Ascending to Godhood at Breakneck Speed

"You mean God of Love? Okay, I think I know what your terrible idea is."

"But I think the reason you came up with such a terrible idea is because your Grandfather took a big gamble."

Although Sinleech has not yet regained his Positive Authority, he is now moving in a positive direction.

Given his existing knowledge, understanding the intricacies of the plan wasn't difficult.

"You're still the same as before, your mind is still as sharp as ever."

"But have you considered that this kind of thing is bound to go wrong?"

Mr. Han will definitely go back; let's place the anchor of God of Love on Mr. Han himself.

This is clearly going to destroy the entire world.

"There's nothing we can do, Sinleech. Guiding new gods to perfect oneself is the duty of the God of Wisdom and Miracles."

But you weren't there.

Upon hearing this, Sinleech shook his head with a headache.

"Alright, alright, let's focus on getting the current plan moving smoothly, and I'll figure out the rest."

"I knew you'd still be reliable. Alright, I'll get Abaddon to godhood first."

Watching the God of War of War leave, Sinleech sighed deeply.

"Sigh! A reckless brute, a gambler, and a newcomer who just popped into the picture out of nowhere—this group of colleagues is truly something else."

In the Warp, the Vengeful Spirit was riddled with holes.

Having survived the battle between the God of War and the Blood God, most of the functions on the Vengeful Spirit have become completely disabled.

Even the immense power of the Warp cannot repair it.

Abaddon's heart bled as he looked at his badly damaged Flagship.

This is his Flagship!

Why is this happening?

"Moriana, you're lying to me!"

It was agreed that after the Blood God died, he would ascend to the divine throne.

But why, even though the Blood God is dead, have I still not ascended to godhood?

Not only did they fail to ascend to godhood, they also lost a Gloriana-class Battleship.

"My lord, the outcome of fate is not continuous; when one stage ends, the arrival of the next stage must be awaited."

"Wait?"

"Yes, sir, please wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Waiting for fate to guide me."

Guidance from fate?

Abaddon was pondering whether Moriana's words were true or false.

Just then, Drach'nyen, which had been sitting there without much movement, moved.

Drach'nyen was born from the Echo of humanity's first murder.

Abaddon never expected that the sword would respond at this moment.

But to his even greater surprise, the sword flew directly off the Vengeful Spirit.

"Chase!"

Abaddon has no choice but to pursue him now.

Drach'nyen is a weapon capable of harming the Emperor.

That's a divine artifact!

We can't afford to lose both our wife and our army!

And so, the Black Legion's fleet followed Drach'nyen's trail, aimlessly speeding through the Warp.

Until Drach'nyen led them to a corner of the Warp.

"Sir, please wait, we can't chase them any further."

"Moriana, why don't we keep chasing them?"

"That is the edge of the galaxy, and the edge of the Warp; ancient wars have brought it to ruin."

Nobody knows what's inside.

"Nonsense! Who do you think I am? I'm the Despoiler!"

"I'm the man destined to become a god!"

Abaddon doesn't care about any of that now; he's completely out of his mind.

Even without the fleet accompanying him, he had to go this time; he could still feel the connection between the demonic sword and him.

Driven by his own will, Abaddon sent the entire fleet toward the place where Drach'nyen had disappeared.

When they arrived at that void, they found it to be a sea of blood.

Where is this place?

"The blood of God flows here!"

Moriana's tone was high-pitched and excited; she never imagined that there would be divine blood here.

"God's blood?"

"Yes, there's no mistake, this great power cannot be wrong, it must be the blood of God!"

The blood of God... and the Prophecy of fate.

After connecting the two, Abaddon suddenly understood.

"That's it! This must be the place prepared for me to ascend to godhood!"

"As expected, I am still the master of the Demon Sword. At this moment, the Demon Sword has become an apostle of destiny, guiding me on my path."

"Today, I will ascend to godhood!"

"Wait, sir, there's a conspiracy here."

"What did you see, Moriana?"

"I didn't see anything, sir, but the Blood God has only just fallen, and yet such a trial ground has appeared. This is clearly a conspiracy."

"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out soon enough!"

In truth, Abaddon had already come to believe it was true.

If it weren't true, Abaddon would absolutely go crazy right now.

The losses to the Vengeful Spirit were too severe, and there are not enough resources to compensate for them.

The Black Legion will become a joke.

And he, Abaddon the Despoiler, will become unknown in this Warp.

In fact, this was indeed a proving ground that the God of War had specially prepared for Abaddon.

Deep in the Warp, the God of War grew increasingly impatient as he watched Abaddon and his fleet hesitate to enter.

"It seems I'm not suited to doing Sinleech's job. These kinds of scheming and plotting matters should be left to him."

The God of War's original idea was to simply hand over the remaining rank and Negative Authority of the Blood God to the other party.

But thinking about it that way makes Abaddon seem too foolish.

So he came up with this idea.

So he used his power to forcefully push Drach'nyen, drawing the Black Legion's fleet to this place.

But in reality, the God of War was completely ignorant about these things.

He had gone to great lengths to lure Abaddon here and had even prepared a proper trial for him.

Seeing Abaddon still dragging his feet, the God of War was furious.

He simply waved his hand, triggering a Warp Storm.

The entire Black Legion fleet was engulfed in the fray.

"Alright, mission accomplished. All that's left is for Abaddon to bring his men out of the Realm, and the rank and authority will be his."

Meanwhile, on the Imperium's side, our Imperium Chancellor has just gone to great lengths to gain the Archmagos's trust and then brought him to Terra.

As soon as he led Cawl into the Throne Room, they saw the God of War sitting there idly polishing his War God Weapon.

Why are you back so soon?

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's because I'm more efficient."

Sinleech didn't speak; he simply knew what the God of God of War was doing in a flash.

"You brute! Abaddon has no brains, but don't you have any?"

"What's the difference between this and simply feeding him handouts?"

"That's why I used the aftermath of the war to reduce the Vengeful Spirit to just an empty shell."

"You... you did a great job!"

"Of course, you need to use your brain to fight a war."

"Besides, although my Realm is just a token gesture, it will take Abaddon at least ten or twenty years to get out of it."

Well, now I'm speechless.

"Okay, okay, you're quite meticulous."

As for Cawl, who came with Sinleech, his Logic Unit stopped working after seeing the God of War.

Because during his technical testing, he could sense the presence that was communicating with the Chancellor, and the Warp readings all over his body were off the charts.

"Oh, by the way, Cawl, let me introduce you. This is the God of War."

God of War?

Combined with the Warp poison technique on the other party, it's no longer just an adjective.

That's just a name.

"Is the Imperium of Man doomed?" Cawl asked.

"Good question. Although the current Imperium of Man seems quite good, it was also made on a whim."

Okay, then the Imperium of Man is indeed doomed.