Chapter 412 The genetic ancestor is waiting for his guest
"Where is he? Damn it, we need more manpower and heavy weapons!" Merricks shouted breathlessly towards Akenix, and at the same time He leaned down, pushed a mutant hound beside him in front of him, and then immediately fell to the ground.
A blazing ray passed over his head, and at the same time, the mutant's hot and twitching corpse, with half of his skull melted away, fell to the dirty ground next to his shoulder, excited. There was a mixture of dust and something unknown.
"How do I know?! Where is the damn 'Spider'?! Why hasn't he sent someone to back us up yet?! This is his ship, right?! Where's Arrian?! Skallagom What?! Isn’t this his favorite occasion? And where is the Word Bearer Demon Apostle? "For now, this is indeed Fabius’s ship." Si tried his best to hide behind some kind of thick enough cover and commented sharply, "But since you were actually sent by Eidolon to ask him to go back to work for him or kill him, I think Fabius is quite There is reason to hope that something unexpected happens to you at the hands of the Iron Tens who suddenly appear. It’s a perfect way to deal with it.”
"Damn it. Merricks." Arkenix cursed, "Your imagination doesn't have to be so good at times like this!"
As for the two Emperor's Children who seemed to be the command team And in response to the fact that compared to other Chaos Space Marines who survived the previous round of attacks, the Iron Hands' front over there launched a more intense and dense burst of high-energy pulse rays, storm bombs and targeted flamethrowers. Let their cousins from the Third Legion feel the "fire-like passion" of the straight man of steel.
"What a fucking noise! Are these Gorgons crazy?! Aren't their guns afraid of cutting this damn ship in two with the power of their guns?!"
"This can't go on like this." Arkenix said calmly. As one of the members of the Phoenix Conclave who still wanted to make the Third Legion great again, it was obvious that he could still think calmly, and he only drank some brew from a distant planet to refresh himself. Just a product.
"Mericks, we have to find a way to get out of here first..."
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The matriarch of the Gland Hounds, Igri, stands vigilantly guarded by her master, her benefactor, her god.
This muscular and muscular Cyborg woman is comparable to an Astartes and is considered by Fabius Bair to be the most successful early gland hound because she is Fabius's favorite servant One, so the reward she received from her benefactor was to multiply her bloodline for her benefactor.
This means that she is both the mother, grandmother, and aunt, uncle, or other cousin of many of the gland hounds currently on this ship.
She was perfect for the purpose for which she was created. Although she had aged and her hair had turned the color of old frost, her face still had a skeletal and The wide and square shape of the muscles is stretched, just like flesh and blood can be carved like stone, forming a perfect and precise flesh and blood robot.
She swayed slightly uneasily, not because of fear - gland hounds are not afraid, even when facing Space Marines, they can pounce on them like a pack of hounds and hunt with precision and efficiency - but because of worry about what she was doing. Lord, her benefactor.
A large ornate necklace made from the teeth of the Space Marines she had hunted swayed slightly as the angle of her body in the worn uniform and carapace changed.
"Benefactor," she said again, in a soft, yearning voice that was so at odds with her appearance.
Her lovers, children and relatives surrounded her. The other gland hounds all put their hands on their weapons. Farther away, those little monsters, those tank dwellers, chirped. They whimpered, staring longingly and morbidly at Fabius in the center of them, like planets and asteroids surrounding a morbid sun. Fabius knew what she meant, and it was always considered a great honor among his creatures to serve him in arms.
So he reached out and touched the barcode on her face with his fingers, allowing one of his most beloved creatures to equip him with weapons.
Crawling on the ground, a hooded, stunted vat creature with the body of a child or a dwarf hissed and carried a weapon box for him, in which lay a Scepter of Pain. Fabius got it from the disintegrating claws of a certain great demon. Although the main function of this weapon is to bring pain to any being attacked by it, this function is obviously also very practical.
The Chief Pharmacist holstered his syringe gun, and along his spine and shoulders, his surgical backpack hummed with consciousness, long insect-like appendages restlessly Bounce.
Fabius frowned slightly, and while appeasing this strange phenomenon, he looked to his side.
The World Eater Apothecary and the Word Bearer Apostle were both present, and the Apothecary of the Sons of Horus stood on the outermost side, carelessly stroking the diamond teeth of his chain axe, while on the other side was A Death Guard Apothecary wearing a cavalry-style terminator that was as bloated and cracked as a piece of pale flesh.
With the exception of the Word Bearer, they are all now his apprentices, eager for his knowledge and skills, and to serve him.
So he waited patiently.
He is confident, he is also humble, but he knows that all the guests will come for him in the end.
For him, Fabius Bayer, the genetic ancestor, the ancestor of the new gods possessed by the new humanity that rose from the bones of the old empire.
Come.
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The uneasiness in Fulgrim Ishtar’s heart became more and more intense. Although the data sent back by Garuda in front and above showed that the density of nearby biological signals was similar to The intensity has been greatly enhanced, but none of them is strong enough to pose a threat to the two of them together.
They had already inspected two secret laboratories before. The scenes there - Fearless Phoenix didn't want to mention it more, but what was very unusual was that although those laboratories were guarded by guards, the guard strength could still be said to be very strong. It was thin, and there was no one inside (those things could not be counted as people), except for the bodies they found in different states on the operating table (not disemboweled, disemboweled, turned into minced meat in the sink under the operating table), surgical The audience looked like parts of blood-stained power armor that had been stripped off when some kind of crustacean was eaten (many from unfortunate Loyalists, but the symbols and livery of the Emperor's Children and other Chaos factions were not uncommon. ), and there is nothing but several clone culture tanks behind the secret door of the laboratory that are guarded by the most passwords, machines and strange artificial creatures (seriously, using any machine and any password to protect secrets is not a good idea for these two people) It’s like putting an exclamation point that says “there’s something wrong”).
In order not to alert the enemy, he resisted the feeling of extreme nausea and vomiting, looking at those soulless and twisted remains of corpses or newly created bodies - oh, there is a story, the one Fabius prepared for himself The two were quite upright, and they were almost the same as Fulgrim remembered the slightly haggard one he saw when he was just found back on Terra, but he was still one of the only two hundred people left in the Third Legion. The appearance of the young pharmacist Fabius - he left two double-proof bombs in each of these secret rooms where the clone culture chambers were placed, ensuring that these things could be completely destroyed after they found their true owner.
(End of this chapter)