Chapter 430 Old Friend Gone-
The silver-haired young man kicked the steel wall next to the shaft with a perfectly controlled force - the maintenance slide embedded in the track was stuck for some reason. Hanging in the air.
This kick may seem simple but very useful. With a loud bang and the sound of friction on the metal track, the maintenance ladder slid down from where it was stuck and unfolded in front of the young man. .
The young man reached out and grabbed the ladder and tried it, but he did not climb up it immediately - there was still about 400 meters to go, and he still needed to climb two curved ventilation ducts.
He looked around, stuffed the dark red robe, metal mask, breathing hose and other things into an old tool box, and then skillfully hid it deep in the maintenance tool compartment under the ladder. .
Then, Fulgrim rolled up the sleeves of his dusty overalls slightly to both sides, revealing his strong but smooth forearms, and began to climb the extra-long maintenance ladder with a vertical angle of 90 degrees.
Obviously, you will not encounter other living people walking this route because the climbing length and difficulty of this thing are not designed for ordinary humans. Usually only maintenance servitors will walk along its sides. Orbital takeoff and landing.
Since it was stuck, this fast lane has been marked as impassable. Even the maintenance team usually bypasses here. There are other ways to reach it anyway. Using this slide is only slightly faster. .
But it is enough for young Fulgrim to use.
He climbed a few steps and then stopped, placing himself in the air. Before his head penetrated into the metal channel, he used a hand-woven metal wire ribbon to barely keep the silver hair scattered on his shoulders on the back of his perfectly shaped skull. Tied up, the strands of hair are held low and rolled into a full bun to prevent them from getting caught on protrusions or nails in the tunnel during the climb.
The last time his hair got caught in the spiral groove of a screw wasn't very nice, and he had to go back and untie his hair from it, only to have a strand of hair ripped out, and now it was in the right place. Lying in the pouch of his overalls pocket.
If we say that in just a few weeks on the Vesalius, we were accelerated from a baby to a young man worthy of adulthood, and then still able to crack the door lock and sneak out quietly, in a world full of mutants The life of wandering among the tribes and mechanical equipment, and then sneaking back and closing the door behind him, had taught Fulgrim something.
One of the things must be: don't leave your intact hair or blood-stained clothes lying around, because you never know who will try to get them under the guise of attacking the entire planet or, Whoever gets them will use them as samples of what to do.
A few weeks have passed since he became a prisoner of the soul descending saint of "Ferrus Manus", and his growth rate may have slowed down because he was separated from the catalyst. Now He has the "normal" aging rate of a Primarch - in other words, his aging has almost completely stopped. He has the memories of his past, but his body and mind are still absorbing more every moment. new insights and knowledge.
And Ferus still does not allow him to call himself brother.
Ferrus, the brother he murdered with his own hands, but amazingly, he even instinctively remembered that he had murdered him.
But everyone knows that the main body has become a non-human existence after a certain point...
So when did Fabius Bayer obtain the biological sample of the main body? How about making your own?
He climbed upwards with ease, crawling through the tunnel for maintenance slides like a flexible snake, and then emerged from the floor of the maintenance room outside his room, where the cleaning machine was connected, and finally stood in the room , and sighed thinking about the whole thing.
On time, he heard the slight movement outside the room, and Ferus summoned him again.
If it were his true form, no matter how good the relationship was, he probably wouldn't be able to accept such treatment.
But that didn't matter to him. Anyway, Fabius Bayer had the arrogance to ask him to call him teacher even though he was clearly his heir, so he didn't feel anything was wrong.
Until the young Phoenix inadvertently mentioned this matter to the other party in the subsequent conversation, he was a little surprised to see this fact, which caused a burst of steel fury, and Ferus immediately chased the law. Any remaining Fragmented Soul quests by Bius Bair have the Iron Hands priority marked on them.
He was then allowed to call him "Manus".
After that, he was caught and educated by the other party for about an entire hour, which was very rare for Gorgon (although he always felt that Ferrus Manus at this moment did not look like Bromance, But they seem...inexplicably closer, more like brothers).
The main idea of the conversation was that he, Fulgrim, was a Primarch. Although he was not only a betrayer but also a criminal who murdered his own brothers, a happy criminal and a demon king of the Prince of Darkness. However, as a clone of the Phoenix, he , it is not someone like Fabius who can claim to be his teacher. After all, there should be at least one Primarch who is very laid-back, has a good personality and has a wide range of knowledge to lead the way... "In this galaxy, it is really true now. Is there a brother who has a good temper, can tolerate my presence, and is as free as you are? "
"You don't have to think about it... ...We...I will find a guide for you who is absolutely suitable for your identity," the other party replied coldly, the silver eyes on his shiny metallic face looking into the distance. "But before that, you must be under my surveillance at all times."
"Of course." Young Fulgrim nodded, "About everything that happened on Istvaan 5 ...I have been very, very sorry for this since I was conscious... Manus, the dead cannot rise... If your behavior at this moment can be seen as a precursor to our repairing our relationship, then I will tolerate it."
"Endure? Endure what? Although you are my prisoner, do the servants here dare to treat you harshly under my strict orders?"
"No, but the treatment of the descendants and cousins who came with me..."
"Ferrus Manus" interrupted the cloned Phoenix unceremoniously.
“First of all, the single-person closed cell is very suitable for this group of addicts to sober up. I don’t like to see my and my children’s residence become a mess. Secondly, those made by Fabius The flesh and blood monster has no right to be called your cousin. He has lowered you too low into the dust so that you can listen to him."
The other party shrugged, the fabric of the overalls. As he moved, his expression seemed a little unconcerned, "Really? I agree, he probably educated me like this in order to control me, but I don't think everything is a bad thing, Manus, For example, it was him who brought me back to the Vesalius from the lost cultivation tank and made me grow up quickly. Isn't this a good thing at least for me to meet you again here? For me absolutely, it was like a miracle to me, Manus, a salvation, a miracle."
"..."
"Or maybe it's right for people like me to learn to be humble before learning to be proud."
"..."
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I think he The last sentence is true. The sooner you learn from losses and belittles, the better.
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But doesn’t belittling his existence belittle the existence of you, me and the rest of our brothers? ! Damn Fabius! -
You may not be used to seeing him this way. But isn't this extreme self-confidence, pride, obsession and arrogance one of the reasons why the betrayer Bayer was favored by the Gods of Chaos? You would be hard-pressed to find another guy in the entire galaxy who was so confident that he could even disregard what was written in the gene seed from the very beginning.
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Of course, of course, you should be more familiar with the character of this traitor. Old friend.
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I hope so. I don't think I ever really recognized his true nature when he was my apothecary's son. Because if that's the case, I will definitely eliminate him from my legion as soon as possible, before he becomes as unkillable as a space cockroach and spreads all over the world.
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What a metaphor, my friend. I have never thought that I could hear such... direct words and metaphors from your mouth before.
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Oh, you want to say "somewhat vulgar", don't you? Maybe this is the real part of me. Gorgon, we are mirrors to each other, and people themselves are also mirrors to themselves. Reflecting yourself in yourself and learning more, perfecting yourself is a good way to polish yourself.
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I just...
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Not used to him being another brand new Fulgrim? It is but not the one you know?
A pulse of emotion similar to a sigh was passed over.
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There is an access request. Your heirs gather outside the door to request an audience with you.
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Perhaps they have something to report. Let Fulgrim go to the nearby ear room to avoid it for the time being.
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+meeting. Advice. The father of genes. +
+I listen, Alvin of Lacuan. What do you want to tell me about this impromptu meeting? +
The spark that marks the spiritual thinking of the Primarch is so bright and existential in the thoughts of the Iron Conference. To be honest, if you don’t know that this is the arrival of Ferrus Manus, that kind of oppression , perhaps many people will choose to believe that this is a form of advent of the God of All Machines.
Large, deep, infinitely complex yet rigorously rational, all the events that have happened in the past and present are visibly being devoured by the minds of the Primarchs efficiently and coldly - ever since they reported their genes. In the past ten thousand years, after their invention and application of the Logical Calculus Magi Group, they have rarely received a "good" evaluation.
Then they saw that it took about 0.5 seconds for the Primarch of the Iron Hands to master this method, and another 0.5 seconds. A new and huge set of thoughts was inside their link. It has been formed, and it has a semi-automatic evolution function. Any Iron Hand with enough level and computing power to link to this thinking set can now easily retrieve all the information allowed by the authority.
Many of the materials were original precious ancient documents and technologies. Even the Iron Hands who had modified their own digestive organs felt hungry and thirsty after a long absence.
That's fine, but if the price is.
The price was that they had to begin to live with themselves and a man who looked in every way like one of the leaders of the Traitors, the Primarch of the corrupted Third Legion, the favorite of Slaanesh and the human form of the Dark Prince. The captives stay in the same mobile fortress. Not only do they have to endure the test of not being able to kill him every moment, but they also have to endure the fact that their father is obviously starting to be soft-hearted again. If he really starts trying to teach people to be good, it will make people I feel very uncomfortable.
So before this remonstrance, all the senior officers on the ship held another high-speed thinking meeting that lasted about 10 seconds.
You see, this is how convenient it is for Iron Hands officers to hold meetings: all they need is a Master Cogitator, some strong enough data cables, and some suitable interfaces, and they can plug the cables in. Through the interface between your skull or the back of your neck and spine, you can then hold a closed-mouthed meeting that can last from a few seconds to dozens of minutes. This closed-mouthed means that if necessary, you can complete the communication without saying a word.
Speaking in one's own synthesized voice or voice grille is a more discreet, traditional and ceremonial practice, usually reserved for the largest steel conferences.
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This can’t go on like this! Gentlemen! -
We must speak to the Primarch. outrageous.
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You're a little impatient, but I understand.
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Perhaps we should keep watching. So far, apart from always trying to fix every machine in sight, loudly arguing with the Gene Father, talking back and throwing data pads, There has been no further aggressive behavior from the clone captives, and my calculus' risk assessment remains low.
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You also said "clone". Considering the greatness and specialness of the Primarch, the culmination of a great work sculpted by the Om Messiah himself, a god made of the work of a god, how do you know he would be okay after being so parodied by the Chaos Traitors? ? -
Ravus's doubts are almost 100% understandable, considering his prototype's actions on Isstvaan V and those who deserved to be killed ten thousand times thereafter.
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I have to say that the last time I was on duty at the door of his cell, he was taken out of it by the order of the Father of Genes. The result was because there was a spot on my power armor. When a small hose leaked, he asked to stop and let him fix it, which was unreasonable.
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An incident you have never shared with us, brother. I think you need to prioritize things like this a little bit earlier again.
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So you asked him to repair it for you? brother. I mean, it was a clone of Fulgrim, a traitor enemy, but also a Primarch.
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Why not? I don't think a being like him would command any respect within our Iron Fortress.
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Well said, brother. Our beloved genetic father has begun to show the same weakness that caused him to fail ten thousand years ago! He used his death to prove the shortcomings of human emotions, flesh and blood are painful and weak! Great steel!
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So back to the beginning, we have to advise on this. The Gene Father has summoned the prisoner more and more often and for longer periods of time recently.
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I would like to be the first to mention this to Ferus.
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Alvin.
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Trazzi. As the only Librarian and Librarian currently within the fortress, you should warn the Primarch more of the danger of this prisoner.
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I still have an important mission to do from my genetic father, Alvin.
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Spy on other prisoners?
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Surveillance on other prisoners. The corrupted energy of the subspace within them is an extremely unstable and dangerous factor. You also mentioned the unfortunate fact just now. The think tank brothers of Lacuan's expedition all sacrificed their lives for the battle group and died on the top of the tower of Sardinus. This is the moment when we face the Demon Prince. The only high-level psychic being trained here is me, if you don't count the Gene Father. Shouldn't I be keeping an eye on those cells that always make strange noises day and night?
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Agree. No living person should or deserves to set foot here, and must take strict precautions.
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Passed. Is the Gene Father summoning the cloned Fulgrim again?
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Yes. According to the log, one hour and five minutes had passed since the summons.
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Can't wait any longer. I'll go now.
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Agree. We will be with you.
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Then I will continue my mission.
Alvin Raus cleared his loudspeaker grid.
(End of this chapter)