Chapter 432 The most familiar stranger, and

“You must apologize for this!”

The silver palm of the Lord of Medusa "pongs" on the ground There was a slap on his desk and a sharp scolding.

After being broken several times, this new desk, which was made of fine gold and ceramic steel alloy and processed with multiple metallographic enhancement techniques, finally managed to hold up after shaking dangerously for a few times. The tabletop was obviously dented a little, leaving a deep palm print.

"Apologise? Why? I didn't say anything wrong!"

Of course, young Fulgrim heard the sound of ceramite power armor rubbing against weapons outside the gate.

But at this moment, he was looking up at the other party with his head held high, like a high-spirited little rooster.

Although his silver brother, now wearing the Medusa Armor (The Medusan Carapace) transformed from mysterious metal, is a full two heads taller than the cloned phoenix wearing only a pair of work rubber shoes, there is something mysterious between the two. Genetic link - maybe.

This made him far more... relaxed or, in other words, unbridled when facing Ferrus Manus, who was known for his bad temper and difficulty in appeasing, than when he faced Fabius Bayer. Much more.

Of course, none of the three Primarchs present at this time knew that this was not actually a problem with the cloning of Fulgrim, nor was it that Ferrus Manus was really unable to maintain himself in front of someone. As the master of Medusa and the Iron Legion, Ao Ran had a more pure and practical reason.

“You should be glad that now you only have to apologize to you for comparing my loyal sons to their archenemies, instead of being tied up and locked in a cage and kneeling to my heirs—— Apologize to Medusa’s dead Iron Hand for ten thousand years—to the dead souls on Isstvaan 5!”

Gorgon’s roar resonated in his chest. There was a rumbling echo, and the spread of real anger in his powerful soul not only made the Iron Hands wandering outside the door feel trembling electric currents rushing through the furnace chains that replaced their spines, but at the same time, he was in charge of driving Lacuan's Conqueror. The driving team and technical officers of Hall Fortress were also surprised to find that the main meditator of the fortress seemed to be very...cowardly immediately.

The molten silver eyes of the silver-iron giant glared at the newborn brother under his tightened thick eyebrows.

The other party pursed his lips tightly.

Although this is Fulgrim.

Clandestine testing of samples taken from him by the clan apothecary, ancient data pads used for genetic unlocking tests, and of course a sense of mystical connection to the soul all inform the Fearless Phoenix and Garuda , although the strength of the soul has weakened, this is indeed the "Fulgrim" of "this universe" who has not yet fallen into the hands of the Prince of Darkness.

But when your memory and soul are actually rounded to more than 10,000 years old, and the brother in front of you may be only a few weeks old from body to soul... uh... he looks like an adult but in the original body When someone is actually a baby, and his words and actions are slightly different from the one you knew and were familiar with ten thousand years ago...

It will be difficult for you to completely regard him as you. The peer I knew came to treat me. to be honest.

In the next tenth of a second, the exchange of thought pulses flashed back and forth between Metal Ferus and the golden mechanical bird crouching on his shoulder.

Honestly, you look like an incompetent raging father who has nothing to do with his rebellious pre-teen son, Gorgon.

Don’t sound like you’ve actually been the father of a prepubescent son, my friend! And when our brother can start walking, he should immediately start to understand what he sees. Then rely on instinct, fight and learn bit by bit... This is how I grew up. I don't understand why I have to explain to him in detail - then it's up to you to tell him what is right! And why should he apologize to my heirs!

Although I have been married several times, I have no children, and what does it have to do with me? Mr. Jiu Jiu, teach the little cub you left behind a lesson for yourself.

He is you! You shouldn't take responsibility for yourself...wait, are you married?

What's wrong? Political marriage, two bedrooms. Isn't this normal when you haven't put on your power armor and received your legion yet, and there are too many equally matched forces on your home planet?

...When I conquered the entire Medusa, I did not rely on any political marriage, but on my strength and actual hunting and fighting achievements.

With all due respect, Mr. Gorgon of Medusa, that can’t be considered a conquest. At most, it can be regarded as the fact that you used your god-like force to frighten others and made some promises. Survival-related resources and technologies have enveloped them - while you were handling affairs and planning meetings and campaigns, I had already read "The Geology and History of the Steneros System (Internal Reference Edition)" and all the appendices it cited. , and this is my conclusion, I can't believe you just made do and started recruiting troops here...

Maintaining the patience and ferocity of the people here will help our mental fortitude, and the Iron Hands soldiers can always ensure the purity of their hearts and the high quality of their bodies.

Yeah, and then the rare teenagers who survive such a survival challenge and are selected are sent away every year in the Ouranus death match in Broken Moon Nine times out of ten, after enduring the arduous transformation surgery and entering the Dofolk clan to receive recruit training, they will be mercilessly taught by the veterans not to trust the other party and to attack the other party if necessary. To protect themselves...even if they survive and return to their original clan, they will still be like this...

Wait a minute, did they really do this?

Really did it. ——Yes, the veterans at the top have a stable position, fight fiercely, and carefully calculate the investment and casualties in each battle. The death of anyone else, including Astartes friendly troops, is a cold number used to achieve victory. The Rakuan clan is even pretty good, at least they are fearless enough. Did you know? No one has statistics, but when I became interested, I collected information and made a statistics. You know, at a time when the average service life of an Astartes is around two hundred years*, the Hands of Iron exceed How much more fearless is a five-hundred-year-old veteran? And what is the attrition rate of new recruits?

……How much? -

...If you calculate it yourself, it won’t take even a millisecond. That’s all. According to statistics, the training of the Dofok clan even encourages recruits to use their comrades as shields or similar behaviors, because they feel that your failure to realize "don't trust anyone" led to your failure. The oldest officers of the Iron Hands who have not entered the Dreadnoughts have actually served for over eleven hundred years. By the way, all the clans in the remaining Iron Hands Chapter of your Tenth Legion are still full of hostility and competition, some of which are quite fierce.

Recruits are encouraged to murder their comrades. Competition is fierce. You speak tactfully, my friend, and now I am suddenly filled with a rage-fueled drive to return to Medusa.

Without any hesitation, without any kindness, without any restraint of brutality and absolute indifference to death, everything outside of his own clan is considered sacrificial. That's all I can say. The fact that they are still able to operate in the name of the same war group is due to the fact that they have a common relic storehouse and Gorgon Forge. Or maybe they don't have the secret of any clan powerful enough to take all of Mimir's hoard? I have no idea. This is left to your own judgment and decision later.

I had noticed these signs at the time, such as the fanatical worship of my hands, but because everything was so rushed at the time, I felt that these matters could be discussed after the war was over... There was no time to stop and sort out... I wanted to grow up After the expedition is over...

But things are never as they should be. Right? Then you die. Died on Istvan V. Take your elite guard along with most of the First Clans. All things come to an end.

……

"...I choose to apologize to the Iron Hands and everything that happened on Istvan V...I apologize." Another voice that was almost the same as the one in the thinking circuit but clearer sounded. "But on the issue that both you and my descendants are abandoning the human part and pursuing the limit of perfection, I still insist on my opinion. I will not apologize for this matter."

"What?" It was almost Subconsciously, Garuda Ferus took the lead in cutting into the mechanical giant's pronunciation system and asked. "How can you remember everything? You were only born a few weeks ago..."

The familiar person opposite him stopped talking when he heard this, and there was something unfamiliar to the Tenth Primarch on that flawless face. The expression that belonged to the third Primarch now showed a completely mortal expression.

The voice of the Fearless Phoenix cut into Ferus' mind appropriately, slightly dissipating his sudden urge to stretch out his silver hands and pinch the phantom away in front of him.

Oh... Just like in Chemos's factory, this young clone did indeed begin to grow socially in the twisted bottom-level machine shop of the Vesalius.

Of course, the young original body standing in front of him could not hear the exchange of internal thoughts. He just pursed his lips tightly and raised his eyes to look at them, with inquiry, doubt, hesitation, and incomparable youthfulness. look.

A blank sheet of music with some marks but only enough time to write down the first few notes. The first measure has not yet been completed, so it can be easily filled in by later comers to compose a song.

——This made Ferus Manus suddenly realize at this moment again, extremely clearly, bitterly and with a kind of clarity. The Fulgrim he had known as the first and only person to call him "Gorgon" had indeed disappeared and ceased to exist.

All the Fulgrims who now exist in this world are just strangers that he is most familiar with.

“I said, I will sincerely apologize for the tragedy that happened on Istvan 5. In fact, I was...probably catalyzed to the age of eighteen within a few days. "I suddenly remembered."

Clone Phoenix's face wrinkled, and his lavender eyes dodge for a moment, but he quickly forced himself to turn back and stare at "Ferrus Ma." "Nus" with a face like a silver memorial sculpture, continued to state, while carefully observing every subtle change in expression on the other person's face.

“Although my current body and the me who was born have not done all that with my own hands, I still remember everything.”

Ferrus’ thick silver eyebrows frowned, “Yu It's amazing that the coding process engraved in the flesh gene is still working after leaving our father's laboratory."

"There are things I have seen thousands of years ago that I have never seen since I was born. I can name them just by looking at them. No one needs to tell me, but there are no more footnotes, like ... A certain item from the past was labeled and stored in my genetic memory, but there was only a label. Manus, there was only a label, no related emotions, no related details, no updates. I can only tell you simply, "Oh, this skull belongs to the Barghese." As for what kind of alien race the Barghese are, what kind of things they have done, and what kind of civilization they have existed in this galaxy, I don't know at all."

A tangled and painful look appeared on his delicate face, "It's like I have a complete memory of a person but clearly know that he is me, but I'm not him."

"Then why did you say you would apologize for this?"

The young Fulgrim thought and knotted his brows tightly. "Everything he has given me is destined to be me, at least the past me who is standing here at this moment. If I could get rid of all the memories and knowledge I inherited, I would rather get rid of them and start from scratch like a baby again. The mind begins to learn the alphabet and babbling! But I can't. So, Manus, forgetting the past means... betrayal."

The last word passed from the tip of Fulgrim's tongue. S. Manus seemed to have some fatalistic magic when he spit it out.

Whether it was the silver Gorgon in front of him or the Iron Hands waiting outside the door, at this moment they felt a chaotic tumble of feathers, claws, pincers and scales scratching the back of their heads, and finally a light breeze. The hooves made a crisp sound as they stepped on some kind of gauze.

But when you look back and gaze alertly, there is nothing there, only emptiness.

What was that just now? Old friend? Did you monitor it? -

I don’t know, I am monitoring, and the subspace readings increased for a moment in an unstable past. I suspect that the nearby time flow was stopped by the intrusion of subspace energy. There is something abominable. subspace creatures may have arrived.

"Do you think that by now, all the big mistakes have been made, and many things and people are irreparable, is your apology useful? Fulgrim. Tell me."

"I don't I know, but I'm sure this is better than not admitting and not apologizing."

The silver eyes looked down at the lavender eyes for a long time, without giving in.

"Then you will be responsible for what you said." Iron Hand's father warned the other party. "You know what you just said. If you can't even convince Malkan Feros and his companions, then after we reach Medusa and I receive all my sons and convene the Iron Council, I may finally I have to kill you with my own hands.”

Clone Phoenix didn’t ask why, they all knew the answer, he just nodded towards “Ferrus”.

"Then can I go back to my cell first? Manus."

"Go."

Looking at the man who looked a little lonely because he said the words he had been waiting for a long time. The back walked out of the hall, and the fearless Phoenix's voice sounded solemnly in the thought link.

If his memory could even extend to everything on Istvan V...

……

Does that mean the sampling time of cultivating his clone specimens…

I know what you mean.

The possibility of his corruption has increased.

If that happened, I would deal with it immediately—with my own hands.

That’s good.

(End of this chapter)