coobybook Chapter 400 Superior Skills
Chapter 400 Superior Skills
**Eye of Fear: Steel Wasteland**
A vacuum zone with a diameter of one kilometer was cleared in the center of the battlefield.
Abaddon stood at one end, the Dracani Sword crackling with crimson lightning, its blade reconstructed by the blessing of the Machine God—liquid metal flowed along its serrated edge, and nerve tendrils extended from the hilt, piercing deeply into his arm. His armor was no longer a pure creation of chaos, but a fusion of steel and flesh, scorching steam billowing from its joints, and red light flashing in his visors, a mixture of data streams and demonic runes.
At the other end, Clone Horus slowly withdrew the Claw of Horus. The weapon that had once torn apart the galaxy now gleamed with an unnatural black light, and countless pained faces appeared on its claws—the wails of devoured souls. On the surface of his black armor, the emblem of the Eye of Horus was seeping blood, blinking as if it were alive.
"One last chance, son." The clone's voice held a twisted loving tone. "Kneel down, and I can make you my Death Guard."
Abaddon's response was a sudden outburst!
The Warmaster's thrusters exploded beneath his feet, creating a sonic boom cloud, and his mechanically enhanced body broke through three times the speed of sound! The sword Dracani did not unleash a sword light, but a torrent of living metal, with thousands of barbed steel cables bursting from the blade, like a swarm of hungry snakes pouncing on Klonhorus!
"A mere trick." The clone sneered, sweeping Horus's Claw across. A flash of black light, and all the steel cables withered and snapped. But Abaddon had already used the cover to rush in front of him, his demonic sword aimed straight for his throat!
Clang! ...
Claws clashed with sword, the shockwave pulverizing the ground within a hundred meters radius. Clone Horus leaned back slightly, while Abaddon's mechanical joints sparked—this attack had actually forced the Primarch back!
"Interesting." The clone licked its lips. "That iron worm gave you a decent toy."
Horus's Claw suddenly transformed, its five claw blades extending to ten meters, sweeping across like a giant razor! Abaddon retreated rapidly, but his chest armor was still torn open by the claw wind, and the black blood that had just spurted out was forcibly sewn back together by mechanical tentacles.
The clone pressed its advantage, delivering a knee strike to Abaddon's abdomen, which the Warchief parried at the last second with the hilt of his sword.
• Crack! • The handguards made of adamantite shattered instantly, and Abaddon was blasted hundreds of meters away, crashing through three steel ruins before finally stopping.
Vashtor's voice echoed in his mind: **"Activate Protocol"**, "Iron Fury".**
Abaddon's spine suddenly split open, and six mechanical limbs burst forth, supporting him. His pupils were completely filled with data streams, and the demonic sword and his arm merged completely, transforming into a three-meter-long serrated giant blade!
&34；这才像话。&34；克隆荷鲁斯兴奋地撕碎自己的披风，&34；让我们看看你能承受多少父亲的&39；爱&39；！&34；
The two collided again, this time at such a speed that spectators could only see afterimages—
Abaddon's mechanical limbs pierced the ground, his entire body spinning like a top, his jagged blades transforming into a metal storm that forced Clone Horus into the air.
- The Primarch tumbled in the air, and Horus's Claw cleaved down five black beams of light, each tearing through reality and leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Abaddon.
But Zhan Shuai's cyborg body ignored the pain. The wound was instantly filled by nanobots. He stomped the ground and used the recoil to leap above the clone. The giant blade came down on his head!
Boom! ...
Clone Horus was shot down for the first time! His left shoulder armor shattered completely, and black blood gushed out like a waterfall. But the next second, that blood transformed into countless spikes, piercing Abaddon's mechanical limbs!
"You made me bleed..." The clone's voice suddenly turned low and terrifying. "As a reward, I will feed your mechanical core to Khorne."
Abaddon's vision was blurred by blood, but he grinned as he pressed the button on his arm—
**&34; Self-destruct protocol activated. &34;**
The Sword of Dracani suddenly overloaded, and all the liquid metal on its blade exploded and multiplied, transforming into millions of steel needles that pierced into Clone Horus's body! Each needle released two toxins: the decaying plague from Nurgle, and the logic virus of the Machine God!
"You...!" The clone showed a pained expression for the first time; his flesh was rotting and his mind was being contaminated by the data stream.
"That move... Abaddon tore off his own pierced mechanical limb, staggered to his feet, and said, '...I learned it from Guilliman.'"
He lunged forward, using his last strength to plunge the demonic sword into the heart of Clone Horus—
Goodbye, Father.
All the runes on the sword lit up, and mechanical and chaotic energy exploded within the clone's body!
When the light faded, only Abaddon remained kneeling in the center of the pit on the battlefield.
The remains of Clone Horus are dissipating, but the black blood is strangely flowing into the depths of the Eye of Terror, as if being reclaimed by some being.
Vashtor's projection appeared before him: "The contract is complete. Now..."
Suddenly, the tentacles of the God of Machines pierced Abaddon's wound and began to drain his soul energy!
"You... betrayed..." The war commander's roar turned into a hoarse gasp.
"No." Saint Ives' voice came from the void, "This is the true...term of the contract."
However, Abaddon suddenly sprang into action, wielding his magic sword and severing Vashtor's mechanical tentacles.
The instant Vashtor's mechanical tentacles were severed, the eight-pointed star core flickered wildly, emitting a piercing metallic shriek. Saint Ives's purple robe billowed in the warp turbulence, and the smile beneath his mask finally froze.
Abaddon slowly stood up, his body covered in wounds, but a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.
"You really think..." His voice was hoarse and dangerous. "Would I be stupid enough to believe a mechanical monster and a charlatan?"
He abruptly raised his hand, and the hilt of the Dracani Sword suddenly cracked open, revealing a shimmering crimson rune—**Khorne's Binding Pact**!
&34; You think you're the only ones who would have a backup plan? &34;
Saint Ives attempted to escape into the warp, only to find that his psionic powers had vanished without a trace—the entire area had already been sealed off by the steel domain of the mechanical god!
Vashtor was in an even worse state. His core data stream suddenly became disordered, and a scarlet skull mark appeared on the surface of the eight-pointed star—Abaddon had already buried Khorne's blood curse into every inch of the blessed code when he underwent mechanical modification!
"You... you plotted against us?!" For the first time, Vashtor's synthesized voice fluctuated.
Abaddon wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "I schemed against everyone—including that imposter father."
He dragged his broken body toward the two schemers, each step causing the ground to tremble: "Now, you have two choices."
&34; First, I threw you into Khorne's Blood Furnace, so that the Blood God could personally deal with you. &34;
"Two..." He stopped, his crimson goggles locking onto the two of them. "Be my dog."
Saint Ives' mask cracked open, revealing a twisted metal face beneath—his true form had long since merged with Tzeentch's blessed machine.
"Oh dear~" His voice was still elegant, but now tinged with a hint of gritted teeth. "When did Zhan Shuai become so... shrewd?"
Vashtor's eight-pointed star core dimmed, its mechanical tentacles drooping limply: "...Logical judgment, survival first."
Abaddon nodded in satisfaction and took two jet-black collars from his waist—these were **Primarch Shackles** forged from special materials.
"Put it on." He tossed it in front of them. "Then, we'll have a good talk... about how to divide this galaxy."
The moment the collar tightened, Saint Ives's myriad visions of the future suddenly shrank to a single line—**Abaddon's victory**. Vashtor's mechanical godhood was then forcibly loaded with a low-level protocol: **He can never harm a Warmaster**.
"The first task." Abaddon turned to look towards Terra. "I need you to find Fabius Bayer—he still has a clone of Koz."
Saint Ives stroked the collar and suddenly laughed: "What if I said...we've already found him?"
The holographic projection unfolded, revealing a spaceship hidden in the folds of subspace. Inside the cabin was Fabius frantically adjusting the cloning pod, and behind him... **stood a giant with pale skin and completely black eyes**.
"Midnight Ghost..." Abaddon's breathing quickened slightly. "Very good."
He looked toward Terra, where the light of the Golden Throne flickered faintly on the star map.
&34; It's time to let the Empire taste... true fear. &34;