This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 188 Different Trajectories (5.8k words in two parts)

In the forty-first millennium, on a world of an old Eldar woman located within the Eye of Fear, unmarked by any power.

Fabius Bayer, the chief apothecary of the Emperor's Son, is busy in his mobile laboratory.

His pale, corpse-like fingers operated on the gene culture tank that shimmered with an eerie green light. Strange fluorescent liquid flowed through the writhing biological tubing, and as the sophisticated instruments operated, this liquid was precisely injected into twitching bodies.

He was fulfilling a special order from the Primarch, just one of the countless commissions he had accepted during his millennia-long exile.

On the laboratory walls, dozens of distorted experimental subjects floated in culture chambers, unconsciously slapping against the reinforced glass and making dull thuds.

These are failures.

Looking at those twisted and deformed bodies, Fabius frowned and irritably plucked out a few strands of hair, making his already sparse hair even thinner.

"Miruyuki."

He called out to his daughter, whom he had created by fusing several genes.

"Father."

A woman with a beautiful face and two horns on her head, resembling a demon, walked into the laboratory.

Fabius turned his head and looked at the 'new human' he had envisioned, a rare hint of gentleness appearing in his usually indifferent eyes.

He pointed to those deformed creations.

"Recycle them, but be careful not to destroy the original cells."

"Yes."

Meilu nodded slightly, but her gaze involuntarily lingered on a special culture jar.

Through the murky nutrient solution, a resolute, sculpted face could be vaguely seen.

The Primarch has returned.

Fabius noticed her gaze, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Don't go out."

He warned in a low voice, fearing that the corrupt and twisted existence of Fugrim would lead his daughter astray.

"Yes, Father."

Fabius only turned and left the laboratory after confirming that his daughter would obey orders.

The Primarch's commission is now on track, and he can relax a bit and organize his thoughts.

As the elevator shaft slowly ascended, Fabius Bayer scanned the neatly arranged culture chambers below through the heavy observation window.

Each chamber was soaked in various colored nutrient solutions, with his 'masterpieces' from the past ten thousand years floating inside.

Some retained their perfect human form, while others were twisted into terrifying shapes that would even make the Chaos Demons take notice.

In the years following the Horus Rebellion, the old Chinese doctor traveled throughout the galaxy, providing technical services and military replenishment to various rebellious warlords and Chaos Lords in exchange for human subjects for experiments and various ancient technical texts.

He even went to Comoros, the capital of the Dark Eldar, to become an apprentice of the Bloodwalkers in order to learn more techniques.

But soon, the rulers of various powers, including the empire, began to regret their actions.

Fabius's numerous experimental creations gradually infiltrated many imperial planets during this process, assisting him in carrying out various conspiracies and concealing his own tracks, and choosing the right time to ruthlessly betray his former benefactors.

From then on, Fabius made countless enemies throughout the galaxy. For thousands of years, numerous forces, including the human empire, the Chaos Warband, and the Eldar, have been hunting down this 'Master of Flesh and Blood'.

But in the end, Fabius survived and eventually built an alliance of apothecaries from various rebel legions, and acquired several worlds within the Eye of Terror as bases for his activities.

"Hmph~ Ah—"

As the laboratory door slowly opened, a melodious sound interrupted Fabius's thoughts.

A warrior of the Emperor's Son is bound to a specially made interrogation chair.

Twelve sophisticated robotic arms extended from the back of the chair, each connected to a syringe that shimmered with an eerie glow. The needles precisely pierced the gaps in his joints, injecting Fabius's specially prepared mixture into his nerve bundles.

This should have been an agonizing torture, but the soldier tilted his head back, breathing heavily with a look of excitement and agitation on his face.

It had been a long time since I'd felt this. Although the sensation was as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito's wings, it still brought a sliver of feeling back to my stiff body.

Teremalon Lyra, son of the Emperor and dueling master, currently serves in the Black Legion.

Since his defeat in the Gothic Wars, Abaddon had been preparing for his thirteenth Black Crusade.

But recently, it seems that these people whose brains have been intoxicated by chaos have been collectively possessed, and strange things have been happening one after another within the chaos camp.

Peturabo and Vashtor, who were responsible for providing weapons and equipment to the various Chaos Warbands, were both caught in a production standstill.

What's even more ridiculous is that when the Chaos Warmaster personally came to urge delivery, he was beaten half to death by the enraged Iron Lord and is now hiding in the Vengeful Spirit to recover from his injuries, which has led to a surge in the number of ambitious individuals challenging for the Warmaster's position recently.

In a fit of anger, Abaddon abandoned the subsequent orders and instead transferred souls and population to Fabius Bayer in order to obtain more gene seeds from him for replenishing his ranks.

Leila was in charge of this transaction.

Or rather, he fought for this opportunity.

After being defeated by Iskandar Kayan, the Thousand Sons wizard under Abaddon's command, Lyra's five senses were blocked by psychic powers because she coveted his dark Eldar girlfriend.

This prevented him from experiencing any pleasure in his subsequent activities. The impulses from his nerves were forcibly suppressed by his psychic energy, like a screen with its power cut off, leaving only empty darkness.

This directly led to the transformation of the once noisy and elegant swordsman into a dull and rigid machine.

Taking this opportunity, he chose to seek help from the traditional Chinese medicine doctor to restore his senses.

Coincidentally, Bayer was also curious about the spells of the Thousand Sons Wizard, and in order to have more means to control the Slaanesh followers in the future, Fabius generously provided his help.

"It's really sad."

Fabius tapped Lyra's stiff knee, which didn't even elicit a basic knee-jerk reflex.

Twelve mechanical arms suddenly pierced his spine, the churning silver-gray liquid in the syringes fiercely battling against the subspace shackles.

Laila's spine suddenly stiffened, and a broken groan escaped her throat.

He trembled, his face, hooked by the collar, displaying different expressions every second, sometimes excited, sometimes angry.

"How does it feel?"

He asked knowingly.

“Better than ever.”

Leila's trembling fingers touched her cheek, and the return of her sense of touch almost brought her to tears.

Especially, especially in the presence of the Primarch.

He never expected that a simple transaction would lead to a long-awaited encounter with the Primarch.

The intense stimulation made him truly unable to resist.

"very good."

As his offspring climbed toward the peak, Fulgrim's serpent tail suddenly lashed out, precisely snatching the potion jar attached to Lyra's spine.

With a soft "pop," the familiar sense of disruption returned, as if someone had suddenly turned off the volume of Lyra's world.

"do not want!"

A scream pierced the laboratory dome as he writhed wildly, chains scraping against the adamantine operating table, sending up ear-piercing sparks.

"Don't pick it! Don't pick it!"

wow~
The frantic struggle tightened the chains.

Teremalon Leila began to scream and struggle frantically, like a gambler about to lose his last chip.

Fugrim used the tip of his tail to hook the potion, and then held it up and shook it in front of his offspring.

Wow!

Leila leaped into the air.

With a sticky, tearing sound, he ripped the twelve mechanical arms off his spine, pulling out a large bundle of nerve bundles and muscle fibers.

Thanks to the blessing of the warp, such exaggerated injuries were not fatal. The despair of being thrown back into the sensory wasteland drove this former dueling master to pounce on the Primarch like a mad beast.

"Hey~"

Foghrim deftly dodged the attack.

Lyra staggered past the medicine canister and collapsed heavily into a pool of blood, the splattered blood blooming into a string of dark red flowers on the metal floor.

A suffocating silence.

Lyra was no longer as excited as before. In just a moment, the Emperor's Sword Saint, who had been incredibly excited just moments before, suddenly became very tired. Her cheek pressed against the cold ground, she let her blood soak half of her face.

His pupils were dilated, and his gaze was vacant, as if his soul had been sucked out.

"Give her to me, Father, give her to me."

His face was buried in his own blood as he weakly pleaded.

"If you want it, then come and get it yourself."

Fugrim flicked the potion at the tip of his tail, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, as a morbid longing rekindled in his offspring's dull eyes.

Laila immediately stood up weakly and lunged toward the potion not far away.

The Primarch once again deftly dodged.

It really looks like the owner is playing with a dog.

Puchi~
Lyra, having missed her target once again, arrived at Forgrim's feet and, with great difficulty, raised her head to plead desperately.

“Give her to me, Father, for the sake of my loyalty to you, I beg you.”

Forgrim remained unmoved, merely watching Lyra with interest.

The pain of gaining and then losing was so unbearable that in despair, Lyra suddenly turned to Fabius, crawled on all fours, and kowtowed and begged.

"Please, for the sake of the Primarch, plead for me."

"Look at yourself now, devoid of honor and self-respect."

Fabius kicked away Lyra's outstretched hand and cursed.

"You're like a beast in heat."

"Yes, I am livestock, I have no honor. Say whatever you want, I just want you to give me the potion."

Lyra chuckled and echoed, her crushed hand twitching, but her gaze remained fixed on the swaying potion.

“Oh, my dear offspring, it’s that kind of look in her eyes, she’s so captivating.”

Fugrim's aria was suddenly interrupted by a howling gust of wind.

"Shut up, too!"

The Torture Scepter lashed out at the Primarch, and as the demon residing within trembled in terror, Forgrim deftly dodged the blow.

Look, he is so powerful that even a mere touch sends countless demons trembling with fear. He could easily crush me and trample me underfoot, but now he is avoiding my attacks. Simply because he needs something from me.

Fabius despised these slaves who had fallen into chaos, and he also despised the father of the corrupt genes.

This flesh-and-blood master, who is seen by countless people as utterly depraved and utterly wicked, is indeed an unwavering supporter of the imperial truth.

"Fine, fine, what can I do when I need something from them?"

Fugrim raised his four hands in surrender, but the snake tail still playfully shook the potion jar.

"."

Fabius remained silent and passed the experimental data to the Primarch.

The data panel streaked through the air in a cold light before being deftly caught by Fugrim's serpent tail.

The Primarch browsed the genetic map on the screen with pleasure, slightly raising his hand and waving it past Lyra, who was trying to snatch the potion. When he saw the sequence data labeled "Ferus Manus," a morbid nostalgia flashed in his snake eyes.

"No, this isn't right."

As the gaze shifts downwards, the tip of Forgrim's tail suddenly stiffens, and the data pad cracks from being squeezed.

"I don't want Ryan—I want Arthur."

“I don’t have his sample.”

Fabius replied indifferently.

He had just learned from his cheap father that the Emperor had secretly created four more Primarchs, and this madman in front of him had set his sights on one of them.

“I told you, he’s not that arrogant guy Ryan. He’s the kind of person who’s very restrained.”

Forgrim began to describe to Fabius his ideal version of him again, and the previously amiable Forgrim immediately turned sarcastic and bitter.

Fabius quickly operated the machine to begin the simulation, attempting to capture the information left behind by the other party in the subspace.

"This kind?"

A figure fighting in the forest.

"wrong."

"This kind?"

A solemn figure standing in the Knights Hall.

"wrong!"

Why is it all Ryan?

The Primarch suddenly erupted, tearing the holographic projection apart with four hands, and crimson mist condensed around him into a blurry humanoid outline.

A slender figure, a slightly lowered head, and eyes that are always calm and undisturbed, like the surface of a green lake.

"Arthur! I want Arthur!"

His voice suddenly softened again, as if afraid of disturbing the phantom.

"Calm and restrained, without a trace of extremism"

The serpent demon gently coiled around that ethereal outline.

"That is the most dazzling star in the long darkness."

Now, Forgrim is like a fanatical collector, obsessed with his imagined perfect collection, indifferent to the Black Legion's battle situation and the will of the Chaos Gods.

He doesn't care about anyone and doesn't want anyone to disturb his plans for enjoyment.

This gave Fabius a headache.

Without a genetic sample, without a fragment of the soul, and without personality profile data, what nonsense are you spouting with just your mouth?

Fabius disgustedly swatted away the hand that Vograim had extended in front of him.

"If you're really crazy, go to Terra Palace and wreck the Emperor's lab for me, or give me something useful. Otherwise, do you expect me to create a Primarch out of thin air?"

The laboratory suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Lyra huddled in the corner, her breath caught in her throat. No one had expected anyone to dare say such a thing to the Primarch.

But Forgrim was laughing, and his snake scales trembled with laughter.

"Then go find it! Haven't I told you everything?"

"I'll be there."

A completely new Primarch, and he appears to be a 'normal person'.

Fabius felt he needed to take a look, so he turned and walked toward the control panel, hovering his finger over the red button.

"Then I'll destroy Number One."

"Don't!"

Fugrim quickly stopped him.

Trying something new once in a while is fine too.

What's wrong with my brother? He's just as bad as ever!

Look at him, trapped on the precipice of desire, unable to even see how depraved he has become.

Fabius found it unbearable to watch, then put away his instruments and cursed:

"Damn Chaos slaves."

But I am different.

You are no different.

“I admit I am a slave.”

Fugrim was surprisingly calm.

"Formerly a slave of the Chemos Miners' Lord, then a slave of the Emperor, and now a slave of the Lord of Pleasure~"

He casually accepted the two incubation tanks brought by the Pain Engine, letting the precious medicine shatter into crystalline fragments on the ground. When he saw the embryo floating in the tank, the Primarch suddenly revealed a childlike smile—it was a perfect sample with black hair.

The naive child is self-righteous, thinking himself superior to the blessings of the gods and that he has never obeyed their will.

Those distorted experimental subjects, those blasphemous creations—aren't they all footprints leading deeper into darkness?

He was even complacent, believing that his madness still belonged to "science" and to the truth of the empire.

Others always repeat the same mistakes, falling repeatedly on the same error, but Bayer creates new ones.

It's amusing how they think they can escape the great game of chaos.

Forgrim knew very well that from the moment he allowed Slaanesh's whispers to his ears on István III, there was no turning back.

This universe is nothing more than a playground for the gods, and even the Primarchs are just slightly larger puppets.

In that case——

Why not enjoy it?
As Lyra, whose magic failed, continued to plunge the spikes of her mechanical arm into her skull and bone marrow in an attempt to gain deeper stimulation, only to have her emotions forcibly suppressed time and again by the psychic blockade, began to descend into madness.

Savoring this twisted emotion, Fugrim will travel to the material universe to offer the sacrifice for his arrival and to have the command of his brother etched into Lyra's mind.

Only by walking the path of carrying out orders can this swordsman gradually regain his senses.

Then the snake demon let out a maniacal laugh and turned to leave.

He gave the emperor's sons ample power of choice, but didn't these offspring all indulge in depravity and self-destruction?

I will find you.

The slimy body left a wet trail in the subspace.

'My brothers and children remain pure!'

He was a little impatient.
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Operation codename "Eternal Loyalty"

Nature: Phase Task Briefing

Timestamp: ████ Year ██ Month ██ Day 13:13
Intelligence level: Classified (Level IV)
Practical Application of Technical Reserves (Joint Report by Steelwing, Flamewing, and Pentagram Cultivation Association)

Mission objective: To conduct weapon experiments through battlefield calculations and to put operational plans into practice.

Completion Status: Exceeded
Details: The local armed forces on the surface were successfully annihilated, the think tank's combat capabilities were validated, and the combat data, including the 'Spirit Forging' series of war weapons, was entered into the system. Surveillance spells were also implanted within the 'park'.

Follow-up plans: Continue to promote weapons development and build an independent psionic training system.

Alpharis Elimination Plan (Joint Report by the Six Wings and the Nine Major Orders)
Mission objective: Eliminate the Alpha Warband, including the 'Children of the First Return,' which are entrenched on various planets in the southern part of the Extreme Starfield, and eradicate their local influence.

Completion Status: Basically Achieved
Details: 81 core members were killed, 863 people were annihilated, a number of ordinary armed forces were destroyed, and 26 armed strongholds were destroyed. However, the core leader, "Son of the First Return," is suspected of escaping through unknown means.

The operation exposed the Legion's manpower shortage, resulting in the crash of two Stormbirds (the wreckage has been melted down).

Follow-up plan: trace the target's escape route and take over the AlphaRes intelligence network.
Fallen Angels and their offspring (Reported by Deathwing and Flamewing)
Mission Objective: Annihilate the Fallen Angels and their subordinate agencies located in the Extreme Starfield.
Completion Status: Risk Achieved

Details: The Fallen Angels have largely recovered their static positions. Some members exhibited uncontrollable brainwave phenomena during the attack, identified as inner Fallen Angels. Information regarding their unknown location has been sent. Traces have been urgently dealt with, and there is currently no risk of exposure. It is recommended that Think Tank No. 131 undergo retraining.

Note: A plan to prevent the fall of angels must be submitted to the Roundtable Council within 48 hours, and you must cover up your own traces.

Dawnwing Security Construction (Joint Report from Ravenwing, Flamewing, and Pentagram Guilds)
Mission objective: To monitor and infiltrate Alpha's internal systems and build an independent intelligence network.
Completion Status: Basically Achieved
Details: Having successfully entered the 'Children of the First Return System', they are establishing communication lines with other Alpha Warbands, and the coordination process with Wings of Pioneers is going smoothly. They have now fully taken over the regulatory agreement.

Note: A countermeasure plan for the extreme warrior needs to be developed to prevent the opponent from vying for power.

Notes on abnormal events:

Intercepted Chaos Warband communications contain recurring coded messages related to "the formless and intangible Lord, annihilation, and hunting," which are suspected to be related to Ramses' recent demon-capturing activities. It is recommended to raise the warp control alert level to orange.

Unconfirmed third-party forces detected communication fluctuations simultaneously in four mission areas, and the signature matched the operation number of the First Company of the Alpha Legion from ten thousand years ago.

Next phase focus:

Concentrate resources to analyze and apply the Eldar technology, prioritize eliminating the remaining forces of the 'Children of the First Return', expand our own forces, and the Six Wings and their various guilds need to optimize their action plans in the future and submit contingency plans within 48 hours.

Once everything was reported, the gates of the Sanctuary of the Angels of Redemption slowly opened.

Arthur parted ways with his warriors and walked into the sterilization chamber.

"Well done, thank you."

Before leaving, Arthur said with a smile.

That smile instantly brought life to his cold, stern face, like ripples suddenly spreading across a frozen lake.

"my pleasure."

Zabril bowed in greeting.

　P.S.: Regarding Rellano, his short film did not show a detailed timeline, but the description of Rellano's card in the Warhammer card game mentions the 41st millennium, still without a detailed timeline. So, given the GW's vague timeline, I've simply made it up to make the story flow smoothly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)