Artificially Cultivating Abaddon

"Reporting, sir, the Lord of Drakes just came by."

Once things had settled down on the Nightfall, Sevatar recounted what had happened outside.

"Vulkan? He's here to be a peacemaker?"

"He did have that idea, but he ran into a wall with us."

"It's good to run into a wall; we should dampen their spirits."

"I suspect that Vulkan came at the instigation of a few other people."

The Night Haunter knew about the Lord of Drakes's kind-hearted nature.

Moreover, as the Primarch who loves Mortals the most, the Lord of Drakes also has very high emotional intelligence.

At this point, unless Vulkan is a complete idiot, he knows it's not the right time for him to come and act as a persuader.

It's obvious that there are a few fools in the opposing camp who made Vulkan the scapegoat.

"Father, what should we do next?"

"What's the panic? The Tyranids are finished. Let the Imperium deal with the rest."

"Let's return to Punishment Star and wait for news from Father."

"Yes!"

The Night Haunter arrived on the Punishment Star with Angron and his fleet.

Angron looked at the Planet, which was exactly the same as New Nostramo.

He patted the Night Haunter heavily on the shoulder.

"It's not easy for my Uncle."

"I know my father gets tired from carrying water around, but I've come to terms with it now."

"Really? When I arrived, Curze told me to ask where those tables and chairs went."

"That vengeful little bat!"

"Haha, I made that up."

"An! G! Long!"

The Night Haunter's composure is relative to others, because he knows that as his father's Scions, he still holds a very high position in his father's heart.

But you absolutely must not Curze.

In the eyes of the Night Haunter, Grand Inquisitor Curze is his ideal self.

So it's not that the Night Haunter breathes on Curze when he sees him.

It's simply a struggle with myself.

They're so stubborn and inflexible, you can't pull them out of their predicament.

If he can let it go, that's good. If he can't, he'll have headaches for the rest of his life.

"Ahem, well, the Punishment Star is doing a great job, isn't it?"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal of livening up the atmosphere, Angron quickly changed the subject.

Whether the atmosphere is lively or angry is another matter.

The Night Haunter also keenly sensed that Angron was deliberately setting himself up for trouble.

"When did you become like Sanguinius?"

"Really? Or probably not?"

The Night Haunter didn't speak, but simply looked intently at Angron.

Yes, absolutely!

It seems he needs to find a way to improve his relationship with Sanguinius in this world.

Then he smashed his Fruit!

Only in this way can one quell the hatred in one's heart.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Vulkan side, the other brothers saw the Lord of Drakes slink back and knew that the Night Haunter was furious this time.

"I told you all, going to the Night Haunter at this time would definitely result in being turned away."

Sanguinius didn't speak, but looked away and whistled an unintelligible tune.

Corvus was still the same as always, checking his equipment.

As for the Imperium Secundus's Warmaster, he is not present at the moment.

He's recuperating at the Rock.

If he were to appear before his brothers now, they would see that this Warmaster is covered in wounds.

These injuries aren't life-threatening, but they hurt a lot.

Not long after the Night Haunter Angron returned to Punishment Star, Han Mingxuan also returned.

"Father, is everything going well on your end?"

"Everything's going well on my end, how's it going on your end?"

"Xiao Ning's plan was a success." The Night Haunter winked at Han Mingxuan.

"It's good that the plan succeeded. You all can rest now. And you, Angron, you've had a long journey."

I saw my Uncle again, and this time it was a younger version of Uncle.

Angron felt a mix of emotions.

"Uncle, we have let you down."

"Don't blame yourself too much, young man. If the Emperor wants to act recklessly, few can stop him, not Malcador."

"I don't blame you. I had some guesses about the Emperor's plan, but I never expected him to actually do it."

The tears in Angron's eyes could no longer be held back and flowed down involuntarily.

"You're still so forgiving, Uncle."

"Don't be so mushy, it's not your fault."

Angron nodded emphatically.

Seeing his Uncle again is more important to him than anything else.

"By the way, Angron, has the God of War arrived yet?"

"Haha, sir, of course I've come!"

Um?

"When did you arrive?" Han Mingxuan asked.

"Before Angron cried."

Angron:...

Han Mingxuan automatically skipped over the fact that embarrassed Angron.

"How are things going with you and Sinleech?"

"You can rest assured that I'll handle things well. I've temporarily closed the passage between the two worlds."

"Is the passage closed?"

Angron never expected that the God of War and Sinleech were doing this.

"Yes, but you don't need to worry too much. I already spoke with them before closing the passage."

"That passage is currently at its limit, accommodating only one god and an entire team."

"Oh, by the way, when I came here, Sinleech told me that Abaddon had brought the Black Legion with him."

"Really? Oh right, now that you mention it, I remember."

"I thought they were space pirates, but they were all dealt with easily."

Hearing Han Mingxuan say that, even the God of War couldn't hold back.

"I'm not trying to be mean, Mr. Han, but he's the main character in this crucial turning point in his life, so please give him some face."

"What can I do? He's not strong enough; he's not even Demigod."

Abaddon originally intended to launch a surprise attack on Cadia.

But as he approached the Eye of Terror, he saw all the Grey Knights.

Moreover, they are the Grey Knights led by Han Mingxuan.

Ultimately, the great Warmaster made the decision.

The first step in this battle is to understand the exact gap between ourselves and our opponent.

Then he let Han Mingxuan kill him like a monster.

However, the God of War was focused on something else entirely.

"Sir, you are absolutely right. Judging from the current pace of development in Fate, Abaddon's influence is indeed insufficient."

"What idea do you have now?"

Han Mingxuan discovered that since the return of Positive Authority, the God of God of War's mind has become increasingly sharp.

"Logically speaking, that passage was opened using the Power of Fate of two worlds."

"If the tides of fate in this world are not fierce enough, the channels may not be wide enough."

"You said it yourself, Abaddon in this world isn't strong enough, so let's find a way to make him stronger."

How do I become stronger?

"Artificial cultivation."

?

Upon hearing the God of War utter those four words, the three people present became curious.

"Tell me more?"

"Simple, isn't the reason I came here to take down Khorne?"

"Then I'll take Angron and wipe out Khorne and all his men."

"However, I will not reclaim all my authority for the time being."

"You mean you deliberately let Abaddon get away with it?"

"At the very least, his strength should reach the Demigod level."

"Aren't you just making trouble for Horus?" Han Mingxuan said.

"He's just a key; once he opens the door, I'll take back the power."

This method...

"That works, let's do it your way."

Abaddon, who had been killed like a monster, suddenly felt a chill.

Damn it!

He needs a divination to predict the future!