Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 872 Fabius's Ambition (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"These shoddy foods really make me nauseous."

"Their souls have long since faded and withered, devoid of any vitality."

"It simply cannot compare to the exquisite taste of the Witch Spirit."

"I need more Dark Eldar, more fresh, sinful souls."

Lucius casually swung his flesh-and-blood whip, instantly binding a massive, twisted abomination tightly. Then, he lashed the whip, tearing it to shreds with its dense barbs.

This enormous, modified monster was so large that its original race was no longer discernible.

It could be a slave of some dark Eldar, or a human slave, or a slave of some random race. It doesn't matter. In any case, during the Bloodling's long process of transformation, they will all be ravaged and strengthened by various growth potions and viruses.

The Bloodling was injected with too many drugs and viruses, and after the Twisted Abomination mutation was completed, its hands were replaced with metal claws or pus-blood syringes, and its brain lobes were cut off, turning it into a literally brainless monster.

To a discerning son of the emperor like Lucius, this creature was nothing more than a walking pile of excrement; even a whiff of it was an insult to the senses.

Without a brain, there is naturally no soul, nor the unrestrained emotions that bring Lucius orgasm and pleasure.

"Come out, all of you, come out, my sweet little darlings..."

Lucius's voice echoed through the dark and gloomy corridors of the base, and the tormented human skin imprisoned on his armor seemed to gape open, emitting terrifying screams.

Their souls were bound within this armor, subjected to Lucius's endless torment and humiliation.

However, no matter how fervently Lucius shouted, no Eldar dared to come out and confront him.

Only those wretched, low-intelligence bio-monsters like the Twisted Abominations, the Abusers, the Claw Terrors, and the Aether Hounds would blindly obey Victor and the Bloodling's orders and attack the Emperor's Son.

Lucius could smell the extremely strong stench of blood in the air, mixed with the twisted, corrupt, and wildly unrestrained scent of the Dark Eldar.

Suddenly, a monster that Lucius had never seen before emerged from a crack in the building inside the experimental base.

It has extremely ugly bluish-gray skin, and its taut muscles are clearly visible as if the skin has been peeled off. There are six holes, two large and four small, on its head, suggesting that it hunts by smell rather than sight.

This monstrous creature, whose ugliness rivaled that of Lucius, pounced on the Emperor's son with incredible speed, then opened its blood-red maw and bit into Lucius's armor.

To the astonishment of the Undying, his incredibly sturdy armor was torn to shreds by the monster's sharp teeth, which pierced through the metal and stabbed into Lucius's flesh.

Lucius lashed out with his own flesh-and-blood whip, but the creature's skin suddenly hardened, dissipating most of the kinetic energy damage.

"This is... Ugul?"

Lucius searched his mind for the memories of the Dark Eldar. Although they had betrayed him, their genetically modified neural detection ability remained, and was even more acute than before.

In the memories of the Dark Eldar, these creatures called Ugul are monstrous beasts that inhabit the desolate city of Sadumu. The nobles of the Comoros love to keep these ugly monsters as pets.

As it turned out, Ugul was indeed very powerful; it tore Lucius's armor apart with its massive jaws, let alone the other sons of the emperor.

Lucius slashed at Ugul's back with his sword, but only managed to leave a shallow wound.

However, Ugul seemed to realize Lucius's strength and difficulty, and it immediately turned and ran into the darkness, trying to escape by relying on its speed and agility.

Lucius laughed wildly, lashed out with his whip and caught it, then tightly strangled its neck and trachea.

After a fierce struggle, the Ugul, having tasted the torture techniques mastered by the Emperor's son, also whimpered and knelt on the ground, submitting to Lucius.

"Okay, baby, my sweet baby..."

“Take me to your masters, and I will ask them to play a game.”

Lucius wrapped the fleshy whip around Ugur's neck and ran quickly as if leading a hunting dog.

The Slaanesh champion didn't enslave this Ugul simply for fun. Admittedly, it was quite interesting, but compared to the fact that the Ugul could lead them to hunt the hidden Eldar, that was a secondary reason.

Ugul has an incredibly keen sense of smell; it has almost no vision and relies entirely on its sense of smell and hearing to catch its prey.

Under the control of Bloodlust and Victor, most of the passages to this experimental base had already been closed, and the internal defense system had also been activated. Lucius and his group wandered around for a long time but still could not enter the true core area.

But the fact that this Ugul was able to sneak out and ambush them proves that it knows some extremely hidden and difficult paths.

Although Lucius was insane, he was not without brains.

In fact, all humans who fall into Slaanesh's embrace, except for a small number who have truly lost their minds and are oblivious to the world, still retain their rationality.

They are very clear about what they are doing, and they also understand how empty they are inside.

This feeling of emptiness is the mortal enemy of all Slaanesh's retinue—they can derive pleasure from pain and obtain what they need from extreme indulgence, but emptiness alone prevents them from obtaining anything.

Therefore, they can only indulge themselves even more and become even more depraved in order to satisfy their ever-insatiable desires.

Lucius was terrified of Fabius Bayer, even more so than of Forgrim.

Forgrim could kill him, but Fabius Beyer could make him wish he were dead.

Seneca was well aware of his own weakness; he had an extremely serious dependence on addictive drugs, which only Fabius Beyer could provide.

With a flick of his finger, Bayer could cut off Lucius's supply of potions, and Lucius would instantly transform from the mighty Slaanesh champion into a weak, powerless maggot that could only wriggle on the ground.

The thought of that terrible outcome sent Lucius shivering; he felt a deep-seated fear.

“Bloodlust, Bloodlust, Fabius needs the knowledge in your heads.”

"Consider yourselves lucky."

Lucius led his newly tamed Ugur around the Bloodlust's experimental base.

It seems that some kind of lost technology from the Eldar Empire has been deployed here, capable of interfering with the intruders' senses, which also prevents Lucius's psionic powers from pinpointing the exact location of the Dark Eldar.

However, with the help of Ugul, whose sense of smell was extremely keen, Lucius still managed to find a very hidden rift, which was the very place where Ugul had come from with the Dark Eldar master.

Lucius gave a soft hum, signaling the cunning creature to immediately burrow inside.

Ugul's skin was extremely tough; even Lucius's flawless blade could only leave shallow marks. But when it slipped into the crevice, its body seemed to melt away and quickly merge into it.

Lucius whistled in amazement, then ordered two noise warriors to open the passage.

The two noise warriors, one holding a strange instrument resembling a saxophone and the other carrying an electric guitar, immediately began to play wildly into the hidden passage.

The spark of art was igniting in their hearts, but what was reflected in reality was a fierce storm of psionic energy.

As Lucius listened to the upbeat, frenetic music, the narrow rift in front of him had been completely torn open into a giant hole by the Noise Warrior's psionic attack.

The Slaanesh champion, leading his newly tamed Ugul, charged into this uncharted core territory with a cacophony of grotesque laughter.

This is no longer the chaotic battlefield on the outskirts, but the true sanctuary of the Bloodwalkers' Academy.

As far as the eye could see, biological embryos were churning inside life support pods that shimmered with a faint glow. Intricate conduits composed of bioceramic pipes and living tissues extended in all directions, connecting the entire laboratory into a unified whole.

"Aha~ Found them! They hid really well, little mice!"

Lucius's maniacal laughter echoed through the empty corridor, accompanied by even more agonizing screams from the human skin on his armor.

Ugur suddenly let out a low roar and yanked violently in one direction.

Lucius suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and a terrifying electric current shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

It was a blade of light that suddenly appeared before my eyes, incredibly dazzling and bright, as radiant as the crescent moon over Terra.

Lucius's mind, clouded by indulgence, suddenly cleared up in the face of this blow.

Before falling into chaos, this Slaanesh champion was one of the top sword masters in the Legion of the Emperor's Sons.

Aside from monsters like Acudona, Edron, and Thor Taviz who were truly unbeatable, Lucius rarely encountered opponents who could rival him in swordsmanship.

He was so arrogant that he couldn't tolerate anyone being stronger than him, and when he couldn't change reality, he chose to fall into depravity in exchange for greater power.

The sudden slash barely grazed Lucius's face, the sharp blade tearing apart his scarred nostrils, and a stream of thick, foul-smelling black blood immediately flowed out.

Lucius instinctively swung his flawless blade in his right hand, aiming straight for his opponent's vital abdomen.

But the opponent who launched the sneak attack seemed to have anticipated Lucius's reaction, and dodged the attack with a somersault that is almost impossible for a human to do.

Lucius's gaze sharpened as he spotted the lithe, alluring figure in the darkness.

She was a succubus from the Witch Spirit Cult, her high-piled hair billowing like a blooming rose. She wore no armor, and the meager amount of clothing barely covered her vital parts.

Her slender arms were adorned with two arm guards, one long and one short, and the Spirit Clan's scimitar, gleaming with a dazzling pink light, appeared and disappeared in the darkness, releasing a deadly allure.

Theoretically, after undergoing the modification surgery, all Astartes experience significant changes in their hormone secretion, thereby eliminating the complex emotions and desires caused by hormones.

This also means that although Astartes retains its organs, it does not have the same desire for matching as humans.

However, the emperor's son who falls into Slaanesh's arms and whose mind is filled only with pleasure is obviously not included in this category.

"Oh? A beautiful poisonous butterfly..."

A morbid excitement erupted in Lucius's eyes, and his blood began to rush to a certain place, causing his riddled body to stretch out.

Lucius felt something beyond his appetite when he looked at the witch queen before him.

Lucius's aggressive gaze sent chills down Candice's spine. As the champion who was the center of attention in the arena, she had never hesitated to show off the beauty of her body.

On the contrary, the more fascinated and applauded she was, the more her elegance and charm were highlighted.

But the gaze of Lucius, the emperor's son whose body was imbued with the power of Slaanesh, instilled in the Witch Spirit a deep-seated fear.

She felt she had 100% of her ability, but now she could only barely manage 60%.

But Candice knew she had no other choice. From the moment Comoros was engulfed in war, they had no option but to either drive out the enemy or be killed and captured.

The Lord of the Witches gripped two long mica steel blades that gleamed with deadly poison in both hands. His movements were so fast that only afterimages remained as he once again aimed for Lucius's head and heart.

Her eyes burned with pure murderous rage and endless hatred for the intruders.

Lucius remained calm and unhurried, his flawless blade meeting the attack at an extremely tricky angle.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

A series of sparks flashed as Candice's swordsmanship was a pure art of killing—fast, accurate, and ruthless, each strike aimed at a vital point, carrying a deadly poison that could dissolve the soul.

Lucius, on the other hand, danced on the edge of a knife. His swordsmanship was a fusion of the elegance of the son of the emperor and the blasphemous madness bestowed upon him by Slaanesh. Every parry and counterattack was imbued with a twisted, insane beauty.

The two figures moved and collided at high speed between the sophisticated instruments and the life support capsule, so fast that they were difficult to see with the naked eye.

Candice is one of the strongest warriors in the Cult of Witches, and her speed and strength are among the best of Lucius's opponents.

But each time Candice inflicted a wound on Lucius, it only made him groan with greater pleasure, and his actions became even more unrestrained and deadly.

The grotesque, screaming faces on Lucius's armor constantly interfered with Candice's mental state, forcing her to devote most of her attention to fighting the deadly sound waves.

"What exquisite pain, what a vibrant soul!"

While parrying Candice's relentless attacks, Lucius continued to provoke her with words.

"Your screams will be the most beautiful melody I offer to the Prince of Pleasure, and your soul will be the most dazzling jewel on my armor."

Candice gritted her teeth, her attacks growing ever more ferocious, but her heart sank. Facing her natural enemy who completely countered her, this feeling of helplessness was truly disheartening for the arrogant Witch Queen.

"Drazar!" Candice cried out to her allies amidst the fierce fighting, growing increasingly exhausted.

As if in response to her call, the air not far away distorted as if boiling, and the figure of the Nightmare Lord Drazza appeared, staggering.

His armor was tattered and torn, and what shocked Candice even more was that his right arm had been severed at the shoulder and was nowhere to be found.

Derazar's gaze, hidden beneath his shadowy mask, was filled with icy killing intent and a hint of... barely concealed fear.

The Lord of Nightmares originally thought that when facing those human apes, he should show an overwhelming and domineering attitude, cutting off their heads one by one, in order to provoke Ryan Johnson.

But the warrior named Galad, through his impeccable fighting will, combat skills, and fearless spirit, managed to put Derazar in a tough fight.

Even as he was distracted by a sneak attack from another inner-circle warrior, Galad unleashed a lightning-fast decapitation strike with a power sword imbued with all his might.

De Lazar dodged the terrible sword strike, but paid the price with the loss of his arm.

When he received Victor's summons and led all the Nightmare Warriors back to the experimental base, he only saw Galad lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance. Galad's indomitable will left him with lingering fear, and he didn't even have time to finish him off.

Without a word, De Lazar gripped Half Clive's Blade tightly in his remaining left hand, transforming it into a dark storm of vengeance that hurtled towards Lucius, who was fighting Candice.

His arrival instantly relieved the pressure on Candice, but it was not enough to give Lucius an overwhelming advantage.

Lucius fought with increasing ferocity, recklessly trading blows for injuries, which made the two powerful Dark Eldar warriors feel increasingly apprehensive and uncertain.

Lucius alone held the two of them tightly, while the other sons of the emperor were slaughtering the witch spirits and nightmares with overwhelming force.

This experimental base is about to fall!

Suddenly, the three people who were fighting heard a terrifyingly loud explosion.

On the battlefield outside the Bloodling experimental base, a weapon resembling a giant black hole was deployed, unleashing its terrifying destructive power.

Whether it was the Bloodlink bio-weapon enhanced by the Heart of Plague, or the Nurgle army led by the Great Unclean One, they were all torn to shreds by that terrifying force field.

Ignoring the immense impact the gravitational singularity weapon would have on Comoros, Victor's madness instantly emptied the battlefield.

Kugas's wailing sent chills down everyone's spines. The next moment, the Great Unclean launched an even more frenzied attack, indiscriminately unleashing a devastating offensive against the Dark Eldar, humans, the Emperor's Son, and the Slaanesh army.

The entire battlefield was in complete chaos. Ryan and his men, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, issued the order to attack. They had already broken into the outer layer of the Bloodling experimental base and were now advancing towards the inner layer.

Meanwhile, Lucius had infiltrated the inner layer of the experimental base, and the Slaanesh champion was engaged in a fierce battle with two top Eldar.

The battle unfolded in a bizarre state of encirclement, with Nurgle's army surrounding humanity, humanity surrounding the Emperor's Son, and the Emperor's Son surrounding the Bloodlust and the high command of the Conspiracy.

Just as Lucius was fighting the Dark Eldar, a figure appeared silently like a ghost inside the Bloodling's experimental base.

This person was Fabius Bayer.

He ignored the bloody battle Lucius was engaged in, his gaze greedily sweeping over the precious samples spilling from the destroyed life support pods, over the flashing data streams on the control panel, and finally settling on the archive containing a large amount of experimental data on the Bloodlings.

Lucius will never die. As long as Slaanesh hasn't gotten tired of this toy, he's immortal. Slaanesh will always find a reason to resurrect him.

With Lucius holding back the Dark Eldar, Fabius could take the opportunity to have his men ransack the Bloodling's laboratory.

His face held an almost sacred focus and an uncontrollable ecstasy as he affectionately caressed the cold incubation chamber.

With the help of Bloodlink Biotechnology, his grand plan gained a more solid technological foundation.

Bayer had known for a long time that deep within the network, there was a group of masters in the fields of biochemical modification and genetics known as the Blood Actors.

But only now has he had the opportunity to get up close and personal with them.

"What a... truly breathtaking treasure trove!"

"The Bloodcraft Society, your exploration of the essence of life and your mastery of flesh and blood techniques are truly among the most brilliant jewels in the galaxy."

"But your path is full of... well... the limitations of the aliens. You have buried this precious knowledge deep in the dark web, where it has been obscured."

He opened his arms as if embracing all the knowledge of the Bloodling Experiment Base.

"You hide in the shadows of the Comoros, like rats evading the hunt of the Chaos Gods, prolonging your pathetic existence with pain and torment."

"What a waste! The knowledge you possess should have led to a revolution in life, an evolution that would make the entire galaxy tremble!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a kind of calm madness.

“I, Fabius Bayer, will inherit your legacy and surpass you.”

I want more than just these experimental data and samples… I want the crystallization of your accumulated wisdom, all your secrets about the coding of life, the essence of the soul, and the enhancement of the physical body.”

Fabius's arrival plunged the Bloodline people into a brief period of panic.

Even these masters of flesh and blood could not escape their extreme fear of Slaanesh, and this bald son of the emperor before them was undoubtedly the one chosen by Slaanesh.

Master Heliopolis forced himself to stand up and cautiously observed Bayer before him. To his surprise, the aura emanating from this son of the emperor seemed exceptionally pure.

Yes, the Blood Dancer Master could find no other suitable adjective besides "pure".

Fabius was clearly the leader of those imperial sons who had fallen into the arms of Slaanesh, yet he showed no trace of being corrupted by the warp.

He does indeed exude a morbid, decadent, and radical air, but this air comes entirely from himself, not from any external infusion or contamination.

Even at their first meeting, Master Bloodcraft could tell that Bayer was completely different from the other sons of emperors.

This eerie feeling left the Blood Spirits completely baffled.

Is it possible for someone to remain pure and independent after joining the Warp?

“It seems we are kindred spirits. I am Heliopolis, the master of the Blood Puppet, Fabius Bayer.”

Blood Spirit lowered his voice and spoke to Bayer.

"Fellow travelers? Perhaps. If you could give up everything and pursue the truth like me, we might actually have something in common."

Bayer simply waved his hand, and those of the Emperor's sons around him who were relatively normal and had not undergone obvious flesh and blood mutations immediately suppressed their desires and remained restrained and calm.

"I hope to gain all the knowledge from you, but I prefer to do so in a gentler way rather than through barbarity and violence."

However, the Blood Dancer Master did not answer Bayer, but instead seized upon one of the words the other used.

"Truth?" the Blood Man scoffed.

"The warp also speaks of truth. I thought the truth of your human imperial empire had long been thrown into the junkyard for burning and burying."

Bayer wasn't angry; he simply said calmly.

"Truth is an idea that does not change with the environment."

"I don't care about the subspace, nor do I care about the real universe. All I care about is creating the new humanity I envision."

"I am an Astartes, but more than anything, I am a human being."

"Everything I do is to help my people continue to evolve so that they can face the ever-emerging threats and challenges."

"Whether it's the Astartes, the Imperial Guard, or other humans, none of them can be called perfect. Even the Primarch, in my opinion, is just a step away from perfection."

The scene suddenly became a bit strange.

Lucius is locked in a life-or-death struggle with the succubi of the Witchcraft Cult and the Blademaster of the Nightmare Order, while the Emperor's Son battles the Witchcraft Cult and the Nightmares. Meanwhile, Fabius Bayer is engaged in a lively discussion with the Bloodthirsty Master.

"In your eyes, even Primarchs are not perfect life forms?" Master Bloodwalker was intrigued by Bayer's words.

Perhaps before this, the Bloodwalkers held a disdainful attitude towards the so-called Primarchs.

Compared to the history of the Aidaling race, which spans tens of millions of years, humanity, which has only been in the Star Sea for a mere 20,000 years, is truly insignificant.

And how powerful could the creation of the leader of this insignificant human race, a powerful psychic ape called the Emperor, possibly be?

But it wasn't until Ryan and his team stormed into the Comoros and swiftly destroyed the bio-weapons created by the Bloodlings that these Fleshmasters realized that the Primarchs were indeed unimaginably powerful.

Perhaps only their Eldar's former Pantheon could contend with the Primarchs who had unleashed the true nature of the Warp.

The Comoros may seem powerful now, but in reality, they can't find any entity that can rival the Primarch.

Even the defector Eldar Phoenix Lord Drazar only managed to fight one of Ryan's Astartes to a draw. With that kind of strength, Ryan would probably kill him in a few moves.

This is truly tragic; their strongest warrior and humanity's strongest warrior are not even on the same level.

A smile appeared on Bayer's face, a smile he only showed when he met someone like-minded.

"Yes, even the Primarch has flaws."

"If we consider the Primarch as a new human, but this new human is unable to reproduce and expand its population, then it is undoubtedly a failed race."

“Since the end of the Great Rebellion, I have been trying to clone the Primarch. It’s difficult, but not without a clue.”

"However, cloning the Primarch is not my ultimate goal. I want to break through the limits of the Emperor and create... a female Primarch, breaking that ancient and rigid template. This will be the ultimate breakthrough in life forms!"

He paused for a moment, then his eyes flashed with an almost burning, fanatical light.

"Of course, to achieve this requires my understanding of the essence of life to reach its ultimate level, which I am far from qualified for now."

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere in my pursuit of truth. I need to learn, I need to improve, and I need to pave my path to truth step by step."

“You’re a madman, Bayer,” the Blood Man Master praised sincerely.

Although they are enemies on opposing sides at this moment, Bayer's scientific spirit is exactly the same as theirs.

A feeling of mutual appreciation flowed between the two of them.

"If you obtained our knowledge and technology, what would you do?"

Fabius Bayer turned his gaze to the mad emperor's son and then answered.

"The Primarch is a monument on my path to truth. Before that, I will first prove a simplified version of the problem."

"The Primarch is the genetic template of Astartes, which Astartes obtained from its own genetic father, but it is a weakened version of the traits that has been castrated and weakened countless times."

"To create a progenitor that can reproduce, we must first create an Astartes that can reproduce."

Fabius Bayer's declaration of ambition was like a black hole bomb dropped in the center of a chaotic battlefield.

A Primarch clone? A female Space Marine? This is fucking... hell!
Such insane blasphemy even caused Candice and De La Zar, who were in the midst of fierce battle, to pause for a moment, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

They dared not imagine whether the Astartes, if capable of reproducing on their own, would be a race superior to the Eldar.

After all, if Astartes can reproduce, then they are clearly no longer the same kind of creature as humans, but some kind of superior new species.

Even Lucius, who was enjoying the thrill of the battle, paused for a moment, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes at Fabius's grand and insane ambition.

Having ambition alone is meaningless, but who can guarantee that Fabius Bayer, this research fanatic, doesn't have the matching ability?

(End of this chapter)