Chapter 415 The beginning of chaos and misunderstanding, Xin Liezhi’s beloved overture
“What does he and them mean——? Is he finally crazy or has he been crazy for a long time? What does it mean that I can’t let him down again? ? Could it be that Fulgrim in this world has done something that I have not been told? No - is Fulgrim in this world not even the father of the Great Betrayer? When the characteristics of 'my' gene seed appear, there is also this sense of connection with subspace energy. It is very strange, not as good as my loyal descendants, but it does exist."
In Gold and Silver. In the data thought link of one bird and one person, the fearless Phoenix, who was extremely surprised by the accusation just made, quickly asked the Gorgon, the aboriginal people of this world.
Iron Hand, who didn’t know how to answer for a while, once again fell into some kind of hesitation and contradiction.
Obviously Fulgrim Ishtar was indeed informed of enough major events here when he came, but there may be some more detailed and private issues due to the politeness and embarrassment of the informant at the time. Either he forgot, or he thought he might not need to tell him right away and... didn't tell him in detail.
Of course, as soon as I woke up, I tried to crack and privately contact the Ironblood database and deceived the children without any sense of guilt (what a child, Dorne is Dorne, does it count as cheating to ask for data from a brother? This Things between brothers cannot be counted as lies...) Ferrus Manus knew more details and thought it was necessary to keep some of them secret.
But there is no doubt that Garuda is starting to regret it a little now: he wanted to find a more suitable occasion for these things, and use a gentler way to slowly tell this person who looks like a cold moon and is like a fierce heart. Yang's fearless phoenix, so as not to cause further agitation of his emotions and deterioration of his physiological data.
Who knows that the calculation he thought was foolproof is still inferior to the tampering of destiny.
Now might be the worst time to tell him, but it's still slightly better than keeping it secret now.
——I hope so. Garuda sighed silently with his golden beak.
Then in the next light second, more information about the Third Legion and Fulgrim in this world (and what is even more unfortunate is that some of it comes from an ancient Terran librarian telling a child about ancient times. The children carefully classified them into categories and recorded them in the database) flowing into the cerebral cortex where Fulgrim Ishtar lives.
About a twentieth of a blink of an eye, everyone in the pharmacist's laboratory began to have goosebumps on their skin because of tremors and the danger instinct that humans have warned them about since ancient times—— If they still have their hair follicles or are individuals.
Feeling the huge threat, the gland hounds salivated and tightly grasped the weapons in their hands - they would not feel fear, but they could feel the escalation of danger and the coming of huge murderous intent. .
"Fabius Bayer——!"
The white-gold psychic flames on Shabal's saber rose blazingly, and the black lightning bit the air like a flying snake. , the smell of ionized molecules fills everyone's senses.
The saber dance dedicated to the god of death created a tornado of sharp blades in a room filled with the smell of carrion and disinfectant.
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This abominable intelligent humanoid made of metal, which is more like a living creature than flesh and blood, is so fast that the Chief Pharmacist’s movements are in front of the wave of Shabar’s saber. As slow as a dying old man, as stiff as a puppet.
The ancient targeting system on Fabius's power armor could not lock on to the figure who was killing people in the pharmacist's laboratory and rushing towards him. He had to resort to the ones he was originally implanted in. Genetic instinct. Unfortunately, these fighting instincts have been somewhat dulled by centuries of disuse and exercise.
The Chief Apothecary always hides behind the scenes and in every lair he builds, obsessed with his hunting, harvesting, splicing and experimenting, especially after he has the first group of qualified creations, his kennel is now full of With the cries of babies, the vibrant young flesh, the pack of hounds had grown large enough to fight, and his remaining brothers and apprentices had been persuaded by his words or addicted to the drugs he offered, to the point where he had I haven't been to the battlefield in person for a long time. I just held a cane as a spectator and commentator on the battle.
For him, the front line of the battle is already an almost unfamiliar place.
Hell, this strange, blasphemous creation of Ferrus Manus with the throbbing soul of his genetic father was too fast!
This must be the crazy work of those Iron Hands. Fabius made this judgment with little effort based on the limited invasion intelligence he received. These crazy iron hands once tried to use It is not a very secret thing in the Eye of Terror's intelligence network to use the metal debris and the few remaining skeletal remains to resurrect their Primarch...
But why does this hateful intelligence carry inside Fulgrim's soul? Could it be said that this is another new inspiration from the Lord of Joy? Assuming this is Fulgrim, who are the others? What is it again?
As the Chief Pharmacist's changing mind was spinning, he found that he had to leave immediately, otherwise he would very likely have to accept death early.
What the hell! The combat movements of this anthropomorphic machine are so familiar, perfect, precise and fast, it's just like Fulgrim! These Iron Hands must have used some lost technology that was not allowed. But they always hide it very well, Fabius thought to himself. It was a mistake to think that they had no flesh and blood to harvest... This kind of technology... Although his specialized research direction is genes and flesh and blood. , but maybe it’s not impossible to serve as an auxiliary...
At this moment, Arrian, his favorite multi-purpose tool, apprentice and squire, let out a war cry and rushed towards the Shabar saber. The blasphemous machine pulled out from the spine of the Son of Horus, and Fabius's heart trembled as he saw that the saber was not stuck at all by the reinforced bones of the Astartes, so it did not create what Arrian thought There will be a hint of sluggishness.
The Chief Apothecary watched helplessly as it drew an arc in the air that any Emperor's Son would be extremely familiar with, and then "drag" across the blade, easily knocking the World Eater, who was skilled in combat, into the air. Cut in two, and as the yellowed skulls of the eight battle brothers on his belt also turned into two smoothly cut halves, Arrian's body fell to the ground.
Now the only thing between Fabius and this uninvited guest is the former gravekeeper wearing a pale, bulging and smelly cavalry Terminator and his demon pet. There were only a few gland hounds and the Word Bearers apostles lying on the ground unable to get up. Although other apothecary apprentices or hounds even had the intention to block or fight, the supernaturally sharp ones The perfect fighting skills of the saber and the man holding the saber left no room or time for any chance to try to stop this "Fulgrim" with the appearance of Ferrus Manus.
But Fabius knew that he still had a chance. But he needs to distract his attacker so he can find a way out for himself, and as has always been the case for centuries, he always finds a way out and rises again.
Igri, his loyal Igri, Fabius saw her through the chaos. The matriarch was bringing the two twin hounds he was most optimistic about recently, Mesha and Mesanna. , climb higher.
Her eyes met the chief pharmacist's in the air. Very good, they will deliver a fatal blow. Although it will not succeed, it can buy him enough time, and that is enough.
Fabius nodded approvingly at her to reward their bravery, and then turned away, ignoring the sad expression on Igri's face as she was about to say something.
The oracle on his armor scanned the barcodes on the faces of the hounds, calling out names and losses, then he pushed aside the rudimentary poems chanting his name and praising his benefactors. The hounds and mutants who rushed forward to pounce on the blasphemous intelligent robots that rushed towards him with hatred began to run retrograde towards the back of the secret room and began his strategic retreat.
(End of this chapter)