Chapter 294 Who He Was
"Stand here and don't move anything, Fabius Bayer." After warning, Fulgrim began to walk around the laboratory.
This was the first time that his genetic father made a sudden visit to his laboratory. Fabius watched the purple phoenix stay silently in front of the jars storing organs. Bowed his head before passing human tissue.
The pharmacist couldn't see Fulgrim's expression. From his perspective, he could only see the hair flowing like mercury on the Gene Father's back. If another genetic brother were to stand in his position, that person would be immersed in the perfection displayed by his father.
This is the paranoia, fanaticism and irrationality of the Astartes warriors. And the long time spent on the operating table, facing the decline and death of life, gradually pulled too many positive emotions away from Fabius Bayer as an individual.
Some things are not worthy of such obsessiveness, while other subjects are of greater importance.
For example, the study of genes.
He once told Fulgrim that this was the only way to correct the shortcomings of the Emperor's Children and to achieve perfection. Fulgrim respected his talent and admired his ideals. He allowed Fabius to carry out more of his own research, his radiant face glowing with warm encouragement.
But Fabius knows that his end point will not stop at perfection.
And this is his sacred temple. It doesn't belong to losers and dead people, it belongs to a true biotech genius.
"What is this?" Fulgrim asked.
There is a wall with many life-support capsules there. Some of the slots are empty, and the liquid in some too old grooves has decayed and been covered with coagulated blood and mold, but it still appears. Spare samples for scientific research are sealed and preserved; those that are actually in use are covered by a dark baffle.
Phoenix tapped a storage tank covered by a baffle with her nails.
"Open it." Fabius continued to stand where he was and ordered his attendants. In the past, he had deliberately avoided exposing this squire to others. However, the parts that can show Lycaon's identity should have been completely changed. This reassured him.
Lycaon faithfully carried out his orders and went to control the console. The baffle was removed, and a group of creatures floating in the life-support cabin curled up, with pale and wrinkled skin, like a withered grass.
"This was my first research on the blight." Fabius replied. "You know, in Terra, I began to try to solve the mystery of life and death that plagued the Third Legion."
At that time, The boundaries between legions were not as clear as they are today. He had some companions from other legions, such as Garlan Sulak of the Twelfth Legion.
Many years ago Fabius had heard that he was dead. Fabius was happy about this. He doesn't need too many people to remember his past.
"You have been working hard for this, and I appreciate your pursuit of perfection." Fulgrim turned back, "We were created by the Emperor, and our flaws are an insult to the Emperor."
“But recently, some things have begun to make me reflect on where the boundary between imperfection and perfection lies. Since when and for what reason do we pursue perfection; on the road of this pursuit, we also What fruits were obtained, what factors were ignored, and what consequences were caused.”
"Reflection makes the will clearer," Fabius said. "The end of life is to seek perfection in all things. This means that we cannot be limited by nominal humility."
Who can bring such sudden thinking to the proud Fulgrim? Those brothers? Or is it Akulduna whom he values the most?
Fulgrim's eyes looked at the sink in front of Fabius, "I have always hoped that you would go further, but not in the wrong direction. Although my expertise is not in scientific research , but I still know that there are some living materials required for experiments that cannot be obtained without violating ethics."
When mentioning the last sentence, Fulgrim glanced at Fabi. Us.
His genetic father's vision became tunnel vision. Fabius thought in surprise. That was his first reaction.
"Today, one of my descendants was found to have used the medicine you are researching." Phoenix said.
"Your Majesty, did he die?" Fabius asked, showing his concern for his comrade, "No, even if the research on this potion is immature, he will not be there. Die within a day. I can start researching ways to save him now, just bring him to me..."
"No need to" Fulgrim interrupted Fabius, not even that. Ask if he did it. This is not a good sign.
Phoenix lowered his head and stared at him. In this closed space, Fabius felt so small for the first time.
“Tell me,” he continued, “who else knows about this potion?”
Fabius hesitated.
"Hexacherius." He replied, "He gave me the recipe for this alchemical potion... Please tell me what happened, father."
"The Eighth Legion smelled the potion." Fulgrim sighed, sadness flashing in his eyes.
"Please believe me, father," Fabius bent down to hide his uneasiness. Deep in his body, those places that had been in pain due to the signs of the blight, after many years, The painful twitching resumed. It was as if a fatal cancer that had been dormant for many years was gradually finding its opportunity. "I will not lay a hand on my comrades. I don't understand why Hexakeris did this. I once trusted him."
"How do you prove it?" Fulgrim asked softly.
“Bring him to me and I will do my best to heal him.”
“What will happen to him if you fail?” Fulgrim continued, “What if What will you do when he lies on your operating table and takes his last breath?"
"If this is the end of the world, I will give him a relief."
"Or give him a break. He made Chengyou’s experimental materials?”
"I will never expose my battle brothers..."
"Shut up!" Phoenix suddenly shouted sharply, anger gathering in his crystal eyes, like a sharp knife, piercing through the law. Bius's mind shocked him so much that he fell to his knees, and the cold air from the cold floor rushed straight into his bones.
Fulgrim grabbed the attendant who had just opened the shield for him and took off his helmet. Then, he grabbed the unrecognizable attendant and shouted: "Who is he?"
"A servant..."
"Who was he? How dare you tell another lie? Fabius Bayer! ”
The original body's chest heaved violently, and terrible anger flashed on his face, "Who else do you want to frame? Who else do you want to blame? Do you think you can hide it from me? Do you think I can't feel the blood? The wavering of genes? You have crossed the line!"
Fabius turned pale. He already foresees his own death on the path of discovery. This was by no means a result he could accept. Even after this incident, he saved his life, but everything he owned was dying of necrosis at this moment...
He didn't want to give up, but he couldn't be where he was before. He pleads for himself in the midst of his physical rage.
The pharmacist lowered his head deeply. "Lycaon." He said dejectedly, and added: "He had already died of illness at that time."
When Fabius said that name, the soul that should have died drove the broken body and stretched out He stretched out a stiff finger and gently hooked Phoenix's sleeve.
Fulgrim trembled at this simple touch, and his anger instantly transformed into something even colder.
"How much I trusted you, Fabius. Even on the road I just walked..." He lowered his eyes, stopped talking, then pulled out his sword, and touched Lycaon's There was a pause next to the neck and a sharp stroke.
The former warrior fell to the ground, he reached the end of liberation.
A handful of blood, which had turned brown and black during years of biological experiments, splashed onto the face of the purple-robed Phoenix, which was as clean as plaster. He didn't wipe it off immediately, leaving the scar-like stain in place.
"Akulduna, come in." Fulgrim said loudly.
The swordsman waiting outside the laboratory door responded and entered, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword and nodding to Fulgrim.
"Watch Fabius Bair." Fulgrim said, "And destroy it all."
"Okay, father." Akulduna said, Draw out one of the two long swords.
"Father! But my research..."
Fabius quickly closed his mouth and looked at the operating table and culture tank closest to him.
Then, as if he couldn't bear to watch the scene that was about to happen anymore, he closed his eyes in despair, knelt on the spot, and gave up resistance.
"I have some things to take care of." Fulgrim ordered, "Wait until I come back."
After saying that, the hurried footsteps of Phoenix gradually moved away.
Under the blast of bombs and the slashing of the sword, the sound of shattering glass began to sound.
(End of this chapter)