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

Chapter 679 Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
“I want your Blood Stack,” Fabius Bayer said, staring at Kaul.

“Oh?” Caul remained remarkably calm. “What are you planning to exchange for? Pater Mutatis.”

Kaul uttered the word that deified Fabius in High Gothic.
The creatures created by Fabius so deeply believed in and revered him that it is said their faith, mixed with the withering disease residing within Fabius, continued to grow, forming a kind of secondary existence in the subspace.
The new humans created by Fabius called him the Father of Distortion, the god of the new humans, symbolizing the distortion and twisting of both body and mind, representing the twisted new branches sprouting from the old corpse.

But Fabius Bayer refused to be called that, refused to be worshipped as a god.

“I am not a god,” Fabius Bayer said with a smile.

Caul's lips twitched slightly, and he looked at Fabius with a strange expression.
Melusine, standing to the side, also shook her head slightly, seemingly somewhat helpless.

"As for what to exchange it for?" Fabius pointed to the original head of the forged object beside him: "Of course, it's your most perfect work."

Belisarius Caul glanced indifferently at the original leader: "He's actually a failure."

"You can destroy or dissect it as you please, I don't care, I can create an even more perfect work."

“Yes, neither of us are people who will stop at nothing. We all yearn to create more perfect works and believe that we can do it,” Fabius Bayer agreed, but he quickly changed the subject: “But you have to admit, Kaul, some works have extraordinary significance for us, like Horus Lupecal placed under the emperor.”

“You love him, Caul, I can see it.” Fabius stared at Belisarius Caul, the backpack on his back known as the Surgeon’s backpack unfolded, a poisoned scalpel pressed against the temple of the Primal Head.

"This thing comes from the Bloodlings of the Dark Eldar. Once it pierces his body, the scalpel will start to grow on its own, turning into iron spikes that pierce through every inch of his flesh. It will be a very painful death."

"Then his soul will be sacrificed to that so-called Lord of Thirst, so that he cannot even be resurrected by you in any other way. I'm sorry to do this, I don't have much time."

Fabius Bayer glanced towards the laboratory doorway. Outside the abandoned lab, Fugan was attempting to break through Abaddon's defenses.

Kaulshan was open to negotiation, but Fabius knew that Faugen would not hesitate.

To protect the Blood Stack, Fugen was willing to sacrifice the original head.

“I don’t care. You can do that, but I’ll kill you the same way in the next moment.” Kaul’s voice rose slightly, and the miniature Doraemons under his robes surged out and surrounded him.

Fabius simply smiled, then brought the scalpel closer to the temple of the original forged head.

Caul's gaze darkened slightly. He could kill him, quickly enough. Mini-Dora granted him extraordinary power; he could kill Fabius. Before Fabius killed the Original Forged Head.
“Don’t do that, it won’t do us any good.” Fabius seemed to see through Caul’s thoughts: “Believe me, even if you kill me, the surgeon has enough autonomy to kill your creation.”

Melusine, standing beside Fabius, also gently crouched down and placed her fingers on the face of the Primal Head.

“Even if he isn’t killed, I will send him to Slaanesh’s court.”

Kaul fell silent.
Fabius indeed had an excellent grasp of his psychology. It was entirely possible that Caul could take Fabius's life before Fabius killed the First Fork, and it was also possible that he could save the First Fork before the surgeon killed it. He even believed he had a chance of saving the First Fork before Melusin sent it to Slaanesh's court.

However, Caul had to take this risk: abandon the safety of the Primal Head in order to protect the Blood Stack.
Caul had assumed he would make that decision without hesitation.
The value of the Primal Head is undoubtedly less than that of the Blood Stack. The Primal Head is his private property, while the Blood Stack belongs to Om Messiah the Emperor. Kaul has no right to hand over the Blood Stack, and even if he doesn't, he has no right to do so.
But Kaul still hesitated, feeling an urge to use the Blood Stack to ensure the safety of the Primal Head.
He felt a deep sense of shame, and his fingers trembled slightly; for the first time in all his long years, he felt powerless.
Kaul lowered his head slightly, intending to refuse.
+Agree to his request+
The voice from the highest heavens entered Kaul's mind directly, and the round, blue figure flashed past Kaul's eyes.

Consent
A slight movement occurred beneath Belisarius Caul's robes, and a mechanical arm silently retrieved the Blood Stack from beneath them, placing it on a nearby table.

“A wise choice.” Fabius nodded with a smile, feeling a sense of relief. He wasn’t really sure if Caul would agree; he was just taking a gamble.

Melusine warily removed her hand from the Primal Head, while Belisarius Caul slowly approached it.

Both were moving incredibly fast. They brushed past each other, and in the blink of an eye, Caul had already embraced the Primal Forged Head with his mechanical arm, while Fabius Bayer had picked up the Blood Stack with his withered fingers.

Fabius Bayer gently shook the Blood Stack in his hand a few times, his violet eyes admiring the jewel-like blood within.

“It is truly beautiful. The wisdom of the Emperor is contained within it, and the mystery of the Primarch is contained within it,” Fabius exclaimed involuntarily.

Melusin gestured for Fabius to retreat, but Fabius waved his hand, indicating for Melusin to wait a little longer.
“Caull, Belisarius Caul, I see extraordinary potential in your Primal Head, but I don’t understand what kind of form you want him to grow into. What exactly are you trying to create?”

Fabius Bayer asked softly:
"Tell me, what exactly is he to you? Satisfy my curiosity, Caul."

While being held by the mechanical arm, Belisarius Caul slightly raised his head, glanced at Fabius, then lowered his head to look at the original head.
What is he?
He was the head of the original forging, but that was a lie, a lie fabricated by Caul to conceal its true existence.

A Primarch? No, he's far from it. A true Primarch is much more complex than that.
A great experiment? But ultimately, it was a failure.

Or perhaps, was he the embodiment of Caul's arrogance? The culmination of Caul's talent? Or the most blasphemous act of Caul's life? Or perhaps...
“My son, he is my son,” Belissau Caul said softly and frankly.

He abandoned all those designed, superimposed, and attached elements of will, nerves, simulated thinking, and complex thoughts.
At least at this moment, he was not the loyalist of Ohm Messiah the Emperor, not the great sage of Mars, not the saint of Saint Doraemon; he was simply Belisarius Caul, the father of the original Forged One.

“I understand.” Fabius Bayer nodded slightly. “I understand my creations as well.”

“You don’t understand!” Caul’s voice suddenly became irritable: “He is not a deformed child you just cobbled together. His genetic sequence is incomparably complex and perfect. He was directly taken from the twenty Primarchs. There is a part of me in his genes.” “He is the continuation of my life. I created him from myself, not just from the Primarch’s genetic sequence. He is my true son, and I love him.”

“Melusin, she has a part of me in her genetic sequence. I watched her grow up, I raised her, she is my daughter.”

Fabius looked at Caul and said:

"Instead of some deformed child pieced together at random."

“Oh.” Belissau Caul lowered his head.

Then, he slightly raised his head and looked at Fabius: "Give me the technology to clone the Primarch."

“…?” Fabius hesitated for a moment, looking at Caul with a slightly strange expression: “Is it necessary? The corpse I left you contains most of the knowledge you need, not to mention the corpse of the clone Horus that I left you outside. Is it really that difficult for you to unravel the secrets of the Primarch?”

After saying this, Fabius glanced at the Primal Head in Caul's arms, as if he understood something.

Fabius took an iron can from the outer shell doctor behind him, inside which floated a lump of flesh.

"This contains complete cloning technology."

“You could be more frank with your son,” Fabius Bayer said, looking at Belissau Caul.

“And what about me!” A melodious voice suddenly rang out. At the laboratory door, a handsome man clad in purple-gold armor with pale hair stood, staring at Fabius with his violet eyes.
“Foun,” Fabius began softly, then added, “I cannot be both your son and your father.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Fabius and Melusin vanished from the real world, disappearing without a trace.

Belisarius Caul paid little attention to Fugen and the departing Fabius, his gaze instead fixed on the Primal Head between his mechanical arms.
Various compound drugs were injected into the body of the original forge leader by Kaul, stimulating the original forge leader's immune system to rapidly break down the anesthetic drugs.
A moment later, the original forged leader awoke, his superhuman intellect allowing him to rapidly process the information around him.
He noticed Fugen's somber face and sensed the subspace fluctuations that had just dissipated in the air; he immediately understood what had happened.
"You traded me for the Blood Stack?" he asked in a complicated tone.

However, Belisarius Caul merely sneered: "Exchange you for the Bloodline Stack? No!"

The great sage abandoned the original casting and stood up, using his mechanical arm to pick up the iron can left behind by Fabius on the table.
"I traded the Blood Stack for the complete technology of the Primarch!"

“I have unlocked most of the secrets of the Blood Stack! It was a very worthwhile deal!”

"Fabius! You bastard!"

Aedoron's roar came through the communicator; he bore several scattered wounds.

Beside him was Abaddon, a hell beast whose body was twisted and contorted by the heavy hammer.

When Fabius Bayer left Murder Planet, he didn't notify Edoron and Abaddon at all; he simply teleported and escaped.
Fabius knew Edoron's character well.

If Fabius doesn't escape quickly, Edoron will definitely try every means to imprison him and use his intelligence to cure his problems.
So Fabius abandoned them and, following a sudden inspiration, slipped away to this desolate corner of the Milky Way.

“You weren’t seriously injured either,” Fabius said casually. “As for Abaddon, the warp gave him extraordinary resilience. Even if Roger Dorn were alive, he might not be able to kill him by punching him in the head with a power punch.”

“Don’t worry, once I’ve finished analyzing the Blood Stack, I will naturally help you heal your problems.” Fabius smiled slightly and cut off the communication with Edoron.

“Melusin, it is thanks to you that I was able to take the Blood Stack.” Fabius looked at Melusin beside him and said earnestly to his child.

Fabius disliked inflexible personalities; he always preferred to express his thoughts sincerely, especially to his children.

Fabius couldn't quite understand why Kaul was so conflicted. Hadn't he learned a lesson from the Emperor?
Melusine was slightly embarrassed by Fabius's praise. Countless demons in the warp admired her beauty, pursued her, and longed to possess her, but only her father's approval could stir her increasingly twisted mind.
She gently reached out and touched the horns on her head, gazing through the porthole at the boundless void.
This galaxy is desolate and empty, with only a few scattered, uninhabited planets orbiting an aging star.
"Is it safe here?" Melusin asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
There were no protective measures here except for Fabius's ship itself.

"The Bloodline Stacks are coveted by many, and my original strongholds are no longer safe."

"It would be better to just pick a galaxy at the edge of the Milky Way based on your intuition; that would make it harder to track down."

As he spoke, Fabius Bayer looked towards the Blood Stack, which was surrounded by mechanical arms.

The outer shell containing the prototype's genetic sequence was gradually dismantled under the control of a robotic arm.

The scent of blood slowly wafted and drifted through the air.
A slow smile crept onto Fabius's lips.

However, at the same time, within this desolate galaxy, beneath the surface of a barren planet...

A chitinous egg case slowly writhed a few times, then sharp claws tore it open, and a slender Ricard slowly emerged from the ground.

Standing atop the thin atmosphere, its sensory system detected the faint scent of blood emanating from the distant stars.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
(End of this chapter)