Chapter 413 Why is it you
The joint infiltration operation of the two original bodies (souls) was not smooth. The remaining four jumpers made the sound and movement very loud and maintained their position tenaciously. Although it is the first time for the members to serve as "Open Blades", they have undoubtedly done a very good job. The Iron Hands have successfully attracted the attention of most of the beings here for the Primarch (soul) of the Emperor's Children who has secretly infiltrated. Strength and firepower.
However, the atmosphere on this ship is still too much like a madhouse run by a lunatic. Any creature with emotions and reason will feel that a certain mixed smell that is instinctively disliked is floating in every room with the smell of chemicals. From a corridor and every pipe, from an indistinguishable distance, there was a constant flow of moans, curses, and screams.
He turned the last corner, and the temperature of the stone slabs under his feet had dropped to three degrees, and the air became even colder.
The last laboratory is almost here.
The Hidden Blade will soon find its long-awaited prey.
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The speakers of these sounds that echo in the material space and non-material space of this ship include but are not limited to humans or anything else that can make sounds.
On their way here, Fulgrim and his friends heard many languages of creatures that they had exterminated or not exterminated, various human accents, dialects, and variant Gothic. , as well as the more eerie sounds of various working sounds of manual or automatic surgical tools, the hissing of pressurization and the operation of pumps injecting medicine into or withdrawing something, the chirping and unintelligible sounds of strange artificial creatures. of whispers.
As they cautiously approached the last target location, the temperature in the cabin became close to zero, and milky white flowing cold mist filled the ankles, slowly sliding away as they advanced.
The cold condensed into thin mist and frost on the surface of the silver metal skin and armor, so that an inexplicable and strange feeling of uneasiness began to emerge in the heart of the fearless Phoenix, which had been polished by pain and perseverance like a perfectly cut sapphire. , as obvious and blurry as the boundary between twilight and morning light in the best lotus sapphire.
So as he moved forward, he had to start to focus more on the details of the environment around him to help distract himself from this haze.
As they began to enter the final and greatest secret apothecary's laboratory, he immediately noticed more things that he would rather he hadn't noticed.
"What is that?...What are those?! They - our -" Fearless Phoenix's lips trembled.
"Gorgon!! And what is that! That traitor! That bastard! What did he do to you!!!!" the soul of the Pure screamed in their shared neural data link , almost shouting the same thing with his beautiful metal lips, but Garuda calmly physically sealed Fulgrim Ishtar's lips - after all, he is now using this living metal body In fact, it is still mainly provided and operated by Garuda.
"-It's okay, that's not me. Fulgrim. That's not me. I'm here." Garuda emphasized a repeated pulse, "'I' am here."
But Fearless Phoenix was still boiling over the horrific sight he had seen. His biochemical data began to show sharp curves, and Garuda had to use some more coercive means to appease him.
"Sorry." Once he calmed down, Fulgrim's recovery speed was only a blink of an eye. After all, he had some experience of being tortured in Comoros, and he was shaken more because of this. The discomfort of encountering "those" things again - mostly more...distorted replicas of one of them. "I didn't expect to see..."
"——It doesn't matter. My friend. The reason why I can remain calm is not because I don't have anger, but because my anger is flowing back into my heart. The burning heart of the furnace will give me greater and stronger power in the next battle to destroy those who ignite anger."
"You are right, my friend, intensely. Emotions should be the driving force of our body’s actions, not the destroyer.”
"——I'm glad we have reached a consensus, my friend." So they looked together again towards the vestibule outside the core of the laboratory under the cover of the pipe above the door.
The clone jars arranged on both sides of this obviously much wider front hall are particularly tall, densely packed and uneven, like shrines on some ancient pilgrim routes, and Like an iconostasis in the remains of an ancient church.
In those translucent, dark nutritional gels, quietly sleeping were sad and poor replicas of the many brothers they knew, many of them with pale skin and uncoordinated shapes. Or even have twisted, overgrown flesh and deformed limbs, but obviously many of them are just corpses or biological specimens. Keeping them fresh is the same as a biologist storing them in many of his freezers. The nature of the biological experiment materials needed one time or the next time is no different.
But this is not beyond Fearless Phoenix's knowledge. After all, it is not that he has never seen those blasphemous works created by Fabius Bayer in his own universe - the cloning of the Horus Army. It was an unprecedented terror that spread and plagued the galaxy for many centuries and many worlds——
The content displayed in the culture tank here made him uncontrollably angry -
There were many embryos, babies, children, teenagers and young people who were about to grow up - —
Almost all the stages of a person's life are presented in successive clone tanks, except that all clones only reach a certain age.
They all have black hair, white skin and other common features.
They are all copies of one man, Ferrus Manus.
"What a madman," he said, gripping his Sabal saber burning with platinum flames and black leaping lightning, stepping on the ground and starting to walk through the antechamber filled with the smell of disinfectant and flesh and blood, pushing aside the cables and cables hanging from the ceiling. Even as the "cocoons" kept in the black carapace were peeled off like fruits one by one, Fulgrim Ishtar couldn't help but mutter to himself. "What kind of goal or interest could drive him to do such a thing? Why would he copy so many copies of you? My friend."
While Garuda was also silent.
Fulgrim Ishtar's feet finally stepped onto the ground of the "reception room" where the Chief Apothecary had been waiting for a long time.
Now both sides see each other clearly.
Then an expression as out of control as if he had seen a ghost appeared on the pale and withered face of Fabius Bayer for the first time in decades.
The pharmacists around him were no better off than their master.
"How is it...?!"
(End of this chapter)