Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"It's been a long time since I summoned you, Shanador," said Konrad Curze, breaking the silence after the Worldsinger had bowed deeply to him for a long time.

"Yes, Blood Marquis." The World Singer from the Wild Spirit Tribe answered with her delicate and soft voice, which was full of respect and expectation. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

After getting rid of the chaos of the battle on Planet 154-4, the relaxed singer spent the first frightening time on Konrad Curze's battle barge, and quickly adapted to leaving the primitive planet and enjoying another life. A day of new life.

Recently, she began to work with her dark cousins ​​to use the technology she brought to this "little ark" as she calls it, to improve the production of the fully automated small agricultural base attached to the "King of Night Ghosts". Outcome efficiency.

Although this strange, wandering land in space is no longer the warm homeland she is familiar with, home to the soul of the world, the world singer who is accustomed to farming and weaving has not lost half her vitality in communicating with nature.

"Sing a song for me, worldsinger. Now." said Conrad Coates.

"What song do you want to listen to?" Shanadore asked.

"Any one. When new life comes in spring, when crops sprout in the fields, when new fish wag their tails in the pool, what kind of songs do you celebrate these moments?"

"I understand, sir." The singer smiled and coughed twice to adjust her voice. "What you need is an ode to new life."

She opened her mouth to sing, and her voice was like a spring breeze blowing on her face. Conrad Coates closed his eyes and listened. When this short and lively song, guided by spiritual energy, echoes in the dark ship hall, everything shines with it.

As the melody ended, Shanadore was still immersed in the happiness she created. She smiled sweetly: "Does this satisfy you, noble Blood Marquis?"

Conrad Curze opened his eyes.

"It's amazing, Isa's smile is reborn in your singing." He praised generously, "Later, my Haemonculus will discuss more with you. You have to make up the best thing that makes your heart feel. A pleasant tune. At the closing ceremony of the Games, I wish you to sing for Queen Califon, as compensation for my interference with Perturabo's grand ceremony."

He had disturbed the good mood that Perturabo had carefully brought to everyone because of Fabius Bayer's affairs. He couldn't dishonor his kindness to the Lord of Iron, it wasn't fair.

——

These nominally mortal auxiliaries could not possibly be human.

After verifying the composition of the trial sample of the alchemical potion given to him by Hexakeris, Fabius finally made this clear. This astonishing fact left the pharmacist almost in disbelief.

Konrad Curze, the latest returning Primarch and one of the most respected men in the Imperium, dares to hide xenos within his own army? Could it be that he had violated the Emperor's prohibition in such a grand manner and used the blood of another creature to taint the truth of the Empire that he should be in awe and respect?

Fabius absentmindedly poured more compounds of the Heartbreaking Potion into the artificial skin culture tank under his hands, adjusted the light and radiation concentration, and waited for the unknown changes that the mystery of biology would bring to it.

This potion was definitely not intended for humans. When he fed it to Lycaon in small amounts, the feedback given by his attendants was obviously not good - a semi-mechanical Astartes actually vomited his internal organs. Fragments, this is no small matter.

He wasn't sure he was the first person to know this secret, and he didn't understand why the night ghost pharmacist with a heavily modified body would respect Konrad Coze's instructions and reveal the deep secret information of the Eighth Legion, and personally Put it into his hands.

The thought of using the secrets about the aliens to threaten Hexacheris only flashed across his mind, and was completely buried in the unexplorable depths of his mind by Fabius.

He was not foolish enough to think that he was qualified to reveal the faults of a Primarch before the Emperor.

In fact, given the bad impression the Eighth Legion gave him, he might die on a rainy midnight before he revealed this secret.

Regardless, Fabius cheered up. He also had another real suspicion, which was why the aliens were able to accept the genetic modification of Konrad Curze, a genetic primarch who undoubtedly belonged to the human camp; and natural people want to use the primarch's gene seeds, it seems But it seems to have encountered many obstacles.

He has sent his attendant, this time not Lycaon, but another more inconspicuous ordinary servitor, to find a way to get some genetic samples of the son of the Muses of the Night Ghost King.

Blood, hair, skin debris, these are all practical alternatives. Any small conflict or harmless accident, or even just those ingredients that naturally fall off in daily actions, are enough to support a secret experiment.

He does not need and cannot rob a complete individual, which will only cost his own life.

Presumably, the servitor will return soon.

if possible……

Fabius' eyes moved to Lycaon, who was serving faithfully beside his operating table, and he felt that in his chest, which had been cut open and then sutured by himself, under his black carapace, between the chest bone plates Inside, what flows out from the two hearts and surges in the blood vessels is an extract made from the bones and blood of his genetic brothers.

These medicines helped him survive the years when he was threatened by the blight, and helped him continue on the path to further research.

He left one of them behind, perhaps as a souvenir, perhaps for more reasons.

The cycle of life, the iteration of life and death, one desperate life after another passed away under his knife. In this silent environment where even the germs were removed, he had too much time to reflect on what was truly worth it. The technology of attention, in this endless coming and going, how the true meaning of life knocks on the door of eternity.

If possible, he hoped that the sleeping soul would truly resurrect in this preserved half-dead body. All this time, Fabius felt that Lycaon was not really dead.

In addition to completely curing his genetic hazards, this was another restricted area in life that he wanted to enter, definitely not just for research value. He said to himself——

The meditator assisting the calculation suddenly made a beeping sound, calling Fabius Bayer back to consciousness from his self-persuasion process. He moved in front of the array of meditators, and the meaning behind the flashing icons made him feel confused.

"Lord Fulgrim," he answered the transmission, letting the Primarch's cold but still beautiful voice swirl in his cochlea.

"Where are you?" Fulgrim asked directly.

The purple-robed phoenix was not a man of steel like Ferrus Manus, and the tone of his words at this moment sent chills down Fabius's spine, as if he was lying face down on the operating table, trying to save himself. When the servo robotic arm was implanted, there was an amazing chill that penetrated the nerves and bones.

"In my laboratory, my lord," Fabius said matter-of-factly, knowing full well that he could not deceive the Primarch. "Do you need me to come to see you?"

While speaking, he was ready to put away his experimental equipment and put the suspicious items that were testing the boundaries of the Astartes' reasonable scientific exploration boundaries into storage cabinets covered with a black film that made the interior invisible. Inside.

There is also Lycaon. Lycaon also needs to be stored. There was no guarantee that the Primarch would not see the identity of this servant as a former warrior. When Fulgrim arrived in anger, Fabius could not convince the Primarch to accept its existence.

The pharmacist calmly made arrangements for the next series of events in his mind. It was like preparation before an operation. Each knife was placed in the right place, and the sharp edge of the hand saw was Good inspection, the vials are arranged on the tray in order of use.

The principles of all things in the world are common to each other, and they are all related to the essence of life.

"Stay where you are," Fulgrim said. At this time, his voice not only came from the communication array, but the clear voice also came directly from outside Fabius's closed laboratory door, penetrated the metal, and reached Fabius's ears in the air. "Then, open the door."

"Yes, sir." Fabius said with difficulty.

Before the door was unlocked and the Primarch used his purple eyes, which were enough to see through everything in the room in an instant, and his huge mind that could process countless pieces of real-time information in an instant, to see through Fabius's tricks, he probably Seven seconds left.

At the first moment, he realized that he could not take the initiative to clean up the heartbreaking potion in the cultivation tank in front of him. This is the research content that Hexakeris knows about. As long as Konrad Koz, who is colluding with the aliens, says a few more words, Fulgrim will identify his actions as clearing evidence.

But Lycaon cannot be here.

Fabius immediately lifted Lycaon's helmet, mixed a bottle of short-term solidifying solvent with a handful of artificial skin in the water tank, glued it to the upper half of the opponent's face that had not been replaced by metal, and fastened the helmet again.

Within a minute, the upper half of Lycaon's face would be covered in reshaped skin, and he would become ugly and full of flaws. It would no longer be the face of a Phoenix Son.

That's not bad either.

His old face always made Fabius feel that this warrior still retained some consciousness of his own.

After the Lycaon matter was resolved, Fabius was still uneasy. He felt that there was one thing that he had not yet considered, but a corner of Phoenix's robe had already appeared in the metal door that was gradually moving to one side.

Fabius lowered his head deeply, and drops of water dripped from his wet hands. "Father." He responded respectfully, "What can I do for you?"

Unexpectedly and as expected, Fulgrim's eyes stopped at the cultivation tank at his hand.

"What are you studying?" said the Primarch, his tone unmistakably questioning.

"A reset version of the heartbreaking enhancement potion."

Fabius answered cautiously, not sure why the Primarch came to the door because of this matter, even though it did contain some newly added genetic extracts of the Third Legion.

"A warrior died because of you." Fulgrim said this first, while observing Fabius's expression. At the end, he added the adverb: "Almost."

"This is impossible." Fabius replied decisively, and this was the truth. "This piece of my research has never left this laboratory. How could it harm my battle brothers?"

"That's a question for you." Fulgrim said lightly. "Tell me everything you know, pharmacist. First of all, I hope you understand that I have always valued your talents and pursuits very much."