Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 273: Gene Master, Fabius Bayer
Now, Fabius naturally showed his offspring and declared that he should get a better future for them, and the Holy Land of the Empire was the only available area.

Under the light of the Astronomican, the energies of the Warp would be unable to taint his children, and he did not wish his creations to fall into the hands of Chaos, especially Slaanesh and Nurgle.

So he started this journey and used a device that blocked psychic energy to block the warp perception and imprison them here.

Taylor understood the whole story almost instantly and made reasonable inferences.

The so-called isolation equipment is a group of untouchables whose hands and feet have been cut off...

Taylor couldn't understand Fabius's thoughts. After all, what was happening here was almost contrary to ethics and morals, but he didn't feel that uncomfortable.

Just as Fabius described, this world is full of people who cannot understand him, but Taylor, who came from ancient times, has seen many works on such themes.

Although I've almost forgotten it now, a true ancient Terran's tolerance for artificial life is actually greater than those...

Feudal, old-fashioned modern people.

Ironically, after 40,000 years, human consciousness in this universe has regressed to the Middle Ages.

All Fabius needed was Taylor's current expression. He needed an expression other than fear, disgust, dissatisfaction or blasphemy to make his way clear.

Even if it's confusing and unsettling.

At this moment, he thanked Taylor profusely, as if some heart disease had been cured and he had taken him out of this temporary Eden.

The old man said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Taylor doubted his ears, but continued uneasily. "Insects, Eldar, humans, and some Tau."

"You brought all my mortal enemies together, endowed those creations with exaggerated dexterity, telepathy, and the form of the Tau race, and they..."

“They are simply a group of iron men covered in flesh and blood.”

Fabius shook his head. "No, they'll be better."

"As their civilization develops and their population expands, you can't imagine how exaggerated their abilities will be."

"This is only the first generation. When the perfection I envision reaches its limit, those new humans will truly appear in the Milky Way..."

"And my biggest dream is that one day they would raise their blades... and stab me in the heart."

"Just like the Primarchs, they betrayed their fathers!"

Fabius even seemed a little crazy when he said this, but Taylor showed no expression.

He said, "You want them to inherit human civilization?"

Fabius did not answer, and the two of them fell into a strange silence, walking forward quickly without saying a word.

When Taylor returned to the room Fabius had prepared for him, it was a typical mortal room, without the filth that was everywhere inside the ship, and without the whispers of Chaos.

To be honest, Taylor could feel that Fabius really regarded him as a friend or confidant, and that this old Space Marine now had more than just the sharpness and mystery that he had when they first met.

There is also a touch of tolerance, kindness and patience.

He became a father, the father of a new race.

Ironically, from Taylor's perspective, he might have been a better father figure than the Emperor.

And the story of a brand new race, the Sons of Perfection, will begin with the name of Fabius.

To be honest, Taylor felt a little jealous, because that was the experience of becoming a racial god. In comparison, he felt a little...

How to say it, neither high nor low?
But after all, Master Fabius had walked this path for ten thousand years, so he had nothing to envy. Thinking of this, he realized how many hardships the Sons of Perfection race would face.

They have tainted the genes of humanity and the Eldar, have abnormal souls, and are man-made.

Neither the Emperor, nor Chaos, nor the Aliens could contain them.

But Taylor is looking forward to their future and injecting new blood into this chaotic galaxy.

He suddenly sighed, and instead of laughing and playing with the boys as usual, he made his bed and went to bed early.

The cult girl asked boredly. "What's wrong? You're lying down so early?"

Taylor replied. "I think Fabius is retiring. This trip will probably be his last appearance in the galaxy."

This news surprised her a little. As a Slaanesh follower who was on the same path as Fabius, she knew very well that if Fabius left, the Emperor's Children Legion would fall apart.

And now the whereabouts of another Slaanesh Chaos Lord Lucius is unknown. All this means that among the Four Chaos Gods, the power of Slaanesh will be suppressed again.

But then she thought again, neither Fabius nor Lucius, nor even herself, had ever really done anything to fight for territory for the Lord of Slaanesh.

No, it seems Slaanesh himself doesn't care much about this...

She was relieved.

At the same time, the ship they were on soon entered the Nachmond Corridor area, which was actually Taylor's sad place. After all, it was once called Cadia.

Countless brave men died here, and the scene of the heroic sacrifice of the High Castle of Cadia was still in Taylor's eyes, and it took a long time to fade away.

He looked at the purple curtain spreading out of the window. It was the scattered spiritual energy that turned into endless distortion and torture for those with intact wills.

Even the room where Taylor was, far away from the warp engine and deliberately cleaned, began to emit psychic fluctuations.

For Fabius, this is also the saddest place, because those warp energies may allow the gods to feel the presence of his offspring.

Taylor and Fabius' hearts were in their throats as the Chaos ships sped past Abaddon's outpost.

To put it bluntly, what are they smuggling? Smuggling something right under the noses of the Chaos Gods...

Fortunately, as followers of Slaanesh, their ships did not need to be inspected for long. They were allowed to pass after simply submitting normal shipping reports.

Taylor seemed to have imagined a Chaos Space Marine in his mind and said to Fabius with a smile.

"Hey, man, let's go in and rob the Imperials!"

Such a joke.

However, after the ship moved for a while, a huge warship blocked their way.

Taylor looked up at the window. It was a huge black ship with a red eye symbol carved on it.

The huge size undoubtedly indicated that she was a Glorious Queen-class battleship, and the red eyeballs made her identity clear.

It was the ship that once carried the First Primarch, and the Sword of Chaos that had conquered Terra.

She is now the flagship of the famous Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the main force of the 13th Expedition.

Her name was the Spirit of Vengeance, and now this legendary ship was in front of Fabius's warship, blocking their path with its massive cannons...

Taylor couldn't help but underestimate. "Bad luck!"

(End of this chapter)