Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The Lion's words are not groundless speculation. The Alpha Legion has always been shrouded in mystery. To this day, no one knows whether they are still loyal.

They are still active in the galaxy. After Horus's betrayal failed thousands of years ago, the Alpha Legion did not enter the Eye of Terror, but chose to continue wandering in the galaxy.

The Imperial Inquisition once made their extermination a priority.

But every time the Tribunal announces that this traitorous legion has been completely eliminated, it won't take long for their whereabouts to reappear in a certain world in the galaxy.

As a Primarch, Alpharius's appearance was too ordinary, and even his figure seemed out of place. Not only was he shorter than strong Primarchs such as Vulkan and Dulquer, he was even slightly thinner compared to Guilliman.

But Alpharius's wisdom is no less than that of his brothers, and even more elusive.

The lion looked at the other person with cold eyes, trying to guess the other person's inner world from the other person's micro-expressions or body language, but the result was doomed to be in vain.

No one can decipher Alpha's true purpose. They themselves are spies who are best at lurking and disguising.

Leon waited a little impatiently for the other party's answer. During this period of silence, the eyes of this lion of Caliban gradually showed a dangerous look like a wild beast that chooses people to eat.

Even though he was seriously injured now, the proud lion still had enough confidence to kill this deceitful brother in an instant.

Just when the lion became more and more impatient.

Finally, Alpharius spoke,

"Leon, I would like to invite you to work with me. We must keep a close eye on Dukel and be alert to whether his crazy behavior will really bring final destruction to the galaxy."

"I only trust your Majesty, and your Majesty trusts him." Leon gave his answer without hesitation.

"The Emperor also trusted Horus, but Horus failed him. In fact, you and I both know how feeble the so-called trust is. His Majesty will trust a Warmaster in every important period of change. , but every warmaster will make the same choice.”

"Shut up!" Before Alpharius could finish his words, he was interrupted by the angry roar of the lion.

"This is not something you can argue with!" the lion warned him.

"It's a pity that the passage of thousands of years still hasn't taught you what it means to be flexible." Alpharius showed a helpless expression. He spread his hands and continued,

"Forget it, since your injury is not fatal, it's time for me to leave. I still have my own things to do. Meeting you is just a drop-in."

Alpharius turned around and prepared to leave.

"Brother, have you forgotten?" But at this moment, the lion's suppressed angry voice sounded behind him,

"I haven't given you permission to leave yet!"

In this giant steel ship, a few green leaves fell for no reason, the illusory forest of Caliban appeared in everyone's eyes, and Alpharius' path forward was obscured by dense fog.

Alpharius's way forward is cut off. If he insists on moving forward, not only will he not be able to leave, but he will be trapped in the mist of this vast forest.

"Alfaris, what are you going to do? To find Horus?" The lion's voice echoed in the mist.

"Are you going to join the Son of Betrayal? Or are you going to clean up this scourge for the empire to prove your loyalty?"

Trapped in the fog, the primarch looked around. He could sense that a powerful hunter was hiding in the forest, waiting for an opportunity.

If his answer is not satisfactory, the hunter will leap out and bite his throat.

But in such an extremely dangerous situation, a smile that no one could understand appeared on Alpharius's face.

The Lion King's excessive reaction just revealed the uneasiness and fear in his heart.

With the cloned original body he cultivated, Horus may one day really rebuild a huge army. This is what the Lion King is worried about.

So the other party is forcing him to make a choice, hoping to use Alpha's power to eliminate rebellion from the empire.

It only took Alpharius a moment to see through the lion's heart. He didn't care about the lion's persecution and slowly shook his head under the dangerous gaze of the other party.

"No, Leon, I won't choose either." He said frankly, "I will neither surrender nor take action. I will be equally wary of him. Before Duker makes his intention of destruction clear, I can’t help each other.”

"But if one day, Dukel's destructive intention is exposed, Horus may really become the trump card to save this universe."

Alpharius' tone was calm. He spoke his truest thoughts frankly. As for whether the Lion believed it or not, that was the other party's problem.

Alphas only act to serve their own purposes.

If Duker really wanted to destroy everything, Horus might be a force he could use.

The lion fell silent, and the mist of Caliban Forest rolled into complex and weird shapes, expressing the complex heart of the lion.

Alpharius waited patiently.

"He is not Horus." Finally, the lion's voice came again, "I don't even think that the man who betrayed the empire thousands of years ago was Horus. He was just a puppet of the evil god, a cursed body. Alpharius - that man is destined to bring disaster, and the stars will be ignited again, there is no doubt about it."

The lion was no longer angry, but showed sincerity equal to him.

This was beyond Alpharius' expectations - it seems that the lion has learned a lot in these ten thousand years.

But Alpharius was not moved by him. He slowly shook his head again,

"Right and wrong are just different perspectives, brother."

"If Horus can achieve my purpose, then he can be anyone, and all sacrifices are allowed, as long as greater value can be obtained."

"You will not end well if you stay with chaos, Alpharius!" The lion's roar came from the mist.

"But I was born with chaos." After Alpharius finished these words, he stepped firmly into the fog in front of him.

The lion did not notice any abnormal energy reaction in Caliban Forest, and the other party disappeared.

It was as if the other person suddenly became one with the entire forest.

The lion was not even sure if Alpharius had really left the forest.

Watching the other person disappear.

If it was ten thousand years ago, he might have taken action without any reason, but now, he just wants to persuade his brother to return to the right path.

Maybe he is really old.

"Why are you always so stubborn?" The lion smiled helplessly.

"Because they are the original body, sir." A pardoning angel stood beside him and replied seriously.

Lion King: "."

After hearing these words, the lion immediately pulled away from the complicated emotions before. He looked at the old-fashioned heir beside him,

"You mean, I will be as stubborn as those bastards?" he asked in a bad tone.

"You are always wise." Angel Pardon replied with evasive eyes.

"Stop farting." Leon snorted coldly.

In subspace, in the laboratory of the hidden dark world.

Horus reunited with his ally Fabius here again. At this time, all the failed products that had malformed mutations in the laboratory had been cleared away.

Only those works that are flawless remain.

Although Horus's wounds had not yet healed, he still devoted all his attention to the biological cultivation equipment.

Seventeen biological tanks are placed in the middle of the room.

Seventeen pairs of different eyes were curiously looking at everything inside the laboratory.

"The bodies have been cultivated. Next we need to inject memories into them to accelerate their growth."

They are not truly finished until they are infused with memories.

These children are ignorant and full of curiosity about the world.

But they are also wise, and their memories will be input using later equipment. With only a slight change in the details in their memory, they will follow Horus and unconditionally agree with his ideas.

Seeing this scene, Horus fell into deep thought.

He wondered whether the Emperor had instilled a similar will when these Primarchs were created.

But overall, it's a good thing that the Primarchs have different personalities, which only allows them to stay true to themselves.

Horus was grateful that Fabius had such technology.

Just slight changes to the details in the memory are enough to determine a lot, while still retaining the intelligence and character of the Primarch.

"I hope this time, we can truly unite." Horus stroked the biological tank in front of him, his feelings were sincere,

"We have created too many regrets in the past. This time, I will work closely with you to create great achievements together and never make the same mistakes again."

Horus looked at the seventeen buzzing biological tank bases with obvious anticipation in his eyes.

He had seen machinery like this before.

In Erebus's vision.

The Emperor stood before similar machines, deep in the Himalayas, in his sterile laboratories, where he and his brothers were created.

But at the moment of birth, the dark power separated them from each other and missed the best opportunity to unite. They did not reunite until the beginning of the Great Crusade.

They missed each other's childhood and had different living environments and experiences. It was these experiences that created their very different personalities, resulting in various conflicts.

Twenty brothers cannot be twisted together like a hemp rope, and they are full of jealousy and competition among each other.

The purpose of doing all this is just to prove that he is better and get the approval of the eternal emperor.

Horus didn't know whether their growth trajectory and the formation of mutual estrangement were the conspiracy of the dark existence or the Emperor's deliberate intention.

But this time, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Their eighteen brothers will be united and will be close to each other. They will work together to save the universe and create a supremely great country out of the ruins.

A kingdom ruled and managed by him and his brothers.

Not even the powers of darkness can break them apart.

Suddenly, Horus seemed to have discovered something.

"Can we clone Two and Eleven and why does Omega look weird?"

He asked Fabius his doubts.

In front of him, the jars marked No. 2 and No. 11 were empty.

Hearing this question, Fabius was silent for a moment, "I don't know how to face No. 11. That is a dream that is out of reach for all humans."

No. 11's special abilities make Fabius afraid.

He was afraid that he would completely fall into the charm of the other party.

Horus recalled No. 11's past, and then nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"What about No. 2?" Horus asked with a frown, "I deny Dukur's will, but I cannot deny his talent. The lack of No. 2 Primarch will be our biggest loss."

He stared at Fabius closely, his eyes revealing wisdom.

As the original body, Horus also had extraordinary charm. Under such gaze, no one had ever told a lie to him.

"No. 2 is extremely uncontrollable. His birth will only ruin everything."

After Fabius was silent for a moment, he slowly spoke.

He didn't notice Horus's eyes at all at this time, because his body and mind were completely immersed in the 'terrible' memories of the experiment on Primarch No. 2.

As an extreme bioengineer, he rarely uses the word "terrible" to describe a thing.

But Primarch No. 2 was just too extreme.

And the No. 2 prototype he cloned still had some kind of genetic defect that he couldn't understand. The moment No. 2's body was cloned, it was gradually heading towards destruction and madness.

No matter how much knowledge he uses, he can't stop the opponent. The clone of No. 2 will destroy everything around him until he completely destroys himself.

Fabius exhaled slowly, and when he got rid of those terrible memories, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Anyone who has not experienced it personally will never be able to understand the horrific events he encountered.

"Let's begin and import the memories belonging to my brothers into their consciousness." Horus opened his arms. At this moment, he seemed to be embracing the entire galaxy.

"After that, I will open that door again, that door that only the Emperor and I have opened since ancient times."

"I will take the wealth from there and make my brothers proud again."

"Everything will be as you wish." Fabius's voice echoed in the empty laboratory.

"We will start over, we will be close, we will save everyone, avoid the abyss of eternal destruction, and break free of the shackles that bind us."

Horus was very excited at this moment. His large movements involved the sword wound on his chest, causing him to feel severe pain, but he didn't care and continued to shout excitedly.

Under Fabius's fiddling, the thick steel pipes began to buzz, and the seventeen children in the biological tanks were linked to memory devices.

These memories were written entirely by Horus.

These memories will ensure the unity of these clones and never repeat the tragedy of the past.

As the memory device receives energy, a dim light begins to light up.

The indicator lights turned on one after another, and Horus watched this scene happen with a smile, waiting patiently.

He strictly controlled his expression and made sure to leave the best first impression on these little guys.