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

Chapter 678 You'll feel numb even if I stab you!
The Scepter of Pain, this chaotic artifact, once belonged to the demon prince and crippled Marquis Shah Lakklak.
Fabius Bayer defeated him, destroyed him, and the demon prince's body and power merged into this scepter.

The blasphemous power of the entire Demon Prince slammed into the back of the Primal Forged Head, who let out a muffled groan as a tear was ripped through his power armor, exposing his flesh to the spikes at the tip of the Scepter of Pain.

The warp-like evil power within the scepter drove the pain amplifier, injecting an unbearable, searing agony into the body of the Primal Forged Head.
Fabius Bayer did not want to kill the Primarch; he was a valuable experiment and an important hostage. Fabius hoped to use him to exchange for the Blood Stack from Caul. Even though Belisarius Caul was unwilling to exchange him, the Primarch himself possessed extraordinary wisdom.
Therefore, Fabius chose to subdue the Primal Forged Head through pain. The Pain Amplifier within the Scepter of Pain was not only driven by warp forces, but also by technology Fabius acquired from the Dark Eldar Bloodlings. No one in this galaxy understood pain better than the Bloodlings.
Fabius Bayer's scepter of torment has never failed.

He took a small step forward, intending to collect his spoils.
Yuan Zhuzhi struggled to his feet, the Scepter of Pain on his back falling to the ground with a thud, leaving only a small wound in his flesh.

Fabius Bayer took a small step back.

There were no signs of pain on the original leader's body, which completely exceeded Fabius Bayer's expectations.
Bayer hastily drew his thorn pistol from his waist, which contained the anesthetic drugs Fabius had found in the ruins of Nutheria. He examined the wound torn open by the Scepter of Pain on the Primal Forged Head's power armor.

But the Primal Forged Leader turned his head at that moment, and boundless terror emanated from the emerald visors of his helmet. In an instant, the Primal Forged Leader seemed to transform into a wild beast waiting to hunt in the dark rainy night, rushing towards Fabius Bayer with a gust of fear.

The thought of Conrad Coates's genetic sequence flashed through Fabius's mind, but his body was unable to move at that moment.

Fear, a fear that emanated from his very soul, was engulfing Fabius Bayer, rendering him immobile.

The original leader was equally terrified; Belisarius Caul's training had allowed him to instantly recognize the pain amplifier within the Scepter of Pain.

He was just a hair's breadth away from succumbing to the effects of his umbilical energy, which lasted less than a minute. If Fabius Bayer had acted any later, the Primal Forged Leader might have truly fallen.
The original casting leader silently thanked Doraemon for his blessing.
Then, his figure transformed into a crimson storm, his power sword crackling with deadly psionic energy, as he thrust towards Fabius Bayer's neck.
He wanted to kill him with a single blow.
The silver meadow rippled under her every movement; incense, ashes, smoke, blood, joy, and musical notes all swirled with her steps, like a galaxy of stars dancing across the vast sky, like a dream of washing silk and burying flowers.

Obscene instruments played bizarre rhythms, and birdsong, sharp as burning flames, filled the air. Petals fell from the silver trees, landing on the spiraling horns extending from her jade-white forehead.
Twisted, demonic shadows emerged from the forest, their eyes gleaming with lust as they coveted her blood and flesh, her spirit and her beauty.

But she was powerful enough; her withered father endowed her with extraordinary strength, the Phoenix Lord pulled her from the tides of the Warp, and the Prince of Pleasure elevated her with gold, silver, pleasure, and beauty.
The demons dared not make a move to touch her beautiful body; they only dared to follow behind her, prostrating themselves on the ground, drinking the dew that had just touched her toes on the silver grass.
Suddenly, her steps stopped abruptly, as if interrupting a pleasurable electric shock before the climax.
The demons howled at her halting steps, but she looked worried.
A gentle inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind, silently urging her to pay attention to her withering father.

Following the connection between soul, blood, creator, and creation, she turned her gaze to the real universe.

She saw it: twenty gene sequences sprouted and intertwined like seeds, hybridizing into a constantly burning fruit. That fruit stretched out burning arms, piercing towards her withered father.
She let out a horrified scream as her golden fingers tore through the barrier between reality and the warp like sharp claws. It all happened so smoothly, like a hot knife slicing through butter, as if divinely inspired.

"Fabius." She whispered her father's name, and in an instant, her figure appeared on the murder star, blocking the path of the original leader.

The figure was so beautiful, seemingly human yet entirely different. Her body, shrouded in a semi-transparent veil, was slender and captivating. Her toes were as delicate as pearls yet hinted at a touch of bestiality. Her ankles were so thin they seemed as if they could snap at any moment. Her legs, encircled by armor and scales that gleamed like mithril, were intertwined. The body above her pelvis possessed both the voluptuousness of a woman and the slenderness of a man.

Strands of hair, as white as bird feathers, cascaded over her jade-like shoulders and back. Beneath the thick, straight hair lay the delicate skull meticulously designed by Fabius. Her skin was fair and translucent, her nose small and exquisite, and her eyes bloodshot like mirrors. Upon closer inspection, one could still discern traces of Fabius Bayer's handsome face in his youth.

Between her strands of hair, a pair of glossy black horns covered in crimson runes coiled and curled on either side of her skull, adding an extra touch of demonic allure.

Like a sharp golden claw, it pierced straight at the face of the original leader.

She let out a low, bitter groan as the sharp blade of the Primal Forged Head pierced her shoulder, the psionic fire burning fiercely and searing her with pain.

And her claws touched the Primal Head. In the instant she appeared, a feeling, an inspiration, urged her to swing her claws, and then the claws so perfectly pierced the Primal Head's helmet.
The helmet disintegrated, revealing the face beneath. That face was so ordinary, so plain, that it was hard to imagine it was the product of twenty Primarch gene sequences. But if anyone had seen young Caul's face before, they would be astonished to find that the Primarch's face bore a striking resemblance to Caul's.

Just like the demon woman standing in front of the Primal Forged Head, she somewhat resembled Fabius.

"Melusine," Fabius softly uttered the name of the woman before him.

She was Fabius Bayer's first true creation, his firstborn child. She was born from a nutrient tank, not naturally grown, and was then modified by Fabius. Fabius watched her grow from a fertilized egg into an embryo, then into an infant, and finally into a young girl.
She was also Fabius's most perfect creation, a true new human being, with the potential to replace the old.

Unfortunately, the Warp took her from Fabius. By this time, Melusin had become a demon prince, and Fabius rarely saw her. Every time he did, he was tormented by the fact that his child was falling deeper into darkness, becoming more and more demonic and less and less human.
Even so, when Fabius is in danger, Melusin often steps in to protect him, just like now.

Fabius Bayer raised his needle pistol, the anesthetic syringe from the ruins of Nutheria ready to fire, and aimed at the exposed neck of the Primal Head.
His actions were almost entirely impulsive, driven by a sudden burst of inspiration that urged him to aim his needle-pistol at the neck of the original leader.

Everything happened naturally
The Primal Forged Leader saw Fabius aiming his needle-pistol at him, but the effects of the umbilical energy faded at that moment, and the pain caused by the genetic defect struck, causing the Primal Forged Leader to pause in his movements.

The needle pierced between the flesh and blood, and the anesthetic was pumped into the body of the original forged leader.
The Primarch's body contained the genetic sequences of twenty-one Primarchs, including that of Mortalian, the Lord of the Death Guard. He should have possessed extraordinary drug resistance; even ingesting a complex poison would only produce a mild, intoxicating effect.

However, under the effects of the anesthetic, Yuan Zhuzhi actually experienced a strong feeling of dizziness. He took a few steps back, and with a snap, he was knocked out by the anesthetic and fell to the ground.

"...?" Ferguson, who had just smashed Horus's head with the Broken Forge Hammer in hand, looked at the fallen Former Head with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Others might not know the identity of the original casting master, but how could Fu Gen not know?
The Primarch's body contained the genetic sequences of twenty Legions, directly derived from the Primarch's genetic sequences in the Blood Stack.

Then, he was knocked out by an injection of anesthetic.

What kind of anesthetic is so potent?
When did Bayer create such a miraculous drug?
Wouldn't he get knocked out by a flurry of needles if he rushed forward?

Despite his worries, Fugen took a step forward, transforming into a purple hurricane as he rushed towards the fallen Primal Forged Head. "Boom!!!! Horus may be dead, but Stepfather remains!!!"

Abaddon's massive body stood like a giant, dark wall, blocking Fugen's path. A deadly glint flashed in his Delanicorn, clashing with Fugen's Forgebreaker warhammer, sending a surge of energy surging outwards.

Delanicoen was momentarily stunned. For some reason, he had just been seized by an impulse, an inspiration, that made him feel that putting in more effort in that instant would have yielded better results.
But why did he suddenly have this idea?

As a demon born from humanity's first murder, Delanicorn's intelligence, strength, and understanding of the warp are among the best on this battlefield.
He sensed something was slightly off and began to suspect that he was being manipulated.
And Delanico knew that in this universe, when you suspect you are being manipulated, you are very likely actually being manipulated.

But who did it? Tzeentch?

Has he fallen into the mastermind's grand scheme?

Or perhaps the emperor?

Or perhaps Delanicken calmed down and stopped thinking about it.

Regardless of who is manipulating things, since that person wants Delanickon to exert his power, Delanickon is determined to comply.

Let them scheme and plot; after all, he, Delanickorn, is just a sword.

Just as Fugen was being held back by Abaddon and Delanickon, Fabius Bayer rushed forward and grabbed the original head of the Forged from the ground.
Melusin also let out a muffled groan, taking the opportunity to remove the power sword from her shoulder; the wound on her shoulder healed in the blink of an eye.

“Daughter, help me,” Fabius Bayer pleaded.

Without Fabius needing to say a word, Melusin grabbed Fabius and pulled him into the surging subspace.

When Fabius's vision cleared, he was standing in the abandoned laboratory on the murder planet.
Belisarius Caul's massive body lay sprawled in the laboratory, countless miniature Doraemons hovering around him, assisting him in dissecting the corpse before him.
As his inspiration struck, miniature Doraemons continued to emerge and sprout around him.
Belisarius Caul heard the sound of warp teleportation. He turned his head slightly and saw Fabius Bayer, as well as the Primal Forged Leader beside Fabius.

Belisarius Caul's last remaining fleshy eye trembled slightly for a moment, but he quickly shifted his gaze away from the Primal Forged Head, seemingly unconcerned.
His gaze, however, was drawn to Melusine. He scanned her, then glanced at Fabius: "What is she?"

“My most perfect creation, my daughter, my firstborn son, a true new human being who can replace the old humans.” Fabius Bayer smiled slightly, the wrinkles on his pale face twitching slightly.

“Oh, all I see is a fallen demon prince,” Belisarius Caul said with disdain.

“Really? Don’t you think these horns are cute?” Fabius Bayer asked with a smile.

Standing next to Bayer, Melusin couldn't help but reach out and touch her horns; Fabius's praise seemed to make her somewhat happy.

“Oh, if you’re just trying to show off your work, then I have nothing more to say. You’ve already seen it all,” Caul said, glancing at the Forged Head.

“Indeed!” Fabius’s tone rose slightly. “I don’t often praise people like this, but I must say: Caul, you are a genius!”

“I have the utmost respect for you. You created a wondrous existence, extraordinary indeed. The First of the Originals, a false name. He is not the Original, but another, even greater creation.”

"You've fused the genetic sequences of twenty-one Primarchs into it, a fusion unprecedented in history. If, as legend has it, each Primarch's genes are part of the extraordinary sequences of the Emperor and the Primarch Mother, your act of integrating twenty-one Primarch genetic sequences is roughly equivalent to..."

Fabius smiled slightly, without directly stating what Caul wanted to do:

"A crazy act, a genius act, and more importantly, you actually did it. But unfortunately, the fusion of the genetic sequences of the Primarchs into one body must have consumed most of your intelligence. You are unable to repair those genetic sequences, and some minor problems have been left behind. Fortunately, I also have a great understanding of the Primarchs' genetic sequences."

“Karl, you may not know this, but there is a slight defect in the genetic sequence of the twelfth Angron, which makes him resistant to certain anesthetic drugs.”

"Your original head also inherited this trait, and I used an anesthetic from Nutheria to numb it."

Fabius rambled on and on until Melusine gently nudged him with her elbow, reminding him that this was not the time for idle chatter, at which point he stopped.
Fabius took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement:

"Sorry, I got too excited. I always get like this when I see excellent works."

"Now let's talk about the terms!"

“Kaul, my dear friend, I want your Blood Stack.”

(End of this chapter)