Fulgrim, modified by Ferrus, and enhanced by Perturabo for ten thousand years, erupted with boundless power in the hands of this clone Primarch, directly overwhelming Abaddon's massive body, causing Abaddon to fall toward the ground, being heavily pressed onto the ground.

Akurduana seized the opportunity to strike, holding the Phase Court Sword and stabbing into the Hellbrute's body, snapping the steel pipes transmitting power, causing Abaddon to fall on the spot, unable to move.

Fulgrim didn't try to give Abaddon a final blow, mainly because he had tried too many methods last time and couldn't kill Abaddon no matter what.

He was blessed by the four gods, and now possessed by eight greater daemons. If the Hellbrute was completely destroyed, who knows what kind of Chaos Spawn ghost thing would appear.

It was better to destroy the Hellbrute's power system like this, letting him temporarily lose his combat power, which was safer.

"My lord..." Fulgrim looked at the mini-Doraemon floating in front of him.

He knew these little things were extensions of Zhou Yun's power, naturally sprouting from the power and light released by Zhou Yun, similar to the Nurgling belonging to Nurgle, which was the simplest daemon and also the daemon closest to Zhou Yun.

A portion of them did not approve of Zhou Yun becoming a god. They were the part not yet fully in despair, for they believed that if Zhou Yun ascended to Malicious Craft, a heavy burden would be placed upon the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, potentially causing Him to be unable to bear it and ascend as the Dark King. Thus, they tried to block the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, letting Zhou Yun be killed by the gods.

"What a beautiful posture, this round head, this petite body, these round hands, this metallic reflection, it is indeed a perfect creation that fits my aesthetics!" Before Fulgrim could say anything, Akurduana couldn't help but speak.