Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 229 The Last Primarch
"Holy crap, why is his head—no, why are his ears so pointed?"

After numerous attempts to break out, counter-breakouts, and even strategic deception, Horus finally brought Omega back. As soon as he penetrated deep into the heart of the empire, he immediately fled to Tranquility with his sworn brothers.

After all, going to the doctor when you're sick is the normal way for all normal people to deal with it. You can't just hand the patient over to cultists and have them do some kind of blasphemous witchcraft, can you?

That's ridiculous. Horus is an Imperial Warmaster who believes in Imperial truth. Even if he doesn't have the ability to heal the Primarch, he should at least know how to put him in a stasis field to lie dead.

Horus knew Mordred would ask such a question, and he said he didn't know! He was already unconscious when he was rescued, and now he was breathing more than he was taking in air.

As a veteran military doctor of the empire, Master Mo certainly lived up to expectations and quickly diagnosed the problem with Omega:
You might not believe it, but he's malnourished!

“Malnutrition?”

Horus was shocked. Among the known Primarchs, Mortalian was probably the one who had suffered the most. He had never eaten a full meal since he was a child and was treated like a dog by the Xenomorphs every day. Even though he had made up for it now, he was still as thin as a stick.

Horus gets a headache when Mortarion is mentioned. His brother is good at everything, except for his appetite, which makes the entire legion like a glutton.

Including Russ, the whole group is a bunch of good-for-nothings. Every time we take them on an expedition, the fleet's food reserves are depleted at an alarming rate.

Horus understood, though. After all, they had starved as children, so it was no big deal for them to retaliate by eating too much as adults. The empire was vast and rich, more than enough to support a few gluttons.

But if you're talking about malnutrition, Omega doesn't look malnourished at all; it even looks a bit chubby.

However, Mordred stated that it was indeed malnourished, and its circulatory system was extremely developed, indicating that it had been drained of blood for many years and was essentially raised as a breeding pig. You would also gain weight in such a situation!

"As for these ears," Mordred pulled up Alpha's genetic map and compared it with Omega's, "Do you understand now?"

"I don't understand (very loudly!)"

The Primarch does indeed possess super intelligence, learning everything exceptionally quickly. Even Horus has a rather sophisticated gene-modification skill. However, everyone has their own expertise, and Horus immediately revealed a clear-eyed foolishness.

They pulled out two Rick cigarettes, ignoring all lab rules, and squatted in the corner, puffing away.
"According to my analysis, Omega has probably suffered from genetic contamination. I have only seen this phenomenon in another brother of the Omega."

But you probably don't remember, since the weasel erased everyone's memories. That guy was Prison 11, currently serving time in the palace dungeon, waiting to be resurrected.

Seeing that Mordred wasn't in a hurry, Horus felt relieved and asked, "Won't the genetic contamination cause problems?"

"Of course! This is genetic pollution, not physical plastic surgery. Do you think I'm joking?"

Mordred looked at Horus with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, as if he were looking at some bald Oglin, but then added:

"There are no major problems. It doesn't matter if the ears are a little pointed."

As for why he turned out this way? I'm not Conan, how could I possibly deduce it? Maybe it was Xue Lianren's doing.

However, on another note, I remember that before the Terran unification war, Old Man Huang often hung out with a certain Eldar prophet and even studied in the Comoros.

Perhaps thinking of something interesting, Dred casually flicked the ash from his cigarette and whispered:
"Blood-Pity's skills are indeed impressive. He managed to bypass Old Man Huang's technological blockade and add a genetic code to Omega, which means..."

"That's what you said!"

Mordred curled his lip, his eyes showing no regret, only an infinite longing for heretical knowledge: "In other words, it is very likely that a psionic-specialized demi-human space warrior will emerge."

This is absolutely a miracle in genetic engineering, and even I admire this ingenious idea of ​​using a borrowed chicken to lay an egg.

In comparison, Dar's technical capabilities seemed rather crude. Apart from the First Legion and Atlas, all details of the Battle of Randan had been erased from his memory. Horus, of course, couldn't understand, but he vaguely remembered that there was indeed a room marked 11 in the palace prison.

But while the two brothers were chatting, Omega, who was lying on the operating table receiving a lot of nutrients, slowly woke up. The first thing he said made people feel that this guy had a story.

"I, I, I'm going to scatter them!"

Due to the Primarch's special senses, Omega recognized the two men as his brothers at a glance, and even inhaled a couple of puffs of secondhand smoke.

Through Omega's explanation, the two finally learned what the kid had gone through. After listening, even Mordred couldn't help but sigh, "This kid is really unlucky!"

Like all Primarchs, Omega was also flung across the galaxy by the warp storm, unlike his good brother Alpha who landed directly at the laboratory entrance.

However, in other worlds where Primarchs fell, even Barbalus had native humans. Only Omega was thrown onto Blackbean Sprout's raiding ship.

What followed was rather abstract. Omega was adopted by the leader of the conspiracy group that Horus had defeated, and for the first five years, he lived a life as carefree as Guilliman.

Although his body was in the Comoros, his heart was with the Empire. Omega had already prepared to escape, but he didn't expect that just as he was about to run away, a human ship suddenly fell from the sky and almost killed him.

The so-called leader of the conspiracy group never really treated Omega as a person; he only cultivated him as a tool.

If the Primarch had really gone berserk, Omega might have run away, but what can he do when he was half-dead from being hit by a car?

They were imprisoned and subjected to nightly revelry, with blood being drawn from them every day to be used as lab rats.

Sometimes they are even used to entertain guests.

Upon hearing this, Mordred subconsciously swallowed.

"Did you even see which bastard hit you?"

"I don't know, but I remember it was a very, very big ship, especially the ram, which had a really silly smiley face painted on it."

"That's good! No, it's too awful. Don't worry, now that your second brother is here, I will definitely not let you suffer anymore. Leave this to me, I guarantee I will find out the truth for you."

Although he didn't know much about him, Omega could still sense the concern in his words and concluded that his brother, whom he had only met for less than five minutes, must be a good person.

"elder brother!"

"Little brother, you've suffered so much!"

The three brothers embraced and wept, a sight that would earn them praise for their brotherly love and harmony.

"Second brother, I was just about to ask you, are you very hot? Why are you sweating!"

Upon hearing this, Horus turned to look at Mordred, and indeed, as Omega had said, Mordred was sweating profusely.

"Really? It must be because the weather is too humid. It's the rainy season in Ningjing right now, so it's normal for the air to be a bit humid. You should rest well and don't move around too much. I'll go call the weasel right now."

As soon as the lab doors closed, Mordred immediately summoned his top henchman, Brian, through the mind network:
"Good boy, hurry up and get the Abomination out of here. And remember to wash off the graffiti on the ram."

(End of this chapter)