Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Horus withdrew all his attention and guessed the man's identity.

That was the Father, the Lord of Men, the old man of the gods on the golden throne.

"Why, you all can't understand me?" Recalling the middle-aged man standing on the fire and what that man said to him, Horus murmured to himself, with unconcealable sadness in his tone.

He is doing a great cause related to the existence of the universe. To this end, he does not hesitate to return to reality from the land of Hades, but his father does not accept him as his heir, and his brothers hate what he has done. The greatest tragedy in the galaxy is this.

The Emperor's questioning of him in the illusion shocked him to the core.

The conversation just now was also a bit messy. Horus carefully recalled every detail. Perhaps the scene just now contained the emperor's deep meaning, but he himself failed to understand it.

He sat alone in his room and brooded.

The recent war situation also made him a little upset.

After the armies of the Human Empire opened a front inside the Eye of Terror, they launched an all-round siege against the forces of Chaos.

This cannot be reversed even if the Necrons contain some of the Empire's armies.

Nowadays, the power that human beings have exploded has frightened all the enemies in the galaxy. Under such circumstances, a group of fallen mechanical priests came to him.

Among them was Kalbor Hal, the founder of the Dark Mechanicum, whom the Tribunal had been searching for for thousands of years but could not find.

Hal was the main culprit who caused the division of Mars during the Great Rebellion.

The Inquisition has been trying to find traces of this traitor for thousands of years, but has found nothing.

When Horus launched the Great Heresy, Hal was the Foundry General of Mars at the time and the leader of the radical faction within the Mechanicus. Because he was dissatisfied with the empire's restrictions on the Mechanicus, he launched a war to betray the empire.

Horus had promised Hal that after he succeeded, he would lift the restrictions on knowledge. All he needed was for Hal to open Moravek's cellar and use those terrible forbidden technologies to fight against the Imperial loyalists.

The famous Abyss battleship was also built under the supervision of Hal himself.

No one can deny Hal's talent, but it's a pity that he is on the wrong team. After Horus's defeat, the loyalists surrounded and suppressed the rebels.

Hal was also forced to flee from Mars. Since then, his name has completely disappeared from the galaxy, and no one knows his traces.

Over the years, Hal escaped to the border of the empire and remained anonymous. In places where the light of the Star Torch was weak, he was still conducting research and exploring taboo areas.

For thousands of years, Hal has not declared his allegiance to anyone again, because he understands that the seemingly endangered human empire is not so easily shaken.

Even Abaddon, Hal was not optimistic about him. No matter how many wars the demon commander launched, he could not truly destroy the empire.

Because as long as the Emperor's will still exists, the Empire will not collapse, and Abaddon obviously does not have such ability.

But the return of Horus gave Hal hope again. With the help of the gods, the traitorous son almost killed the Emperor.

As long as he is given another chance, the result might be different this time.

This was the conclusion Hal reached after careful calculation, so when Horus returned, he searched for his traces in secret.

Hal is ready to use his talents to become the last weight to crush the human empire. He will help Horus build a powerful fleet and apply all his taboo research on it. This will become an invincible force. Will defeat the current Imperial Warmaster Dukel and slay the Emperor on his throne.

Then on the ruins of the human empire, a brand new human kingdom was re-established.

A country where you can freely study all kinds of forbidden knowledge.

Over the long years, Hal's research on forbidden knowledge has been very in-depth. He learned from some ancient ruins that the Eldar Harlequin Troupe guards a 'Black Library'.

It is said that the Black Library contains all the knowledge in the universe and even records about the future.

If he could find the Black Library and obtain the knowledge there, then the victory he expected would become a reality.

After constant investigation, Hal has obtained the exact location of the Black Library. Not long ago, he captured an Eldar team and learned from their minds some of the recent major events in the Eldar——

——The lives of the Eldar are controlled by the Warmaster of the Human Empire. The Laughing God Xilego is actively collecting the old woman's swords scattered in the galaxy for unknown purposes.

The former shocked Hal because he knew what that meant. The latter thing allowed this cunning dark priest to see an opportunity.

The last Sword of the Crone is within the Six Veils of Slaanesh. In order to obtain it, the Harlequin Theater Troupe and the Ark Eldar are actively looking for a way, and in the process of action, the largest guardian of the Black Library, the Laughing God West Lego will also be involved.

This is a raid deep into the depths of the subspace. It is difficult for them to do this with the strength of the Eldar alone, so Hal guessed that they will probably go to the Empire's Warmaster for help.

After all, it shouldn't be difficult for the Imperial Warmaster who was in the spotlight to snatch the Goddess of Life from Nurgle's Kingdom of Heaven, and then snatch a sword.

If the energy of Eldar and humans is firmly attracted to the depths of the warp.

Then the defense of the Black Library will fall into an unprecedented emptiness. This is the opportunity Hal is waiting for.

Hal told Horus about this and made a careful plan.

Horus quickly approved the plan.

The army that Dukor had was too powerful. Even though the Necrons had technological creations that crushed all races, they still could not gain any advantage when fighting against the Imperial Army.

Even because the Necrons were not united internally, and many dynasty emperors and overlords had problems with their brains during their long sleep, this directly led to the situation that when they collided with the Imperial Army, they would even be suppressed by the Human Empire.

Horus was originally full of expectations for the power of the Necrons, but what he didn't expect was that in the face of the Necrons' mighty invasion, Dukor didn't even show up. Only Guilliman and Chagatai Khan successfully stabilized the situation.

And they also gave the Necrons a head-on blow.

In this case, Horus had to seek other help.

If he could gain something from the Black Library and use the Dark Forge World to build a more powerful Chaos Engine, he might be able to use these to fight against Dukor's army.

Horus sorted out recent events in the room.

Then he stood up and went to Fabius's laboratory.

There were numerous nutrient tanks placed in the makeshift laboratory, the number of which was incalculable. In these densely packed nutrient tanks, the legions he prepared for the cloned Primarchs were cultivated.

The growth of cloned Primarchs requires time and guidance.

In order to achieve his goal, all these Primarchs were in their infancy after their memories were erased.

Even though the Primarchs' growth far exceeded that of mortals, they still had at least a few years to go before they could be truly used in war.

But what Horus lacked the most now was time.

A few years seemed short, but Horus felt that he had spent a long time in the encirclement of Duker's army.

They were being chased by the Empire's army, and even this laboratory was a temporary site.

The Chaos warbands summoned by Horus and Fabius had suffered heavy losses recently.

The two Primarchs, Sanguinius and Leon, personally led their legions to encircle him, which made him miserable.

And this is only on the surface, secretly there are also cloned Primarch Fulgrim, and the elusive Klax.

In this restless pursuit, even Lorgar has been separated from him.

Lorgar's departure attracted Klax, the Lord of the Raven, away, which may be the only thing Horus can be thankful for recently.

All the Primarchs seem to have not wasted their time for thousands of years. Let alone Dukel, even the power displayed by the Raven and the Lion is enough to make Horus tremble with fear and unable to sleep.

Both Primarchs are elusive.

Even though Horus sought unimaginable treasures in the Supreme Eight-Directions Intersection, he was tortured during this period.

The continuous defeats of Horus not only lost his troops, but also slaves and resources.

Lacking slaves and resources, even building such a simple laboratory cost Horus a lot of effort.

Seeing his simple team, Horus became more and more eager to obtain the knowledge in the Black Library.

Only by obtaining the knowledge there can he build a stronger army and have the power to fight against the human empire.

He had enough of the current situation where the empire only sent a few primarchs to chase him.

Horus' footsteps echoed in the simple laboratory corridor.

Fabius's laboratory is a place full of blood and miracles.

There are only a few slaves inside the laboratory, maintaining the operation of the nutrient tanks. These slaves hurriedly come and go in the corridor. In addition to the slaves, there are also the whereabouts of the dark mechanical priests in the laboratory.

Those mechanical priests wearing black and red hoods are also good at transforming flesh and blood.

The laboratory was originally a cave. After they arrived, they expanded the interior and transformed it into a huge underground laboratory.

The bright red blood overflowed the entire floor, and the bloody smell filled the entire laboratory.

Even if the air circulation system operates 24 hours a day, it cannot empty the strong bloody smell.

In order to speed up the cultivation of the clone army, Fabius used the blasphemous technology of artificial embryos.

The interior of the laboratory was full of wriggling demon flesh and blood. A large number of energy conduits and electric spark transmission networks connected these bloody artificial demon purple palaces.

From time to time, wriggling pieces of flesh would be discharged from the mother body and taken away by the modified human slaves.

These modified humans were half-mechanical and half-flesh weird things. Their brains were connected to thick cables to supply energy to their ugly bodies and maintain their activities.

The ancient rock walls had been drilled through, and dense energy pipelines were used to provide nutrients for the clones.

The light inside the laboratory was a little dim, which was the result of insufficient lighting.

Horus walked past these weird creations that were a fusion of flesh and steel.

From the eyes of these monsters that occasionally opened, he could see those eyeballs that were almost dead.

There was no human color in these eyes, replaced by darkness and tyranny.

Fabius only created flesh and blood, but the soul in it was not given by him.

The souls of the clone army were not born naturally, but were found by Horus' four friends from a hidden place.

Horus originally disagreed with his friends intervening in his clone army, but the four proved with their actions that the clone soldiers would become more powerful after joining the souls they brought.

The clone soldiers had a power that made him look at them with admiration. They were more cruel, more cunning, more able to endure pain, and more capable of life.

What Horus urgently needed now was powerful power, so after a brief hesitation, he finally agreed to let the four friends participate.

Communication devices and recorders were installed in every corner of the laboratory, recording everything that happened here.

"My lord, several war gang leaders are looking for you."

A transformed monster taller than Horus came to Horus.

Its back grew sharp scales and a spine like a fish fin. These augmentations were so sharp that they could cut even metal.

Even their arms had the same scales and bone spurs. Once a battle broke out, these big guys would definitely be the enemy's nightmare.

These were the works of Fabius, a biological genius who had collected the genes and flesh of countless races over thousands of years.

He selected the genes he liked and combined them into a new race.

These races looked strange, but they all regarded Fabius as their father. Under the influence of the ethnic consciousness of these strange races, the subspace entity belonging to Fabius Bile was born in the subspace.

Hearing the words of the cyborg, Horus nodded.

He strode towards the other side of the laboratory.

The deeper he walked into the laboratory, the more blasphemous the scene became. There were countless human-shaped flesh cocoons hanging from the ceiling, and something seemed to be struggling inside.

Inside these flesh cocoons were captured imperial civilians, and their role was to become the material for the experiment.

All these materials were purchased from the slave-hunting team of the Dark Eldar.

However, recently, the city of the Dark Eldar was destroyed by Duker's army, and their slave-hunting ships in the material realm were also besieged by the Imperial Army.

Naturally, trade was forced to be interrupted, and it was hard to say whether there would be a place for the Dark Eldar in the galaxy in the future.

The supply of experimental materials was cut off, and now the last batch of experimental materials is almost one less. This will also delay the birth of the clone army.

Horus looked up and saw one of the materials hanging in the air, his abdomen was hollowed out, and something seemed to be wriggling inside.

A modified person walked over and cut open the cocoon of flesh and blood with his big hands, revealing the body of a human civilian with his abdomen cut open.

Groans sounded, these tortured people were not allowed to die, especially when experimental materials were scarce now.

If the galaxy ignited by war is a hell, then Fabius's laboratory is a hell in hell.

Death is the best ending for these experimental materials and the greatest mercy for them.

But unfortunately, this mercy is now far away from them.