Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Why do you always crawl out of the shadows?"

"Because it makes you look like a standard elusive villain?"

Fabius looked down upon Vashtor, who was known as a secondary god. In his opinion, there was no god at all. Subspace creatures like Vashtor, who pretended to be gods and mischief, were labeled as secondary gods. The name is such that I dare not even pick a big piece of shit to eat.

"You need me." Vashtor did not find fault with Fabius' etiquette and seemed very tolerant.

Fabius still had that crazy and evil smile on his face: "Let's talk about your conditions first."

"Clone Abaddon and give the clone to me." Vashtor said.

Clone Abaddon.

When Fabius heard this request, the words "confused and puzzled" were written almost clearly on his face.

Although Fabius could roughly guess that Vashtor's purpose for finding him was related to cloning technology, he never dreamed that Vashtor would ask to clone Abaddon.

It is rumored that Vashtor used a series of means such as rebuilding the huge project of the Vengeful Spirit and taking over the logistics and weapons and equipment supply of the Black Legion to temporarily control the Black Legion as a close friend and collaborator of the Warmaster. How could it ask for a clone? Abaddon comes out?

Fabius was deep in thought. He was wary of subspace creatures. He would not say a word to Vashtold without trying to figure it out.

"Some people doubt that I can repair Abaddon's wounds, or resurrect him in a strange state that is very scary to his subordinates, such as using vicious skills to transform him into a half-demon being."

Vashtor took the initiative and showed off his cards directly to Fabius.

"But the truth is I couldn't do that. His flesh was badly injured, and that damn birdwoman and Cyborg injected him with the power of the Cursed when she stabbed him multiple times."

"I couldn't even protect Abaddon's body. I can't be sure, but I think he was dead."

Hearing this, Fabius realized that Vash'tor was responding to a rumor circulating in the Eye of Terror. The rumor said that Vash'tor controlled Abaddon, or that he was helping Abaddon to be resurrected and preparing to turn Abaddon into a demon. Become its puppet.

If what Vashtor said is true, then the rumors are nonsense. Abaddon will never return to the Black Legion, and he will never be able to lead his men in the next eternal war.

But the problem is who knows whether what Vashtor said is true or false.

"Whatever you think, I'm telling the truth anyway." Vashtor saw what Fabius was thinking, and then explained why he wanted Abaddon to be cloned, "The vast majority of the Black Legion Some people are against me. They just think that I have the ability to resurrect Abaddon, so they are patient and waiting. Their patience is running out. I want the Black Legion to continue to unite, so I have to let their commander return."

"Understood." Fabius nodded.

He could probably guess what Vashtor planned to do with Abaddon's clone.

For example, use some means to pretend that the clone is the original body, then let the cloned Abaddon return to the Black Legion, and then use some means to control this cloned Abaddon.

"If I agree to help you, what confidence do you have that I will take my heart away from Bloom?" Fabius asked.

"It's very simple. With just one word from me, I can let you enter the laboratory that has not been completely destroyed and take away your things." Vashtor paced back and forth, "I even want to skin you and cramp you. Ubondrak and the Death Guard will all watch, because I will ask them to suppress their hatred in front of you."

"You?" Fabius sneered.

As far as Fabius knows, the Black Legion did not even contribute much in the many battles that broke out on Broome. Why should the many Chaos lackeys on Broome who were forced to cooperate listen to the temporary Lord of the Black Legion, Vashtor? if?

"I built many of the defensive positions in the Skull Fortress, and I provided the weapons, equipment, and ammunition. Otherwise, how could the Death Guard and Dracasi's bastards continue to fight despite losing orbital control?"

Just like before, the Lord of the Forge was still very confident in his words.

In fact, Fabius could hear some sarcasm in Vashtor's words.

He didn't know how he heard a subspace creature taunting him, and he wondered if Vashtor deliberately let him feel its sarcasm directly.

And Vashtor was indeed sarcastic.

In the view of the Forge Lord, he was just having an unfair conversation with Fabius. The mad doctor's only way out was to do as he said.

The reason why this planet named Broome, an unknown world in the Eye of Terror, has become such a big battlefield today is inseparable from a series of accidental causal events. Fabius Bayer only happened by chance. time contributed to the current situation.

He had no way to control the situation, and he even knew that he was not qualified to participate in the battle on Broome, otherwise he would not have appeared after all the laboratories were almost destroyed.

"What if I don't make a deal with you, a subspace creature?" Fabius said.

Hearing this, Vashtor stopped pacing back and forth, and his weird-shaped feet stayed in place.

The Forge Master and the Mad Doctor looked at each other for about two minutes.

"Then I will command the Black Legion to kill your new humans, those tank organisms, and other weird junk in front of you..." Vashtor said, "Kill them all, kill them all. Clean! Then I will stuff your soul into my creation and let you suffer in pain forever."

This kind of threat is meaningless to a mad doctor.

Fabius does not command a warband, and his creations are not powerful enough to allow him to compete with a strong enemy like the Black Legion that maintains an intact structure.

But precisely because he is not powerful, Fabius has the advantage of being able to leave whenever he wants. He cannot afford to offend or hide.

That was originally the case, but it's a pity...

After thinking for a while, Fabius glanced at the portal not far away that allowed him to return to Broome.

"You can just walk in and leave here." Vashtor gently shook the forging hammer, "When you step through this portal, you will find yourself in a place full of smoke, factories everywhere, and demon engines. A beautiful world where the howl is everywhere, and then you become part of that world.”

"Then do you still expect me to clone Abaddon?" Fabius looked back.

"If you don't clone, I have a backup plan, but you can't be let go no matter what." Vashtor said flatly, "Bloom's transformation into a war quagmire has something to do with you, we and Drakasi The fact that people and the Death Guard are trapped in this hellish place and cannot escape is also because of you."

At this point, Fabius closed his eyes and thought hard for a long time, and finally agreed and nodded silently.

Fabius lamented in his heart that subspace inventors like Vashtor are not scary at all, but joining forces with a force organization like the Black Legion is very scary. Otherwise, who would be afraid of the threat of a nerd?

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