Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 215 Meeting Ceremony

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After a while.

Abaddon led his men into the Blackstone Fortress.

Since a beacon had been placed in the Blackstone Fortress before, the location they sent out was on the passage outside the control room.

Although Abaddon has already recognized that this is not his Eternal Will, but the fortress he gave to Huron, the environment here still makes him feel strange.

Cables are everywhere in the passage, and occasionally, beating fascia can be seen on some cables.

There are some devices on the wall that don't know what they are used for, and heads are connected to each device, and these heads are like wetware.

The fortress has obviously been attacked, and some machines are repairing the damage. These machines look like spiders, with a head wetted like the device on the wall.

What's even more weird is that there are no living people in the entire fortress, and no sound of firefighting is heard, and the fortress is extremely quiet.

If he hadn't been to this Blackstone Fortress before, Abaddon would think that Huron held some kind of mysterious ceremony here.

Abaddon had seen even more terrifying and weird scenes in the Eye of Terror, and he only felt strange, not horrifying, about everything in front of him.

"Get your weapons ready."

One of his men reminded the others, and all the Black Legion warriors who followed Abaddon took up arms.

Abaddon did not stop his men, everything was clearly not right here, and preparations for battle were absolutely necessary.

Abaddon stopped when he reached the door of the control room, and his men immediately stepped forward to open the door.

The way to open the door is also different from before, with a head embedded in the door.

When the head saw Abaddon, it scanned him and opened the gate automatically.

Abaddon was stunned by the scene in the command room.

The originally empty control room has now become extremely crowded, with cables everywhere and devices with heads everywhere.

The priest of the Dark Mechanicism who was in charge of controlling the Blackstone Fortress came out of the dense pile of cables, and his body was embedded in a ten-meter-high device.

"How...how is this possible?" Abaddon couldn't believe what he saw.

Now it can be confirmed that there are absolutely no enemies on the fortress, but the original crew here have all been transformed now, and the technology used looks very evil. It cannot be the crew transformed by the empire or the Tyrone, and Huron has no relevant transformation technology.

"These are meeting gifts for you... a more obedient Blackstone Fortress."

A voice came from the shadows of the control room.

Abaddon and his subordinates immediately prepared for battle, aiming all weapons such as bolt guns and plasma cannons at the shadow, and they immediately saw a terrifying thing coming out.

At this moment, many images appeared in Abaddon's mind.

A black planet, covered with black iron factories spewing steam and flames, the roar of pistons and the screams of screams continued all night long.

An angry howling demon, it was merged with the machine to become the demon engine.

Many images flashed quickly, and finally a concept emerged in Abaddon's mind.

Vashtor.

An inventor, a craftsman.

A demon demigod.

Abaddon also saw that all the crew members of the Blackstone Fortress he was in died, and they were killed by Vashtor.

Vashtor made these people into mechanical creations integrated with the Blackstone Fortress, and they can better control the Blackstone Fortress.

Although Vashtor doesn't know how to use many functions of the Blackstone Fortress, but after its transformation, at least the fortress will not have intermittent evacuations.

"What do you want?" Abaddon didn't think that these transformations were given away for nothing, and Vashtor must have schemes like Typhus and Huron.

"This is a gift. I just made the fortress easier to control. This is not a deal." Vashtor shook his head slowly.

Abaddon didn't believe in the so-called greeting ceremony. Vashtor definitely had something else in mind, but it was something conceptual.

Like the battle and blood and conspiracy and change that the dark gods conspired with.

"If you are willing to pay a little price, I can help you repair the Vengeful Spirit, and it will be repaired very quickly." Vashtor said suddenly.

Abaddon was immediately moved.

If there is one thing that the Warmaster of the Black Legion holds dear, it is the Vengeful Spirit.

The condition of quickly repairing the Vengeful Spirit was hard to keep Abaddon from being tempted, but he still didn't agree, because he knew the so-called beating nature of the gods, and he had to be more careful when making deals with the gods, otherwise he would definitely lose money.

"I don't want the Vengeful Spirit to be tarnished." Abaddon refused very politely.

Vashtor nodded slowly, and gradually retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

Abaddon turned to the priest who had been transformed into a control device and ordered: "This fortress is now the New Eternal Will. Drive the New Eternal Will to the rear of the fleet."

The priest carried out Abaddon's orders like an intelligent machine, controlling the Blackstone Fortress to sail to the rear of the fleet.

Abaddon found satisfaction in seeing his orders carried out with utmost care.

The biggest problem with this Blackstone Fortress was that it would sometimes get out of control, but this problem has been solved now.

The war can continue.

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Inside the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

The person in charge of the communication found that he could contact the Blackstone Fortress. When he sent a message, the people in the Blackstone Fortress would reply immediately, but this reply seemed very mechanical.

By the time Abaddon returned to the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Typhus and the interim leader of the Red Corsair fleet were waiting.

"Why is there only one Blackstone Keep?" Typhus asked.

"I don't know, the other one may have been blown up." Abaddon replied as he walked to the throne and sat down.

The leader of the Red Pirate Fleet then asked, "Is this Blackstone Fortress the one you gave us?"

"No, it's the Eternal Will." Abaddon replied indifferently, and then comforted him: "I will compensate you with something else, something better than Blackstone Fortress."

The leader of the Red Pirates fleet hadn't responded yet, and Typhons on the side interjected: "Don't you still have a giant ship, it's called Planet Killer, why don't you pay it directly to the Red Pirates?"

"The Blackstone Fortress has returned, and we can carry out the previous plan." Abaddon pretended not to hear, and his eyes fell outside the porthole: "The whole ship sailed to the Anlai galaxy, and we left after blowing up all the celestial bodies there, and then looped. Reciprocate until the rift expands to the size of a planet."

The leader of the Red Corsair fleet and Typhus all turned away from the bridge.

Although the cooperation with Abaddon has not been smooth, they don't want to break up just yet.

After watching Typhons leave, Abaddon leaned on the throne and stared ahead.

The Black Legion fleet has received orders, and all cruisers are sailing forward.

The ships of the Plague Fleet and the Red Corsair Fleet also responded one after another.

"Wash your neck and wait."

"This war is not over yet!"

(End of this chapter)