Chapter 145 The Gate of the New World
The Potion Master was obviously caught in some kind of long and profound memory.
His once weathered face is now rounded, and there is very little but real soft confusion in his eyes. This is definitely not the Iron Warrior, nor is it similar to the Imperial Fist, but more like someone who once A homeless and lost beast.
Fearless Phoenix thought, so he waited patiently for the other party to start narrating.
“The first dream was that time when my cute little apprentice (the two primarchs who knew the corresponding word of this word both had a look of unnaturalness on their faces) gave us the second link After the overwhelming...well...the impact of receiving better treatment," the master of medicine pondered, but did not choose his words very carefully, "On that occasion, I saw someone in a trance. Real and fake scenes, including me fighting alongside Rogal Dorn and calling him...father."
Chaos Astartes shrugged, "My father is not Rogal Dorn. I know this very well, so at first I thought this was just an illusion that happened by some coincidence. Although it is rare, it is not impossible. , but since then I have been dreaming while resting. This is unusual in this universe. After hypnotic indoctrination and training, we should not dream as much as ordinary people. I soon realized that it was not a dream, it was. ...The memory of a certain Astartes"
"In these memories, I saw, or experienced, Fabius Bayer's laboratory and what happened in it. I can't. Deny, there is something about what I see that inspires me,” he admits, “but the contrast between what I see and what I feel when I wake up makes me angrier in the dream, I can feel it. ...The person who gave me half of my genes, the pain he suffered, the struggles he had in his heart, and the brave and glorious person he once became."
"The things inherited from gene seeds are indeed quite considerable sometimes. Wonderful." Fearless Phoenix nodded, and Maatra looked uncomfortable because she wanted to publish a paper on this topic on the spot but knew she couldn't.
“Especially when I had never actually inherited them. Although I had heard some rumors that the genetic seeds of heroes would sometimes be reflected in their recipients, before that day I had always thought That's just a rumor of a fragile body holding a small dream."
The Potion Master shrugged, "Then I started to take this as an opportunity to privately investigate everything about Fabius Bayer. And today is a good day to tell me what I know.”
"Honorable Ishtar, please listen carefully..."
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"So, Fabius Bayer still became the emperor here. A cause of his son's corruption, a shame that brings shame to the Third Legion, a disgusting apprentice and ally of the damned aliens, a madman who twists and shapes flesh at will, a source of ugliness that allows the Fallen to continuously obtain twisted recruits."
After Honso described to him what he had recently heard from everywhere about Fabius Bayer's activities in the Eye of Terror and some of his publicly announced "visions" and "great achievements" , Fearless Phoenix slowly concluded with suppressed anger.
Uselma Atla tried to ease the atmosphere, so he asked about his brother's other form. On his side, could it be that Fabius Bayer had not always been able to deal with it like the others? Maintain his loyalty to his father, the Legion and the Empire?
"That's right, my little brother, of all the traitors of the Legion who are still alive in the world where I am, there is no one who disgusts me more than Fabius Bayer... It is true that in that scene In the battle that lasted for many years, my steadfast heirs and I lost a lot, including our own and those of others. There were not a few warriors who were tortured to death by those inexplicable, perverted, pointy-eared lunatics. They were loyal until death, but only one. Fabius Bayer." There was deep and true hatred in Fearless Phoenix's tone, without even the slightest trace of a father's sorrow or regret for his offspring.
"If he was just tortured and went crazy, that would be excusable, but he actually ended up collaborating with those pointy-eared lunatics and using his own brothers to do those cruel experiments! He cloned Countless twisted Horus (gasp) and give them to my brothers who have fallen in blood and evil! (bigger gasp), those who still blaspheme creation. There are remnants, and they call themselves the Black Legion (double embarrassing cough) and cause harm in the galaxy!”
The face of the fearless phoenix was visibly distorted, and a rampant roar came from the distant palace of the gods! Laughs, "And this coward! He dared not face me! He attacked me with hundreds of my abominable twisted clone monsters, letting me kill my clones with my own hands so that he could escape on his own!"
< br>"Oh my God, how similar and yet different..."
The fearless Phoenix, still angry, waved his hand, "The last time I saw this so-called genetic ancestor was during the attack on Comoros. When I was the Joker, I chased him, and then I lost my way. My loyal Phoenix Guards were all lost in the chase. The only thing I feel sad about is their death, and I will never regret it. I will never regret this. Cowards! The pursuit of traitors!”
He paused, "All time and space changes in the Webway are different from those in the outside world... The traitor was very familiar with the Webway. He hid himself. After an unknown period of time, I followed the guidance of my intuition and the voice of summons and saw a scene that looked like Just tell me 'the crystal wall is thin enough to break through', a familiar brother's power wave ripples on it, I try to respond to it, and then I get here." The fifteenth Primarch said with a guilty conscience. Looking away, the Potion Master blinked desperately: the amount of information was really too much.
"Now you can talk to me about my special clone and the countless Ferrus Manus, which you always compare. Gave me a very bad premonition, and I sincerely hope he is not something worse."
"He is not, but there may be something... that is not what you would like to hear. ”
“Tell me.”
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The guide who calls himself Maxim looks harmless, but in fact, his whole body shows that "I look like I am ready to give you a big blow at any time." Obviously, the dressing up cannot make every Ultramarine visitor put down their guard.
Hephaestus's mechanical eyes have been monitoring the mysterious Astartes wearing black Casillas. Not to mention, more than half of the sights in this team are locked on his body. On the joints and vital points.
However, the person involved seemed to have no fear of this, and even invited them to go to the central hall with him with a smile, which made Sicarius and others a little surprised.
"Well, the truth always has to be discovered by ourselves, everyone," the proud Grand Duke Thalassarian asked his brothers, "Are you ready with your roars and weapons?"< br>
The answer is yes.
"Very good, then let us see what amazing and vicious plots and traps are waiting for us here."
The polite Maxim gave them some instructions. The gleaming door of the transport elevator looked like it had just been scrubbed (perhaps to welcome guests, perhaps to wash away the blood?).
Cato Sicarius holds the hilt of his sword and leads his battle brothers forward with their heads held high.
The door to the new world opened to him.
Gua.
It’s time to get started, let’s have a meal first
(End of this chapter)