NCCnovel Chapter 399 The Battle Between Father and Son
Chapter 399 The Battle Between Father and Son
**Eye of Fear - Black Iron Cage**
Abaddon's limbs were impaled by black chains, nailed to a cross made of living metal. The chains were etched with the patterns of the Eye of Horus, and each struggle triggered excruciating nerve pain—**the clone was enjoying his agony**.
"You are more fragile than I thought, son." The phantom of Clone Horus hovered outside the cage, toying with a still-beating heart—the heart of Abaddon's most powerful Chaos Lord. "You can't even protect your own subordinates, yet you dare challenge me?"
The warlord's throat was constricted by chains, preventing him from making a sound, but his scarlet goggles still burned with fury.
Just then, the shadow of the cage suddenly twisted into a vortex, and Saint Ivis, the Lord of a Thousand Shapeshifters, stepped out with elegant steps. His mask was adorned with patterns of interwoven gears and tentacles, and the faint hum of mechanical operation could be heard from beneath his robes.
&34; War General~&34; Saint Ives' voice carried a malicious pleasure, &34; Right now you... are like a castrated wild dog~&34;
Abaddon's chains suddenly loosened for a moment, and he coughed up black blood: "Enough talk... If you're going to kill me, then kill me..."
&34;Kill you? &34;Saint Ives's fingers traced across the cage, and the living metal seemed to shrink back in fear, &34;I'm here to deliver a gift~&34;
He raised his hand and sketched a symbol in the air—a totem of an overlapping eight-pointed star and a gear.
The warp tore open at that moment, and a colossal temple, constructed of rusted metal and rotting flesh, descended. Every brick and stone was a twisted mechanical component, with screaming souls trapped between the gears, and a mixture of pus, blood, and machine oil flowing from the hydraulic pipes.
A roar came from deep within the temple, as if a million engines were starting up simultaneously:
**&34; The transaction is completed...&34;**
Abaddon's chains suddenly snapped, and he fell to the ground, discovering that his wounds were being repaired by nanomachines—**but those machines were blood red, their surfaces covered with barbs and eyeballs**.
"What the hell is this?!" He tried to tear off the wriggling mechanical tentacles on his arm.
"The God of Machines~" Saint Ives' voice was like a viper's hiss, "or rather... **the Devourer of Myriad Machines**."
In the center of the temple rose an iron throne, upon which sat a constantly shifting entity—sometimes resembling a giant mechanical spider, sometimes a humanoid woven from cables and internal organs. At its core floated a pulsating black sun, the **corrupted STC (Standard Construction Template) core**.
"Offer... a sacrifice..." The voice of the mechanical god nearly shattered Abaddon's skull, "In exchange for... power..."
Saint Ives chuckled: "It wants your fleet—a third of the Black Legion's warships."
"Don't even think about it!" Abaddon instinctively refused.
"Or..." Saint Ives suddenly whispered in his ear, "Let Clone Horus obtain Fabius Bayer, resurrect Koz, Angron... even..."
He paused deliberately, letting Abaddon fill in the terrible name himself.
Zhan Shuai's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "...I agree."
The moment the contract was established, Abaddon's Dracani sword suddenly came to life. Vein-like tubes extended from the hilt and pierced his arm, the Four Gods' Blessed armor was covered with mechanical tentacles, and gear-shaped pupils appeared in the crimson visors.
"Feel it!" Saint Ives opened his arms in ecstasy, "A perfect fusion of chaos and technology!"
The Black Legion's fleet suddenly went out of control, a third of its warships being sucked into the Mechanical Temple. Their armor plates peeled off, their turrets twisted into gaping maws of flesh and metal, and the crews screamed as they merged with their ships—**a living, mechanical demon fleet was born**.
……
Abaddon stood in the center of the Iron Temple, with molten metal flowing beneath his feet. All around him stood countless modified war machines—tank barrels twisted into claws, fighter jet wings folded into bone blades, and even the remains of Titans were reassembled into terrifying creations that were half-mechanical and half-demonic.
Vashtor—this being who calls himself "the messenger of the god of machines"—has a body made of rusted gears and wriggling cables, and his head is a floating eight-pointed star core that emits an ominous red light.
"Your enemy is powerful." "Vashtor's voice is like the chorus of a thousand engines, but machinery... never betrays."
With a wave of his hand, a captured Imperial Rand Raider tank suddenly emitted a piercing metallic shriek. Its armor plates writhed as if alive, its turret split into four pieces, revealing crimson mechanical fangs inside, and its tracks transformed into steel limbs—in an instant, it became a three-meter-tall mechanical demon!
Abaddon's crimson visors flickered slightly: "How much can you modify?"
&34;As long as you have enough...raw materials. &34;Vashtor's eight-pointed star core began to rotate, &34;For example...&34;
His mechanical tentacles suddenly pierced the ground, causing the entire desolate battlefield of the Eye of Terror to tremble. Countless warship wrecks, mech fragments, and even the weapons of fallen soldiers floated up, being reassembled, twisted, and desecrated amidst the crimson lightning—
A legion of steel demons, composed of living metal and chaotic energy, is being born!
……
Far away in the Shattered Laboratory, Clone Horus sensed the energy fluctuations. He crushed the head of the last Black Legion warrior in his hand, his dark eyes gazing in the direction of the Iron Temple.
"A pathetic little trick." His voice cracked the rocks of the entire planet. "You think you can fight the Primarch's power with this scrap metal?"
Fabius Bayer huddled in the corner, trembling as he adjusted the gene culture chamber: "Give me... three more days... and the clone of Koz will be able to..."
"Too slow." Clone Horus kicked the incubation chamber to pieces. "Let's speed things up."
He seized Fabius's head and injected his black blood into his temples. The old Chinese medicine doctor immediately let out a horrific scream as his eyeballs burst, replaced by two miniature Eyes of Horus—
"Now, use my blood to cultivate Koz." The clone released his grip. "I want to see him before sunset."
Abaddon stood on the bridge of the "Soul of Vengeance," surrounded by a vast, newly formed fleet of mechanical demons. The modified black legion warships were covered in writhing armor, and their cannons no longer spewed lasers, but rather some kind of living metal storm.
"All forces, attack!" The war commander's roar echoed throughout the fleet via the mechanical neural network. "Crush that imposter!"
The two armies clashed within the blood-red nebula of the Eye of Fear—
- The flesh and blood army of clone Horus roared as they charged forward, their flesh rapidly corroding upon contact with the mechanical demons, yet their genetically enhanced bodies continued to regenerate.
- Vashtor's steel warriors will immediately reassemble after being torn apart, and even devour the remains of enemies to evolve;
Abaddon's Delacrani sword has been fused with the power of the Machine God, and every strike can cleave through the clone's psionic barrier.
- Clone Horus then summoned a phantom of the Claw of Horus, tearing three mechanical titans apart with a single claw!
The Master of a Thousand Changes stood in a warp rift at the edge of the battlefield, his smile beneath the mask growing ever deeper. The crystal ball in his hand displayed the real-time losses of the three factions—
"Let's make it even more intense!" He licked the surface of the crystal ball. "Wait until you've fought off your last warrior..."