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Fabius Bayer.

The name is familiar both inside and outside the Empire - for he was a member of the Emperor's Children, the Apothecary of the betrayed Legion. And he was more chilling than his comrades. But it's not just what makes him truly famous.

If I were to narrate his history in detail, I would be suspicious of the number of words. But something needs to be said.

This person can be considered a mad scientist, a super hybrid of all mad scientists. His madness was long-standing, beginning even before the Emperor's Children had betrayed him.

And during the Horus Heresy, he did things that even his own legions spurned him. Fabius Bayer changed the chemistry of his brothers' brains, enhancing their senses and multiplying the stimulation they received. How he did this is still unknown.

But, one thing is undeniable - Fabius Bayer's actions accelerated their fall towards Slaanesh, that's for sure. What is even more incomprehensible is that he himself does not really believe in the Four Chaos Gods.

He... felt that the Chaos Gods would bring uncertainty to his scientific research.

This makes even those traitors like him incomprehensible, and his distortion and cruelty are even intolerable to the followers of Chaos. There are many people who want to kill him. But he didn't succeed, his status was really detached - Fabius Bayer has a terrifying cloning technology.

His biotechnology can turn ordinary defensive troops into violent super-soldiers, or use vicious cloning technology to breed thousands of "perfect soldiers" in a matter of months, and his skills are even more affected after entering the Eye of Terror. favored by many Chaos Legions.

For no other reason, he can use the tainted gene-seed to create more Chaos Space Marines. This is extremely important - you know, the traitors don't have much to replenish.

He has many deeds, some of which are forbidden by the Empire, and violators will be executed as heretics. But the emperor himself did not know how to do it, and he knew it very well, so He Shenyan also knew it very well.

There was only one thing Fabius pursued in his life, he wanted to replicate the scientific achievements of the Emperor and create his own Astartes. Although most of his experiments ended in the death or deformity of the subjects, he succeeded a few times.

Before cloning his own Primarch, Fulgrim, he had cloned another Primarch many times at Fulgrim's request.

The Primarch of the Iron Hand, Ferrus Manus.

Manus was brutally killed by Fulgrim in the Horus Heresy, and the funny thing is, despite Fulgrim's own hand,

However, because of the death of Manus, he completely collapsed and became an accomplice of Chaos.

He had always hoped that Manus could be resurrected, and firmly believed that Manus could understand his cause and that they could become brothers again in the realm of Chaos. This completely incomprehensible idea even Fabius thought was too blasphemous.

But he quickly put it out of his mind - just kidding, Primarchs! How could he refuse?

After a long experiment, he succeeded.

According to the grapevine, when Fulgrim first saw the cloned Manus, he was overjoyed. But Manus did not have the slightest joy. Thanks to the memory inheritance of the primarchs, he immediately understood his situation. Then he began to yell at Fulgrim.

He rebuked Fulgrim for his ignominious behavior with utter ferocity, mocking his weakness and ineptitude, and discarding his disgusting new body. And Fulgrim, who was furious, immediately killed Manus, and a dramatic scene came-he regretted it after killing him.

Then asked Fabius, who was on the sidelines, to do it again. He believed that after this failure, his words would be more careful, and his brother would be changed.

According to the grapevine, what Fabius was thinking at the time was: Fuck, the Primarch is a lunatic.

But he still did, and no matter how many times Manus was resurrected, he would scold Fulgrim, always maintaining a firm belief in the Emperor and humanity. No matter how much Fulgrim knew and reasoned, it was useless. He was killed again and again, resurrected again and again, and never gave in.

Things soon came to an end, and the second Primarch that Fabius Bayer chose to clone was Horus himself. Yes, the Chaos Warmaster who started the rebellion.

This move was unacceptable even to Horus' successor, Abaddon, who denounced Fabius' actions as "blasphemous" before destroying all Horus clones.

After that, Fabius, who lost his backer, cloned himself, and many of them were active in the galaxy and continued to study. The third Primarch he cloned was Fulgrim himself.

And it was Fulgrim who never fell.

Like other clones, this Fulgrim matured quickly. With the memory heredity in his genes, he quickly learned what he had done before and the current state of the empire. Deeply remorseful, he hated what he had done before, and vowed to kill Ontology and all other Chaos traitors.

And there was another person present at the time.

The Infinite, Talasin.

This is why he has such a collection - it is worth mentioning that at that time, many betrayed and fallen members of the Emperor's Children almost followed in Fulgrim's footsteps and returned to the Empire. Unfortunately, with Their hopes of redemption are dashed again when Fabius sells him to Tarasin.

Angron's expression was very strange.

He sighed. "Looks like, no matter what the world, Fabius Bayer can't avoid the habit of eating shit. He's always been a scumbag."

"What? Is he like that in your world too?"

Angron's answer was a cold snort.

He rubbed his face, not like a demigod, but more like an ordinary mortal, tired and restless: "So, who can guarantee that this Fulgrim will not fall like his own body?"

He Shenyan's eyes flickered with golden light, and he smiled: "You seem to have no confidence in him."

Angron's voice was extremely cold, and the words he said were almost inhuman: "I didn't have a butcher's nail, I didn't grow up as a slave gladiator, I didn't force him to teleport and witness my brother die. That's why I haven't fallen - if I've suffered that, I can't guarantee that I'll still be faithful."

He smiled calmly: "If I guess correctly, Fulgrim in this world is probably a little different from the one I know."

He Shenyan just listened quietly, if he wanted to, he could be a very good psychotherapist.

"The Fulgrim I knew was caught by a trap, and he was held captive for years by a group of dark Eldar. He was tortured inhumanly, when he was found. His tongue was pulled out and he could barely speak. , his throat was poisoned, and his voice sounded unpleasant and scary."

"His face was scarred, his beauty was gone, he looked scarier than anything. He was almost crippled, completely unable to stand on his own - but he still didn't give in."

Angron's voice was soft: "Even so, he never cried - until he asked the man who rescued him, what happened to his brother, and what happened to the empire and mankind. When he heard the tragic reality, Fulgrim is in tears for the first time since being captured and tortured."

"So, the Fulgrim I know and this Fulgrim are undoubtedly two people who are completely different."

"They have the same name, the same face. But at the end of the day, it can be completely different on the inside. Frankly speaking, Ho, I don't think there is a lesson in depravity. This Fulgrim will stick to his faith and loyalty. He is a clones."

The mage leaned back, sat in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Let's wait and see, Angron...he may have memories of Fulgrim, but he's probably just a baby. We still have time for him to grow into what he should be, don't you think?"

He smiled and said, "We should probably believe the weight of the oath that a Primarch himself uttered, even if he was a clone. After all, he swore to destroy himself and all his traitors."

Angron fell into silence, he stopped talking, just stood up and walked away silently. He Shenyan didn't try to keep him, he knew that what Angron needed most right now was quietness.

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Thalassin had intended to use the invisibility of his black robe to take a stroll on the terribly large ship. But there was a voice above his head: "It's not necessary, Your Excellency Infinity, you have been obscured by illusions. Moreover, there are few people on board, you can walk around, I will remind you."

"Ah... you are, some kind of artificial intelligence?"

"Negative, Your Excellency the Infinity," said the neutral voice. "I am the center of the circle, responsible for controlling all parts of the hull."

"The center of the array?"

"I can't explain this to you in detail, please forgive me."

"Is that Mr. He Shenyan's order?"

"Negative, he said: 'Mr Tarasin will understand'."

Tarasin almost wanted to smile - if he could.

"Ah." He sighed.

The ancient undead stared out the window at the unchanging darkness of the asteroids, planets, and ship hulls. They swiped across his vision-capturing device, then quickly disappeared. Tarasin didn't speak for a long time, he just stood there.

A faint blue light shone on his black robe, and the cold metal body of the Space Necromancer did not shake at all.

I don't know how long it took before he spoke again: "...the center of the circle, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Infinity."

"How long have you... been created?"

"Less than a year, Your Excellency Infinity."

"Have you thought about changing your body?"

"Negative, Your Excellency the Infinity, the purpose of my existence is to make the Vengeance better to kill the enemies of mankind-other than that, I have nothing else to ask for."

Talasin clapped his hands approvingly: "It's good, you still have goals."

He took another step and walked on the long silver bridge that seemed to never end: "Please allow me to stroll around alone, thank you, the center of the circle."

"You're welcome, Mr. Tarasin."

The voice of the magic circle seemed to be milder.