Chapter 291 I’m going to ask you this
“I haven’t summoned you for a long time, Shanadore.” Konrad Coates said, after the world singer bowed deeply to him for a long time, He broke the silence with these words.
"Yes, Blood Marquis." The World Singer from the Wild Spirit Tribe answered with her delicate and soft voice, which was full of respect and expectation. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Since escaping from the chaos of the battle on Planet 154-4, the Singer, who has found himself in a relaxed state, spent time on Konrad Curze's battle barge. After the initial fear, I quickly adapted to leaving the original planet and enjoying a new life.
Recently, she began to work with her dark cousins to use the technology she brought to this "little ark" as she calls it, to improve all the features attached to the "King of Night Ghosts". Output efficiency of automated small agricultural bases.
Although this strange, wandering land in space is no longer the warm homeland she is familiar with, home to the soul of the world, the world singer who is accustomed to farming and weaving has not lost half her vitality in communicating with nature.
"Sing a song for me, worldsinger. Now." said Konrad Coates.
"What song do you want to listen to?" Shanadore asked.
"Any song. When new life comes in spring, when crops sprout in the fields, when new fish wiggle their tails in the pond, what kind of songs do you celebrate these moments? "
"I understand, sir." The singer smiled, coughed twice, and adjusted her voice. "What you need is an ode to new life."
She opened her mouth to sing, and her voice was like a spring breeze blowing on her face. Conrad Coates closed his eyes and listened. When this short but lively song, guided by spiritual energy, echoes in the dark ship hall, everything shines with it.
As the melody ended, Shanadore was still immersed in the happiness she had created. She smiled sweetly: "Does this satisfy you, noble Blood Marquis?"
Conrad Curze opened his eyes.
"Amazing, Isa's smile is reborn in your singing." He praised generously, "Later, my Haemonculi will discuss more with you. You have to make up the most A tune that will please your soul. At the closing ceremony of the games, I want you to sing to Queen Callifon as compensation for my interference with this great ceremony in Perturabo."
He had disturbed the good mood that Perturabo had carefully brought to everyone because of Fabius Bayer's affairs. He couldn't dishonor his kindness to the Iron Lord, it wasn't fair.
——
These nominally mortal auxiliaries cannot be human.
After verifying the composition of the alchemy potion trial sample given to him by Hexacheris, Fabius finally made this clear. This astonishing fact left the pharmacist almost in disbelief.
Conrad Curze, the latest returning Primarch and one of the most respected men in the Imperium, dares to hide xenos within his own army? Could it be that he had violated the Emperor's prohibition in such a grand manner and used the blood of another creature to taint the truth of the Empire that he should be in awe and respect?
Fabius absentmindedly poured more compounds of the Heartbreaking Potion into his artificial skin culture tank, adjusted the light and radiation concentration, and waited for the unknown changes brought to it by the mysteries of biology. .
This potion was definitely not intended for humans. When he fed it to Lycaon in small amounts, the feedback given by his attendants was obviously not good - a semi-mechanical Astartes actually vomited his internal organs. Fragments, this is no small matter.
He was not sure he was the first person to know this secret, and he didn’t understand why the night ghost pharmacist with a heavily modified body would respect Konrad Curze’s instructions and reveal the Eighth Legion. Deeply hidden information was put into his hands.
The thought of using the secrets about the aliens to threaten Hexacheris only flashed across his mind, and was completely buried in the unexplorable depths of his mind by Fabius.
He was not foolish enough to think that he was qualified to reveal the faults of a Primarch before the Emperor.
In fact, given the bad impression the Eighth Legion gave him, he might die on a rainy midnight before he revealed this secret.
Regardless, Fabius cheered up. He also had another real suspicion, and that was why the aliens were able to accept the genetic modification of Konrad Curze, a genetic primarch who undoubtedly belonged to the human camp; and natural people want to use the primarch's gene seeds, it seems But it seems to have encountered many obstacles.
He has sent his attendant, this time it is not Lycaon, but another more inconspicuous ordinary servant, to find a way to get some genetic samples of the son of the Muses of the Night Ghost King.
Blood, hair, and skin debris are all practical alternatives. Any small conflict or harmless accident, or even just those ingredients that naturally fall off in daily actions, are enough to support a secret experiment.
He does not need and cannot plunder a complete individual. This will only cost his own life.
Presumably the servitor will return soon.
If possible...
Fabius' eyes moved to Lycaon, who was faithfully serving beside his operating table, feeling the inside of his chest that had been cut open and then sutured by himself. Under his black carapace and within the bone plates of his chest, what flows out from his two hearts and surges through his blood vessels is an extract made from the bone and blood of his genetic brothers.
These potions helped him survive the years when he was threatened by the blight, and helped him continue on the path to further research.
He left one of them behind, perhaps as a souvenir, perhaps for more reasons.
The cycle of life, the iteration of life and death, one desperate life after another passed away under his knife. In this silent environment where even the germs were removed, he had too much time to reflect. , what is the technology that is truly worthy of attention? In this endless coming and going, what kind of true meaning of life knocks on the door of eternity. If possible, he hoped that the sleeping soul would truly resurrect in this preserved half-dead body. All this time, Fabius felt that Lycaon was not really dead.
In addition to completely curing his genetic hazards, this is another restricted area in life that he wants to enter, definitely not just for research value, he said to himself——
Auxiliary calculation The meditator suddenly made a beeping sound, calling Fabius Bayer back to consciousness from his self-persuasion process. He moved in front of the meditator array, and the meaning behind the flashing icons made him feel confused.
"Lord Fulgrim," he answered the transmission, letting the Primarch's cold but still beautiful voice swirl in his cochlea.
"Where are you?" Fulgrim asked directly.
The purple-robed phoenix was not a man of steel like Ferrus Manus, and the tone of his words at this moment sent chills down Fabius's spine, as if he was lying face down on the operating table, trying to save himself. When the servo robotic arm was implanted, there was an amazing chill that penetrated the nerves and bones.
"In my laboratory, my lord," Fabius said truthfully, knowing full well that he could not deceive the Primarch. "Do you need me to come to see you?"
While speaking, he was ready to put away his experimental equipment and test the suspicious items that were faintly testing the boundaries of the Astartes' reasonable scientific exploration boundaries. Contained within lockers covered with black film that makes the interior invisible.
There is also Lycaon, Lycaon also needs to be stored. There was no guarantee that the Primarch would not see the identity of this servant as a former warrior. When Fulgrim arrived in anger, Fabius could not convince the Primarch to accept its existence.
The pharmacist calmly made arrangements for the next series of events in his mind. It was like preoperative preparation for an operation. Every knife was placed in the right place, and the hand saw The sharp edges are well inspected and the vials are arranged on the tray in order of use.
The principles of all things in the world are common to each other, and they are all related to the essence of life.
"Stay where you are," Fulgrim said. At this time, his voice not only came from the communication array, but the clear voice also came directly from outside Fabius's closed laboratory door, penetrated the metal, and reached Fabius's ears in the air. "Then, open the door."
"Yes, sir." Fabius said with difficulty.
After the door was unlocked, the Primarch used his purple eyes, which were enough to see through everything in the room in an instant, and his huge mind that could process countless pieces of real-time information in an instant, to see through Fabius. He had about seven seconds before his trick.
At the first moment, he realized that he could not take the initiative to clean up the heartbreaking potion in the culture tank in front of him. This is the research content that Hexakeris knows about. As long as Konrad Koz, who is colluding with the aliens, says a few more words, Fulgrim will identify his behavior as clear evidence.
But Lycaon cannot be here.
Fabius immediately lifted Lycaon's helmet, mixed a bottle of short-term solidifying solvent with a handful of artificial skin in the water tank, and glued it to the upper half of the opponent's face that had not been replaced by metal, and Put the helmet back on.
Within one minute, the upper half of Lycaon's face will be covered by reshaped skin. He will become ugly and full of defects. It will no longer be the face of the Son of the Phoenix.
That’s not bad either.
His previous face always made Fabius feel that this warrior still retained some consciousness of his own.
After the Lycaon matter was resolved, Fabius was still uneasy. He felt that there was one thing that he had not yet considered, but a corner of Phoenix's robe had already appeared in the metal door that was gradually moving to one side.
Fabius lowered his head deeply, and drops of water dripped from his wet hands. "Father." He responded respectfully, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Unexpectedly and as expected, Fulgrim's eyes stopped at the training at his hand. in the trough.
"What are you studying?" said the Primarch, his tone unmistakably questioning.
"A reworked version of the Heartbroken Enhancement Potion."
Fabius answered cautiously, not sure why the Primarch came to the door because of this matter, even though it did contain some newly added genetic extracts of the Third Legion.
"A warrior died because of you." Fulgrim said this first, while observing Fabius's expression, and at the end, he added the adverb: "Almost."
"This is impossible." Fabius replied decisively, and this was the truth. "This piece of my research has never left this laboratory. How could it harm my battle brothers?"< br>
“That’s a question for you.” Fulgrim said lightly. "Tell me everything you know, pharmacist. First of all, I hope you understand that I have always valued your talents and pursuits."
(End of Chapter)