Chapter 422 Now return the camera and lights to the doted Fabius Bayer
The actual size and passenger capacity of the Vesalius seriously exceed the standards specified by her model. In fact, it has fallen into many great chaos.
There are currently at least five forces inside this battleship, which is restricted to a certain extent.
Four of them are fighting each other, while another one is lurking in the shadows, and is very likely to hand out their strange swords, olive branches or life-saving straws in fear of chaos.
No one knows who they will belong to, who is the betrayer, and who is loyal to whom.
But one thing is for sure: when fighting and riots break out on a ship, there will never be a shortage of bastards fishing in the troubled waters inside. This is very obvious when you look at the corpses hanging from the ceiling freshly hung by chains or their own intestines. at this point.
Many crew members have locked themselves in their bedrooms or small work rooms, and are waiting coldly for all the turmoil to pass, and the ship has decided on her new owner so that the crew can obey orders and continue. Set sail—or be reduced to a salvageable pile of debris in the universe by an explosion that could come from any direction.
Fabius Bayer held the cane of pain in his hand, walking striding and hurriedly on the Vesalius, which was whining silently.
After successfully escaping from the pharmacy room with great danger, the smile on his face appeared and disappeared almost at the same time as his confidence.
An emotion that he had thought he would never be aware of again during his long life of dying and waking now lingered in his heart like maggots in his tarsal bones:
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It was a very unique experience for an Emperor's Son who was so proud that he had long forgotten that he was the Emperor's Son.
It was as if the attention he received as the genetic ancestor destined to become a proud new human being that would replace humans was suddenly diverted by some other existence that he could not control or know. .
Although this will not affect his past, present, and future undertakings and plans that he has done or not done in the future, it still makes this existence named Fabius Bayer feel a kind of sadness for a long time. .
A sadness of not being able to examine one's own greatness from the perspective of a higher dimension.
A kind of sadness that even if you try hard to become the hand holding the knife, you still feel that you are still the piece of meat on the operating table.
But this feeling did not affect him for long. The "surgeon" behind him - the surgical backpack that had been with him for 10,000 years and was designed to learn independently, neighed softly.
Line after line of readings about his body were sent to him. His surgical backpack was awakening certain specific areas in Bayer's cerebral cortex through several mild electrical stimulations wrapped around his spine. position, now several of his glands have begun to increase the level of the hormones he currently needs in his body by stimulating the corresponding glands and blood vessel injections, causing him to immediately cheer up again:
< br>"Life has its own way. (Life found away.) How ingenious and charming. The path of evolution is invisible and seems to fly from the sky."
Bayer muttered in a low voice, while looking at The loyal, dwarf ape-like tank dwellers gathered around him, thinking about all the creations he had made.
These lowliest small creations have already surpassed the expectations when they were created. Without anyone knowing, they developed a language and social organization structure that no one can understand. As new humans, The rudimentary hounds also spontaneously formed hunting packs, kennels, matriarchs, and other primitive social structures under his nose.
He learned from the lessons of the past, and some of his children who looked the same as the old humans had been carefully dispersed to planets with suitable ecological environments on the borders of the empire.
Even if he were destroyed now, his children, his new race of humans would be able to reproduce, slowly and unobtrusively replacing the original inhabitants of the world, followed by conscripts from the Empire. Stepping into space and entering a higher army——
His creations can no longer be completely destroyed. He does not disdain the title of God, who is just a fearful person to comfort himself, but he will become the new human and Everything about them—their culture, their legends, their gods—is a sure thing.
This thought undoubtedly gave him great strength, and at the same time, it also made him feel more at ease.
His lovely new human children will eventually make the original humans their meat, and the meager reward Fabius himself will receive - the genetic ancestor's gratitude to a humble doctor like him and It is really a good enough reward for researchers.
A series of huge explosions came from a very distant deck or an unknown place, and the ship's hull trembled obviously, like a seriously ill person shaking a few times.
His thoughts immediately jumped to another more realistic direction.
Although the ship was nourished by the waves of the High Sky in the Eye of Terror, gradually becoming larger and more suitable for his needs, and has been used by him as his own ship for many years, but now The Chief Pharmacist was starting to grow a little bored beyond his worries.
"Alas! It's always like this." Bayer intoned like a noble, tortured ascetic. The faces in his human-skin surgical gown wailed and cried silently and miserably in harmony with his chants. "There are always people who don't understand my behavior and use their low-level, primitive, animalistic brains and instinctive interests to understand me. My work is crucial! My work is not done yet!"
"This idiot Eidolon also wants to take me back and lock me in his little cage to make more new warriors and happy drugs for him. It's always like this, there are always some people who don't know the truth and the work I do. There are so many important people in this universe who want me to go back to doing boring and unworthy work.”
There were other things he didn't say: maybe he should take this opportunity to leave the Vesalius, or simply let her overload the reactor after he left, so that Fabius could fake the news of his death and quietly Leave here, return to his base camp to resume his work, and can remain as "dead" for a long time without additional interruptions.
As for the World Eater Apothecary and others who regarded themselves as his attendants, Bayer couldn't help but think of the last glance he cast in the direction of the others before leaving.
They must be in dire straits.
He sighed softly, alas, his poor, faithful old Igri! And her twin granddaughters, who are cunning and agile and have great potential. What a shame. He should have asked her to give him the twins to run away with. Just delaying time would be enough for Igri herself.
As for the other people who learned from him, that's all. But now that his first apprentice Oland has also died, he doesn't know when he will get another one as good as Arrian. He needs someone who can arrange everything for him.
But even after thinking about so many things, Bayer's brain and his surgical backpack tacitly refused to recall too much about the shining silver figure that rushed towards them just now.
There is definitely Fulgrim in that machine.
Whether it is the touch of the soul, the details of wielding a weapon, or the little habits in his movements, Fabius, as the Astartes who has actually known the Phoenix Lord for the longest time and is currently alive, can definitely do it. Sure.
But that face is also extremely familiar to the chief pharmacist. He even has all the records of that face and the owner of the body splitting from one cell to the next. He placed orders for the Phoenix Lord’s urgent and endless needs. That face and his owner have been cloned many, many times.
And the most important thing is.
If the soul of this intruder is actually Fulgrim, then who is the four-armed snake-tailed man who lives in the demon's palace? Not only did he himself confirm it before, but his daughter, the daughter he valued most, Meluxin, also confirmed to him many times later that it belonged to Fulgrim!
Fabius’s mind was spinning.
Could it be that the wayward subspace entity and his crown prince have some new tricks?
If this is the case, his loyal daughter will surely come to inform him soon.
And that...
Fabius frowned when he thought of the secret hidden deep in the secret room. He has too many secrets, and this secret is too difficult in this situation.
So it’s better to leave here quickly from the hangar, take the noise warriors there, and let Vesalius overload the reactor.
He thought and began to contact his loyal pilot servant, Overseer Vol. His brain is now preserved in a transparent glass container, and his face is made of polished brass. , people can see the working status of the brain connected to the visual nerve and life support system through the transparent head. This is one of the few ship officers that Fabius believes is worthy of being enhanced by him.
Soon, Wall responded to his master's order and began to issue orders in an orderly manner to the mutant tribe on the lower deck that worshiped machinery and reactors devoutly.
Wall's service always makes Bayer feel reliable. Then after he leaves this ship, any Iron Hands, Eidolon's envoys, or any Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus will no longer be a problem that troubles Fabius.
Facing the star-level heat of the overloaded battleship reactor and the absolute cold of the void, all life will be equal.
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The side hangar of the Vesalius has become a human machine through centuries of growth catalyzed by different experiments , Eldar spiritual bones and chaotic organizations are mixed together in the "nest".
He discovered very early that compared to the psykers of the Eldar who specialized in guiding the spiritual bones to grow into the structure and size they needed, the chorus and noise of the Noise Warriors had the same effect. Mixed with the influence of subspace energy, it can also accelerate and catalyze the growth of spiritual bones.
Therefore, this place was originally used by Fabius as a gift to his guests, the Bulls of the Eighth Company and his noise warriors, and he was also planning to take them as his new escort to leave the ship in an aircraft and enter self-destruction. Program battleship.
However, it is obvious that there are a little more supreme powers who have the upper hand on the Vesalius today.
Fabius stared dumbly at the... ruins in front of him.
In front of him, the complex and deep forest of corrupted spirit bones that originally housed the Noise Warriors of the 8th Company and their ape slaves had turned into a mess. The wilderness of yellow and white branch fragments is like a group of fragmented tree stumps in a primitive jungle that were cut down ruthlessly and efficiently by excavators, loggers and other heavy machinery.
“What’s going on?!” he shouted, “What’s going on here?! Where are Ramos and his singers?!”
"There are no singers here, traitors. There are only the remains and ashes of miserable broken things."
A few very heavy footsteps came from the depths of the ruins of the Bone Grove, Fabius's eyelids Trembling.
The mainly black figures of the Iron Hand's heirs emerged from the ruins, with some bright red blood and other liquids splashing on their masks and arms, which were still wet.
The leader, Markan Feros, calmly stated with his roaring electronic voice, "Because the traitors here are too noisy, and the forest itself is too loud, so for the sake of convenience and speed, we Turn up the firepower a bit and throw in some radioactive grenades and other gadgets to entertain them. Apparently, their bodies aren't strong enough to handle it."
One of the Iron Father's metal appendages bends. He came over and pointed at a pile of unattractive dark ash on the ground. Under the radiation and high heat, the coating of the Noise Warriors' armor that had faded to pink was almost all scorched black. This was also the reason why Fabi The reason why Us didn't notice the traces of the battle at first.
He searched eagerly among the remaining parts of the Bone Garden, and he saw the central base. The base looked almost intact and showed no signs of being scorched, but the contents of the bone cage at the base were missing. It’s not good to lose “that”.
"That" is the key to Fabius's relatively safe subspace travel without using a navigator, and it is also one of his masterpieces that allows him to quickly leave and arrive at his lair, so he has to do this Ask out loud.
"Wait a minute! Where is my key?! Was my 'key' destroyed too? Oh my gosh, it's a piece of art that's hard to duplicate! A true gem! You guys are the least bit A vulgar man who does not understand the greatness of genetic skills and flesh and blood art!"
"Key?" Malkan Feros repeated thoughtfully, "There is nothing here..."
Then his servo skull calibrator alerted him to the direction Fabius was following.
"You mean the blasphemous creation inside."
The Father of Steel pointed at the almost unrecognizable puddle of yellow-white bone fragments and mucus mixture on the ground next to the base that had been dried. The few remaining relics are like the shell of a broken bird egg spilled all over the floor, and the thin layer of protein scab left after the egg white and yolk have been dried.
“If you are referring to this thing, the holy Ferus had already imposed righteous punishment and purifying fire on this filthy thing when we came.”
“Fei Ruth?!" Fabius Bayer's eyes were filled with stars, and the emotions he had suppressed all along finally began to explode.
The slender spider-like limbs of his surgical backpack were dancing wildly, and the physiological readings suddenly became very high. The chief pharmacist had never shouted so sincerely.
"Ferrus?! That's not him at all!! You stupid irons! That's not Ferus Manus at all! That's Fulgrim! A blind fool!! Your Ferus has long been Dead! Dead for more than nine thousand years! I saw Fulgrim chop off his head with my own eyes!"
(End of this chapter)
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