Chapter 289 The Third Story
"The Salamanders and the Iron Hands are tied," Fabius said. His men were working non-stop and were focusing on the needle of a syringe. Inject it into a mass of flesh and blood tissue that he magnified with an electronic magnifying glass, and observe the changes in these tissues.
At first, the activity of the cells increased rapidly, and they proliferated healthily, growing into an amazing group of cells that filled the entire culture dish.
However, just a few seconds later, a certain point in the genetic chain began to break, and the matrix was evacuated and became dry, just like a stream that has lost its water or a well that has been in the dry season all year round. Reversed blight.
Hexakeris made a low laugh about this. Fabius Bayer didn't care, at least he didn't show that he cared.
"And your Night Ghost King's Court lost to the Iron Warriors." The pharmacist continued, "The Iron Warriors are not even an army good at close combat. It's hard for me to imagine how you could lose, especially since you just got In the context of the teachings of the Father of Genes."
"Success or failure is part of the thread of destiny that some lives believe in," Hexakeris answered, and a dark hand reached out. His red cloak took away Fabius' abandoned petri dish.
"What are you studying? Or..." The old Hemorrin paused sharply. His wealth of knowledge told him that Fabius was trying to create something impossible. "What are you creating?"
In hundreds of generations of Eldar's tireless attempts, the Eldar, no, today's Dark Eldar, finally understood how to give activity to a dead matter. Even though he is now serving the human army, he cannot deviate from his basic knowledge and reluctantly pinch his nose to praise human beings for their potential to create new life out of thin air in a short period of time.
"Embryo," Fabius said, and the servo mechanical arm on the back that was directly connected to the nervous system opened to crush the discarded syringe for him. "But I'm still missing something."
"What?" Hexakeris asked.
The pharmacist's facial muscles twitched. "Soul." He said the word hoarsely.
"Soul?" Hexakeris couldn't suppress his own smile at all. His dry and distorted face became even more terrifying because of the smile at this moment. "Damn," he cursed Said, "What a superficial word you are using to summarize the grand scene of the original fire of life burning in the mind, to summarize the true birth of a ball of flesh and blood in the world he hates, and to support him in making his first sound. The complex power of crying!”
Fabius responded with an unrestrained sneer. To a certain extent, he felt a sense of sympathy from this unique member of the Night Ghost King’s Court. The utmost respect for the Primarch, and a subtle disdain for mortals. Objectively speaking, this does not seem to be an exception among the Astartes warriors.
"One question," Fabius said, pretending to be nonchalant, "you reminded me. Are you really an Astartes? Did the Gene Father really give you a second chance? A new life? ”
"Without a doubt." Hexakeris said, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Then, why doesn't Konrad Curze create more Nightghost Warriors? ? Or is your distorted image the only work he can create? "
Hexakeris pushed Fabius's petri dish back to his eyes, and then, his dark face His hands retracted into his red robe.
"This is a very good suggestion, Fabius." Of course the old Haemonculus would not be angry because of this level of provocation, otherwise, he would have to spend most of his time in Commorragh resurrecting The pain was spent in a black crystal coffin. "Of course, I mean creating more Night Ghost King's Court. I will ask my master, what do you think?"
"Then can you help me ask, where am I?" Only under such conditions can you be allowed to join your real project.”
"You mean..." Hexakeris said, "Which one?"
"Any one." Fabius narrowed his eyes. "Such as your alchemy potion."
The old Haemonculus smiled lowly. "You should have asked me earlier. Then I could have told you and you would have been involved in this issue from the beginning. What makes you afraid to ask?"
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< br>"I will kiss your hand, Caesar, but not out of servile flattery," said Magnus, and the scholar tried his best not to sound suffocated in his words. Angry.
He was glad that he was wearing a longer white robe today, otherwise his clothes would not be able to cover his legs and feet that couldn't stop moving awkwardly.
“Have mercy, Caesar, I bow to you. There is no second person like me here who can give you loyal suggestions. I sincerely implore you to consider the hidden dangers now and take back your life. "
"What, Brutus, are you going to say this too?" Surprisingly, Roger Dorn's lines were pronounced clearly and gracefully, and his frown and expression were just right. He was so frightened and angry that one even wondered whether Perturabo or Fulgrim alone had roped him in for all-out actor training.
Or perhaps, at this time, he was just trying his best to do everything a Primarch could do, treating this drama as an important task that should not be underestimated like any battle, and making full efforts.
“Ah, Caesar, I implore you to think twice about your will,” Magnus said, secretly using some red-gold runes to decorate his voice, “If you want to follow a reasonable path , I must have always supported it, but what are you going to do now? You didn't even tell us directly! Great Caesar——"
"I have never begged any of you, and you cannot move my heart with your pleas. The stone in the glacier has an unshakable quality, which makes it an unparalleled cornerstone of our temple. Countless People live in this mortal world, and they each have enough flesh and blood consciousness to perceive this world, but if their status cannot be shaken by any force, then let them be as firm as a stone. And I want to be as firm as a stone on this matter. Prove to you that I am the unshakable master."
"Caesar——"
"Leave, Brutus! Put away your lies, you have to stop me. My way?"
"Okay, then I can only let my hand speak to Cassius on my behalf!" Magnus quickly stood up and waved the knife in his hand first. . Around him, the World Eaters extras who had been waiting for a long time also took out various weapons from their robes and boldly slashed at Rogal Dorn.
They believed that Magnus, who was in charge of special effects, would handle the next scene and used force against a Primarch. After the initial nervousness faded away, the bold Space Marines discovered that this might be a unique opportunity that could only occur once in a lifetime. .
"Are you there too, Brutus? Then fall down, Caesar!" After Roger Dorn finished reading his lines, he closed his eyes and fell backwards to the ground, directly collapsing. Part of the tabletop.
This is obviously in addition to the preliminary effect of the original stage play, and according to the craftsmanship and raw materials used by Perturabo to build the theater, allowing mortal craftsmen to repair it in a normal way is obviously disappointing Perturabo. It was my intention to kindly invite them to the Olympia Games.
Magnus felt a chill on his back. He made a prompt decision and let Roger Dorn fall completely into the gap under the stage. Then he quickly repaired the rosewood table before the audience noticed it. He held his knife angrily and cursed the stone in his heart. With its hardness, he and the World Eaters poked at Rogal Dorn's phantom.
"The false emperor is dead! We are liberated!" He shouted according to the script, not sure whether what he heard was the weird laughter of Konrad Coates in the audience, "Go up, come up The street announced the news ”
The scene changed. The World Eaters finished cutting Rogal Dorn's shadow, pretended to put him in a white cloth bag, and carried him off the field in a hurry.
Magnus conjured a podium for himself, holding the edge of the podium with both hands: "Everyone, don't panic, don't yell, as if the doomsday has arrived at this venue. . You know, the false ambition of the false emperor has been terminated. We were all friends of Caesar, and now we are just helping him to overcome the moment of worry about life and death and reach the end of tyranny."
He heard Vulcan's footsteps preparing to go on stage backstage. He thought about the effect of the performance again, and when he was satisfied, he turned his head to look at the curtain backstage, and at the same time let the lines enter the next link.
"Wait a minute, who is here now? Ah, welcome, Mark Antony, you are also a friend of Caesar!"
Vulgan's face was as black as cold coals Gathered with sadness, it is not difficult to imagine how he went through all the unhappy things he had experienced in his life in the background.
"Have all your lofty achievements, stagnant dreams, and distant prospects been ruined in the hands of Cassius and Brutus?" Vulkan read with true feelings, blocking his grief with one arm. face. "If I were him, I would rather take his life. Take my life before your sword has cooled down. Let me die beside my lord. There is no better place than this. ”
Magnus couldn’t help but be moved by the sharp contrast between Horus’s rebellious identity in this script and his loyalty and pride in talking about the Emperor every day. Feeling ridiculously funny.
Perhaps this was another disadvantage of not being there - the venerable Horus Luperkar had to tolerate Morse's bad image of himself, and the bad image that might linger in Olympia for years to come. Reputation...
No, he, the red Magnus, was clearly at the scene, so why did he have to play the role of a stabbing villain?
The residents of the Olympia Cluster can really tell the difference between the role and the actor.
"We are not asking for your life, Anthony, and I have not reduced my respect for you at all. We murdered a tyrant, but we do not have to banish all the tyrant's friends to the territory of the dead."< br>
"Then hand your blood-stained hands into my hands. Well, how can I put it? I don't know which of your words contain the truth and which contain hypocritical lies." What if Caesar's soul is still looking here, what kind of ungrateful person he will see, and he will shake hands with the enemy immediately after your death!"
Magnus grinned with joy! Mouth: "I not only want to hold your hand, but also welcome you with my arms. Cassius and I are willing to cooperate with you, dear Anthony! In our rebuilt country, your seat is also He will sit high on the bench on the same level as us."
Vulkan walked towards Magnus, his bright red eyes like a burning fire; Magnus! Nusst deliberately used some surreal means to enhance the light in Vulcan's eyes.
When Brutus and Antony hugged, Magnus controlled his surprised expression and his body that fell awkwardly after being pierced by the dagger, so as not to damage the fragile stage floor when he fell. .
The shadow of the flames burned on the stage, symbolizing the coming destruction. Magnus took advantage of the firelight to relax his facial expression and let himself enjoy the time of lying down - he had performed the whole performance conscientiously, and was also distractedly responsible for the arrangement of the stage effects.
Vulkan raised the blood-stained weapon in his hand: "Ah! Soul of the greatest emperor, please forgive me for my miserable negotiations with these massacres. Your life is gone, and the prospect of destruction It will also come to mankind; eternal war will become the echo of the times, people are accustomed to killing, and all compassion will disappear one after another; fire will burn until the end of the century, because of this crime, the galaxy will be filled with The bell of annihilation!”
After that, Vulkan put down his weapon and closed his eyes. Magnus extinguished the flames, got up from the floor, dusted off his white robes, followed Vulkan along with the World Eaters who returned one after another, and waved to the audience.
Then he remembered that Rogal Dorn was still lying quietly in the resealed wooden boards on the stage, and quickly created an illusion of Rogal Dorn and asked him to walk out from the backstage. , and other actors greeted the audience.
He can guarantee that the only people who can see through this little trick are Morse, and maybe Perturabo who is secretly talking to Morse...
Perturabo was absent, as were Konrad Curze, Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus, and Morse.
The only thing left on the row of seats where the Primarchs were sitting was the data pad used by Horus for remote and real-time viewing. It was currently placed on the table, showing the appearance of the Wolf Shepherd applauding them.
The reason for their departure, after Magnus probed for a while, found it even more incredible.
What is meant by the Sun of Thousand Dusts who temporarily resides among the Iron Warriors, and the Emperor's Children who also serve as communicators among the Iron Warriors, and the Terran warriors of the Nightghost Court? An irreconcilable conflict broke out over the administration of illegal alchemical potions to horses during an equestrian competition?
No, when did they start equestrian competitions? What kind of horse would an Astartes be allowed to ride? Why didn't anyone tell him? Did he miss something?
(End of this chapter)