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

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

Fabius was dismissive of Vashtor, who was known as a secondary god, and in his opinion there was no god at all, and Vasztor, a subspace creature who pretended to be a ghost, was named a secondary god, and he didn't even dare to pick a large piece of.

"You need me." Vasztor did not find fault with Fabius's etiquette and appeared very tolerant.

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

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

Clone Abaddon.

Hearing this request, Fabius's face almost unambiguously read the words "puzzled and wondering".

Although Fabius could roughly guess that Vashtor's purpose for finding him had something to do with cloning technology, he never dreamed that Vashtor would ask for Abaddon to clone one.

It is rumored that Vashtor has temporarily controlled the Black Legion as a close friend and collaborator of the commander with a series of means such as the huge project of rebuilding the Spirit of Vengeance, as well as the logistics and supply of weapons and equipment to the Black Legion, how could it ask for an Abaddon to be cloned?

Fabius was lost in thought, he was wary of subspace creatures and would not say a word to Vashtoldo unless he understood it.

"There are doubts that I can repair Abaddon's wounds, or bring him back to life in a strange state that his men would find terrifying, such as transforming him into a half-demonic being with malevolent techniques."

Vashtor took the initiative to open his mouth and had a direct showdown with Fabius.

"But I can't do it at all, he's badly injured in his flesh, and the damn birdgirl and the Trans Man stabbed him several times with the power of the Cursed."

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

Upon hearing this, Fabius realized that Vastor had responded to a rumor circulating in the Eye of Fear that Vashtor had taken control of Abaddon, or that he was helping Abadon resurrect and preparing to turn Abaddon into his puppet.

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

But the problem is who knows if 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 the reason why he wanted Abaddon to be cloned, "The vast majority of the Black Legion are against me, they just think I have the ability to resurrect Abaddon, so they endure and wait. Their patience is running out, and I want the Black Legion to stay united, so I need to get their commander back. ”

"Understood." Fabius nodded.

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

For example, using some means to disguise the clone as the original body, and then let the cloned Abaddon return to the Black Army, and then use some means to control the clone Abaddon.

"If I promise to help you, how sure are you that I'll take my heart and soul away from Bloom?" Fabius asked.

"It's simple, it only takes a word from me to get you into that lab that hasn't been completely destroyed and take your stuff." Vashtor paced back and forth, "Even the Ubendrak and the Death Guard who want to skin and cramp you will be watching, because I will ask them to hold back their hatred in front of you." ”

"You?" Fabius sneered.

As far as Fabius knew, the Black Legion had not even contributed much to the many battles that had broken out on Broome before, so why did the many Chaos lackeys who were forced to cooperate on Broome listen to the words of Vashtor, the leader of the Temporary Black Legion?

"I built many of the defensive positions inside the Skull Fortress, and I provided the weapons and ammunition, otherwise why would the Death Guards and the lowly breeds of Drachire continue to fight without losing control of the track?"

As before, the Forge Master's words were still confident.

Even, Fabius could hear that there was some sarcasm in Vashtor's words.

He didn't know how he could hear a subspace creature mocking him, and wondered if Vashtor had deliberately made himself feel its sarcasm.

And Vashtor is indeed sarcastic.

In the eyes of the Lord of the Forge he was just having an unfair conversation with Fabius, and the only way out for the mad doctor was to do what he said.

The reason why this planet called Bloom, an unknown world in the Eye of Fear, has become such a large battlefield is inseparable from a series of accidental karmic events, and Fabius Spairer only contributed to the current situation by accident.

He had no control over the situation, and he knew he wasn't even qualified to participate in the big battle on Broome, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared after all the labs had been destroyed.

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

Hearing this, Vashtor stopped pacing back and forth, and his strangely shaped feet froze in place.

The Master of the Forges and the Mad Medic looked at each other for about two minutes.

"Then I'll drive the Black Legion to kill your new humans, those canned creatures, and all the other weird in your presence......" said Vashtor, "and kill them all!" And then stuff your soul into my creation, and let you suffer forever in pain. ”

This threat would not have made sense for a madman.

Fabius doesn't command a warband, and his creations aren't strong enough to put him up against an enemy like the Black Legion, which remains intact.

But it is precisely because of the small power that it is Fabius's advantage to leave if he wants, and he can't afford to hide.

Originally, it was like this, but it's a pity......

After pondering for a moment, Fabius glanced at the portal not far away that brought him back to Bloom.

"You can just walk in and get out of here." "When you step through this portal, you will find yourself in a beautiful world full of smoke, factories, and the howls of demon engines, and you will become a part of that world. ”

"And do you still expect me to clone Abaddon?" Fabius withdrew his gaze.

"If you don't clone, I have a backup plan, but you can't be let go anyway." Washtor said flatly, "Bloom's transformation into the quagmire of war has something to do with you, and it has something to do with you, as do we, the Dracasses, and the Death Guard who are trapped in this hellish place. ”

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

Fabius sighed in his heart that a subspace inventor like Vashtor is not terrible, but it is terrible to join forces with a military organization like the Black Army, otherwise who would be afraid of the threat of a nerd?

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(End of chapter)