Chapter 417 There is too much to debate everywhere
The matriarch of the gland hounds is old, her frosty hair falling on her worn Astra Militarum uniform and carapace, but She has more hunting experience than anyone else and is more cunning than any hound.
So when Mesha and Mesanna pounced on the silver giant spirit one after another according to the tactics they agreed on with their gestures and throat voices, Igri did not attack as promised.
Those two children are still too young and too easy to be arrogant. They recently got the favor of their benefactor and thought they could replace Igri.
Igri knew from the beginning that her position would one day be challenged and replaced by younger children. The corpse would be decomposed and turned into useful experimental samples and meat for the kennel, and in the end, The remaining destination is the huge "meat tank" at the bottom of the spacecraft.
She actually did not feel fear or fear at this outcome, because Fabius had completely stripped such emotions from his creations, so his creations had no fear of anyone or anything.
But she was not replaced like this. She narrowed her eyes, aimed steadily, and pulled the trigger in one go.
It cannot be replaced because of the transfer of benefactor's favor.
Soul Seeker Crystal Dart Bullets. It looked like a pure and fragile ice crystal or similar crystal. It was a precious trophy for the dogs hunting the Eldar. Even Igri only had one. The physical poison contained in these strange and strange weapons may not harm a metal creature, but it also has a deadly psychic poison that can poison the soul, spirit, or anything similar.
Igri used the blood curtain formed by the internal organs and blood of the two sisters that fell after being split open by the saber to seize the window before the liquid spilled, and shot a fatal spirit towards the heel of the silver giant. The most mysterious and deadly type of clan crystal dart.
Then, before she could relax, her shocked face flew high as angry white-gold lightning flashed.
In the laboratory that became deserted and silent because the silver phoenix and the golden Garuda chased away their prey, and others chased or fled, from Igri's extremely dense Half of the wall was covered with scarlet liquid sprayed at high pressure from the muscles and blood vessel structures. As the viscous liquid slowly flowed downwards, a hidden door was gradually outlined.
There is something lingering and testing behind.
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Fabius Bayer stepped out of the secret passage, held his torture cane, and was walking in a hurry to the hangar. On the road.
It's a pity that he has an entire warehouse of frozen genetic seeds under the apothecary laboratory on the Vesalius. Many of them are remnants of the 12th Company of the Emperor's Children, and some are from small companies. Warbands, decimated warbands or, more often than not, dishonorable sneak attacks from the fringes of the battlefield, the Gland Hounds have become increasingly adept at ambushing and dragging away prey from the shadows of major battles.
These gene seed stocks are what allow him to be hunted all the time but still able to pass through any Chaos Lord's territory unscathed. He is really sad about it. The losses this time may be greater than his last time. The losses were even more severe.
But he still has his base camp world, so things are not at the worst yet - as long as he can escape, there are still many young clones of him stored in Urumu The body is available for him to undergo a brain transplant.
The chief pharmacist turned another corner and went down from a secret door to the next deck. Now he was far away from the "thing" just now - Bayer suddenly realized that he was going through a long period of time in his heart. The first feeling of frustration and fear in time - that "thing"! What the hell is that thing? ! Why did it give him a "Fulgrim" feeling but - no, when he thought of that Ferus's face and that Ferus' body were made entirely of metal, but in front of them they looked like flesh and blood. With the same flexibility and agility as the Phoenix King, Fabius felt that his originally confident logical world was being greatly challenged.
No, no, it must be explainable. There must be something somewhere that can be deconstructed using logic and principles. Although he can't do it yet, it must exist. Just like he started with his comrades from the Third Legion before, and then the samples brought to him by the Alphas, more experiments, yes, yes, he is always flying in the universe hunting, never enough, samples With experimental products, it is never enough. Repeated experiments can obtain more different mutations. Or maybe those group of steel Gorgons just got lucky once.
But that "thing" was not a sophisticated thing of flesh and blood that he could study and understand in depth. He could swear that it must have been made by the descendants of Ferrus just by looking at it - it was all boring. of metal! The boring metal may contain flesh and blood, but Fabius has never seen anything so flexible and lifelike.
It was so vivid that it even made him feel a sense of crisis, as if the serious laggard in the two different tracks of pursuing the ultimate perfection of human beings suddenly started his subspace engine.
No, no, this kind of hand-made and experimental events is a matter of probability and chance. Fabius has not encountered it before, such as the birth of Mesa and Meshana, right?
Exactly, that may be the case.
Bair frowned. The harvest of the gland hounds from the Iron Hands Space Marines was always less than that from other bloodline Astartes, and the rigorous and intensive firepower of the Iron Hands always made the hunting group more vulnerable. The losses became huge, and over time, they inadvertently became less likely to deal with this group of Medusa people if they had a choice.
So much so that during centuries of research, Fabius did not notice any signs that Medusa had any changes related to this research direction.
Then this group of blacksmiths, who he originally thought did not understand the subtleties of flesh and blood techniques and genetic engineering, and only knew how to pursue ridiculous and crude metal replacements and worship corpse false gods, gave him such a big surprise.
But why were they able to find the Vesalius that had just fallen out of the webway so accurately and successfully join the gang?
This incident itself is too coincidental.
Fabius' thoughts started working at high speed again because of this major doubt.
It stands to reason that they used the "key" he kept on this ship to open the abandoned webway door for this subspace voyage. He has done this many times before, traveling among the ruins of the webway. , he has harvested many dead Arkworlds or the ruins of other worlds without ever making a mistake, and this way of traveling also ensures that most people cannot catch him at all...
A mole?
He quickly went through the personnel list. The remnants of the Twelfth Company of the Emperor's Children had just launched a rebellion. Apart from increasing Fabius's reserves of gene seeds and the meat of the hunting group, they did nothing. No waves, then, Arkenix, who was ordered by the chief lord commander to rush into his ship with people rudely and want to tie him back and lock him up to serve their purpose only?
But they have no reason... By the way, since these brainless idiots can find him, maybe others can find him through their tracks. It's really... stupid!
Oh, wait, Arkenix, where is he? It seemed like he hadn't seen the commander of the Phoenix Guards for a long time. Where were the other Emperor's Children warriors? Why didn't they come to protect him? Did the mutiny occur elsewhere on the ship?
(End of this chapter)