I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 670 I cannot be both your son and your father
Fabius Bayer's laboratory, the technology related to cloning protozoa.
This is indeed information that could attract Kaul's attention.

The original clone, Ferdinand, seemed to harbor a certain degree of obsession with Fabius Bayer, who created him.
He was constantly searching for traces of Fabius Baye in the Milky Way, trying to catch Fabius Baye and also trying to unravel the mystery of his own birth.
However, Fukumoto's understanding of biotechnology was limited, insufficient to interpret Fabius's creations.
As the foremost sage in the Mechanicus, Coul naturally became Fugen's collaborator.

“He discovered a Fabius Bayer remnant on Murder Star, containing several partially destroyed clone prototypes. Cloning Fugen wants me to go to Murder Star to investigate and study it.” Caul extended a finger and extracted a thin nerve from the clone in front of him. His mechanical eye magnified the nerve, allowing him to observe the twitching more closely.

“You can’t go,” the Forged Leader said calmly to Caul.

Kaul stopped what he was doing.

“I am Belisarius Doraemon,” he said. “There is nothing I cannot do.”

“Even the gods are not omnipotent,” the original leader insisted.

“That’s right!” Caul looked up at the head of the original forge: “But I am human.”

"There is nothing that humans cannot do, nothing that human ingenuity cannot accomplish, He, they taught."

The original leader's throat bobbed slightly; Caul's words had irritated him.

He managed to suppress the anger that was about to rise on his face, but this only made it harder to stop the pain from showing.
A fleeting look of pain crossed Yuan Zhuzhi's face; due to the defect in his body, he was in constant agony.
If Caul were truly omnipotent, then he should have... but the original forger ultimately didn't say those words aloud.

Kaul opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just turned his head away.

His behavior made Yuan Zhuzhi clench his fists even more, feeling a growing anxiety within him.

But he couldn't help but say to Caul, "A spider has its eye on you, that's what my prophetic abilities tell me."

“Oh, Fabius.” Kaul nodded somewhat absentmindedly.

“He’s dangerous, I can see it. He’s like an old spider about to emerge from its cocoon. The lab on the murder planet is clearly a trap for you. You’d better not be foolish enough to walk in.”

“Oh, a challenge, I will accept it,” Belisarius Doraemon said casually, as if Fabius Bayer was not worth mentioning.

Yuan Zhuzhi took a deep breath; he felt his lungs burning.

This wasn't just a metaphor; his lungs were indeed constantly enduring a burning pain.

This left him speechless; he knew that no matter what he said, he couldn't change Caul's mind.
So he turned around and walked out of Caul's studio almost without hesitation.

Kaul watched the departing figure of the Forged Leader, his fingers trembling slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately shook his head and remained silent.

"Caul, you're a conceited fool." A low, accusatory growl came from beside Caul's ear.

Kaul looked at the panel beside him with a sense of helplessness.
A blond, serious image, resembling a head on a coin, flashed on the panel.

"You can tell your Primarch more directly why you crave the technology to clone Primarchs?"

“My lord, since I have copied the Primarch’s spirit, why can’t I try to copy the Primarch’s body?” Belisarius Caul turned to look at the panel and said.

“No, you also lack the spirit of replicating the Primarch.” The degraded Guilliman displayed calmness and logic: “You once said that the Emperor destroyed almost all the technologies that shaped us. You cannot create an organic Primarch, nor a mechanical one. I am merely a degraded imitation of you.”

“You’re always so logical,” Caul replied dryly.

“Then let me use my logic,” said the degraded Guilliman. “The Primarch is a product of your arrogance, conceit, and conceit. You have the Blood Stack and the complete Primarch genetic sequence. How could you not try to create a Primarch? Not a clone, but a creation from scratch.”

"But you said you couldn't create a true Primarch, which means you tried, but failed."

"It is obvious that the failed prototype is the first of the original creations. Although it was born, it is very far from the true original and is suffering pain at all times."

“Caull, you seek the technology to clone the Primarch in order to cure the Primarch Head.”

"Perhaps I want to create a new product to replace him ————————"

"Shut up, Caul!" the degraded Guilliman suddenly roared. "Do you think I'm blind?"

"He's your Lupecal, isn't he?"

"First return to the son, first cast the son, you love him, he loves you."

Kaul froze on the spot, speechless for a long time.

“You could be more honest,” the degraded Guilliman said, his tone softening slightly.

"As a created being, I have failed my master twice."

"As the creator, I have failed my children."

“My lord, I have failed the first casting, and I am not sure if I can put myself in his father’s role.”

A hint of fear flashed in Kaul's eyes as he glanced softly at the many miniature Doraemons around him:
"If I accept Doraemon's blessing and use Doraemon's power, I may be able to heal the First Forged without the Bloodline Stack."

“But I simply cannot,” Belissau Caul shook his head violently.

"This is another lie of yours. You rejected Mini-Dora's power not out of confidence in your own intelligence, but out of guilt."

The degraded Guilliman watched Belissau Caul through the screen, watching Caul's enormous, grotesque body, where only half of his face remained human.

“Yes, I am perhaps the one in this galaxy who understands the sacrifices that person made the most.” Caul said bitterly, “I gave up my human body for my mission. I was once so obsessed with the perfection of the human body, but in the end I twisted myself into this form.”

“That person is the same as me, but the torment they have endured is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than mine. This is the result of our incompetence. I simply cannot overcome the humiliation and guilt in my heart.”

“But because of my guilt, the First Caster will have to endure more suffering. He might hate me for it. How can I still call him my son and call myself his father?” “The created always craves the Creator’s approval and care, just as a child craves the approval and care of his father.” Degraded Guilliman’s tone softened further, like a father instructing another father.

“Once I acquire the technology to clone the Primarch, I might have a frank talk with him,” Caul nodded.

"Are you still going to take the risk and walk into the trap the spider has woven for you?" the degraded Guilliman asked.

"Sir, he is a spider, but I am not a small insect either."

"The laboratory left on the murder planet contained only some peripheral materials and information."

“I deliberately stepped into it, wasn’t that to lure him out of the hole and into my presence, so that I could obtain more valuable materials?”

“You’re always so arrogant about this.” Degraded Guilliman nodded, not continuing to try to dissuade Caul.

But Caul stared at the degraded Guilliman, seemingly deep in thought.

“My lord, you said that all created beings yearn for the paternal love of their Creator.” Caul blinked his only remaining eye. “...Including you, my lord?”

“Not including me, I have a real father,” the degraded Guilliman said, shaking his head.

"No, no, no, my lord, I wasn't referring to Lord Guilliman. I meant that, in a sense, I'm more like your father than the Emperor."

".Karl!!!!!"

Before Caul could finish speaking, a torrent of anger surged down upon the great sage.
It seems that Caul truly doesn't understand the difference between father and son.
Unbeknownst to Kaul, not far behind him, Zhou Yun watched this scene with a smile.
Inspiration dances at his fingertips, guiding destiny in the direction he has predetermined.

Above the murder star, Fugen was silently strolling through the ruins left by Fabius Bayer.

This murder planet was once the territory of the alien giant spider monsters. It was discovered during the Great Crusade. The Emperor's Son, the Blood Angel, and the Shadowmoon Wolf all fought on this planet and left behind many traces.

Fabius seemed quite interested in the peculiar alien creature, the giant spider monster. At some point, he established a laboratory on this planet to study the remaining genetic sequences and limbs of the giant spider monster, and even conducted attempts to clone the Primarch here.

Fugen gently extended a finger and stroked the broken jar in front of him; the jar still bore the remaining serial number.
"Cloning Primarch. Iron X. Felus Manus-66-B"

Fugen could recognize Fabius Bayer's label style.
This container belongs to a clone of Feralus. The number 66 represents Fabius's sixty-sixth attempt, and the number B represents failure.

This is the failed attempt by Fabius Bayer to clone the original.

Fugen pondered that he should have had his own little jar back then.
Even for Fabius Bayer, cloning the Primarch was no easy task; it often required hundreds of failures and the consumption of vast resources to achieve even a single, albeit barely, success.
A near-perfect clone like Fugen must be extremely rare and hard to come by.
Fugen recalled his memories of living with Bayer.
Those are not memories belonging to Forgrim, nor are they memories of a Primarch and an Astartes.

Rather, it is a memory unique to Fugen, a memory of a son and a father.

Fugen had studied under Fabius Beyer and even held Fabius in high esteem.
In the boundless Milky Way, there exists a man who, amidst a world filled with chaos, disorder, and irrationality, steadfastly believes that gods do not exist and that human ingenuity can achieve extraordinary feats. His spirit and his wisdom inspire Fugen's admiration and reverence.
Perhaps it sounds a little strange to say it this way.
But Fugen harbored feelings for Fabius Bayer that were almost like a son's for his father.
He longed for Fabius Bayer's recognition, longed to become the true Primitive, longed to become Fabius's most perfect creation.

He always believed he had done a great job, absolutely perfect. But Fabius Bayer abandoned him, as if discarding a failed product.

This deeply hurt Fugen, damaging his dignity and, more importantly, his deep-seated desire to gain his father's approval.

"Bayer, my creator."

Fugen took a deep breath, feeling his lungs fill with air:

Why did you abandon me?

Why did you betray me?

"Again"

Fugen's voice went from complex to hateful, from painful to angry, and finally all of it merged together into a soft sigh.

"But I'll see you soon."

Fugen could, of course, see that this research institute was a trap deliberately set by Fabius Bayer, most likely to lure out the Great Sage Belisarius Caul through Fugen. Fugen believed that the Great Sage would also realize this.
Fabius was trying to hunt them, but weren't they also hunting Fabius Bayer?

It is precisely for this reason that Fugen has deliberately remained on Murder Star, rather than heading to Alteramar.
The five hundred worlds of Altramor have recently been attacked. An alien force known as the Tau Empire has mobilized almost all its resources in an attempt to conquer Altramor.

They said things like, "We will use the combat suits of the Tau Empire to open up the land under the stars for the Supreme Good Path." "The rise and fall of the Tau nation depends on this battle." "Those who oppose this war are not citizens." "Seven lives will be given to the Supreme Good Path to destroy the human thieves."

Using this propaganda narrative, the Tau Empire rallied a large number of alien forces, portraying humanity as the sworn enemy of the righteous path and depicting the war between the Tau Empire and Alteramar as a life-or-death struggle over the fate of the galaxy.
But to be honest, Fugen found it quite baffling.

How did fighting Altramor become a matter of deciding the fate of the galaxy?

Someone unfamiliar with the situation might think that the center of the human empire wasn't Terra, but Macragge, and that the ruler of humanity wasn't the Emperor, but Guilliman.

Moreover, these Tau people had allied with the Dark Eldar and the Space Dwarves, constantly launching invasions, harassments, and raids. It was as if the hand of Chaos was subtly orchestrating these attacks from behind the scenes. This chaotic conflict naturally attracted the attention of the green-skinned orcs.

Aside from the Tyranid swarm, almost all the alien races were present in Alterac Valley.
Guilliman, Sanguis, and Ryan have now gone to Altramor to gather their forces to confront the Tau Empire.

Once the problem with Fabius is resolved, Fugen will also go to join the war.
Sending the aliens a sweet genocide—that's what makes a great expedition feel like!

Just as Fugen was deep in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Fugen's spirits jolted, and he instinctively shouted out:
"Bayer?"

"son?"

"Father?"

(End of this chapter)