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Fabius Bayer.

This name is well-known both inside and outside the Empire - because he is a member of the traitorous Legion Emperor's Sons and is the Apothecary among them. And compared to his companions, he is more chilling. But what makes him really so famous

The reason is not just that.

If I were to describe his history in detail, it would be a waste of word count. But there are still some things that need to be said.

This man can be considered a mad scientist, a super hybrid of all mad scientists. His madness is long-standing, even beginning before the Emperor's Children betrayed him.

During the Horus Heresy, he did things that even made his own legion despise him. Fabius Bayer changed the chemical reactions of his brothers' brains, enhancing their senses and multiplying the stimulation they received.

.How he did this, no one knows yet.

However, one thing is undeniable - Fabius Bayer's actions accelerated their fall to Slaanesh. This is undoubtedly true. What is even more incomprehensible is that he himself does not really believe in Chaos.

Four gods.

He... felt that the Four Gods of Chaos would bring uncertainty to his scientific research.

This is something that even traitors like him cannot understand, and his distortion and cruelty are even intolerable to Chaos believers. Many people want to kill him. But they have not succeeded. His status is really transcendent -

—Fabius Bayer has terrifying cloning technology.

His biotechnology can turn ordinary defense troops into violent super soldiers, or use evil cloning technology to cultivate thousands of "perfect soldiers" in a few months. After entering the Eye of Terror, his skills are even more affected.

He has won the favor of many Chaos Legions.

The reason is that he can use the tainted gene-seed to create more Chaos Space Marines. This is extremely important - you know, the Traitors don't have much to replace them.

He has many deeds, some of which are prohibited from being spread by the empire, and those who violate them will be regarded as heretics and executed. But the emperor himself does not know how, and he knows everything about it, so He Shenyan also knows everything about it.

Fabius pursued only one thing in his life. He wanted to copy the Emperor's scientific achievements and create his own Astartes. Although most of his experiments ended in the death or deformation of the subjects.

It ended, but he still succeeded a few times.

Before cloning his own Primarch Fulgrim, he had cloned another Primarch many times at Fulgrim's request.

The Primarch of the Iron Hands, Ferrus Manus.

Manus was brutally killed by Fulgrim during the Horus Heresy, and the funny thing is that even though Fulgrim did it himself, he was completely crushed by the death of Manus.

Fallen into an accomplice of Chaos.

He has always hoped that Manus can be resurrected, and firmly believes that Manus can understand his cause and that they can become brothers again in the realm of chaos. This is a completely incomprehensible idea that even Fabius finds too blasphemous.

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But he quickly put the matter behind him - just kidding, cloning the Primarch! How could he say no?

After a long period of experimentation, he succeeded.

According to rumors, Fulgrim was overjoyed when he saw the cloned Manus for the first time. But Manus was not happy at all. Thanks to the memory inheritance of the originals, he immediately

After understanding his situation, he began to curse Fulgrim loudly.

He rebuked Fulgrim's shameful behavior with extremely fierce words, laughed at his weakness and incompetence, and abandoned his disgusting new body. Fulgrim became angry and immediately killed Manus, a dramatic scene

Here he is - he regretted it after killing him.

Then he asked Fabius, who was watching, to do it again. He believed that after this failure, he would be more careful with his words and would definitely be able to change his brother's mind.

According to gossip, Fabius's thought at the time was: Damn it, the original body is really a lunatic.

But he still did it, and no matter how many times Manus was resurrected, he would always scold Fulgrim, always maintaining his firm faith in the Emperor and humanity. No matter how Fulgrim knew it or moved him emotionally.

It was no use to Eli. He was killed again and again and resurrected again and again, but he never surrendered.

Things came to an end very quickly. The second Primarch that Fabius Bayer chose to clone was Horus himself. Yes, it was the Chaos Warmaster who started the rebellion.

This move was unacceptable even to Horus' successor Abaddon, who loudly rebuked Fabius's behavior, calling it "blasphemy", and then destroyed all Horus clones.

After that, Fabius, who lost his backer, cloned himself, and he was active in the galaxy and continued to study many of them. The third original body he cloned was none other than Fulgrim himself.

And it was Fulgrim who had never fallen.

Like other clones, this Fulgrim matured quickly. With the memory inheritance ability in his genes, he quickly learned what he had done before and the current situation of the empire. He deeply regretted what he had done before.

He was deeply disgusted by what he had done and vowed to kill himself and all other Chaos traitors.

There was another person present at the time.

The Endless One, Trazin.

This is why he has such a collection - it is worth mentioning that at that time, many betrayed and fallen members of the Emperor's Children almost followed Fulgrim's footsteps and returned to the Empire. Unfortunately, then,

When Fabius sold him to Trazin, their hope of redemption was once again dashed.

Angron's expression was very strange.

He sighed and said: "It seems that no matter which world he is in, Fabius Bayer is bound to have the habit of eating shit. He will always be a low-quality scum."

"What? Is he like this in your world?"

Angron's answer was a cold snort.

He rubbed his face, not like a demigod, but more like an ordinary mortal, tired and uneasy: "Then, who can guarantee that this Fulgrim will not be as corrupt as his original body?"

He Shenyan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he smiled: "You seem to have little confidence in him."

Angron's voice was extremely cold, and his words were so rational that they were almost inhumane: "I don't have the Butcher's Nail, I didn't grow up as a slave gladiator, I wasn't forced to teleport and witness the death of my brother with my own eyes.

That's why I didn't fall - if I had been through that, I can't guarantee I would still be loyal."

He smiled calmly: "If my guess is correct, the Fulgrim in this world is probably a little different from the one I know."

He Shenyan just listened quietly. As long as he wanted to, he could be a very good psychotherapist.

"The Fulgrim I knew was caught in a trap. He was imprisoned by a group of Dark Eldar for several years. He was tortured inhumanly. When he was found, his tongue was pulled out and he could hardly speak.

, his throat was poisoned, and his voice sounded unpleasant and terrible."

"His face was covered with scars, his beauty was completely gone, and he looked more terrifying than anything else. He was almost crippled and completely unable to stand on his own - but he still didn't give in."

Angron's voice was very soft: "Even when he was like this, he never cried - until he asked the people who rescued him, what happened to his brother, what happened to the empire and mankind. When he heard the tragic reality,

Fulgrim shed tears for the first time since he was captured and tortured."

"So, the Fulgrim I know and this Fulgrim are undoubtedly two completely different people."

"They have the same name and the same appearance. But fundamentally, they may be completely different on the inside. Frankly speaking, I don't think there is any evidence of corruption. This Fulgrim will stick to his faith and loyalty. He is a

Clones."

The mage leaned back, sat in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"We'll see, Angron... Although he has Fulgrim's memory, he's probably just a baby. We still have time to let him grow into what he should be, what do you think?"

He smiled and said: "Perhaps we should believe the weight of the oath spoken by the original body, even if he is a clone. After all, he swore to destroy his own body and all traitors."

Angron fell into silence. He stopped talking, just stood up and walked away silently. He Shenyan did not try to persuade him to stay. He knew that what Angron needed most now was silence.

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Trazin wanted to use the invisibility function on his black robe to take a walk around this terrifyingly large ship. But a voice came from above him: "It doesn't have to be like this, Your Majesty the Endless One, you have been obscured by the illusion.

Moreover, there are few people on board, so you can walk around and I will give you tips."

"Ah...are you some kind of artificial intelligence?"

"Negative, Your Excellency the Endless One." The neutral voice said. "I am the center of the array, responsible for controlling various parts of the ship's hull."

"The center of the magic circle?"

"I'm sorry that I can't explain this to you in detail."

"Is this the order from Mr. He Shenyan?"

"Negative, he said: 'Mr. Trazin will understand.'"

Trazin almost wanted to smile - if he could still.

"Alas." He sighed.

The ancient undead stared out the window at the unchanging dark landscape, looking at the fragments of asteroids, planets and ship hulls. They streaked across his vision-capturing instrument, and then quickly disappeared. Trazin did not speak for a long time.

Just stand there.

The faint blue light shone on his black robe, and the cold metal body of the Necron did not move at all.

I don't know how long it took before he spoke again: "...the center of the magic circle, right?"

"Affirmative, Your Excellency the Endless One."

"How long have you...been created?"

"Less than a year, Your Excellency the Endless One."

"Have you ever thought about changing your body?"

"Negative, Your Excellency the Endless One, the meaning of my existence is to enable the Revenge to better kill human enemies-other than that, I have nothing else to ask for."

Trazin clapped his hands in approval: "That's great, you still have a goal."

He took another step and walked on the long, seemingly endless silver bridge: "Please allow me to stroll around alone. Thank you, the center of the array."

"You're welcome, Mr. Trazin."

The sound of the magic circle seemed to be a little gentler.